#MANNY BABY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

what this awakened in me:

(surprising amount of water imagery when virgo is an earth sign but WHATEVER ISSA VIBE)

[abbyshands]

hers only

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synopsis; gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who can’t keep her hands off you. so who’s surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?

pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader

warnings; abby’s jealous as fuck, a little toxic!abby but not really, use of a strap-on, abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, and strap is referred to as her dick/cock, throat-fucking (with fingers), fingering, choking, pretty rough sex, degrading (slut/bitch/whore, etc), a little praise, use of baby/honey, one use of y/n BEFORE the smut (sorry, it was necessary), spanking, reader cries, abby gives reader a sensory overload, dumbfucking, etc

a/n; hello! my name is kitlyn, kit for short :) i’m a huge writer, and tlou is my latest obsession. so, ofc, i had to get this fic out for my gf, and much more to come. i hope you like this, and if you have any ideas for me to write, please lmk!

p.s.; your daily reminder (or a fun fact), abby canonically bench presses 205 pounds. i rest my case <3

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she could only make it a few weeks before her annoyance got the best of her.

you were bulking up for an upcoming mission, assigned to you by issac. in the area you would be in, scar presence was heavy, and you wouldn’t be back to the wlf for a bit, so gaining muscle was a necessity.

abby just wished she didn’t have to watch that girl’s hands all over you to get the job done.

she didn’t understand why she couldn’t train you herself, why issac wouldn’t fucking let her. he waved her off, giving her some bullshit about “a lack of focus.”

come on. if she knew you needed to bulk up, if it meant it would keep you safe, she wouldn’t lose her focus just because it was you.

maybe.

but this was the replacement. some other girl in the wlf, hands all over you as she helped you do pull-ups. your body was covered in sweat, and you had been at this for over an hour. the girl, whose name was clara, had her hands on your hips as you lifted yourself up and over the bar again and again.

“c’mon, give me ten more. you got it,” clara said. you were looking at yourself in the mirror as you let out a grunt with each pull-up you did, on your tenth at this point. but you did your best to push through.

“clara,” you groaned. “i can’t fucking—“ you began. but your trainer cut you off.

“don’t use your breath. just keep going. i’ve seen you do it before. you got it,” clara said once more, tone firm. you didn’t think it would be a good idea to deny her. so you went on.

but you were fully oblivious to the pair of blue eyes fixed on you across the room.

you had forgotten that abby also worked out around this time to lift with manny, so it didn’t even occur to you that she was gazing at this whole thing like a hawk.

“abs!” manny said to abby, accent thick. he snapped his fingers in front of abby’s face, and abby looked at him both confusedly, but also annoyedly.

“huh? what, what is it?” abby asked. she had fully spaced out, and her cheeks were red. but it wasn’t because of the workout.

it was your fucking trainer.

“estás bien? i lost you a few minutes ago,” manny said. abby had gotten used to his habit of going back and forth from spanish to english, to the point where she knew a thing or two. so she easily responded.

“yeah, i’m fine. let’s just finish for today, okay? i’m not feeling it,” she excused. but manny could see where her eyes were.

you.

“ah,” manny said. he seemed to understand now, a look of comprehension across his face as he said that. “okay. i’ll see you back at the room, then, sí?” manny asked as he held his fist out.

abby did the same and gave him the small fist bump he was looking for. “yeah, see you.”

once manny had left, abby began to pack up her gym bag. by now, you had finished your pull-ups, and were taking needy gulps from your water bottle. clara gave you a small pat on the back once you had finished drinking.

“that was good. you got any more in you?” clara laughed.

you smiled at her, shrugging. “not sure. i’ve gotta meet my girlfriend soon,” you said. really, it was in an hour or two. but you’d have to shower, change, etc. so, to you, it was soon.

nevertheless, you figured a bit more couldn’t hurt. so, you said, “but i think i can do a few more reps.”

clara just gave you a nod. each time you would bring up this girlfriend of yours, her demeanor changed like that. she’d tense, and pause her words.

you knew what it seemed like, and obviously, you didn’t like clara. but you did kind of need her.

and besides, if abby—fuck, if abby knew? it'd be a fucking field day to say the least.

you ended up choosing back squatting as a way to finish off your session with clara. you ducked your head under the bar, elbows flexing as you removed it from the rack. you caved a little under the heaviness of it, but with clara’s reassurance, you did your best to move.

clara put her arms under yours as you held the bar behind your back. she squatted along with you, body behind yours as she spotted you.

you could only make it ten or so reps before you failed on the eleventh, much to your surprise, as it had never happened to you before. clara put her hands on your chest quickly, and helped you move the bar back up to the rack.

“sorry,” you whispered in a huff, face red from the tension your body had just undergone. clara’s front pressed to your back for just a moment, and you felt a little uncomfy. she had spotted you before while doing a back squat, but not once did you fail one, forcing her to really touch you like that.

“it’s okay, it’s okay. you did fine,” clara smiled. this time, she put a hand on your shoulder, way too close for comfort. and then, she murmured to you, her own face red. “i’m proud of you.”

oh, that was fucking it.

abby discarded her gym bag on the floor. she tossed it somewhere. she would grab it later. but she couldn’t fucking watch this anymore. who the hell did this girl think she was, hands all over you like that? and who knows what she was saying to you? that was abby’s fucking job.

and hers only.

“y/n,” an all too familiar voice said from your left, and you didn’t need to look to know who had spoken.

you were thinking, my savior, once abby’s voice filled your ears. but when your eyes moved to hers, you were sure your soul left your body.

because she looked pissed.

clara moved her hand off your shoulder, and you hated the way she did it—like the two of you had been doing way more than just working out.

“grab your shit, we’re leaving,” abby said firmly to you, and she couldn’t help but send a small glare clara’s way. you weren’t the only one feeling scared, because clara was pale as a ghost. she had known you had a girlfriend, obviously.

but it was abby fucking anderson?

neither you nor clara said a word as you packed up your gym bag. once you had, abby was grabbing you by the waist, and yanking you out of the gym, leaving clara far, far behind you.

“abs—“ you tried, you really fucking did. but abby didn’t want to hear it.

“not a fucking word.”

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manny knew better than to come back to the room once he saw abby eyeing you like that in the gym. it wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last, time that abby’s temper had ended in a room full of sex.

as soon as you were inside of the room, abby was grabbing your gym bag from your hands, tossing it far away, and kissing you aggressively. you responded with a whine, but let her, kissing her back with just as much passion. her hand gripped your neck as she all but slammed you onto the door, free hand running over your body like it was a temple she was born to worship.

really, it was.

abby put her free hand under your leg and held it up, pressing herself into you as her tongue battled yours. you moaned into her mouth as her grip on your neck compressed, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.

what a good day to have worn shorts…

when abby finally pulled back, your lips were spilling with drool, lips numb and plump from the belligerence in abby’s kisses. your whole face was hot, and abby’s face was red.

and, fuck, did she look mad.

abby smashed her lips back onto yours, and kissed you all the way to her bed. once there, she pushed you down onto it and got on top of you, her large thighs on either side of your lap.

if you weren’t in for it before, you surely were now.

abby reached her arm out to open the drawer of her bedside table, and it was only a moment or two before she was pulling out a very familiar item.

her strap.

“a- abs, wh- what are you—“ you began dumbly, way too curious to find out what it was she had in mind. but abby wasn’t feeling at all gracious.

you talk when she says you can.

“shut the fuck up,” abby damn near growled at you, the kind of tone she reserved for when she was really fucking angry. you had heard it many times before. when you were on a mission and battling scars. when issac reprimanded her for being careless in the field. when mel pissed her off one too many times.

bottom line, when shit didn’t go her way.

and the idea that she felt that way now both turned you on and scared the fuck out of you.

abby was quick to secure the strap’s harness to her waist. the view of the dildo attached to it always made your mouth fill with drool: black, veiny, seven and a half inches long. she’d made you cum with it so many times you lost count, and it was a million times better than the real thing.

especially when you had abby anderson on top of you, or behind you, or below you, encouraging you to take it like the good girl you were.

she grabbed your hips with fervor, forcing you to wrap your legs around her torso once your bottoms, and underwear, were out of her way. you let out a needy mewl as she slid the tip through your already wet folds, riling you up, just like that.

when your eyes closed as an answer, abby tutted, and moved one of her large hands down to grab you by the chin. “look at me,” she demanded.

and who the hell would you be to deny that?

your eyes were weak and needy as they met abby’s, pupils big with just a touch of fear, heart pounding in your ears. abby spoke firmly, and you could tell that she wasn’t playing around.

you had left fun and games behind the second you walked into this room.

“you’re gonna take this dick as much as i want you to, over and over again. n’ i’m gonna fuck you rough, ‘til you’re babbling out nonsense. do you hear me?”

your body felt paralyzed when those words left abby’s lips, her tone dripping in anger. you couldn’t manage much, and all you could do was nod. but she was not having that.

she squeezed down on your chin, which made you whimper out. “words.”

“y- yes, ma’am, i- i understand,” you weakly muttered out, and that seemed to suffice for her. abby let up on her grip, and her hand moved down from your chin to your lips.

“good. now suck.”

you didn’t delay. you opened your mouth for abby to push her fingers inside of it, index and ring beginning to fuck it. abby could feel your drool as she pumped the two fingers in and out of you, your tongue eagerly wrapping around them.

she doesn’t give a damn in the world as she pounds them to the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes close and roll back as she does so.

not for long.

“open your eyes. keep ‘em on me,” abby says in a rough tone, and you oblige a little too quickly. water’s already filling the corners of your eyes, and abby can see that when she looks at you.

and she’s barely begun.

“crying for me already, hm? why am i not surprised?” abby couldn’t help but mock you. you looked so feeble like this, choking on her fingers like the whore you were.

“i’d save your tears, honey. ‘cause there’s a lot more where this came from.”

just as you’re beginning to get used to the rough feeling of abby fucking your face with her fingers, she pulls them out, and you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

but it quickly blends into a moan.

her index and ring, the two fingers that you had just had your tongue around, that were soaked in your drool, pushed inside of you without so much as a warning.

“oh, f- fuck, abby,” you moaned as the suddenness of the moment took over your senses. your thighs clenched around her as she skillfully pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt, just as she had so many times in the past.

abby used her other hand to pry your thighs back open. “ah ah, baby. spread your legs for me.”

just when you figured this couldn’t get any more forceful, abby was pushing a third finger inside of you, her middle one, and using her thumb to rub your clit.

your response was way too fast as you grabbed one of abby’s broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into the freckled skin on it. you let out a loud moan as your eyes squeezed shut, letting it all sink in. three of abby’s fingers deep inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet pussy as she thumbed your clit like a fucking pro.

“fuckfuckfuck,” you groaned, and, god, did abby like that. barely begun with you, and you were already drunk off her touch.

but then again, that’s how it always went.

“look at you, fucking soaked for me. needy bitch,” abby degraded you mercilessly as she curled her fingers inside of you, easily hitting your g-spot.

“mmph, abby…” you could barely manage.

“hush,” she said harshly. your gaze moved up to hers as she fingered you, her usual pale blue eyes big, pupils enlarged. it was clear that she wasn’t letting up any time soon. “don’t talk unless i say you can.”

you didn’t.

abby had you soaking her fingers in your release soon enough, your orgasm spilling over you. she pulled her fingers out of you and moved them to her lips, leaving not even one drop behind as she sucked them dry. the view filled your abdomen with butterflies: that was for damn sure.

if this is how she made you feel with your fingers, you could hardly imagine her dick.

and abby didn’t delay. you didn’t get even a second to process before she was lining the tip of the silicone toy to your cunt, and pushing into you forcefully.

