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i could be a better boyfriend than him. ABBY ANDERSON.

⁂ SUMMARY: You’re sick and tired of hearing about your best friend, Abby’s, poor sex life with her situationship, Owen. So you decide to do something about it, instead.

⁂ PAIRINGS: abby anderson x reader.

⁂ WORD COUNT: 2.6K

⁂ WARNINGS: mentions of abby x owen, one reference of reader sleeping with a guy but just a one time thing, kind of abby and owen cheating on each other/ kind of not, mentions of reader x nora but not v prominent, abby chokes reader but not like breathplay type of choking just the light stuff, friends to lovers (sort of), lots of kissing, kind of angst, some comfort i guess, jealous!reader, kind of dom!abby, reader is implied to being chubby (stretch marks, plump thighs etc,,), hints towards abby eating reader out but i didn’t write up to that cause i’m tired, possibly a p2 if this gets engagement, could honestly be read as gender neutral just skim over the word clit tbh

a massive thankyou to @prrimordiais for beta reading this for me! show her account some love, she’s an amazing author <3

It’s one of them nights where you’re having a sleep-over with Abby, and the lines are blurring between boredom and fatigue from whatever joint task you’d been assigned for the day. But this is a usual thing, because whenever it gets to around 1am in the morning, the conversation topics quickly run out and you both say whatever thought circulates your brains. Unfortunately for you, most of Abby’s thoughts revolve around Owen. Hurray for you.

“Owen never really made me cum. I sucked his dick, sure. But he never really went down on me.. if that makes sense? Like sometimes I try to hint at it and I swear he knows what I’m getting at but I just think he doesn’t want to get it. You know?” Abby rambled on, letting her thoughts get digested by the black night sky, the few specks of stars decorating it reminded you of Abby and the rare glimpses of her body you’d see, where you’d get to see freckles that lightly littered her shoulders and back, which basically left you standing there for a solid 5 seconds with love hearts for eyes.

But it always dampens your mood when you’re reminded that Owen gets to see that sight almost daily, much to your dismay.

“What? Really?” This wasn’t a shock. You’ll be for real. Abby has ranted about their sex life before and oh god, it did not seem exciting. Like, at all. It bored you whenever she spoke about it, but you grew to sympathise with her when you realised if you were bored just hearing about it, how did she feel whilst actually experiencing it?

But what would a best friend suggest? ‘Oh my god, that’s so bad! Maybe speak with him about it? I’m sure he’ll listen!”

Yeah, that could work for a best friend who wants their best friend to be happy with their boyfriend. But you’re not. You hate the guy. Why? Probably jealousy, probably cause he doesn’t know how to properly treat a woman like Abby but whatever.

But what would a selfish best friend say? Maybe something along the lines of: ‘I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could show you so much pleasure and more just give me one night, please’. Yes. Of course you’d love to tell her that. But you’re not even sure that Abby swings that way and if she feels like that towards you. ( However, she did always seem a little bit too intrigued whenever you spoke about your irregular fling with Nora or your sex life with your prior situationships. )

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t know. He’s never outrightly said ‘I don’t want to eat you out’ but it’s just the way his face shifts whenever I hint towards it, and I feel like i’m killing the mood so I’ve just stopped suggesting it.” She sighs afterwards, snapping you out of your thoughts but begrudgingly continues.

“And it’s not even like he makes me cum during regular sex either! I always go to the bathroom afterwards pretending I have to pee you know, so I don’t get an STI or whatever but I secretly finish myself off instead. He also has this thing where he never lets me take control. And I’m not even into being the one whose submissive! Like sometimes I want to spice it up, be the dominant one but he never lets up. Might as well not have sex at all.” She finishes off with a huff, joint with another frustrated sigh and a roll of her eyes. You can’t help but the feel of happiness spread throughout your body that he doesn’t treat her right. Furthering the thought that only you could make her feel good.

