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tang1blechaos · 13 days ago

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keeping warm on a winter morning with switch!abby.

MEN AND MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 18+

warnings: pre-discussed and consensual, light somno. switchy reader and abby. oral (abby and reader receiving), fingering (abby and reader receiving), strap (reader receiving), dirty talk, breeding kink, slight daddy kink, strap referred to as cock/dick.

the winter air is nippy, breezing through a crack in your bedroom window. it forces you to back up into abby in your sleep state, pulling her arms tighter around you. sunday mornings were the only ones abby got to spend sleeping in with you. not that she ever could stay asleep, her mind is wild with dreams that wake her multiple times a night and anxious reminders that she needed to work.

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abby's job in finance means she wakes up when the stock market is prime. she's up when the morning sky is still inky and dotted with stars, and she only comes to bed hours after you do.

and although she gets to work from home most days, she misses you all the time. there was always a call to connect or a stock price to check, prices to negotiate. you were her breath of fresh air. in her breaks she'll sit in the corner of your office and watch you paint, have lunch with you while you painted your nails, or sitting in the garden admiring how your skin glows in the sun.

so, yes, she should be sleeping. she should be laying innocently and enjoying the way your body moulds to hers. any reasonable person would be. but abby missed you, she needed you and with you laying beside her - warm and soft, backing your plush ass into her hips - she didn't want to sleep right now.

abby reaches down to grab at your hip, bucking against your ass and whining at the soft pressure on her clit. "fuck," she mumbles, her hand reaching up to grab your tits and gently pinch your nipples, whining when she hears you stir.

"hi baby," abby moans, intertwining your legs and pressing her hips tightly against you, "fuck you're so soft," she groans, and your mind is foggy and dizzy now with need, feeling your girlfriend grope you and hearing her pretty moans.

"needy?" you mumble, your hand intertwining with your over your breast and grinding back into her, meeting her thrusts until she's panting, leaning over you to find your lips.

she kisses you slowly, gently sucking on your bottom lip, while her hips start to move more frantically against you. "shit," abby groans, her boxers getting sticky with arousal. you turn your head and your body follows, leaning over abby and letting your hand reach low into her boxers.

"my needy girl," you smile against her lips as your fingers gently circle her clit with barely there touches.

"please touch me" abby whimpers, bucking her hips into your fingers and sighing in relief when you dip them through her folds and start to rub at her clit. "uh- feels s'good" abby slurs, already weak with your touch.

you gently press into her pussy, sinking your fingers deep into her and rubbing your palm against her clit. abby starts to rock her hips against you, hear thighs clamping around your thigh. "you feel so fucking soft," you whisper into her ear, and abby whines at your words. she can feel her body heating up, her belly tightening with pleasure.

"god you're so pretty, can feel you squeezing my fingers abigail," you say and she stutters a moan with the use of her full name. Her clit twitching against your palm as you kiss at her neck.

abby's pussy flutters against you as she continues to rock and buck against your hand. "please make me cum," abby begs and your fingers start to speed up, twisting gently and curling against her g-spot, and then removing them gently to push her boxers down.

"Thank you, thank you baby," she's chanting like a prayer as you lean down between her naked thighs, taking her cunt in, you moan at the sight of her. you spread her lips and lick up her up cunt, moaning at the taste before taking her clit into your mouth and humming against her.

abby's broken moans are music to your ears, and her words are sweet with need and honey. "your mouth feels so good, oh fuck baby, im so grateful for you," she whines, her hips bucking up into your mouth.

"please, please can i fuck your face baby, just a little," she pleads, her hands shyly weaving into your hair. she groans when you nod, sticking out your tongue and tasting her sweetness as she rubs her pussy against your face.

"just like that sweet girl, fuck m'gonna cum," she groans, her back arching, "god, i love fucking this pretty face," abby's thighs tighten around your head and you're surrounded by her. engulfed in her smell, and taste and heat.

abby near screams when the tip of your tongue circles and dips into her hole. "god, god fuck m'cumming," abby wheezes, groaning as she cums her thighs clamping around your head, her hips bucking furiously until they stutter to a stop.

Abby sighs as you climb up to lie on top of her. her arms enveloping you and rubbing up and down your back. "thank you," she murmurs, her hands gentle going to rub your ass as she kisses down your neck.

"m'tired abs," you chuckle and she turns you over, rubbing and squeezing at your soft body.