“abby, w- wait, fuck. t- too soon,” you whimpered, but you knew abby didn’t give a shit about what you had to say. she shushed you with her hand, putting her fingers past your lips once more.

“don’t care. you’re gonna take this cock like a good fucking girl,” she emphasized the word as she thrust into you hard. “and i don’t wanna hear shit. got that?”

you nodded, and didn’t try to speak again. you just did what abby wanted you to, sucking on her long fingers to keep you occupied while she pounded into your pussy.

“clara can’t fuck you this good, can she, baby?” abby rasped as each thrust grew more ravenous, both fingers pushing deeper.

so that’s what this was all about. well, really, you figured as much. you knew clara’s behavior would somehow bite you in the ass. but now that you had abby’s words to confirm it, you couldn’t be more sure.

you did what you could to shake your head, but let’s be real. it was abby fucking anderson. speechlessness was never an answer in her books. she took her fingers out of your mouth for the last time, eager to hear you talk now.

“say it.”

“n- no, abby. s’just you. s’only you,” your tongue slurred as the words left your lips, and abby couldn’t help but get off on the way you were speaking, a smug smirk on her face.

“mmhm. only i get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, y’hear me?” abby let out in a grunt, her drool covered hand settling onto your neck, squeezing down. she was fucking you hard, no mercy as her hips thrust aggressively, pushing herself as deep inside of you as she could possibly go.

you were more than okay with that.

“y- yes, ma’am,” you let out a groan of your own as abby rutted her hips into you, eyes locked on hers. “i’m yours. a- all yours.”

you were a whining and whimpering mess as abby gave you a nod of approval, hand gripping your neck like it was her lifeline. “that’s a good whore. mine and no one else’s.”

“how do you think days like today make me feel, huh? fucking bitch with her hands all over you, gawking at you like you’re hers. well, let me tell you somethin’,” abby snarls. she pulls out of you, tip pressed to your folds, and for a moment, you think she’s going to make you beg for her to fuck you once more. but just like that, she’s slamming back inside, going, arguably, deeper than she had before.

“she doesn’t get to have you. no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good. no one’s ever gonna love you like i do. you’re all fucking mine, like it or not. got that?”

you’re not surprised by the aggression in her tone, but, damn, is she pissed. you can feel her anger seep into your skin as she fucks you like a toy, addresses you like a doll.

and you let her.

“m’sorry, abby, m’so sorry. i know i’m yours. i’m yours, swear to god i am. m’so sorry,” you moan dumbly as she squeezes your neck.

which you’re sure will have marks to show for it tomorrow.

“i know you are, baby,” abby rasps. her hand moves from her neck to your thigh now, and she digs her fingernails into it as she slams into you. “and you fucking should be.”

and again, abby has you cumming, her name rolling off your tongue like music as, this time, it’s her cock you soak in your release. “there you go, honey. know you like when i fuck this pussy like this. that’s it,” abby whispered.

your brain was way too foggy with the aggression of this session with your girlfriend to get your words out properly.

what was is it that abby had said about making you babble again?

“f- fuck, abby. oh, fuck,” you whined, body tired from receiving your second orgasm that evening. but abby was nowhere near done with you: both of you knew that.

abby didn’t speak as she pulled herself out of you, grabbing you by the hips and flipping your body over, so that you were no longer on your back. she forced you onto all fours, your ass poking up into the air. she yanks your bottoms fully off of you from behind, underwear following, and settles her hands onto your ass.

“abby, come on, please,” you all but cry out. you’re not sure how much you can take, not when it’s so sudden, anyway. abby’s anger is slowly going away, your caring girlfriend coming back little by little. but you weren’t quite there yet.

“you’ve got one more in you, baby, i know you do,” abby says softly, and she circles her thumbs over your ass. the move is almost loving.

“and you’re gonna take it, like the good slut you are. mkay?”

like you said. almost.

you grumble, but you can’t say no. not only did you not want to, but when it came to abby, that was one of the last things on your mind. probably. . .not a good idea. so, “mkay,” is what you say in response.

“good girl. can fuck you better like this, anyway,” abby hums. she begins to take your shirt off, and you lift your arms up to help her remove you tank top. and then, who’s surprised, she unhooks your bra with ease, discarding it on the floor somewhere.

the feeling’s familiar as abby pushes inside of your aching pussy once more. you’re sore and tired, brain fucked out from abby’s belligerence. but you need her, just as much as you need the very oxygen in your lungs.

and she needs you.

as if this isn’t enough, her arms move under yours, and squeeze each of your tits. it quickly reminds you of the way clara spotted you earlier, because that was one of the very things that had caused this in the first place.

but this felt so much better.

your eyes rolled back into your head as abby rubbed hard circles into your nipples, eager and needy to get you off for the third time in a row. she knew it wouldn’t be long now. each time she fucked you like this, round after round, your orgasms came in quick successions.

literally.

abby was pushing into your g-spot once again, and the feeling of it all was almost too much. if she wanted you to babble, then she got it: because there was no other way to describe the words spilling from your lips.

“a- abby, fuck, please don’t stop. you feel s- so good, f- fuck, please.” you weren’t making any sense by now, at least not to yourself. but abby knew what you wanted.

because she knew just how to please you.

“keep moaning, baby. you sound adorable,” abby chuckled as she fucked you, hips pushing deep into a spot you didn’t even know you had. “all cockdrunk off this dick, like the whore you are. my whore.”

she just had to add that. for good measure.

“tell me how much you like it. tell me how much you like it when i pound your pussy like this.”

you were licking your lips in the neediest way as she pressed her thumbs into your tits. you couldn’t help but push yourself back into her, that fucking needy for her. “i- i love it, abby. love it so much, fuck. you fuck me so good.”

abby moved one of her hands back from your tit and onto your ass, and gave you a small spank there. “fuck, yeah, i do. never gonna get it this good from anyone else, are you, baby? not clara, not any other bitch. just me, yeah?”

“mmph, mhm,” you murmured, and, fuck, were you on the brink. of course no one else could fuck you like this. no one could fuck like this period. some days, you wished the world could see just what abby anderson had to offer.

but that would involve a hell of a lot of sharing that you didn’t want to do.

“aw, i’m fucking you dumb, huh, baby? can’t even get a word out. dumb fucking slut,” abby smirked, slapping your ass one more time, then massaging the red mark with her thumb. “who do you belong to, hm?”

abby wasn’t wrong. your brain was fogged up, cloudy as she slammed into you from the back, and you couldn’t even see as your eyes rolled back into your head for the millionth time over. your words came out messy, drunken, incoherent. “i- i b—i’m—yours, i b- belong to—to you.”

you could feel your third orgasm bubbling up inside of you as abby pounded you from the back, and she had both hands on your tits once more, gripping both of them as she thumbed at your nipples. your face was hot, your lewd moans filling the room to the brim, as abby filled you.

“f- fuck, abby, don’t stop,” you whimpered out, and you had never sounded so broken before. “g- gonna cum.”

well, that much was obvious.

abby didn’t hold you back. she encouraged you with each thrust of her hips, every one increasing in speed with each second that passed by. she was a pro at this, and she knew it.

“that’s it, honey. cum on my cock, loud, like you mean it. wanna hear you scream for me,” she said with a small grunt, and she said it like it was a demand.

you obeyed.

you were yelling your girlfriend’s name as white spilled all over the silicone that was her dick, a series of pornographic moans falling from your swollen lips. your expression was just that, too: lewd, broken, because you had never been fucked like that in your life.

for the last time, abby pulled out of you, and unsecured the harness around her torso. once she put it to the side, she couldn’t help but put her fingers to your pussy for the last time, scooping a bit of your white release onto them. you shuddered as she did so, and looked behind you, just to see her suck her fingers off.

you lay limp on the bed as abby got up to grab a small towel. gingerly, she began to wipe your body clean, beginning with your thighs. she kissed up them as she did it, and it was so, so different to the way she had been manhandling you mere seconds beforehand.

that was abby for you.

once you were both clean, abby laid down beside you, and pulled you close to her body. she put her hands on your waist, and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled into her broad chest. you didn’t even feel awkward about the fact that you were the only one naked.

if abby didn’t care, then neither did you.

“you okay, baby? wasn’t too rough with you, was i?” abby asked, her thumb circling your cheek. you smiled up at her, a rush of butterflies soaring inside your abdomen at the small rasp in the way she cooed.

“no, abs. not at all. i mean, i always knew you got jealous, but—wow,” you couldn’t help your giggle.

abby feigned annoyance by giving you an eye roll, but you could tell that she was just being playful. besides, it’s not like she could deny the fact. so she smirked. “what can i say? you just have that effect on me. besides, you have to admit—clara was way too close for comfort.”

“mmhm,” you hum.

“but maybe that was a good thing.”

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reblogs are very much welcomed <3

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This with Abby

[link to post] oh YES. as much as i like reader to be independent, capable etc i am a sucker for this. save me abigail anderson save me i need saving!!!!!

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walking around the fob she'll have an arm around your shoulder or waist, she's pretty casual with it and doesn't like to be too touchy but if one of the slimy guys from the kitchen stares at you for too long the hand on your hip will tighten, if it's annoyed her real bad she might even slide a hand into the back pocket of your jeans and give your ass a quick squeeze just to remind him- everyone not to fuck with either of you.

on patrol she's always one step behind you. trip over? she's right there to help you up. sneak up on the clicker that was blocking your path? she's praising you with a well done, babe and a gentle squeeze on your shoulder that sends a shiver down your spine. dropped your gun and can't get it back? she insists you take hers, wants you to be safe. puts you first always.

at one of manny's shitty parties and you're chugging your beer, trying to beat nora to the bottom of the bottle and get out of taking one of manny's horrendous 'homemade shots'? abby's cheering for you, slapping at your knee to egg you on and before you can do it for yourself, her thumb comes up to swipe at the beer sliding from the corners of your lips and down your chin, cleaning you up. she nonchalantly sucks it into her mouth, tongue lapping up the bitter taste. when you're done, you're gasping for breath and your eyes widen as you watch her raise an eyebrow as if to say, what?, popping her thumb out of her mouth and wiping it against her jeans. she knows what.

when you finally get back to your room she's crowding you up against the door, tongue peeking out as she kisses from your chin, across your neck and to your ear. "you taste like beer," she hums, head moving back from it's place in your neck and hand coming up to grab your jaw, make sure your eyes on her. "suppose i should clean you up a bit more, hey?"

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Red-handed

Aged up miles morales x fem!reader

Chapter summary: You and Miles finally get a break from taking of your children and your jobs but unexpectedly you both get caught in the act by his friends.

Chapter warnings: You and miles get caught in the act,there are children mentioned,let me know if there is anything else

This was taken from my other account guys just so you guys know 👍🏾

It was a regular day. You woke up to the sun shining and an empty bed. You went to your kid's room and didn't see your son in the crib or your daughter.

You went downstairs to see them watching TV on Miles’ lap who was on his phone. You snatch your youngest off his lap making him smile.