“That’s not good, Abs. Maybe like, speak with him about it? Aren’t you two official now? If not, it’ll probably spark up an argument anyways knowing Owen.” You tried to murmur the last bit under your breath, but due to the confined space of your shared tent it was heard. Lucky you.

“C’mon y/n. He’s not that bad. And no, we’re not official. We’re just fuck-buddies I think. And he totally blew me off last week when I told him I loved him after we had sex. So I’ve been trying to distance myself from him a bit.” She mumbled softly, somehow not having any bite in her voice when it comes to talking about him. It did hurt your heart though, hearing that she’s in love with him but it hurt more after hearing he just ignores the love you’d die to have been directed towards you, instead.

“You’re joking. You can’t tell me he’s not that bad and then tell me he ignored you when you confessed your love to him. That’s so fucked, Abs!” You exclaim whilst sitting up from your laid down position, twisting awkwardly to look back at Abby.

“I don’t know. Maybe he was in a bad mood or someth-“ You cut her off before she can continue. “When are you going to stop making excuses for him, huh? He’s obviously a dick who doesn’t deserve your love or attention so you’re better off leaving him.” You say gently, not wanting it to come off like you’re having a dig at her, rather than him.

But it was always moment like these where you made a strange feeling bloom over Abby’s chest. And made a very familiar throbbing sensation between her thighs arise.

You feel her burning gaze on you when you turn around and lay back down next to her, heaving out a sigh. “I just want you to be happy, Abby. And I know that’s not with him.”

“Whatever. Maybe you’re right. I’ll just leave the whole situation alone now, the dick isn’t that worth it honestly.” She says, and you let out a laugh which quickly turns into a wheezing fit in between you both.

A few minutes after, the tent silenced over. Both minds ticking with other thoughts. Until Abby speaks,

“Is it not like that with your fuck buddies? Like, is it similar with them? I know it won’t be because they’re women and Owen’s a man but I mean, I don’t know. Is it this confusing?” She mumbles gently, straining her neck to look at you.

You narrow your eyes at this question, because here it is again. The interest in your sex life with women. Not that you’re complaining, but it’s just a bit odd. Or is it? You don’t know. Whatever. “What do you mean? The sex? The aftercare? The feelings?”

“Well, I’ve only slept with a guy like, once. I immediately discovered that it wasn’t for me. Not because of the whole penis thing, because you can easily add that into lesbian sex but because of the fact it was just sex. But with women it is just sex too, but there’s something more loving. Underlying. Like you both want to please each other but with a man he only wants to please himself. I don’t know, that’s just my way of thinking on it.” It was your turn rambling now, and Abby took it all in. She ran over every word again and again. Her brain opening up new doors that she’s never even thought of opening before.

“Do you think we could try it?” She whispers and now it was her turn to look at you with love heart for eyes.

“You want to have sex with me?” Now you’re the one straining your neck to look at her. You’re beautiful irises staring directly into hers, trying to figure out if she’s trying to tell a joke or if this a genuine offer. A once in a lifetime offer, to you.

“I mean, we can if you want to. Sex with Owen isn’t the best, you could barely even class it as sex and it’s not like he’s loyal to me either. And plus if I’m experimenting, I’d rather do it with someone who I trust.”

Your brain is going at 100 miles per hour. Is this a joke? A dream maybe? Abby can most likely see the clogs in your brain going round and round, trying to figure out an appropriate answer to whatever the fuck is going on. You feel so many emotions, lust due to the offer in front of you, happiness because she’s explicitly said she trusts you enough to have sex with you, confusion at if you’d just be fuck buddies after this and if it would ruin everything you’ve built within these past couple of months.

“Fuck it. Why not? We’ll still be friends, right?” You feel yourself stiffen up at your own words. You’re not stupid, you know that of course you won’t be just friends after this. Of course it’ll alter things. But all good things come with a price, and you were very very willing to pay.

“Yeah, of course we will.” She says, now sitting up, using her knees to sit.