"then just lie back and feel good yeah?" she asks and you nod, abby's mouth meets yours, she sucks on your bottom lip and licks into your mouth, her fingers rubbing over your swollen clit.

"you got all wet eating me out huh? fucking slut," she chuckles at you and you moan, abby leans back to open your legs and lays a few smacks to your clit until your thighs clamp around her hand.

"uh-uh, lie back and take it honey," she opens your thighs up, trapping one leg between her knees and pushing your other thigh open. abby's fingers graze over your pussy, kneading into the soft, wet spot in them and reveling in the way you squirm.

abby pulls your panties to the side and groans at the sight of your drooling pussy. "fuck," she moans, fingers rubbing through your slickness, circling your entrance and then going to rub your clit.

your hips buck as abby dips her fingers inside you, your hands bunching her sleep shirt up. "shit, you're tight," she groans, her fingers sinking deeper "god you feel so good, gonna stretch you out for my cock," she huffs, making her way down your body to suck your clit into her mouth.

"taste so good," she mumbles against your pussy, spitting at your hole and twisting her fingers deeper still. her tongue lavishing your clit, licking from side to side as your whine and sigh. "abby, fuck, just like that," your lover's forearm sits on your belly, the pressure making your back arch as she curls her fingers into you.

"please, faster," you whine and abby slowly starts to pick up the pace, the tips of her fingers brushing your gspot softly with each thrust. your sensitive walls quivering against her fingers as she suckles your clit gently, her tongue moving in circles around it.

"so close," you whimper, your hips bucking up against her fingers, when abby's fingers come to smack and then rub at your clit you're orgasm takes hold of you. you're still sighing and whining when abby is kissing your neck, grinding your hips against hers and grabbing your ass.

"please fill me up," you whisper into her ear, kissing just behind it, licking and kissing at the spot that makes her weak. she nods, entranced by the feeling and reaches over to her bedside to get her strap.

She stands to put it on, and you giggle at the way she stumbles around, finally securing the straps and clambering back onto the bed and between your thighs.

abby hands you the lube, you squirt some on her cock and start to rub over it, abby moans at the look on your face as you tug on her. hungry and needy and fuck the way it rubs against her clit when you twist at the base has her hips bucking into your hand.

"you're so fucking big," you whine, leaning up to kiss her, to swallow the whimper that follows your words and the her jaw and neck. "I want you inside me," abby groans and wraps arms arms around your hips, pulling you forward so your ass meets her hips. abby squirts a little more lube on her strap and lines up with your cunt.

"god," she groans, chest tight as she sinks in, "you're so tight," she sighs, listening to your whines as she bottoms out.

"fuck," you grit as abby pushes your thighs up and starts to buck deep and hard into you. "you look so fucking pretty, taking my dick," her thrusts punctuate each word.

"love this fucking this needy little pussy," she groans her hands come up to circle your neck. abby leans down between your thighs and presses your forehead to hers. "stretching me s'good," you whine as abby's hands tighten.

"yeah baby? you like being my little fucktoy?" abby grunts, her hips never staggering as you grow wetter. "yea - love, love takin your dick daddy," you slur and abby near growls, one hand coming to press down on your lower belly

"god, need'a been this pussy all day," she groans, "s'my favourite thing," she sighs, kissing your mouth. your hands grabbing her arms and back, making marks as you scratch down it.

"wish i could spend all day make you moan like this," abby's hips slow down, spearing deep and hard and the way she's bumping against your gspot. "please, daddy," you sigh, eyes rolling back at the feeling. abby's hand tightens on your throat again, the pressure on your belly tightening the coil inside you.

"cum for me baby, so i can put a fucking baby in you," she groans and you cum, back arching and eyes rolling back, light-headed as abby lets your throat go to kiss every part of it she was holding.

abby's hips start to speed up again as she chases her high, whimpering at your pussy tightens. "can i baby? can i come inside you?" she whines and you nod, another deeper pleasure builds in your core.

your fingers go down to rub on your clit and abby's hips stutter. "cum inside me, please," you groan and she does, her arms grabbing you up as her hips buck hard and you're shaking as you squirt, making a mess of her and the sheets below you.

abby collapses onto you with a sigh. taking a deep breath and soothing your body, rubbing her hands over you. "let's take a bath yeah?" you nod and abby leads, getting up to run the bath as you change the sheets on shaky legs.

you join abby in the bathroom and she helps you sink into the hot bath, bubbles coming up to your neck. abby slots into the bath in front of you, laying her legs over yours as you gently wash each other.