"Hey baby you had a good morning with daddy?" You ask him kissing his nose. You gave birth to Chin-Sun, but everyone called her Sunny. A few years later you had Manny. They were both happy babies and were adored by everyone. You lean down kissing Miles. "Hey uh, babe, the guys are about to come to get Sunny and manny is that okay?" He asks

"Sure are they coming right now?" You ask. He nods as you motion for your daughter to follow you upstairs with Sunny following you to get them ready to spend a day with their uncles. It didn't take you long except for when you tried to do Sunny’s hair where she got fussy and started calling for Miles who came to her rescue. "Sunny!" Hobie called walking into the house and smiling at the two kids, Sunny ran down the stairs as you carried Manny downstairs smoothing his hair. Her face lights up reaching for her favorite uncle. "I want them back home before 10, you got that," Miles says

"She's 6 and he's 5 months Rin they're not 16!" Peter speaks up making everyone laugh. "I'm serious!" "Okay! They'll be home before 10" Miguel says as he grabs Manny’s baby bag and leaves. With the kids being gone you figured you'd get some cleaning done. You started with the main rooms like the bathrooms, Kitchen, and bedrooms.

Sunny had toys everywhere, with Miles spoiling her, he bought every toy she picked up in the store and bought it for her. But you couldn't talk much since you spoiled your baby boy with every toy and gave him food every time he begged for it.

You had checked and cleaned every room except for the living room where Miles was and he didn't show any signs of leaving. He had his feet up on the table. You were trying to vacuum but couldn't do it with him in the way. "Baby stop cleaning so much and come chill with me" He says as he grabs your arm. "I will once I finish," You tell him.

"No I want you to stop right now," he says with his voice full of demand. "Who are you talking to?" You ask as you turn the vacuum off. "My wife so sit the hell down,” He says. You ignore him and turn the vacuum back on and continue to clean. This makes him mad and he groans. As you get to where he is you sigh as you attempt to vacuum under the couch.

"Can you move?" You ask. "I don't know can my wife come to sit down with me?" He asks not taking his eyes off the tv. "Miles move, "You say rolling your eyes. "Make me," He says smirking

You roll your eyes turning the vacuum off. You march over to him and take his legs off the table. when you do he pulls you into his lap wrapping his arms around you. "Let me go," you say. "Make me," He says as he kisses your neck. "Miles let me go so I can finish cleaning-" He had found your sweet spot and now you were ice melting in his hands. Soon enough both of your clothes were on the floor leaving a mess you'd worry about later.

"I can't believe you forgot to get their food!" "You were the one that grabbed the bag" "You should have checked it before we pulled off!". Miles looks up seeing his friends in the kitchen. He rolls his eyes forgetting he gave them a key to his home for emergencies.

"Ya know what I won't take any more disrespect- what are you two doing?" Hobie asks as everyone directs their attention to the couch. "I was about to get laid until you guys barged in,” Miles says as you slap his chest. "Well we forgot their snacks,” Miguel says. "And you couldn't just buy some at the store?" You ask. "Why would we do that if she has food here?" Hobie asks while rolling his eyes adjusting the restless baby who was reaching for his snack and babbling.

"Anyway, We are gonna let you get back down to business," Miguel says pushing them out the door. "Please" Miles mumbles as they leave closing and locking the door "Now where were we?" He asks with that stupid smirk on his face. "I believe that we were at make me," You say pulling him back over your body.

[abbysbitch]

mean!dom abby

moans so loud

a/n: thank u anon, again sorry for how long this took me to get out. when i see mean i go crazy. also this is all lowercase (i'm putting this bc ik ppl get mad sometimes) hope u enjoy :)

wc: 1.6k (god im sorry lmfao)

cw: brat tamer abby, name calling (whore, stupid slut, brat, princess, pretty girl), pussy slapping, face slapping, cunnilingus, use of strap on, use of mommy kink, tiniest bit of a breeding kink.

you had been out all night with abby and happened to get a little tipsy. oblivious to you the alcohol made you extremely flirtatious towards everyone, and she wasn't having one bit of it.

abby had found you dancing a little too close to manny for her liking- and knowing him she wanted you out. asap.

grabbing you in by your waist from behind, she spins you around, way too fast for how much you had drank, leaving you all ditzy and disoriented.

"o-oh, hey abby," you hiccup between slurred words. "whatcha doin'?" you look up at her with pupils the size of the moon and she almost felt bad. Almost.

"how much have you had to drink babe?" she asks, looking at your red solo cup that has the smallest amount of liquor left in it. 'uhh-um, not toooo much," you reply, lids droopy and mouth wet from the drink you just sipped.

"oh yeah? not too much but you're rubbing all up on manny like you aren't mine?" she whispers in your ear, making you all dizzy- anticipating what was next as your clenched your thighs close.

shaking her head, abby takes the solo cup out of your hand and dumps it out onto the floor. "what th- what the fuck abby? i wasn't done with that!" and with a grab way too firm to be lovingly, she holds your wrist and drags you towards the doors of the small building.

"we're leaving," and before you could say anything she continues,

"and keep your little mouth shut from here on out. wouldn't want any more punishment than you're already getting, would you pretty girl?"

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the walk back to her house was silent and you were fiening with anticipation. you loved it when abby got like this, all possessive and mean, but especially now when your want was fueled by the alcohol in your system- legs wobbling and heat all throughout your body. not to mention how god awfully wet you were the entire way back.

her hold on you was still tight, probably bruising by now, making your skin all sensitive to the touch. reaching her house, she quickly opens the door and escorts you inside.

"bedroom, now. want you all ready for me, okay?" she goes, and with a nod you turn down the hall into her bedroom. sitting on the floor you undress, everything off except for your panties and bra. When she would get in these moods she'd always want you in the same position, on your knees in front of the bed. waiting for her made you whine silently in need, rubbing your thighs against one another, trying to calm the fire that's slowly growing inside you.

abby walks into the bedroom, seeing you in your place she hums in contentment, and takes her own right in front of you. "think my girls been a little bad today, what would you say, hm?" she says in a falsely comforting tone. "'m sorry abby, let me make it up to you." you say, pouting.

"you'll make it up to me, huh." she replies with a condescending tone as she grips your face, hand taking purchase on your chin, tilting you upwards slightly. "i don't think you're really sorry, though." she mocks. "open your mouth baby," she goes and you obey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. she bends over slightly, getting closer to you and spits, a long glob of saliva going straight into your mouth. she takes your chin again and closes your mouth for you, watching as you swallow.

"if only you were this good and obedient all the time," she starts, leaning down even more to get closer to your lips, barely brushing against them, making you lean closer to try and capture them in yours, but she pulls back immediately. "but you have to go out and be a dumb little whore when i'm not around, don't you?" and you drop your head in embarrassment.

"abby, i said 'm sorry, i didn't mean to" you respond, but she quickly grabs your hair, yanking it to make you hold her gaze.

"i never asked for a response, did i?" she sternly demands, leaving you to shake your head towards her.

"what's the safeword?" she says and you quietly go,

"red."

"good girl."

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now, abby has you pinned underneath her, arms caging you in so all you can see is her and her fake cock absolutely drilling into you, the room filled with the sounds of your combined panting and the slick sounds your cunts making as she fucks into you at an unfathomably fast pace.

"abby, fuck- 's too much," you whine as your grab onto her biceps, digging crescent moons into the skin. "awh, i thought you wanted more?" she imitates, making a point to brush up against your clit with every thrust causing you to let out a strangled moan.

"since you've been such a brat tonight, don't you think you deserve it?" she goes on, and when you whine instead of responding with words she harshly grabs your face and says "answer me." but when you take too long to answer she slaps you, not too hard but enough to bring you back and say, "'m sorry abby, yes i deserve it- shiiiit." and you continue to blabble incoherent sentences as she keeps her assault on your guts.

"suckin' me so deep," she presses on your lower stomach, "can feel you up here huh? does it feel good baby?" and you can. feel her so far inside you it doesn't feel real. "gonna fuckin' fill you up, swear to god," she goes and you moan even louder at the thought of her filling you up- you know she can't but god do you wish she can in this moment.

"more abby- more-" you start but before you can say more you're cut off by her stopping completely, sliding out of you in one go with a groan. "you're so fuckin' greedy baby, if you want it so bad, beg." she spits, cupping your leaking pussy and god- she might break at the sight.

"please mommy, i need it sooo bad, god please fuck me," you sniffle, and at the name you called her she slaps your cunt, causing you to yelp before she dips down and kisses your clit sweetly. "good job, that wasn't so hard now was it princess?" and she comes back up to nip at your jaw and neck, and finally kisses you as she slides back in with no resistance, moaning with you at the feeling of your cunt swallowing her dick, entirely.

your lips practically eating eachother whole, the scene could fit right into a porno, god it was so erotic. tongues fighting for dominance against one another, and teeth clashing in a mess of saliva that was dripping down from your chin and to your neck.

she picks up her pace after a couple thrusts and you're already so dumb off her cock- even though you had just had it mere seconds before. "fu-fuck mommy, feels s'good" you whine nonsensically, feeling your core tighten with each thrust of her hips and brush of her strap against your clit.

"yeah, it feels good huh baby?" and when you don't respond she continues, "you're such a stupid slut all on my cock aren't you? taking me so fucking good, my stupid- stupid fucking slut." she punctuates the nickname with thrusts that hit sooo deep you see stars.

she lifts up your hips with one arm and takes a pillow from the bed- putting it underneath you to hit a deeper spot. you whine between thrusts at the new position and say "want you to fill me up, mommy- need it bad." and she stills for a second at the confession, and fucks into you even harder.

"yeah? want mommy to fill you up with her cum?" she grunts and all you can respond with are whimpers and sobs of her name, mommy and strings of curses.

with the way the strap was secured to her body, she was getting just the right amount of friction from fucking you that she was close too. moans and grunts spilled from her mouth along with praises to you as she fucked into you harder- and somehow deeper. her want took over and she was pounding you- no, she was rearranging your guts.

your cunt spasming against her dick as your high comes closer, oh ever so closer, you being unaware but abby- oh she knows. she can feel every clench of your pussy against her, every drag against your walls and every spill of your juices all on her. "gonna cum for me?" she goes and with your nod she's already dropping down to your ear, nipping the skin and whispering "yeah, cum with me, cum all over mommys fucking cock."

It hits you like a train, stars appearing in your vision- if you could even see at this point, cunt simultaneously pulsing with your clit around abby, mouth wide open but no sounds coming out and arching your back so hard it could snap in half. abby slows her hips, as she reaches her high at the same time, letting you both ride out as much of your orgasms as you can, and when you finally come back to she slowly slides out of you with a curse from her mouth and a whimper from yours.

"think you learned your lesson, baby?" she says as she takes off the harness and lies down next to you, grabbing your naked form and holding it against her while rubbing circles on your hips.

"yeah, i think so." you slur, still in the aftershock of your orgasm, being barely able to form words.

"lets go get cleaned up, okay?" she says sweetly as she kisses your forehead, nose and then lips, and you just respond with an "okay".

