H3artsfornini - *•. ★Nini★ .•*

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. 😒

.ೃ࿔ SECRET SURPRISE ☾

finding out you’re pregnant on the day of toji’s big mma match

tags —nsfw, unprotected sex, pregnancy, cum dump, pet names, riding, dacriphilia, cum slut, cockwarming, mood swings, morning sickness,

notes— links are informational NOT nsfw links! OPEN THEM!

one thing that always calmed toji was definitely being deep inside his most precious person. feeling you squeeze around him had his stomach clenching, lips clashing with yours as you whined.

“my dicks fuckin’ melting,” he pants. he had you in so many different positions, absolutely wrecking your body. currently he had you in one of your favorites. especially after missing him after he’d been away for so long. his hand laced in your small one, squeezing it with each sharp thrust. holding it beside your blessed out face.

“gunnu c…cumm,” your eyes flutter, your free hand held his face, lips falling open as he kissed you, groaning as he picked up the pace, your back arched up, legs crossed behind his back as he angled your hips up. he felt himself slide deeper inside letting you suck him in.

“remember the shape of my dick, pup?” he chuckles, sitting up on his knees to grab your hips, thumb falling over your swollen clit.

“mmh just know y-yours, toji!” his thumb circles your bundle of nerves watching you cry out, legs trembling.

“good girl,” his grin had your stomach bursting with joy, you love him so much. so much. your fingers reach out, desperate for his touch. “still so needy after all this time.” he takes your hand, leaning over to kiss the soft digits. your eyes are crossing as you feel your legs tremble. “my pretty wife…” he cooes, only making you tremble at his deep voice.

“shit, squeezin me tighter than usual!” you almost knock the wind out of the man as he crashes his lips, drinking your gasps and tears as you tremble around him. “trying to push me out?” he slaps the outside of your thigh as you cum around him.

“more cum,” you kiss his lips, sucking his tongue, playing with his scar as your eyes gloss over, too dumb to think of anything else.

toji pushes your legs higher, sinking deeper as the squelching of your pussy echoes in the bedroom. “love you, love you toji…toji—ah” your pretty chants has his body heating up and dick throbbing even bigger. you feel every vein that bulges around his fat girth and his big tip kissing your cervix.

“if you keep acting like a needy brat, ‘m gonna bust soon,” his voice is strained. he fell deeper than ever, your eyes crossing as toji practically drools into your mouth. your tight pussy around his throbbing cock only had his tongue lolling out.

“mph ah ‘s big,” the large bedroom balcony was wide open as the cool night breeze swept your moans.

“want it please,” you held him so close. arms squeezing around his sweaty neck as you kissed his pretty scar—

“gun kill me,” he felt his stomach tighten, dropping his sweaty head into your neck as he gives a few more very sloppy thursts, until he’s twitching unbelievably hard, hips stuttering inside as his tip sprays long ropes of cum.

“feels so warm, toji,” you lick his ear as toji hums, lazily rolling his hips inside you as he breathes heavily against your neck, a few strained groans coming out when he feels you clench, filling you up.

“take it all,” he pushes up, leaning over your face as he pants, your fingers holding his face as you pull him to your lips.

“I mean you’re still cumming—“ you suddenly squeal, toji flicking your clit causing your body to jump.

“don’t be all snarky,” he pants over your lips, your tongue hangs out as toji deepens the kiss. sucking your tongue, making your cream ooze around his bulging cock some more.

you rub your tummy as toji groans, pressing a hand over yours and pushing down, making you whimper. he was filling you up so good. you loved the feeling of him cumming inside you.

once his dick runs dry, he rests beside you, pulling you closer. your deep breath falling even as you two fall asleep.

toji kept his soft cock deep inside you, holding you close to his chest as you slept. the warmth and closeness wasn’t something he’d admit out loud, but he needed it.

A couple weeks go by, as you roll over to your side. your stomach hurting as you extend an arm out, only to feel an empty bed.