"you okay? i wasn't too rough?" she asks and you shake your head, kissing her forehead and massaging her shoulders after she's done with yours. "it was perfect."

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tang1blechaos · 15 days ago

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Obsessive!murderer!Abby x reader i would say ghost face but there's not really any ghostface mention she just is ghostface.

LONG! also I have not written in a long long time and its not fully proofread so be gentle x

MEN AND MINORS DNI!!!!

Warnings: it's dark and kind of heavy, so please be conscious when reading. I am not promoting murder, I am just exploring the mind of a horny, validly misandrist lesbian murderer.

porn with so much plot murder, talks of hospitals, misandry, lesbian smut, mentally unstable Abby, desperate! subtop! Abby, sooo many l-bombs, fingering, oral, strap - referred to as cock/dick, scissoring sex, cannabis, reader experiences misogynoir from her adoptive brother - nothing physical or graphic but he does threaten her life and call her a statistic (dw reader is avenged)!!

Abby in scream AU. Set in Woodsboro, Abby and reader are above 22

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Abby couldn't take it. Every night in her mind's eye this stupid fucking dream had her waking in night sweats. The dream is equal parts gruesome and heated, lusty and frightful. In her groggy state, Abby can still smell the sharp scent of sex and blood in the room.

Of course, she finds the recent murders in her town distressing. Woodsboro hadn't seen this kind of activity in ten years, and since then, it's been a haven. But she can't control her mind. She sees you there, lying in bed with your hand between your thighs, wanton moans flooding from your lips.

The only thing between you and her is your asshole adoptive brother. He made your life a living hell, and you, you are all sunshine and cool like a spring day. Abby doesn't dream in colour. To Abby, Damon is the dark smothering your light, and she needs to stop him before he tries to snuff you out.

The kill is easy in her dream, like a knife through butter and warm. Your brother gurgling on death like an angel's choir in her sleep. Abby saunters toward you, wiping her hand on the sheets and trailing it down, down, down, playing with the hem of your panties.

She knows the dream is bad. She knows it's indicative of her shadow self returning, but she can't bring herself to report it. Her parents were finally happy; they were easing up on her and treating her like an adult. She didn't want to be back in hospitals - wires running through her, the headache and white light in her eyes, the sedation, the quiet.

Abby shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath. She lies awake, her sheets strewn across her. Her room is cool and still, silver streaming in through her lace curtains, casting sharp shadows on the walls. The moonlight is enough to make out the etchings on the bookcase beside her head.

Five. The tally marks were harsh and messy as if they were done in a rush. Abby's been sleepwalking again; the only thing that could explain the pains in her body, the scratches and bruises on her back, arms and legs. Abby hopes to god all she's been doing is running and tripping through the woods, although deep down she knows something is terribly wrong.

Her therapist says the sleepwalking is her way of dealing with stress.

When her father threatened to leave her mother, Abby slashed his tires in her sleep. Of course, Abby swore she was innocent because she was. But when her father woke the next evening to his little Abby staring at him with stony eyes he had never seen before and a small blade in her little hands, her parents understood they had a bigger problem. Abby's stress was manifesting through violence.

The ninth year of her life was spent in hospitals doing sleep tests. Trying to understand who woke up in the middle of the night. Who wore her skin and destroyed her things, lied and deceived.

It was incredible, the doctors had said. An entire alter ego developed when in distress. Abby's sleep self would lash harsh truths at her parents, claw at doctors and rip needles from her arms to stab nurses. All while in her wakeful state, she was docile, shy, and mildly sunny. Both sides of her are intelligent, secretive, and protective of herself, but Abby's shadow self moved more violently.

A year later, she was home with medical-grade sleeping pills, bi-weekly psychiatrist visits, and her parents had stopped fighting. That year forced them to confront their marriage issues and prioritise Abby.

Her blue eyes hardened at the tally on her bedside shelf. There have been five murders in Woodsboro so far. Abby shook her head. She had been a little violent when she was young, but that doesn't make her a murderer.

Still, even if she was. All the murders in town have been men, men who beat their wives, and steal and abuse women. Men who were known for getting away with bad things. Would it be so bad if she was the killer?