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[moodywyrm]

basketball!abby is so in denial before her n reader get together (as always, chubby!reader cs she is me n i am her n we just love abby <3333)

anywayyy, abby always says her relationships are not that serious and jus pure fun cs all the girls she's with jus wanna fuck but when you come into her life??? and treat her like A PRINCESS?!!!?! SHE'S SO HEAD OVER HEELS BUT SO IN DENIAL over if you like her or not!! (you do)

like, 'yea we're not together but look at this picture of her i set as my wallpaper :]' , or 'nah, we're jus friends but we have matching bracelets n i HAVE to wear them at all times cs she made them or it's rude! >:(' n 'she doesn't like me or anything but she made me a playlist, my fav food >///<'

all her friends are literally like 'yeaaa.... mkay - _ -' n as soon as you n abby get together!! they're telling you everything!!! 'yea this dork refused to admit she liked you cs you're the first girl to genuinely love her right, they're still a little skeptical but what sells them is when abby comes to practice (wearing your bracelet n a pink water bottle bedazzled by you) n her hair done into two Dutch-braids

cs abby doesn't let ANYONE touch her hair, n when you pick her up from practice with flowers, snacks for everyone n wearing a necklace with her initial (your bday gift that was actually your idea) n abby literally starts buzzing n GLOWING the minute they mention you're here, they KNOWWW that you guys will last for a LONGGGGGG time

- 💌

baby this is so fuckign cute im gonna scream. bonus point uhh listen to Therese by Maya Hawke if you want to fuckign Cry over this. also we're combining this with the bookworm reader universe bc I said so and it gives us an entry point

because that's correct! After Owen, when Abby realized she liked women, she was having just a rotation of (safe) hookups. Hence her and Manny's scheduled debriefs. But then you showed up! You two met in her class and suddenly she didn't really want any of her hookups? suddenly she was replacing 11pm hook ups with 11am 'bookclub meetings' and coffee dates, explaining to her hookups that she just wasn't really interested anymore

but she's Not developing romantic feelings. No (liar). she wants you physically, yeah, she thinks you're fucking gorgeous, but she also just wants to be your friend. your very good friend. it doesn't matter that you make her giddy when you text her good morning, asking about her day, telling her about things in your day that reminded you of her. bringing her coffee and snacks when she's studying, filling up her water bottle before she heads off to practice. comforting her when the overwhelming crush of anxiety that comes with college starts to weigh on her. complimenting her hair when she, for the first time in years, comes to class with it not in a braid. doesn't matter that she thinks of you when she goes to bed and when she wakes up and she dreams of you sometimes, that she daydreams about you. doesn't matter that she hasn't hooked up or even considering anyone else in the time that she's known you, or that she's told all her friends about you. doesn't matter that her wallpaper is a picture of the two of you at a vintage market that you dragged her to.

but her friends see all of that! they see the smile on her face when she's texting you or talking to you or talking about you or thinking about you. the way she sits down and eats the snacks you prepared for her after practice, sharing lil bits with Nora (who now loves your cooking and needs Abby to get it together so she can get more). they see the way she starts spending more time in the library so you two can study together, sometimes they even spot her when you two are studying in a lil corner, tucked together and whispering to each other, the both of you smiling like fools. they know she is in Deep man. but she still won't admit it!!

Every time someone brings you up, she's just like "Yeah we're really good friends :)" and in reality she has developed such crippling romantic feelings she wants to baby you and be babied by you and adore you and do all of that romantic crap she saw in movies as a kid.

And all her friends are like "Friends. Uh-huh." while very pointedly staring at the TWO bracelets you made her, one beaded and one made of embroidery thread, as well as the lil ribbon braid you tied around her water bottle, all the lil gifts you've given her. They see how you look at her, like she hung the moon in the night sky, how soft you get with her and only her. And vice versa! They see how gentle Abby – Abby, who Owen called mean and snarky when they were dating, who was known for being kind of cocky and a jerk to people who didn't really know her – is with you, how kind and how sweet, how she always considers your needs. They know you're meant to be together, it's just a matter of when.

So none of them are surprised when Abby tells them that you made a move! You kissed her during one of your movie nights, and that was that! And everyone is like fucking finally girl. But the ones who are really concerned are Nora and Manny, who love Abby to bits and want nothing but the best (that autocorrected to Thebes and it made me giggle, thought you should know) for her. And they haven't seen her this intensely in love like ever, so they're scared!

But then Manny is hanging out with Nora and the team before practice, and Abby comes in and they just pause. Because her hair is braided into two braids, which she never does on herself, her bracelets looped around the neck of her water bottle, which has your ribbons tied around it. And she looks So Happy. Manny and Nora share this look and it's just pure platonic love and happiness and knowing that Abby, their Abby, found her person. Because No One is allowed to touch her hair, she didn't even like it when Owen did it. But here she is, hair neatly combed and parted and braided, tied at the ends with two hair ties in your favorite color.

Manny stays for the duration of practice, helping out where he can, but he's not on the court so he's the first one to see you step in, wearing shorts and one of Abby's zip up hoodies, the zipper lowered enough to show a cute lil "A" charm strung onto your everyday necklace. In your hands is a mini cooler holding snacks for the team, and when you announce your presence, everyone, and I mean Everyone, sees Abby light up. Like a fucking firefly (pun not intended).

Immediately she's off the court, running towards you, letting you set the cooler down before scooping you up in a hug, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling away and going "Hi honey" in the sweetest, if exhausted, tone.

Nora and Manny are just watching from the sidelines, munching on the snacks you brought, looking at Abby and how fucking happy she looks. They genuinely don't think they've ever seen her look this happy with anyone before, but they're glad. Because they watch you shove her water bottle into her hands, insisting she take a drink while you grab her a special snack, pulling her over to the bench and making sure she eats before you two head home. And they see how gentle, but firm, you are with her. How you brush her hair away from her face, how you redo a braid that's started to come loose, taking care not to pull at her hair. And they see how Abby places a kiss at your knuckles, holding your hand so softly, being so sweet with you.

Yeah, they really fucking glad you two found each other.

[lonelycowgirls]

Harry and Stella at LOT Wembley

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stellamallone ready to melt for 2/4 nights in Wembley, still can't quite believe I'm saying that 🫠

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gemmastyles can't wait to see you! Stay hydrated 🥰

dolly_mallonex on fire baby G!

annetwist our boy is home ❤️

↳stellamallone Manny will always be home ❤️

harrystyles not a lot of melting to be done in all those layers 🙃

↳stellamallone you love it

13 June 2023

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dolly_mallonex the girlies are OUT for Love on Tour

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stellamallone I can't believe we're dressed like this for a gig in ENGLAND 🥵

↳dolly_mollonex only because @mayajama said it's time for the summer of lurrrve

↳mayajama killing it chicassss 🤌

↳stellerrrr let me innnnnnn

harryshoes the friends and family box is about to be FULL full tonight 🥹

sideboobrry @dolly_mallonex show us Stella and Harry!!!

carlybaby11 Stella's getting railed tonight

↳frankiejane that's her baby sister y'all 😭😭

↳harrytheone you guys are too much 😅

14 June 2023

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harryflorals ANNE ACCEPTING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS FROM FANS DURING WEMBLEY NIGHT TWO via adoreyoualice

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cruel_summerrr she is the cutest!

raven3333 I love how she interacts with fans

sweetchels13 she's so like Harry fr

↳ginacorrin like mother like son 🥹

harrysgirl I love herrr, saw Stella and her sister with Anne and Gemma too

↳ari_love We saw her too! She's so small!

↳rinaaaaa Yeah she's super small and cute 😍

↳kristbsl she must be so proud of her boyf

↳larry4life if only it was real 🙄

14 June 2023

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harry_update Harry looking like a sculpture on stage at Wembley Stadium! June 17 via nikkimariejpg

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adore.starry Stella liking this is so me coded

sweetcreature22 STELLA LIKED

tori_wilks how does he look like thisssss

uma.clarke2 Have you seen the state of his body

freddiejones I can't keep going like this 😩😩😩

lilyrose05 he's fucking shredded 😩

becca_jane Stella's getting this every day... let that sink in

↳tbslamber STOP HSDOSJCNKS

↳mylarry you spelled Louis wrong

↳becca_jane @mylarry be serious 🤣

17 June 2023

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dolly_mallonex wishing my bb an amazing trip to Italy with her bb @stellamallone

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harrystyles thank you for dropping us off Dolls ❤️

↳dolly_mallonex no bother, I'm always up at half four in the morning... 😉

↳stellamallone Harry singing Holiday by Madonna at the top of his lungs didn't help 🙄

↳harrystyles heyyyy

↳starrylove PUBLIC INTERACTION???

↳tbslamber do you believe in miracles???!!!

annetwist have a fabulous time you two ❤️

19 July 2023

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harryflorals HARRY ARRIVING IN ITALY THIS MORNING via italrry23

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sideboobrry this fit

harryshouse_x welcome to the final show 😭

tina.snow.33 how do we never get pap pics of Stella anymore 🤔

↳hannasmith probably because ya'll scarred her back in 2014 🙄🙄

↳kirstyloml I'm glad tbh my heart can't handle

elenavatore Harry waved at us through the window of his car today! I think they're heading to his villa ❤️

19 July 2023

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stellamallone thirteen years <3 one guess who Delilah's favourite parent is...

So proud of this smiley man. Love on Tour has been the perfect celebration of your talent, music, kindness and love. Four sold out nights at Wembley fucking Stadium. I'll never get over what you can accomplish. What an achievement.

The love your fans have and show for you inspires me to strive to be the most adoring and supportive partner that you deserve... most of the time 😉

We're now where we're meant to be. Together, eating all the pasta and gelato we can possibly stomach, sipping on Aperol Spritz's in the sunshine - our true natural habitat.

That reminds me, next round's on you, Gorgeous.

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annetwist The greatest of blessings ❤️

dolly_mallonex We're all so proud of our H!

zayn 🤍

MummaMallone Can't wait for our big family holiday soon. ❤️

↳stellamallone Can't believe it's finally happening!!! 😍

niallhoran Love to you both

harrystyles you make it all worth it, Stell x

harrystyles and Lilah knows where the good cuddles come from

24 July 2023

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harryflorals HARRY POSTED AND DELETED A PICTURE OF STELLA IN ITALY ON HIS STORY! via harrystyles

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starryforever Crying real tears 💔

toriiii_x he's in his feels

harryholics guys what if he proposes on this vacation

↳tbslamber omg we could see fiancerry by HS4

↳oliviamac don't 🫠

↳kiwidaddy FINALLY

georgieanne This dress she served 😍

jamiestyles_xo He's in photographer boyfriend mode 💘

carly_d what a beautiful sunset ✨

willowshouse Luckiest bitch in the world confirmed

24 July 2023

Hope you enjoyed this piece of absolute self-indulgence because I want this to be my life 😂

Okay, bye!

Nel xo

[shady-lemur]

here’s a part 2 to abby and the red bikini! it’s a little bit rushed but i wanted to get it done before my classes and work consume me. thank you for the love on the last part! it always makes me nervous making smut 😓😓

first part

it’s been a week since that night with abby. you haven’t been able to look your boyfriend in the eye, let alone have any form of intimacy. you haven’t fucked, cuddled, kissed, hugged, or held hands and you knew it was killing manny. he thought it was something he did.

but tonight he asked you to come out with him to a few bars, so here you were. you’re sitting awkwardly in a sit at a high top table with manny, owen, and abby… of course they’re here.

you keep looking at abby, trying to wordlessly tell her “hey!! ever since i had sex with you i can’t even look at my boyfriend and everytime i look at you my face heats up and i can’t be this anymore!!” but she refused to meet your eyes. you didn’t fail to notice how good she looked, a loose black tee with a cargo skirt and her black combat boots. of course her hair was in a braid and she had neat black eyeliner pulled out into wings.

you nervously nurse your drink as they converse about the baseball game on the bar tv. how the fuck could abby be so calm and collected about everything?? after a few more minutes of trying to get her attention you pull your phone out.