“to…ji…” you feel another uncomfortable churn before suddenly tripping out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom, quickly falling in front of the toilet as you throw up.

you miss toji, you almost whine. why was he gone so early? you don’t think much of it. instead you go about your day until toji comes home. leaning on the man as you sit with him on the couch. he’d gained some weight for the weigh in tomorrow, so he was bigger than usual.

“you went harder than usual last night,” you mumble in his side. toji looks over, noticing the healing bruise around your thighs, his big hand gliding between your legs to rub the skin.

“i thought i heard someone cry for it to be harder,” he snarks.

“well like ya, but i have a shoot tomorrow,” you mumble rolling over so you were hugging toji.

you were more affectionate than you usually were, toji notes. you’ve been attached to him since he walked in. sitting beside him as he bathed, helping him get dressed, now you’re all over him. wasn’t this was your favorite show? is your period soon?

“you feelin alright?” toji runs a hand on the back of your head, petting you gently, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders.

your leg glides across his lap, nuzzling yourself onto him even closer. “mhm.”

he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer as he continues watching. you’re quiet, maybe you were just tired…you were wearing his sweater and sweats, but he could feel you trying to get closer to him.

“you’re needy tonight, pup,” toji grunts, feeling your hand down the front of his pants, playing with his semi-hard on.

“just missed you,” you kiss his ear, toji hums snaking his own hand down the back of your sweats and slipping a finger inside you from behind.

it didn’t take long for his fat cock to be nuzzled deep inside your dripping cunt.

“something happen today?” toji holds your cheek, the other on your hip helping you bounce on his lap. your ass slapping down on his firm thighs, whining at how big he is.

“why do you keep asking that?” you huff, getting annoyed with his questions. “just…uh, wanna feel you,” your nails dig into his shoulder, head falling back as you chase your high.

“you’re acting…”

“what?” you squeal feeling toji grab the back of your neck pulling you to his lips. you cry as he kisses you aggressively.

“I’m asking how my wife is, don’t act like a child,” he snaps, making you whine, clenching around him. toji groans getting worked up and helping you fuck him faster.

he could never get tired of this view. your head thrown back as you held his shoulder and the other hand holding his wrist that was playing with your tits. you were so fucking beautiful. your eyes fluttered as you cried out and cumming with a shake, letting him spill inside you again.

usually you would cuddle into him and let him soothe a hand over your back, but instead you stood up, his cock slipping out of your holec immediately watching his cum ooze out, still sticking to his tip, as some more cum slid down to hos base. your hand cupped your pussy and headed to the bathroom.

“baby?” he leans over the couch, puzzled.

“haveta pee,” you mumble, discarding your sweater and the door shuts.

toji follows a couple minutes later, grabbing a towel to clean off before tucking himself. he looks over seeing you in the shower. sliding the screen open, you hum looking over your shoulder.

“you’re worrying me here, did something happen? did i do something?” toji was horrible with words, but that doesn’t mean he’s a complete fucking idiot. he thinks he can read you pretty well especially having married you. likewise. yet, this is the first time he’s seen you act so…moody.

“worried about what? we just had sex?” you wash the conditioner from your hair, opening your eyes to look at the man. he looked so confused.

“dunno,” he mumbles. he wanted you to confide in him. is he really that bad with emotions that you can’t tell him what’s going on? “can you tell me you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” you smile softly, quickly easing his nerves, but he can’t help but look at you longingly.

“c’mere,” his hand reaches out, cupping your face and pulling you close. “gimme a kiss.”

you smile as you walk closer, away from the water, to lean high up meeting his lips firmly. he’s leaning down, holding your face as he continues kissing you. he couldn’t get enough of you, his hand stroking the back of your neck as you hum, rubbing your fingers on his wrist.

toji still had his guard up. you were in fact “okay”, but you seem more irritated one second, but suddenly okay the next. he checked your temperature and you seemed fine.

“she’s been really moody,” toji chugs some water as he leans against the ring.

shiu doesn’t bother to look up from his ipad. “what did you do?”

toji rolls his eyes. “thanks.”