Abby would only be protecting all the innocent women around her. Mrs. Ebbs would probably thank her for getting rid of Ronny. Abby's breath hitches as she feels the ghost of the older woman's lips on her neck. The whisper of gratitude in her ear as a hand ghosts over her chest.

That's all she was doing with you. The dream was just her mind trying to take control of a stressful situation. Abby cared about you, and she hated seeing your brother bully you. That's all this is; she just wants to protect you.

Abby was sure you'd thank her too. She hoped you would let her kiss down your throat, grip your soft thighs and squeeze. Abby whines at the thought of your tits in her mouth, her hips bucking up when she imagines your breathy moans as she slips her fingers into your panties.

"Fuck," Abby groans as she rubs her fingers on her clit. The thought of your thighs clamping around her arm. Her fingers kneading softly inside you - god you're probably so fucking soft. Abby huffs, imagining you moaning her name, kissing her neck and whining in her ear.

"God, I need to come, please come with me," Abby mewls into the air, her hips bucking desperately as she gets closer to the edge, her eyes straining, even shut, she can see your breasts spilling out of your bikini top. "Fuck," she groans into the air and sighs deeply into her pillow.

Abby rolls over, taking advantage of the quiet in her brain and slips into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, she's sitting in the park with you, a picnic laid out, soft music billowing from a speaker. Abby is beautiful in the sunlight. Her hair glows gold and her freckles are sprinkled so generously across her face, dotting her soft lips. You want to lean forward and press a kiss to her mouth. Instead you say,

"I painted something again the other day, and uno," you smirk as Abby looks over her cards thoughtfully.

"Can I see it? Pick up two,"

"Asshole, yes. Yes, you can see it. It's actually for you." You smile, putting your cards down and rifling through your backpack for the soft canvas scroll. Abby sets her cards down and sits up straight.

You unfurl the scroll and reveal Abby's face painted in a constellation. Her eyes soften, and her mouth drops slightly.

"Hey," she mumbles, tears welling in her eyes. She takes your hand and then the painting to examine it. "You're so talented," she says.

"It's easy when my muse is this beautiful," you whisper. Abby watches you bite your lip and wants to thumb it from between your teeth and taste it.

"Thank you," she whispers, kissing your cheek and putting the scroll in her satchel. "You're so welcome," you pull back, and this always happens. Abby's face is so close to yours. You want to lean up and kiss her mouth, cup her cheeks and tell her - "I love you, I really love you,"

You sit back and pick up your cards, and take a deep breath. Abby's eyes travel over you like she's hungry. "Are you still seeing that girl - Mary-louise?" you ask.

Abby scoffs and shakes her head. "Mary-lousie is fucking crazy,"

"Then why did you go out with her?" you laugh. Abby rolls her eyes.

"We didn't, she sent me like 600 messages in two days so I blocked her," Abby laughed as your jaw dropped.

"Well, I'm kind of glad, I was starting to get jealous," you tease, although you know you shouldn't. Deep down, you just wanted to know if there was a chance she wanted you in the same way.

"You have nothing to be jealous of, no one compares to you," She smiles, taking your hand and kissing the palm of it softly, placing it on her cheek.

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Abby loves spring; the revival from death in the seasons translates to warmer days with cool air. The wind stirs enough for the perfect music of trees, and of course, the excuse of easter weekend meant going away with you to her family's old cabin.

Neither you nor Abby particularly enjoyed the holidays. It was bittersweet for you to come together each year with a family you'd grown up trying to love and who only tolerated you in return.

Your parents, bless them, had tried their best to integrate you. They loved you, but they didn't think it through, adopting an African child to "heal" their racist family. Their ten-year stint in Limpopo bore you, but when your mother's father asked her to take over the company, there was no saying no. They'd since stopped trying to co-opt spiritual movements as allyship, but the adoption papers were signed, and they were in love.

Damon, their first son by three years, was at first quite pleased. You and Damon were close until you all moved back to America, and he started going to school at Whitmore. High school had torn you apart as you learnt about your roots. History class became your stomping ground. Damon, on the other hand, never wanted to face his political reality or "hear women talk about their periods".

You never could get him to pick up a book, and with every hangout with his new friends, the deeper he integrated into their high-society mentalities. He'd become your own personal bully, and an incel of his own making.

Your family at large were, well, much aligned with Damon's thinking. So, no, your parents did not force you to spend any holidays with them.