(you pink, abby purple.)

we need to talk!!!!!!

What’s there to talk about?

omfg

maybe you’re okay just lying to yourself and everyone around you but i’m not. i can’t do that to manny.

You can’t tell Manny. He’ll never talk to either of us again.

that’s so fucking selfish abby.

we fucked up. and what abt owen? are you okay just acting like you didn’t have sex with someone else?

Yep.

jesus fucking christ.

i can’t believe i messed everything up with manny for u. you’re a fucking coward and a terrible friend.

you turn your phone on silent and put it back in your pocket. your face is heated with anger. abby finally looks at you but it’s a new expression. she’s upset and fucking angry, and it’s all directed at you. you roll your eyes at her scowl and turn to manny, tapping his shoulder. he turns around with a slightly worried expression on his face.

“sorry babe. i’m gonna go home i think.. my stomach hurts super bad and i’m started to get a headache.”

he puts his hand on your forehead to feel your temperature and nods. “let me drive you home.. it feels like you’re heating up and-“

“i’ll just uber. have a goodnight with your friends and i’ll text you when i get home.” you have to physically force yourself to kiss his temple and wave at the other two at the table before grabbing your bag and basically running out of the bar. you order an uber and sit at one of the benches near by until the car pulls up in front of you to take you home.

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last night when you got home from the bar you cried a little bit, drank a lot, and crashed on your couch. this morning you’re regretting every decision you’ve ever made. you couldn’t keep lying to manny like this. you were making yourself sick. and the thought of abby being completely fine keeping this a secret even more sick.

so you decide to call the only other person who knows other than you and abby.

“dee!! i need help.. can you talk?” you basically yell through the phone right when dina answers your facetime.

“what’s up baby? i have like 20 minutes before i need to go pick jj up.” concern is written all over her face as she takes in your hungover tear stained face. you can tell she’s meal prepping.

“last night i saw abby again and she seriously wants to just act like nothing ever happened. like she doesn’t want to tell manny.”

dina frowns at the camera. “y/nn! you know you have to tell him. you fuck up and the only way to get some peace with the situation is to talk to him.” you buried your head into your pillow and shake it. “i’m so stupid!!!!!!”

dina nods as she cuts carrots into jj bite sizes.

“but abby’s stupider. at least tell manny that you cheated, you don’t even have to mention abby.”

you look at the phone and nod. “yeah.. you’re right. i’ll talk to him.”

“mkay babe. i love you, even if your stupid!”

you blow her a kiss before hanging up and texting manny to ask to meet up.

less than 15 minutes later you’re sitting at a table in a cafe waiting for your boyfriend.

“hey.” you hear him as he pulls up a chair across from you and smiles. you give him a sad smile and hand him his coffee order. “thank you love.” you must’ve cringed at the nickname.. you used to love when he called you that.

“manny.. i have to tell you something.” his face slightly drops at your words. he motions for you to go on.

“shit.. a couple nights ago i had sex with someone else.. i’m so fucking sorry.” you feel the tears forming when you look at manny’s disappointed face. he looks like he’s about to start to cry too.

“fuck, y/n”

you look at him. “i love you manny. i never didn’t love you. i never deserved you though. you should be with someone better.”

“i do. i don’t think i can do this anymore,” he scoffs, “i can’t believe i was ring shopping just the other day and now we’re here.” your eyes widen and your tears start to fall. seeing the damage you caused made you feel like you were dying a slow and painful death.

“i’m so sorry. you deserve everything and more. thank you so much for being so good to me.”

he nods slowly and looks down at his drink. “i’ll text you about getting your stuff from my apartment.” then he’s gonna before you can say anything else, leaving you a sobbing mess in a small coffee shop. the barista even ends up giving you a free croissant because “it looks like you need it..” and you did. you also needed a few shots in your system right about now.

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it’s been about 3 month since your breakup. you and manny were somewhat civil, you still followed each other on instagram, and hookuped a few times (womp womp we’ve all been there don’t judge them!!)

but you were really getting your life together!! you baked dessert way to often, you babysat jj way more than dina needed you to because how could you not!! you started exploring your sexuality more, and stopped drinking so much.. it was starting to be a problem. and you haven’t thought of abby for weeks! except for a couple nights ago, and a few night before that, and maybe and few nights before that night!

you were doing great!! totally not thinking about your ex’s roommate/best friend!! never!!

you’re baking an apple pie when there’s a frantic knock at your door. you rush over to look in your peep hole first because living alone is scary and frantic knocks are scaring. imagine your surprise when you see the one and only abby anderson!!! she’s sweaty and has a conflicted expression on her face, she fidgets with her hands nervously.

you open the door in your cute apron and baby blue long sleeved shirt with some plain jeans. you have flour all over yourself. “um.. hi..?”

abby’s face goes pink at your domestic state and clears her throat before looking you in the eyes. “i broke up with owen. manny knows everything. i can’t stop thinking about you.. fuck.”

you stand shocked for a second before finally responding. “you’re serious..?”

she nods, “i think i wanna be with you.”

you look at her in shock again before she slams her lips into yours, you immediately melt into the kiss. you pull her closer by her shirt and whine. she bites your lip softly and brings her hands to your waist, pushing you into your apartment as you laugh into the kiss. you pull away to close your apartment door and shake your head playfully at her, “we’re so fucking stupid.”

abby nods, “the stupidest.” she says before lifting you up so you can wrap your legs around her waist and carried you to your bed.

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@ang3lzl0v3 here’s part two bb 🫶🏻 i hope you like it

[melis-writes]

pulling my hair out waiting for a new ‘blood money’ update 😭 but in the meanwhile can we get a tony montana prompt where he’s jealous of his men watching/paying attention to you and talking to/about you??? love possessive/jealous tony 👀🫶🏼 obsessed w all your work!!!

Ahhh it’s coming, I promise!! 🥰 We just have two more fic updates before the second chapter of Blood Money is posted and I know that sounds far away but we’ll make it. 😂 Perks of uploading and introducing all the fics is we get so much variety of characters/stories but the cons are the update times fr. 😭Thank you!! ❤❤❤

“You know, I go to the bar,” Tony takes off his sunglasses, shifting in his seat on the edge of a pool lounge chair. “I sit down, I look at the menu, I have a drink—right?”

“Mhmm,” Manny nods, waiting for Tony to make his point as he continues sipping his pina colada. “Okay.”

“Right,” Tony continues, squinting from the sun’s rays towards his eyes. “You know, sometimes I like to have a little conversation. I talk to somebody next to me, the guy who brings my drink—whatever. Just a little,” he holds up his hand, “you don’t see me going to no bar just to talk to somebody. I gonna sit there, enjoy my drink, smoke, then I’ma gonna leave. That’s what I do. That’s what I’m used to, right?”

“Uh huh, right,” Manny nods again slowly, “but what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying some conversation now and then is normal,” Tony gestures out with his hand as he speaks—his tone of voice increasingly growing agitated. “Little bit. But what the fuck is this, man?”

Tony then suddenly gestures to the other end of the pool by the beach house where you’ve barely been able to get down the steps of the porch before two of Tony’s men came to make conversation with you for the past ten minutes. “Huh? What the fuck is that?”

“Okay, man, okay,” Manny grins, holding back his laughter and chuckling. “What’s the matter? You can’t wait a few minutes while your girl has a conversation?”

“It’s been ten fucking minutes, man,” Tony gestures to his gold wristwatch aggressively. “They like fucking fruit flies. The fuck do I pay them for? Just to talk to my girl?”

“Maybe it’s just good conversation,” Manny jokes.

“Fuck you, man,” Tony lightly smacks Manny’s arm, putting his sunglasses back on and rising from his seat. “I go give them a piece of my mind.”

“She ain’t gonna like that too much!” Manny calls back.

“The only thing she like here is me, chico,” Tony points at his chest, still as cocky as ever with each step he takes towards you.

“That’s amazing,” one of Tony’s bodyguards says to you, “do you plan on going sometime else?”

“Not sure yet,” you smile back politely, “it’s a little too soon to tell.”

“What we talking about here, huh?” Tony steps up next to you, seemingly reserved and calmer as he wraps an arm around your waist. “We wasting time?”

You blush at Tony’s sudden presence next to you, feeling his hand only an inch away from touching your ass. “Hi, baby.”

“You done?” Tony asks his men.

“Uh, Mr. Montana we were just talking and—”

“You talk too much. I don’t pay you for that,” Tony states, shooing them both off. “Go do your fuckin’ jobs, man.”

Mumbling out “sorry” and nodding humbly, Tony’s men disperse around the beach house and particularly away from the pool per Tony’s wishes to return back to surveillance duties.

“They like you, you know that?” Tony’s squeezes your ass, giving it a light smack. “Piece of shit can’t get enough of you.”

“Tony!” You giggle, unable to help but feel the little spark of arousal that went through you with his hand over your ass. “No, they don’t. They’re suckups without a doubt, but they’re definitely not into me.”

“Uh huh, uh huh,” Tony says sarcastically, leading you towards the pool with him. “Suckups who wanna kiss your ass—literally. Talking to my girl like that, eyes all over you.”

“Jealous,” you tease, taking your beach slip off of you and setting it aside before laying down upon the lounge seat.

“You know I fuckin’ am,” Tony’s eyes greedily dart up and down your bikini as he sits next to you—keeping one hand over your thigh. “I pay ‘em well to protect you, keep this place. No problems with that, right baby?”

“Not at all,” you watch as Tony runs his hand up and down your thigh, grabbing a bottle of sunscreen off the side.

“Good,” Tony leans down, playfully kissing your upper thigh before giving it a light bite. “’Cause you all mine and I don’t fuckin’ share.”

[onmyyan]

NEW PATIENT with Delmont brother brain rot! It’s an infectious disease as this point doc! Gotta share some stuff in my head that I’d love to do to them! ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ω⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄

Cas: We on a cute date and are in a private isolated area in a park/hiking trail/forested area. We brought a cooler of ice cream and other goods. I am deadlocking eyeing this man as I’m licking this long and thick white ice cream pop. Cas’s is beginning to melt on his fingers and he doesn’t notice it cuz he too busy looking at me his baby. I lick his fingers clean from the ice cream and make sure to get his fingers nice and wet in my mouth and eat his ice cream too while I’m at it. I want his own cream seeping from him as well

Gabe: He playing video games and is with his friends doing a team game or something. It late at night and I want him in bed with me. I look at him and bring a finger to my lips to signal to him shush and continue talking to his friends as normal. I crawl up to him and pull down his pants and part his legs. I give him that mad head and make sure to give ‘em balls plenty of love and attention too. I want this man fighting for his life over the mic head set tryin to act like nothin going on while still gaming and supportin his team

Ricky: I’m just feeling really sadistic today and put him in a cock cage the entire day. I’ll tease him over the phone too the entire day and won’t give him any peace while he’s at work, on lunch break, etc. When he comin home I’m tying him to the bed, and even though he’s begging for sweet release of his friend to pound me, I ain’t having it today. No. I’m riding his face, teasing his balls, and makin it so that he’s perpetually edged the entire night. It’s all about my pleasure only tonight, and when dawn comes and he gotta go to work. I still ain’t taking the cage off despite the overstimulated mess he is. He go to work, no sleep, no sweet release, and what he find that I sent him in his lunch? The key to the cage, with a cute little note that says, “Round 2 tonight?”