“Alright then. What do you have in mind?” You mirror her position.

Abby gives you a look of curiosity and interest, letting you know that she's intrigued for trying whatever you have in mind. You remind yourself that this is her first time with a girl, so it’s only fair for you to direct her, at least.

“Why don’t you take charge, Abs? Put them big muscles into use, yeah?” You tease playfully, you’ve been silently waiting for this moment for months now so you know better than to rush. But you also want to make this memorable for her, too.

“Oh, I’m more than happy to take charge.”Abby says whilst smirking, trying to be playful but her eyes shining with desire.

“I’ll show you how strong this big body of mine can be, baby. Don’t you worry.” She chuckles playfully, and then uses her knees to shuffle closer to your body and gives you wink. “You ready?”

“Absolutely.” You say breathlessly, not knowing if this might be adding to one of the endless wet dreams you’ve had about her, or if this is actually real life. You can feel the dampness in your panties grow at the thought of this unfolding like your dreams do. Usually including various situations where Abby bends you over some type of inanimate object and fucking you till your dumb and can’t speak. How cute.

Abby smiles softly, and she nods, then she leans closer to you placing one of her rough, calloused hands onto your cheek and kisses you passionately. Her lips touch yours, gently and curious at first, then passionately, as if she’s desperate to not let of this moment, almost like she’s committing the feel of your lips together to memory. You can feel the lust radiating off her body and into your mouth, where your tongues meet. She presses herself closer to you and deepens the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth and her heart racing. She holds the kiss for a few more moments before pulling back, heaving and smiling up at you with them damned eyes.

Underneath the lust, there’s the fact you’ve both silently been pining over each other for months, screaming, yearning to be recognised. But it is not. Not yet. Not like this.

“How about that? Did I take charge enough for you?” She raises her eyebrows in amusement, obviously teasing you as she knows you want more than a simple kiss.

“Hmm, maybe a little bit… more charge?” You purse your lips together, placing a faux look of annoyance on your face due to Abby’s teasing.

“Alright, fair enough, baby. All you had to do was properly ask.” She smirks softly, then begins to pick up where you left on your kiss. But this time, adds a rough hand around your throat, gently squeezing. Sending waves of pleasure straight through your body, to your clit.

That little fucker. You had forgot that she’s also your best friend who had been forced to listen to your endless amount of rambles about sex and kinks. And now, is ultimately using it to have sex with you. How ironic.

“How about that? Does that feel a bit more like taking charge over you?” She asks in a teasing way as she speaks, adding a tint of amusement through her tone. You can tell she’s enjoying doing this with you, and she gets lost in your kiss, not caring about anything or anyone else right now. Her focus is on you, and you alone, and how this is making her feel.

Yet again, you’re not amused with her teasing. “You’re not funny, Abs. Like, at all. I was thinking maybe something more… sexual?”

Abby blushes a bit at your boldness, but finds herself quickly recovering and placing a smirk onto her freckle filled face. “Oh? You wanted something a bit more bold now, do you? Alright, I can do that for you, baby.” She chuckles a bit.

“How do you want me to do this? What type of touching do you want?” But this time, she isn’t trying to annoy you. She’s trying to please you, and in order to do that, she needs to know exactly what to do in order to accomplish that.

She gives you another wink, trying to hide her nervousness behind yet again another smirk on her face.

“I think you know exactly what type of touching I want, Abby. Hasn’t Owen taught you nothing?” You taunt, no bite to your tone.

“I guess not, but he isn’t the one here about to fuck you, is he?” She asks with again another small grin, a hint of possessiveness in her voice. She slowly reaches out a hand and traces the tips of her fingers across our cheek for a moment, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

That dammed smirk still hasn’t left her face, but she lets out a soft chuckle. She looks into your eyes as she speaks and you see the moment her eyes become glazed with lust. That this isn’t your Abby anymore. This is the Abby you’ve only had the pleasure of meeting in your dreams.