Abby didn't have any family outside of her parents, none that they actually spoke to. While they loved Abby, they also started to "date" again when Abby got better. This year, they were going to Easter Island for Easter weekend. Her father had made jokes about it all the way to the airport, where she dropped them off.

Finally, it was Thursday. Abby drove up to the cabin ahead of you to prepare it for the weekend, and unfortunately, your brother would drop you off because he wanted the car for the weekend.

Abby had stoked the fire because it got cold early in the woods. She burnt incense and lit a joint. Her shoulders finally relaxed as she exhaled. She's brought her steak to a low heat and was prepping dinner when her phone pinged.

"I hate Damon so fucking much," you had texted.

"I actually think he should be put down, I know he's my brother but incels are all YUCK."

Abby chuckles. She can see your dramatic frown and hear the passion in your tone. Although you hated him, Damon's actions don't hurt you as much as they used to; you didn't think you could rehabilitate him and trying wasn't worth the pain of failing every time.

Before Abby could ask for context, she could hear your truck engine rumbling and the tires crunching over the gravel in the driveway.

Abby ran outside to greet you, grabbing you up in her arms and holding you tight. She kissed your cheek and pulled back to nod at Damon.

"You two still haven't sealed the deal yet? What, no kissing? No scissoring?" he laughed and you rolled your eyes as he carried your bag to the door.

"I can take that in," Abby started after him,

"It's fine, alpha dyke," Damon mocks, "I have to take a leak," he skips into the house and dumping your bag on the living room floor. Abby muttered under her breath, stomping to your bedroom to put your bags down. You meet Abby in your room and stand in the threshold of the door.

"You can't let him get to you, Abs," you sigh. You can sense even the slightest tension in Abby, and as she stood in front of you, she was a brick wall.

"He cannot keep getting away with things like that." She huffs, you roll your eyes and shrug,

"I don't know he can get away with a lot -" you mutter, your eyes cast off dazed and dead.

"What does that mean?" Abby pulls you in, tries to catch your eye.

"Come out, freaks, I'm done." When Damon emerges from the bathroom, you and Abby meet him as he saunters down the stairs.

"I may or may not have shit on your floor," Damon laughs. It seems impossible, but Damon really is horrible. So, Abby pushes past him, taking the steps two at a time and you can't help the way your arm snaps forward, your open palm meeting his cheek hard.

"You fucking bitch, you know I bruise easily," Damon grips your upper arm, his teeth barred as he stares you down.

"Scared to say you got your shiner from a girl?" you grit, trying to pull your arm from his vice grip, but he pulls tighter.

"Listen, leech, I could make you disappear and no one would blink an eye. You're a statistic." He seethes.

Your smirk fades from your mouth, you'd never seen his eyes so void. He wasn't your brother anymore.

"No one would find your body," He whispered. Damon was a strange and suddenly terrifying white man.

"What did you just say?" Abby grunts from the top of the stairs.

"Stay out of this", Damon hisses, but Abby pulls Damon away from you and turns him, her other arm coming up to deck him in one fell swoop. Damon groans, falling to the ground clutching his eye, "you fucking bitch!" he cries out.

"You're on private property, now get out before I call the police."

Damon stands, fixing himself and spitting at Abby's shoe before rushing out the door. Abby blinks slowly, watching him move; he's not agile. Clumsy with his steps, he's not big either. She's mapping it out before she can stop herself. He'll be home alone tonight; Abby could check his socials for any activity, she could follow him while you sleep.

"Abby?"

Abby looked down at you and sighed. She blinked, and the thoughts were gone so quickly that she could barely remember them.

"I'm sorry, I spaced. How are you feeling? Does he say that shit often?"

You roll your neck and rest your forehead on her chest.

"It started like two weeks ago, like he's testing something out." You sigh, she can hear you sniffing, gripping tighter to her shirt.

"I've been looking for apartments near town,"

"What, do you really think he'd do something?" Abby can't hide the shock on her face; she holds you impossibly tighter and presses a kiss to your temple.

"I will never let him hurt you," she murmurs. It's a cliche sentiment, but Abby couldn't be more serious. You take a inhale and revel in the musk of Abby's scent, as she sways you gently from side to side.

"Distract me," you look up at her, Abby's hands press into your shoulders

"We could watch a movie? Smoke and eat some dinner?" She knows it's the right answer when your eyes roll back. She wants to see them roll back as she lowers herself down toward -

"I love you," you reply in awe, and Abby kisses your forehead distracted from the filth her mind wants to conjure up, "I love you, too. Go sit down,"

As you walk toward the living room, Abby has to steady herself on the kitchen counter. She's dizzy with your words, she's buzzing with anger. The combination makes her stomach turn heavy with butterflies. It's strange, and when she thinks about curing the earth of your brother, it's euphoric.