Marcos: I’m gonna force this motherfucker to buy me a custom made gold ring with my initials on it so he can wear it cause he’s mine, ya know? Then I’m gonna drip lots of burning hot wax on him and press the ring into the wax on his skin to see if it’ll leave a cute mark or two with my initials indented into his skin. After that I’ll allow him to breed me. Oh and this’ll be filmed secretly, and I’ll only let him watch it if I think he performed well enough for me

Manny: Vibrator dildo up his ass, as his hands and neck is harshly pulled and tied to the bedpost. I learned fancy knife play with butterfly knives just for him, and I’m gonna carve my name onto his skin over his little heart where his tattoo is. And you bet I’m gonna make it pretty as I can. I’m taking my time, calling him pretty things, being his lil cheerleader and everything. When I’m done and satisfied with my art, then it’s his turn to pleasure me, but no knife or blood on me

Sorry it got more demented as it went on. I guess I just naturally matched each brothers energy. Whatchu think?

Love 🗡️Psycho🗡️ Anon

👀👄👀 I adore you for this omfg thank you for sending it in I love everything about this

[satansapostle6]

Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

“French Inhale”

“Kids”

“Rodrick!”

“…Hi, Mom.”

Rodrick Heffey looked around awkwardly as he stepped through the threshold into his home with Sara.

“You’re home! And you brought Sara! How was school?” Susan Heffley asked enthusiastically.

“Uh… It was okay,” he responded, embarrassed by his mother’s presence.

He had thought she’d be at the store or something when he got home, giving him enough time to settle into his room with Sara before she arrived.

“How about you, Sara?” Susan asked with an almost too friendly smile. “How was your day?”

“It was alright, thanks, Mrs. Heffley,” Sara smiled courteously.

Things were fine ever since everything that had happened between the two of them, but still, there was a distance between Sara Walter and Susan Heffley that seemed to bother Susan more so than it did her son’s girlfriend.

“Oh, I’ve told you a hundred times! Call me ‘Susan’!” she said with the widest smile Sara had ever seen, creeping out of ‘smile’ territory and more into ‘grimace’ territory.

“Okay… Susan,” Sara said uncomfortably, trying her best to continue the flow of the conversation as naturally as she could.

But Susan was giving her almost nothing.

“Anyways… We’re just gonna go upstairs,” Rodrick announced hastily, “I already finished all my homework…”

Sara gave one final shy smile as she promptly followed her boyfriend upstairs, only for Susan to look up at them in a panic as she still held a full laundry basket in her hands.

“Okay! Remember to leave the door open, Rodrick!” she called hopefully, as Rodrick only half-closed the door, leaving just enough room while still ensuring at least a small amount of privacy.

Rodrick sighed as he threw his backpack at the wall, flopping onto his bed as Sara just watched.

“What’s wrong?” she wondered, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Nothing. My mom just tries too hard,” he groaned.

Sara paused for a moment, understanding where he was coming from as she thoughtfully ran a hand through her shoulder length, balayaged hair.

“It’s sweet,” she offered.

“Yeah, I know,” Rodrick sighed, feeling somewhat guilty. “But it’s weird.”

“I don’t really mind,” she shrugged. “I appreciate it. In its own weird way.”

“It’s so embarrassing, though,” he complained.

“Hey,” Sara reminded him firmly, “Your mom’s trying… Why do you think we’re always at your place instead of mine?”

“Because your mom goes for losers?” Rodrick guessed.

“Wow,” Sara scoffed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby,” he apologized quickly.

“I didn’t say you were wrong,” she reminded him as she lay next to him on her side, head propped up on her arm as she looked at him expectantly.

Rodrick just melted at the sight of her, sighing as he gave in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. It seemed Sara had a plan, her subtly affectionate kisses slowly becoming more drawn out and purposeful. Rodrick was beginning to enjoy himself even more as her rested a hand on her hip, before a loud interruption.

“Rodrick?!”

He grunted irritably as he pulled away from her with reluctance, closing his eyes for a minute before he responded.

“Yeah?!” he yelled.

There was a quick pause.

“I’m going to the fundraising event for Greg’s school! I’m taking Manny, but Greg doesn’t wanna go, and Rowley’s here, so you’re in charge!” Susan shouted. “Make sure they behave! I’m already running late!”

“Okay!” Rodrick agreed, waiting for a response before he turned back to Sara.

He grinned, seeming rather pleased with himself despite not having done anything.

“Looks like we get the house to ourselves,” he remarked, as Sara chuckled softly.

She slowly sat up, swinging a leg over Rodrick’s lap as he watched her with sleepy eyes, a goofy grin on his face as she leaned in to kiss him. He pulled her closer, hands softly brushing over her form as she threw her arms around him. Rodrick felt even more smug as her tongue entered his mouth. He brushed his tongue against hers, flicking it playfully before another loud sound caught his attention.

“Hey Rodrick, I wanted to ask you— AAAAHHHH!”

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Two loud yells filled the room as Rodrick looked to the doorway to find his younger brother looking petrified at what he’d accidentally walked in on. Completely panicking, Rodrick screamed loudly as he did whatever he could to make the situation appear more normal, the very first thing he instinctively thought to do unfortunately being shoving whatever was on his lap off of the bed.

Unfortunately, it had been Sara that was on his lap, landing on the floor of his room with a loud thud.

“Get the fuck out, you little pervs!” Rodrick boomed.

“I’m sorry!” Rowley Jefferson whimpered apologetically, sounding traumatized.

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” his younger brother Greg exclaimed, as he and his best friend Rowley both stood with their hands covering their eyes as if someone was naked.

“What the fuck are you guys even doing in here?!” Rodrick demanded as Sara frustratedly picked herself up off the floor, sitting back down on the bed as she panted slowly.

“I-I just… Wanted to ask you a question!” Greg Heffley told his brother.

“No! Get the fuck out!” Rodrick yelled at him.

“Please, can I just ask you something?” Greg pleaded.

“Please?” Rowley begged, eyes still tightly covered.

“What is it, Greg?” Sara asked, in spite of Rodrick’s protests.

“No!” Rodrick said bitterly.

“Rodrick, please?” Greg looked at him with his childish puppy dog eyes. “Just hear me out, please—”

“Alright, fine! If it’ll get you to leave!” Rodrick caved. “What is it?”

Rowley slowly lowered his hands as he looked around the room, paranoid.

“Mom said we can’t leave the house unless it’s with you,” Greg told his older brother. “And we really wanna go to this party at Dani’s house—”

“Dani?” Rodrick scoffed. “What makes you think a girl like that would wanna hang out with you two fucktards?”

“She said we could come!” Greg exclaimed. “Come on, Rodrick. Please?!”

“No! Fuck off!” Rodrick complained.

“Wait,” Sara said, looking between her boyfriend and the two kids. “You wouldn’t happen to mean Dani Gomez, would you?”

Greg looked at her funny. “Yeah. You know her?”

“That’s Christy Gomez’s little sister,” Sara deduced, turning to Rodrick.

He didn’t get it right away. “Who?”

Sara leaned in, whispering so that only he could hear. “The girl who sells molly.”

Rodrick’s eyes slowly widened as he turned to look back at the two middle school boys, quickly coming to a conclusion.

“Alright. Grab your shit. We’re going,” he determined.

“Yes!”

Greg and Rowley were both ecstatic as they ran off to Greg’s room. Rodrick thought for a moment as he addressed Sara.

“Babe, do you have any cash?” he murmured. “Cuz, I got none.”

“Lemme check,” Sara murmured, reaching for her bag.

She pulled a decent wad of bills out of her wallet. Rodrick watched her quickly counting the money as it passed through each of her hands, sounding like one of those machines he’d seen in the movies. He found it weirdly attractive how fast she could count money.

“20, 40, 60, 80… Yeah. We’re gonna party,” she assured him with a grin.

*****

When Sara and Rodrick arrived at Christy’s house that random Wednesday, they quickly found out that this was one of those rare occasions on which she did not have any molly to sell. So, Sara and Rodrick decided to stay and make do with the various ‘refreshments’ they had been provided with.

They were sitting in the backyard with the fifteen or so other kids around their age or so as everyone either talked, smoked, or drank, or most likely some combination thereof. There were enough people that either of them knew for them to stay without feeling awkward, but there was no one they knew particularly well. So, Sara had texted Lauren, while Rodrick had texted the guys from the band.

Chris, Ben, and Bill would all be arriving together within the hour, meanwhile Lauren would be coming once she got off of work. So, as they sat on a table talking with Christy and a couple of others while they waited, Rodrick and Sara sipped on cold Banquets, trying to hide their boredom as they listened to the two guys Christy and her friend Jenna were standing with.

Christy Gomez was a couple of years ahead of Rodrick and Sara, having graduated Crossland the year before. She was best known for her Jersey Shore-esque fashion sense, oddly elitist personality, and of course, chronic possession of molly, and chronic. Sara couldn’t stand her, but pretending she did came with a lot of perks.

Although she sold a lot of different things, from drugs to designer shades, Christy was one of those girls who stood in the back judging the girls actually dancing at raves. She was popular, but not well-liked. She was one of the few girls with an alternative fashion sense who still befriended the boys who seemed like they committed hate crimes on the weekends.

The two boys standing with them at the moment were Matt Lewis and Jack Garrett, a jock and an irritating skateboard owner. Sara specifically described Jack as a skateboard owner due to the fact that, despite him carrying one wherever he went, nobody had ever seen him actually skateboard.

Lauren wasn’t exactly pleased to find Sara and the guys standing around talking with her ex from sophomore year when she arrived.

“Dude, I don’t even know why I fucked her!” he laughed obnoxiously as he told a story.

Sara looked at Rodrick, unimpressed, as he just responded by silently taking a sip of his beer as he continued listening. Lauren was currently on her third eye roll of the night. Between having to walk there and not having any molly, Rodrick was in a somewhat irritable mood, especially having to deal with Matt Lewis, the football star who had made fun of him freshman year.

“Did you at least hit it doggy style?” Matt asked him. “Cuz you know she’s got a dog face!”

The two guys cackled as Christy and Jenna did everything in their power to validate them, seeming as if they were trying to one-up their laughs. Things only got more ‘interesting’ once Chris, Ben, and Bill showed up three beers later, adding fuel to the fire of the conversation as Sara sat with her leg draped over Rodrick’s, quietly sipping her drink as the guys talked.

“Fuck, I hate girls who are into politics,” Matt announced, “They just always talk too much!”

Sara and Chris immediately looked at one another as Jack and Ben hopped on that bandwagon. It took a while for the sexist laughter to die down, but the second it did, Rodrick looked to his girlfriend to try and gauge what was going to happen next. He grinned slightly, already buzzed as he realized things were about to get interesting.

Chris and Bill, on the other hand, we’re becoming increasingly worried.

“As opposed to what?” Sara said quietly.

Everyone turned to look at her as the conversation came to a natural lull. Christy and Jenna were quiet, judging in silence, but the boys were too far gone to hold in their reactions in any way. Lauren, on the other hand, was already giggling readily.

“Huh?” Matt said stupidly.

“Sara,” Bill said quietly, not disagreeing, but pleading.

“As opposed to two guys who seem to hate women so much, they seem to wanna fuck each other?” Sara provided, hopping off the table as she just stood there.

“Hey, what are you trying to say?!” Matt demanded, shoulders stiffening.