“Maybe I do know what you want me to do, but I want to hear you say it anyways. So, go on. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” And she still hasn’t broke eye-contact with you.

“I want you in between my legs Abby. Wanna feel your tongue.“ You say as you’re becoming more turned on by her actions and words.

Abby blushes and her eyes grow wide in surprise, but she smiles softly. She didn’t expect that level of boldness. However, she enjoys it, so she lets out a chuckle before speaking.

“You sure you can handle it?” She smirks at you, running her fingers through your hair. You can feel her heart racing, and this time, you can feel her breathing speed up from the close proximity between you two.

“I’m sure. I want you so bad, Abs.” Your voice breaks, almost on the verge of begging. “Please abby. Don’t keep me waiting any longer.” You reach out and move a piece of hair stuck on your forehead so it’s out of your face. “Need you so bad.”

She only grins at your words, as she gestures for you to lay onto your back and then starts to move herself down your body. Trailing kisses down your stomach and admiring the occasional stretch marks, making sure to litter them in her love.

And now her head is comfortably snug in between your plush thighs, the only thing separating her from your heat is the thin cotton shorts and panties you’re wearing.

“Well then, I guess we’re gonna have to see about that.”

AUTHORS NOTE: hey guys 🤭 sorry for cutting it off before the good stuff but i’m tired. if this gets engagement then i’ll probably write a P.2 but yeah! so sorry if this is shitty, this is the first time i’ve wrote for WLW and wrote for TLOU. likes/reblogs or follows are so heavily appreciated. love you all <3 if there’s any typos or grammar mistakes do NOT come at me it’s like neatly 4AM in the morning. Goodnight. 😒

Thick thighs, brown eyes and pretty lips.

Steve taking you to pound town and crushing you with his body :-)

📻“When I get home babe it’s gonna be lights out, draw the curtains. Deep stroke, reload it. We got our ice on, stay frozen. But it’s hot in here, there’s something in the air with the lights out.”

18+ / thank you for requesting lovely! I hope this is okay and what you had in mind? Idk I put this song on and it took me away and to the moon & back so hopefully you like it... / a teeny hint to edging/steve's a tiny bit possessive or jealous

The moan that leaves your mouth is sinful, and he squeezes at your hips harder, hand slapping at your ass, soothing over the red mark and caressing along the curve of it. Your fingers twist in the sheets, a low whine leaves your parted lips in a breath. Sweat beads at your hairline - it clings to your skin and his eyes greedily take in how it drips over all of your curves. Steve’s thrusts slow, a deep stroke that has you shuddering beneath him. His fingers brush down your spine and back up. You push against him, rolling your hips and he taps at your butt again lightly - a warning. 

Steve’s in a mood. 

If the way he slammed the door of your apartment when he came home, or how he found you in your bedroom with candles lit and a book - closing it for you and drawing the curtains and flicking off the lamp hadn’t tipped you off, the way he’s had his way with you for an hour would have. 

You drip for him, walls sucking him in and he has to blow his breath out of his nose at how easily he’s able to glide in and out of you. Your teeth bite hard into your bottom lip to muffle your cries from the open window, concealed only by the closed curtains that blow lazily in the summer breeze. 

He’s barely moving in and out of you now, pads of his fingers brushing up and down your arms that shake before he tugs lightly on the gold chain around your neck. His eyes almost roll back when you lift your head and the little ‘S’ glints in the orange flicker of the candlelight. 

You’re his. 

“Baby-” your voice is thick, breaking off into what sounds like a sob. His palms are flat on your spine, soothing up and down as he picks up his pace again. He pushes lightly on your lower back, humming when you spread your legs wider for him.

His brows are pinched together, his chest heaves as he pulls at your cheeks, watching how you suck him in. Groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as your fingers flex on the mattress and your head drops, chin to your chest with a whimper.  