She swallows the feeling, knows it's dangerous, and yet she can't bring herself to feel guilty. Killing Damon would be a good thing; she would be protecting you. You would be safer in the world without him.

Abby's chest tenses, she grips the counter and tries to focus on dishing out food for you, but her mind is swimming with crimson anger and that sweet fucking lust. Abby's hips feel like a wind up toy waiting to be released. She takes a deep breath and centers herself.

When she brings your food out, Abby finds you curled in a blanket on the couch, your eyes light pink and low, a soft smile on your face.

"Hi Abs," you murmur as she sits down next to you,

"Hi baby, you feeling good?" abby smirks at your dopey smile, setting your food carefully in your lap.

"So good, god, this smells so good," you groan, moaning as you taste the food. Abby's laughing as she watches you indulge, the corners of your mouth turning sticky and brown with the beef sauce.

"I already want this weekend to last forever," you mutter, "If I didn't have to go home to Damon, I wouldn't be worried about anything else right now," you say, reaching for a glass of water.

"I mean, of course I would, but you know..." and Abby wants to listen, she does. But her mind is deaf to all else but this thought. You have given her permission. Her shadow self could exist as a service. To you, to women like you. She could make your lives so much better.

She can hear you prattling on about this movie, curls her arms around you and pulls you in, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then your temple, and then your cheek. And all the while she can feel her hands warm and sticky with Damon's blood. You turn to her and press your forehead against hers.

"I love being here with you," You mumble, your lips are so close. It's Abby, steady, kind, sweet Abby. You didn't want to ruin a good thing. The only thing you had in this town.

Abby can't take it anymore, she was going to explode if she didn't do anything, so she finally, finally pressed her mouth to yours. She melted into you as she tasted your sweet lips. You whine at the taste of her, your hands reaching for her and fisting at her shirt, gripping her arms as Abby handled you into her lap.

"Abby," you whisper against her lips,

"I love you, I want this to be real, please I - I need you," she whines, nosing at your neck and placing soft kisses there.

"I love you Abs, I want you to be mine," you groan as her hands encourage your hips to move against her lap. "I am, I am yours. Always," Abby whines, finding your lips and kissing you again.

You tangle your hands in the base of Abby's braid and tug softly, experimentally and still Abby whimpers, her hips bucking up. Your lover's hands travel slowly to your ass, groping and squeezing it as her lips suckle at yours.

"Please, can I taste you, baby, please," Abby groans, laying you on the couch and reaching up under your dress to pull your panties down. You huff as her warm, soft hands trail up your thighs and between them. Abby leans up to kiss your mouth, her hands circling your tits and pinching at your nipples. You groan as she sucks on your tongue, you're dizzy as she's kissing down your throat, between your breasts and sucking desperately at your inner thighs.

"God, fuck you're leaking for me," Abby moans, shes swallowing drool, her nose bumping your clit as she licks at you shyly.

"Please, please let me eat your pussy," she groans and it dawns on you that your poor, sweet girl is begging for permission to ruin you.

"Yes, be a good girl and eat me baby," you groan and Abby whines into your pussy, suckling your clit into her mouth and lapping at your pussy. Her tongue going to dip at your hole and taste your sweet source. Abby's hips buck into the couch as she swallows you down. Her mouth is attentive to every part of your pussy.

Abby brings her fingers to gently circle your entrance, taking them up to rub up on either side of your clit as she sucks on it. And then she's stretching you, her thick finger curling as your hips jump.

"Oh fuck," you sigh and Abby is in awe of how soft and wet you are, how your pussy swallows her in and moulds against her finger.

"Your pussy's so needy baby," Abby rambles, spitting on your clit and brining her other fingers to rub on your clit. "i can feel you clenching on me honey, god you're so tight."

You whine at the lewd action and then she's smacking your clit and you can't help the way you're yelling and squirming under her as she adds a second finger, budging her shoulders between your thighs and keep you open.

"I know honey, just take it yeah? Can you take another finger baby? Can i stretch you out?" Abby whines kissing and making marks on your thigh. You're blubbering "yes" and "please", tugging at Abby's braid and fucking yourself on her fingers.