“I’m sorry, should I take it down to a first grade reading level?” she retorted.

Rodrick hid a smile behind the beer in his hand as he and Lauren looked at one another.

“Yo, what the fuck is your problem?” Jack demanded, taking a swig of his drink.

“I don’t have a problem,” Sara said lightly. “If you two want the room, you can have it.”

Rodrick could see plainly that Matt was fuming, as Jack stood next to him, angrily trying to contemplate their next move. Sara doubled down, glaring up at Matt as everyone remained dead silent. No one knew exactly what was going to happen next, until fortunately, a small voice interrupted the conversation.

“Rodrick?!”

They all turned to see Greg standing by the back door, panting.

“What?!” Rodrick yelled, not feeling like dealing with him.

Sara glowered in Matt’s direction, then turned to Bill, who was silently asking her to stand down. Begrudgingly, she looked at all of them one last time before grabbing Lauren and leading Greg away.

“What is it, Greg?” she asked urgently.

“…A lot!” he decided, grabbing her arm in fear. “Sara! They-They were playing spin the bottle, and then Rowley, he-he—“

“Okay, breathe!” Sara instructed. “Focus!”

Greg nodded, slowly centering himself. “We… We were playing spin the bottle, and then it landed on me and Holly… But then Fregley came in, and he stole a beer, and—”

“Hold on, Fregley was invited to this thing?!”Lauren cried.

“Focus!” Greg yelled back.

“Okay, sorry.”

“Fregley snuck a beer, cuz Dani told him to, and he gave it to Rowley, and Rowley threw up, and he’s crying…!” Greg summarized in a panic. “I don’t know what to do!”

Sara looked back in Rodrick’s direction, not seeing him paying attention, before she let out a long sigh as she and Lauren locked eyes.

“Where is he?”

“Come on,” Greg dragged her along, sounding somewhat relieved.

He led the two girls into Dani’s bedroom, which all the kids, except for Dani and Fregley, had deserted due to the mess that had been made. Rowley sat on the floor, ginger hair a mess as he sobbed uncontrollably in front of the mess. Sara huffed irritably as she sat beside him, hand on his shoulder.

“Rowley. What happened?” she asked him.

“I-I-I…” the kid was a mess. “I tried to drink the beer… But I drank it too fast, and I threw up…”

“He had turkey for lunch!” Fregley interrupted, as Sara, Lauren, and Greg all looked at him in disgust.

“Fregley, shut the fuck up!” Sara said impatiently. “You know what, everybody out! Everybody who’s not Rowley or Greg, get the fuck out!”

“But, my room!” Dani complained. “It’s a mess!”

“And we’ll clean it up,” Lauren told her. “Now get out, or I’m telling your parents you told Fregley to get the beer!”

That seemed to work as the other two kids cleared the room, leaving the girls with Greg and Rowley.

“Greg, go with Lauren and get me some paper towels, and some water, please,” Sara said as calmly as she could. “Or ginger ale, if you can find it.”

“Okay,” Greg agreed, getting up automatically.

“Rowley. How do you feel?” she said softly, hand resting on his back.

“Sad,” he mumbled, sniffling aggressively. “Thank you, Sara.”

She could tell he was having a rough time.

“Honey, I need you to think for me, okay? Do you still feel sick in any way? Like you’re gonna throw up again?” she asked him, examining him in every way possible.

“N-No,” he shook his head as she carefully felt for his body temperature.

“Do you feel clammy? Like you’re gonna faint?” she asked.

“…No.”

She sighed, still uneasy about the whole thing.

“I think we have to call your parents,” she said quietly.

“But… Greg says we’ll get in trouble!” Rowley protested half-heartedly.

“I’d rather you get in trouble then get really sick,” she pointed out.

“But… I don’t feel sick anymore!” he offered.

“Rowley… This is really serious. If something happens… or your parents find out somehow, everyone could get in a lot of trouble. Not you, but me, and Rodrick, and Mr. and Mrs. Heffley, and Dani’s parents, too,” Sara reasoned. “I really don’t like this.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Heffley could get into trouble?!” Rowley cried.

“Possibly, yes,” Sara nodded. “You’re a kid. Giving you alcohol is a crime, dude.”

“But, Fregley’s a kid, too!”

“Fregley wouldn’t be the one held accountable. It would be Dani’s parents, because this is their house, and also Greg and Rodrick’s parents, because you were under their care,” Sara tried to explain.

“But, I feel better! Really, I do!” Rowley insisted. “Please don’t tell my parents! I’ll never drink again!”

Sara sighed exhaustedly, sitting with her own thoughts for a moment until Lauren and Greg came into the room with paper towels and a bottle of water.

“Will you please not tell my parents?” Rowley begged as Greg just sat down on the floor, anxiously awaiting Sara’s decision.

“Rowley…” Lauren said regretfully, a sympathetic expression on her face.

Sara paused for a moment, stressed and somewhat inebriated as she cracked open the water bottle and handed it to Rowley. Sara knew that she had built up a certain level of improved responsibility in the past few years, but then again, she also knew the kind of things she was doing at Rowley’s age.

“Drink this, slowly,” Lauren instructed him. “Finish it. If you’re fine by then…” Sara trailed off for a moment. “Me and Rodrick took you to Dani’s house. You’re tired. If you seem kinda sick, you don’t know anything about it. Got it?” she said quietly.

Rowley nodded vigorously, grateful for her discretion. “Thank you! Thank you, Sara!”

She just sighed, shaking her head as she bundled up the paper towels and got to work. She told Greg and Rowley to wait out in the front yard as she and Lauren told Rodrick that they were all leaving, explaining to him what had happened.

“Shit… Okay,” he eventually came to terms with it. “Let’s go. I’ll tell the guys.”

“Okay,” Sara nodded as she followed.

Chris, Ben, and Bill were still stuck outside with Christy and the other two guys, talking about God knows what. Rodrick met Bill’s eyes as he told him that something had happened, and they were leaving.

“Already?!” Ben complained. “It’s not even seven yet!”

Sara and Rodrick both ignored him completely.

“We’re leaving, guys,” Rodrick reiterated. “Catch you later.”

“Oh, you’re so pussy-whipped!” Matt laughed, as Ben laughed with him. “Seriously, dude? For a girl who’s probably had more guys inside her than a locker room?”

“Shut the fuck up, Matt,” Lauren snapped, as the guys only got more annoying. “Everyone knows you’re a pathetic sack of shit with a shrimp dick!”

The expression on Rodrick Heffley’s face, however, quickly changed from playfully exasperated to completely void of humor. Bill also was growing increasingly uncomfortable as he visibly seemed to take a more aggressive stance.

“What did you just say?” Rodrick asked Matt, slowly stepping toward him as everything else disappeared for him.

Matt laughed awkwardly, seeming for some reason surprised by the reaction.

“Yo!” he protested.

“What the fuck did you just say, man?!” Bill boomed as some heads began to turn in their direction.

“Woah! Calm down, it was just a joke, man,” he laughed insufferably. “Come on! You can’t take a joke?!”

“That’s not a joke,” Lauren said warningly, as Rodrick just remained quiet.

“Rodrick? Sara?”

Rodrick was already too far gone, but Sara looked toward the back door, alarmed, as Greg and Rowley both stood out in the backyard, waiting for them to leave.

“Yeah… No one talks about my sister like that,” Bill towered over him, pointing an accusing finger.

“Greg! Rowley!” Sara warned. “Go outside!”

“But, Sara,” Greg protested, seeing what was going on with Rodrick.

“Go!” Sara boomed.

Neither of the boys listened, and she was too preoccupied with Rodrick.

“Don’t make me make you regret that, you fucking piece of shit,” Rodrick threatened Matt, on an aggressive high.

“Jeez! You and your fucking feminazi girlfriend!”

A loud, distinctive cracking sound filled the air. There were gasps, shouts, and even a couple screams. Greg gasped silently, while Rowley started to panic. Sara saw as the poor kid looked like he was about to start crying.

“What the fuck?!” Christy shrieked in horror.

Sara didn’t speak, and Lauren was completely stunned as she just stood there for a moment, mouth agape as she stood beside Bill, who instinctively rested a protective hand on her back. For a split second, Sara had no idea what had happened, but one thing was for sure. Matt’s nose was broken.

-

“Break Stuff”

[azulera]

Manny

Pairing: Marcus Rashford x Black Reader

Summary: You give Marcus a manicure (and he thanks you).

Notes: i need Rashy so badly like yall do not understand… his weird fingernails and all. this was supposed to be short and family friendly but the ending … u can tell what im going thru ——————————————————————————

She had found a rhythm, was nearly finished with the last two nails of his left hand when Marcus flinched, hissing as the blades cut a little too close. He turned his head from the random episode of Bake-off playing on the bedroom television, but her eyes stayed focused on the cuticle scissors in her hand, lip caught between her teeth.

“Sorry, baby, I'm almost done. You’re doing so good.”

“S’okay.” He mumbled, and lifted his right hand from her thigh to inspect the digits, his other still resting in the gap between her crossed legs. They’d been clipped, filed, and even lovingly coated with a moisturizer she ordered specialty from Japan, and he gave them a quiet, but pleased “Looks nice.” She looked up from her task a moment just to smile.

“You’re sure you don’t want clear gloss on top? It’ll make them shiny.”

“Don’t need them to be shiny. Just healthy, innit. So long as they’re not bleedin, fallin off, then I’m good.”

She frowned.

“That’s a poor way to think about your body, though. You wouldn’t say the same if it was your knees, or toes.”

He shrugged. “Me legs and feet are way more important. Don’t need hands so much to do what I need to.”

“Don’t you want Jesse and your mates to stop bantering you?”

“I don’t care what them lot have to say. Not holdin their hand or anythin, anyway.

“But didn’t your mum ever tell you, girls won’t let you touch them if your fingernails aren’t nice?”

“You let me touch you, don’t you?” He licked his lips, and finally moved his eyes to hers, away from the TV. “And you like it, so.”

She rolled her eyes, even as a ribbon of heat flashed in her belly. Having finished with his little finger, she put down the scissors, and reached around the floor for the lotion.

“But I always make sure you cut and clean them good first, don’t I. And with your nails all pretty like this …”

She trailed off, gently rubbing the cream into his skin, and he leaned forward, crowding into her space. He let out soft hums as she moved from finger to finger, and began to massage his opposite thumb into her inner thigh.

“So let me touch you now.” He suggested, his voice much lower than before, and she could feel his warm breath fan against her face. Her spine tingled, but she didn’t respond until she finished, putting the nail supplies to the side and snapping the lotion bottle closed.

“Just put all this fancy moisturizer on for you. And you’re tryna undo all my hard work?”

“Nah, the opposite, really,” The hand on her leg creeped higher and higher, and his mouth moved closer, his nose nuzzling along her neck. “Wanna say thank you. For always taking care of me so good.”

“You can thank me by giving your nails a break,” She breathed, curling an arm around his neck, trying not to squirm. “Quit biting them.”

“But you'll like this 'thank you' way better.” He promised, pressing a kiss just under her ear. “Both know you will.”

Her instinct was to protest, but instead she tugged him closer by the hand, kissing away his sly smile. “Bare smooth, aren’t you" she teased as he laid her back against the pillows, feeling at his fingers for flaws, and knowing she would find none.

[newvegasnationalangel]

Craig Boone headcanons bc we are lacking in them

I figured I'd share my Craig Boone headcanons because there aren't enough of them lol. Content warning for alcohol abuse. Some of them are sort of Manny + Boone headcanons.