Steve slows his thrusts again right when the coil in your stomach is ready to snap. You gasp out in frustration, toes curling and fingers gripping the duvet. He leans forward and kisses the middle of your spine, hand reaching around your front. His fingers rub messy circles into your puffy clit while his hot breath and wet kisses attack your spine. 

One of his hands moves to your thigh, blunt fingernails scratching up and down as his index and middle fingers soothe bigger and faster circles over your needy clit. He pants against your slick skin as his resolve to not cum grows weaker. Every time he gets you close and he stops, a new wave of lust seems to gush around him, making you wetter and needier. 

He has to hear it, make sure everyone knows. Steve doesn’t care if his voice sounds desperate when he asks, “Only I can make you feel like this, right honey?”

You can’t think straight anymore, another whine, a frantic nod of your head and your hips roll again, pushing back against him. Steve curses under his breath when his balls hit your ass. He stops his movements abruptly, both hands holding your waist so you can’t move and your eyes squeeze closed. He had given you a warning. 

But Steve surprises you, his hands slowly roam from your waist, up your sides as his lips drag along your spine. You shiver beneath him and his hands drift down your arms, the weight of his chest heavy on your back. Steve laces his fingers with yours, pushing you both down into the mattress. Your legs flatten, fully lying on your front, only your ass in the air for him as one arm reaches around to lift you slightly while he mouths at your neck. 

“I said,” he presses another kiss behind your ear, nose dragging behind it, “Only I can make you feel like this, right?”

“Ye-yes,” your voice is a gasp, desperate for him to let you finally cum. 

He pulls out of you slowly, feeling the curve of him - every ridge against you on the dirty glide out and the sudden thrust back in. Your fingers flex under his larger and thicker ones, a pathetic sound leaves you and floats into the air that the neighbors are sure to hear now. Your cheek presses to the mattress and Steve makes a soft tutting noise, nosing at your jaw as he slams into you again. 

Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out, the sound of him dragging himself in and out of you a pornographic and sinful squelch. Your eyelashes wet with tears from the way he slams the perfect spot deep inside of you that he finds with the new, deeper, position. Steve’s movements are faster now, balls slapping against your ass. He’s practically growling in your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe of it, chest hair scratching at your back. Every sense is overwhelmed, the only thoughts running through your mind revolve around him. 

Steve moans your name in your ear and the weight of him against you smothers you like the flames taking over your body. You writhe and wiggle beneath him and he can’t get enough of it. Steve laughs against your sweat slicked neck, thrusts stopping completely as he catches his breath. You push back against him with a growl and he pushes you into the mattress harder. 

His breath is hot in your ear again as he speaks, voice raspy, filthy, sexy. 

“If you wanna cum, tell everyone who’s making you feel this way baby.” 

Steve rolls you to your back before you can even blink, sliding inside of you in a deeper thrust, chest pressing to yours and smiling into your neck that extends for him when you throw it back against the pillow. Your toes curl as your heels dig into his ass, fingers gripping at his shoulders and back as his name leaves your lips in almost a scream. 

Steve’s lips press into your hairline, hands wrapped around your lower back as his thrusts keep going at a brutal pace. His praise lost against the skin of your temple, drowned in the chanting of his name. 

You look so good, maybe he’ll let you have what you want finally. 

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Eren discovering Ebony Porn?

✎Pokko is typing...✎

He’s itching to bust a nut, plopping down in his gaming chair before pulling his dick out of his pants, and there it is, right there on his porn hub home page. The thumbnail is what gets him, a big brown oiled-up ass and Eren strokes his dick, he grips it right after because he simply has to see what all the hype of a million views was about. The video starts off typically, a random hand rubbing oil all over the woman’s ass and yeah, it’s okay so Eren starts to lazily stroke his cock, up and down, up and down but then she starts to do something with that ass he’s never seen before.