Abby is mesmerized by the way you move, your back arching and your perfect ass pressing up against her forearm as you do so. Your skin is getting dewy and she needs to see you fucking naked and writhing in her bed.

"I need to come honey, I'll make you feel so good later but right now I need to see you come okay?" Abby pleads, her fingers inching down to the knuckles and your legs squeeze around her shoulders. Feeling the tips of her fingers on your g-spot as she smacked your clit knocked the wind out of you.

You're gasping for air and for her and for more. Until you're undone, body possessed by pleasure under her touch. Abby doesn't let up until you're whimpering and tapping her arm.

"Too much," you whimper and Abby gently withdraws, scooping you up into her arms and rubbing her hands gently over your body.

"I want to - I just," You sigh into Abby's chest and god does she want to continue, but she had business to attend to.

"I know baby," she cooes in your ear, kissing your temple, "just go to sleep, s'okay," and you do, dosing off in her arms, the sound of the crackling fire accompanying you into deep sleep.

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Abby parked a street down in an alley before your house. She knows from your find my family that Damon is in fact at home. She knows he'll be drunk out of mind and his delirious fear would make this sweet.

The street is quiet, Abby slinks against the walls until she passes the broken streetlamp in front of your house. She could see the TV glowing blue through the front windows, and a shadow of Damon asleep on the couch.

The door is unlocked, she thanks whatever devil made Damon for his stupidity. Abby's steps are light as a feather as she encroaches on her prey, Damon seems sound asleep as she circles to face him. Her only regret about this kill would be the lack of torture before death. Alas this needed to be a robbery, and Abby's alibi only kept her in the clear for a few hours.

Abby unsheathes her blade and takes a deep breath, memorizing the way Damon breaths, his shit bleach job, the beer bottle he'd let spill on the couch. She thinks about how many times he'd made you cry. Thinks about what he said to you, about the permission you'd given her. She served as the hand of the angel of death. Abby's sure if he hadn't hurt someone already, this would stop him from every trying.

She places a gloved hand over Damon's mouth and nose. Places her knee over him and readys her knife at his abdomen. When he wakes from the lack of air, Damon is trashing and clawing at Abby's arms. His eyes widen when they adjust to see her.

She can see the way his eyes sink in disbelief, and then how they light up with fear. She can't hear him, but she's sure he's begging for his life, promising to be good.

"You are inconsequential," Abby shoves her knife into Damon's gut. "The only time you'll ever be mentioned again," she laughs against his struggling, stabbing him once more. "Is when someone wants to note a remarkable failure."

Abby stabs him again, she can feel his body loosening, can see his eyes going dull.

"You are nothing." Abby huffs, removing her knife when she's sure he's gone. She looks at Damon, the gashes are gnarly and they fill her with pride, Woodsboro has been scoured, washed clean and made new again with fresh blood. This was a new start for you. God, you would be so relieved and Abby has to contain her excitement, she cannot let you know.

Abby reveled in the sight once more, before ransacking your home, picking up gold pieces she'd admired. Saving your mother's most expensive pieces and once she's satisfied her work mirrors a burglary, she skulks out onto the street. She closes the door behind her, no one needed to know this weekend.

When she gets to her car, her heart is beating out of her chest. She checked every street twice and stayed mostly in the dark. There are no cameras on this lane. She'd really done it.

Abby changes in her car, managing not to make a scene and then uses the wet wipes she brought to remove excess blood. She eyes the clothing and wipes she folded into a plastic bag and noted to burn it later.

Now, she could finally go home and make you hers.

The drive back is serene, Abby has never felt more elated. Every light shines brightly, the air smells of fresh flowers and evening dew. She can't help the holler that leaves her as she speeds down the highway, back to you.

Abby finds you in your bedroom, freshly showered and cocoa butter rubbed into your skin. She swallows and walks you back into the bed, clambering over you as you make your way up the bed.

Abby's mouth meets yours feverishly, you're tearing at her clothes and she quick to whip them off, desperate to feel your skin on hers. As soon as she's naked, Abby's hands are exploring your body, squeezing and gripping at every part of you, her mouth kissing at your neck and making marks there.

"M'sorry baby I just - i need to fuck you," She groans, lavishing your chest in attention, nipping at your sensitive nipples and taking them into her mouth to suck on as your back arches into her.

You try to snake your hands down into her boxers but Abby pulls your hands up and presses them above your head.