Boone was born on a farming town but comes from a generation of military men - had an N.C.R. veteran for a dad who definitely pushed the idea of service on his son

He enlisted only days after he turned eighteen - it felt like his purpose. The only reason he didn't stay was the impact Bitter Springs had on him. He often wonders if, in another life, he would have been N.C.R. for life and ended up as some big shot general.

Boone has never been the sharpest tool in the shed. He didn't learn to read until he joined the army, where they put him in a program during basic training. When he wrote letters back home, his family was very impressed - his father was the only literate person, and hadn't had the time or motivation to teach his children.

He can't do basic math. If you asked him to add double digits, he couldn't.

He and Manny were fast friends only because they were complete opposites - Boone had been introverted his whole life; he kind of just stuck with family and that was it. But Manny was very talkative, and very open, especially about his time with the Khans and some of the more morally dubious things he'd done. He never seemed embarrassed, or ashamed, and had a very optimistic look on life. Boone admired it.

Boone knew Manny was gay, and knew Manny was into him. It never bothered him, and it was strictly unspoken. However, things did get more difficult when Carla came into the picture; Manny, with any crush, sort of felt secure in Boone not being in a relationship, and took out his heartbreak on Boone's wife.

Manny criticized everything about Boone's relationship with Carla. He was betraying his class, they got married too quick, that Carla tricked him into getting her pregnant...

Carla was his first real girlfriend. He partied on the strip as much as all the other soldiers, spent nights with Gomorrah girls, and had small town romances back home. But he'd never actually truly had feelings for some one.

Boone is definitely a heavy drinker, always has been. It was easier when he was in service but there were some wild nights on the strip. He used to get drunk to party, and loosen up. There was a long point in time where he stopped drinking, for Carla, but after she died, he drank to forget, and drank dangerously.

All of Carla's things are untouched; dresses, jewellery, a cup she left on the dresser with a lipstick stain on it, her toothbrush. The baby things, he did throw out though. He couldn't bear to look at them.

This is more of a Boone/Courier HC but... if Boone were to develop an intimate relationship with the courier, or that matter, there would be a lot of upfront fantasies about having a family with them, not necessarily sexual ones, but simply in the sense of wondering. What would the baby room look like? How would he help out with the kid? Would they have a boy or a girl? The day he found out he and Carla were having a baby it was one of the happiest moments of his life, yet it was torn away from him in the blink of an eye.

[yourtouchismidas]

Blurb idea:

I’m imagining Gigi is around 2/3 years old at this point and mattys been turning her into a little Newcastle United fan ever since she was born, so he buys her a football kit and takes her to her first ever newcastle football game and she’s so excited

omg yes this except i think rg, being a manchester girlie, supports man city and therefore they have been trying to bring gigi up to support two different teams. matty at one point compares it to bringing her up in two different religions.

so matty's dad has phoned him at work and said he has tickets and can him and gigi and you make it, and he rocks up home with a bag and you are like "what's that?"

"nothing you need to know about," he says, walking past you through the corridor, "where's my girl?"

gigi is playing with her toys in the play room and yells daddy and runs at him when she sees him.

"there's my little newcastle fan," he says, crouching down and scooping her into a hug.

"no gigi," you say, "we support man city. you're a manny baby. okay?"

"i like football," gigi says, stroking matty's curls absentmindedly.

matty rolls his eyes "always so diplomatic. you dont have to lie to mummy, gi. i know you like newcastle better."

"okay," you wink at gigi, "you tell him that baby but we will know better won't we?"

gigi has already got on hand in the bag matty brought and so matty says, "got you a present baby, look" and pulls out the little kit.

"oooh!" gigi says.

"she already has one," you says from behind.

"she needs the new season. or she is going to look ridiculous. do you want people to laugh at our daughter? do you?"

"oh fuck off, matty," you say laughing.

"gotta look fresh for saturday, haven't we love?" he says, already pulling of the zoo animal top gigi has on to put the new kit on.

"saturday?" you ask.

"we're going to see newcastle play with my dad," matty says, grinning at rg.

"you are not taking my baby to a newcastle game," you say, folding her arms.

"yes i am," he says, getting up and winding his arms around her waist. "and i'm taking you too."

"i'm wearing my man city shirt," he says.

"your funeral," he says, kissing her softly on the cheek, "missed you today."

"stop trying to be nice to me," you say, sticking her bottom lip out dramatically.

"oh stop it,"

"i wanted her first game to be a man city one," you whines.

"oh dear," matty says, immitating her whining.

she does a big fake frown at him and he smiles, "you're so cute when you're mad. look at that little wrinkle in your forehead," he strokes it with one finger, "and your sad lip," he pinches it softly between his fingers and thumb and then kisses you, sucking on your bottom lip until you forget what you were talking about in the first place.

"fine we will go," you say, when you come to, dizzy with the kiss.

so you all end up going, and you have to admit gigi looks pretty damn cute in her little footballer outfit and white sneakers. you've done her hair in two pigtails with ribbons tied round in team colours. you guys wind through the crowd, matty holding your hand firmly and gigi in his arms looking around at all the people and the big stadium.

"grandad!" she yells, and points, and there is matty's dad waiting for you all by the entrance gate. gigi leans out of matty's arms to get into her grandads and he gives her a big kiss on the cheek.

"you excited?" he asks her and she nods hard.

"i love football!" she yells and then matty nudges her so she yells "i love newcastle!"

a few people around you look over and chuckle, and you roll your eyes and nudge matty in the ribs but he grabs you into a hug and kisses you head.

"you want a burger gigi girl?" matty's dad asks her and then take her over to the van that is selling them. the burger is the same size as gigi's face and her eyes go wide when she tastes it.

"yum?" matty says.

"yum!" gigi agrees.

when you go into the stadium, gigi plays around at your feet and waves to a few other children that are there but when the game starts she is mesmorised. when newcastle first score, and the whole crowd goes wild, she isn't expecting it and jumps and then starts crying and buries her head into matty's shoulder. matty is laughing at her but jiggles her up and down and says, "it's okay, baby, that means we're winning! newcastle are winning!"

"winning?"

"yeah!" matty says. so she pops her teary face out again and sniffs, looks around a bit and then continues to watch. next time newcastle score, she cheers and claps too.

"that's my girl!" matty says.

[abigails-gf]

hi!! it’s me again ahaha :) i absolutely loved what you did w my request omg!!! your so so talented <33 i have another ideaaa okay so it’s summer n abby and you n her friends (like mel,owen,manny yk) wanna go to the beach or somewhere but reader is super self conscious abt their scars (bc the others don’t know) but abby already knows so she’s like reassuring them n stuff!! and then they go to the beach n have the best time!! <333 also do u do emoji anons? if so could i be 🪐 anon? it’s okay if not i js think if will be easer than me going it’s me again or the one who requested this ahaha!! but if not that’s okay no pressure!! also sorry if this one is a but confusing 🩷🩷

abby anderson x fem reader.

abby reassures her girlfriend before going to the beach.

warnings: reader has self-h*rm scars although it isn't explicitly mentioned.

a/n: hi 💐!! i'm sorry it took me some time to fill this request. but now it's done! i'm not sure how i feel about it, honestly. but i think i like it? i'm honestly not the biggest fan of the beach, but anyways! owen and mel are in this, by the way! . i hope you like it! <33

you were on the balcony, enjoying the sun on your face when the door of your apartment opened. you heard keys being put down and footsteps coming your way.

you felt her lips against the side of your neck and her arms wrapping around you. “good morning, sweet girl.” you smiled and turned around to look into her eyes. “good morning to you too, my love.” you kissed her lips.

abby woke up before you that day. she had promised mel to help her build her kid’s new bed. “how’s mel?” you asked.

“she’s good, her belly is the size of a watermelon now... also, owen is really bad at building furniture.” she chuckled.

“oh, by the way”, abby said, taking your hands into hers. “they asked if we wanted to go to the beach with them this afternoon? it’s really warm and sunny... what do you think?” you tried to force a smile. “i don’t really feel like going but – you can go without me.”

abby noticed something was bothering you, and she knew what it was. she squeezed your hands. “hey, i promise it’ll go well. they won’t even notice.” she said softly. you shook your head. “i know. but what if they do? what if they judge me for it? plus, i don’t think i’ll feel comfortable in a swimsuit, abs. i’m sorry.” you looked down at your arms.

she kissed your forehead and held you tightly before bringing you back inside. she led you to your bedroom and started looking through your shared closet. “what are you doing?” you asked, sitting on the bed. “trying to find you something that could help you feel comfortable.”

she searched for a few minutes before putting down her finds on the bed. “i found some of my old swim shorts, you could wear them. i also found you a veil. you could wear it to hide your arms, if you feel uncomfortable.”

you smiled. “thank you, abby.” she leaned down to kiss you. “they won’t judge you. i promise. all they want is for all of us to have a good time. and if you feel really uncomfortable, i could pack one of your sweatshirts in our bag. okay?” you nodded and left a peck on her lips. “i love you.” you whispered, making her smile.

mel and owen were already there. owen was putting sunscreen on mel’s back. “hey, guys!” abby said as you arrived at their level. “bob the builder’s in the house!” mel joked. you smiled and hugged mel and owen.

you sat on your towel, in your swimsuit and abby’s shorts, her sitting behind you in her bikini top and shorts. you held the veil on your shoulders, abby leaving small kisses against the fabric. “you guys are adorable...” you looked at mel and thanked her. “you’re really lucky to have abby at home... owen can’t build shit.” mel tried to say quietly. owen turned around, offended. “hey! i built a baby inside you, ma’am.” you all laughed.

a few minutes later, you were all in the water. abby kept looking at you to make sure you were feeling alright – you left the veil on your towel. “don’t worry, baby. i’m okay.” you whispered into her ear. she nodded and kissed you. “good.”

owen threw water to abby which then ended into a water fight between the two of them.

abby came to you and picked you up as you yelled for her to put you down. she walked out of the water and put you down on your towel. you looked at her. her braid was barely hanging on, water dripping down her neck and shoulders, falling on your body. some drops found their way on her chest. “what’re you looking at, beautiful?” you blushed and looked up, your eyes falling on her lips. she smiled and kissed you softly. “do my lips taste salty?” she asked you, smiling. you nodded and kissed her back, biting her bottom lip.

“get a room, you two!” owen joked behind, making you pull away from your girlfriend. “shut up.” abby said standing up.

the afternoon was coming to an end. you had spent the last hour under the sun next to mel. abby was busy reading a book and owen probably fell asleep.

abby promised mel to come by the next week to build a changing table. mel also said that you could come as well for lunch. the couple thanked you for this nice afternoon and you all parted ways.

on the drive back home, abby had her hand on your thigh. “how’re you feeling? did you have a good afternoon?” you put your hand above hers and smirked. “mhm. i did. t’was nice. also – you look really good when you’re wet.” she quickly looked at you and smiled. “oh, really? thank you, pretty girl.” she squeezed your thigh. “and you look good under me.” she said, a smirk on her face.

abby was right: it went well. neither mel and owen asked any questions about your scars.

“thank you for making sure i was alright, abby.” you said quietly. “of course, m’love.” she stopped at a red light and brought your hand to her lips, kissing it. “i love you.”

[twistnet]

smile for me [ abby anderson ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 11 [ erotic photos ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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