She starts making that ass clap and Eren’s tightening his hand around his shaft, green eyes trained intently on his phone screen as he strokes his dick a little faster and her ass moves like jello. She has tattoos. Tattoos that make him dizzy every time her oiled-up ass cheeks bounce off of one another, flashing that heavy pussy at him before starting all over again, and six minutes of ass worship later Eren can’t believe he’s busted a healthy gooey nut already.

It’s all over his hand, all over his pants and Eren decides to go again. He presses the replay button, skipping along to the part he likes and he’s mesmerized all over again. He’s beating his dick up and down, rubbing his palm over his wet tip round and round and he hasn’t even gotten halfway through before he gives it to her again, hot and runny all over his phone screen. Eren’s out of breath, of course, he’s out of breath and he knows he’s onto something dangerous.

He has to go again, it’s only fair that he go again and he wants to see more of that. Eren wants to see more of whatever she was doing with that ass and at first, he gets the tags all wrong, he searches the wrong shit and he ends up on the weird side of pornhub but he’s tingling when he finds it and soon it’s taken over all of his free time.

Gifs upon gifs of ebony girls bouncing their big brown cakes in his face, videos upon videos of those pretty black girls getting pounded and some asses are darker than others, pussy’s so fat and sweet Eren has to bookmark all of them. He has to save them for later, he has to watch it again and these ebony girls don’t have pink pussy’s, at least he doesn't think so, and it perplexes him. It keeps his green eyes glued to the screen in curiosity and his dick jumps in his hand. His balls tighten and when the ebony spinner on his screen spreads her dark pussy lips for the camera, showing him her wet pink clit and he busts all over her. Eren groans as he paints his phone screen with his thick semen again.

After he finishes wiping his phone screen off Eren finds out he likes the doggystyle ebony videos the most but he has to type in “Ebony Backshots” to find the really good videos. The videos where the ebony girls cream and scream. The videos where she’s gripping the sheets, throwing that ass back with a thunderous clap and Eren’s heart can’t take it when she says, “It hurts daddy, ooo, it hurts-”

“-Jesus,” His heart can’t take it and Eren slams his phone down onto his computer desk before he jizzes on the floor between his legs and he’s not proud of it. He’s not proud of the daddy kink he’s developing as he replays that exact part, listening to her say, “It hurts daddy, ooo, it hurts,”, over and over and over again and her pussy’s so wet, it’s so creamy on that dick and Eren’s cringing as he cums, curling his toes up and wrinkling his nose and of course he watches it again.

The pov videos where they just get straight to the fucking are the best, the petite ebonies are good, the bbw ebonies are great but Eren loves the thick ebonies the most and it’s the absolute worst when he stumbles upon what he thinks will be a good video, but it’s tainted with a man that won’t shut up or fuck her right. It’s the absolute worst when the stroke game is weak and she has to overcompensate with those obviously fake moans. It’s the worst because Eren gets angry, he knows he shouldn’t get angry but he gets angry because which man in his right mind wouldn’t snatch that ass up, press an arch into that smooth back, and clap those fat brown cheeks like his life depended on it?

Eren would, Eren knows he would. God, Eren knows for a fact he’d tear some ebony pussy up if given the chance. It’s all he can think about and he has to squeeze the base of his dick real tight so he doesn’t cum right then and there and he’s in too deep when he finds out they’re on onlyfans too. He’s unsubscribed from all of his old favorites and he knows all the sites to spend Grisha's money on.

Before long he knows all the good ebony cam girls and he leaves them all a tip, fifteen or twenty if he cums extra hard, nothing too crazy. If he’s feeling generous he’ll buy things off their wish lists for them, and he finds himself sending one cam girl way too many gifts. Of course he doesn’t stop, he buys her more gifts because it’s not her fault. It’s not her fault she’s got a tight, pretty-looking asshole with one of the creamiest pussy’s he’s seen in a while. It’s not her fault she sucks that dildo with so much passion he feels it through the screen, jesus, it’s not her fault, it could never be her fault.