"Just let me do my job tonight, yeah? Let me take care of you, sweetness," Abby sighs as her hand cups your mound, she kisses her way down your torso, whining all the way until her mouth is on your clit again.

"Look at you," Abby groans, spreading your pussy open, "so needy you're fucking leaking already," she whines, her thumbs gently stroking at your labia until your huffing and bucking your hips up into her hands.

Before you can pleas with her for more, Abby's licks up your whole cunt and then starts to lap at your clit, her tongue tasting you from side to side. Letting her spit and your wetness pool at her finger, so she can slide it home.

"God, Abs," you sigh, hips meeting her thrusts, Abby is so taken with the way you stretch around her fingers and -

"Wanna feel you with my cock," she groans, "please can I use my strap baby," Abby groans, she's about ready to hump your leg. When you nod and whine yes, Abby's sprinting to put it on like it's the biggest competition of her life.

You admire her in the dim light, her muscles straining against her skin and her hips flexing with against the straps of her dick.

"You're so beautiful," you sigh as Abby comes closer, pressing a kiss to your mouth as she comes between your legs.

"M'gonna fill you up, and then come inside you yeah?" you whimper at the notion and spread your legs for her. You jolt at the coolness of the lube dropping on your clit as Abby lathers herself and you in the slippery substance.

"You good baby?" Abby asks before pushing in and when you nod, she's groaning as you take every inch of her. Like she can feel how fucking tight you are. How needy you are for her to fill you up.

Your mouth widens at the stretch and your hips are immediately bucking against hers for more, "please, please Abby," you blubber, profanities leaving you with every thrust of her hips.

"I love you so much," your arms come to grab at Abby, nails trailing red fire across her back as she fucks you. Her thrusts deep and slow, every part of your body sizzling as the base of her strap rubs on your clit.

"You're so deep, Abigail - god please - i love you," you sputter as Abby's hips circle and your eyes roll back in your head.

"I love you too baby, I fucking love you, wanna fill you up, can i come inside you? Please please i need to," Abby grunts as you nod vehemently, your hips struggling to meet her thrusts, until she holds your hips down and thrusts down deep and hard, the sound of it echoing through the cabin. Along with your songs of praise for each other.

"Gonna come, please come with me, please come inside me," you plead and Abby's hips stutter, the base of her clit pressing so perfectly against her, smacking and grinding as she fucks you. Your pussy swallowing her so perfectly. The coil in Abby's belly snaps, the same time you boil over and you cling to each other as you come. Pants that come with declarations of love leave you. If these were your lasts breaths you would happily take them.

Abby gently pulls out and discards of her strap, kicking it to the bottom of the bed and coming to entangle herself with you. The bed is all limbs and sheets, sweat and sex and love.

Abby doesn't think anything will compare to this feeling. Her veins are on fire and she shivers as your fingertips graze over her bruises.

"Where did you get these?' you murmur against her skin and abby shurgs, "fell in some bushes," she chuckles and you're not in the mood to question. So you laugh and nuzzle your face in her neck.

"I love you Abby, really. Not just in a heat addled moment." Abby nods and kisses the side of your mouth. "I know honey pot, and I love you," she smiles lifting her head to peak at you. You're falling steadily into sleep and Abby nearly shushes your phone when it starts to ring.

Abby checks the notifications, An alert for the house alarm, from your mother and the neighbors. Abby rolls her eyes and turns your phone off. Gently and slowly Abby disentangles herself from you and makes her way to the kitchen.

She breaks your sim chip as soon as she gets it out and smiles at her handy-work. No more distractions. Abby leaves your phone in the kitchen and makes her way back to the bedroom where you're stirring without her. She creeps into the sheets and you attach yourself, kissing her neck and sighing deeply as her hand comes to knead at your ass.

"You're still needy?" she chuckles as she squeezes your inner thigh and you whine, "yeah? my lovely girl needs me?" you nod as Abby turns you over and slots her thighs between yours, separating your lips and hers and pressing down so your clits are bumping together.

"oh shit, you feel so good," Abby groans her breath hitching and as she moves against you, and your hips start to move too, so you're working in a perfect rhythm. It's quick and messy and hot, the way you're grinding against each other, chasing that last bit of pleasure until it crashes down on you both, your bodies shaking and pressed together.

You pull the blankets up over the both of you, and neither of you can help the dreamless sleep that takes you.

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