“did you forget her birthday, leave your dirty socks in the kitchen?”

toji fixes his gloves. “who do you take me for? you’re no help.”

“she could just be sick for your ass,” shiu shrugs, looking up to laugh at toji’s annoyed expression.

“fuck off.”

your head was pounding. heart thumping out of your chest as you sat on the cold tile floor. your lips trembled, hands running cold….no way….no way…..

“hon, he’s asking about you! you alright in there?” shiu’s hand knocked on the door.

of all the days to find out your pregnant, you had to find out now. you couldn’t hold back and wait until tomorrow…but you were nervous! you couldn’t wait—

you inhale sharply. “I’m fine.”

the moment you step out though, your eyes immediately scan around, overstimulated by all the people moving around, the coach warming up toji, shiu answering calls—

“you alright, baby?” toji is loosening his muscles as he looks up at you, ready to head out as they try to push him out the door . you don’t even realize how your legs automatically carried you to him. “baby?”

you’re an idiot, truly. because the way his hand stroked the back of your neck and the way his voice sent your stomach fluttering.

“i have to tell you something….” you bite the inside of your cheek. no, you couldn’t tell him now, that would be absolutely disastrous.

“ya, quickly,” his thumb caresses your cheek, waiting for you. instead you only lean up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him to your lips. his lips automatically open as you kiss him feverishly. you pull away breathing for a minute. toji’s eyes are slightly open watching the way you squeeze your eyes shut as you kiss him….“you alright?”

your breathing heavily, before forcing out a tight lipped smile. his brow quirks even more concerned as you nod. “f’course…stomach just hurts a bit,” you peck his lips again before letting him head out.

your eyes follow him as he glances over his shoulder. he was concerned, he still couldn’t figure out what was going on. maybe something happened at work? but you haven’t complained about anything, which you always do if there’s a problem—

“you got this toji, make sure to keep your guard up after his left hooks!” his coach yelled in his ear as toji stepped into the cage. his arms snapping out, before stepping up to the middle. his eyes immediately ventured out, scanning the front row to find you. you weren’t looking at him…

“scared to look at me, king?” his opponent mocked, practically making toji roll his eyes into his skull.

once they shook hands and the round began toji was in the zone. his fist colliding with his opponents stomach then face. sending ripples through his body. it was always impressive watching toji move around the cage, his feet carrying him so fast you could barely keep up.

your heart felt like it was about to leap from your chest, and not in a good way. would toji even want a kid? he’s in the highlight of his career, he wouldn’t have time for this…are you even ready?!? you’ve been with toji for awhile, but you never imagined having kid so early, did you even discuss it with him. would he think you’re not ready??

toji took a hard elbow across the face, knocking him to the ground.

“FOUL!” the ref shouted. your eyes were filled with worry. you like watching toji fight, it was exhilarating, but this time you felt sick.

toji’s eyes seemed to find you immediately. ready to get back up, but he stopped breathing for a second…..the simple gesture of your hand on your stomach…he felt his heart beat a little faster as he unconsciously, almost automatically, connected the dots in his head.

“oh fuck.”

the eye contact you made said absolutely everything. it was too easy reading you. his stomach churned, his fist slammed into his opponent. he couldn’t think, taking hits he would normally dodge. your hands falling over your face as toji kept getting beat, over and over and over—

what is going on?!? toji was screaming at himself. stop thinking! just move!

with every ounce of his being, toji used it to land a direct blow across his opponents head, immediately knocking him out on impact. the ripples of his muscles, sent a wave of adrenaline pumping through his veins. and the only thing he could do was shove the flooding people coming into the cage, not even letting the ref grab his hand to announce his victory.

your eyes blew wide as toji fell to his knees in front of you, immediately between your legs as his hands grabbed your waist, staring up at you with bright green eyes. his chest was heaving, blood still trickling from his split lip and cut eyebrow.

“toji, congratulations!” you immediately try to wipe the blood with your sleeve, not caring that you spent so much on it. his dark green eyes were blown, immediately falling on your beautiful lips, congratulating him over and over—

your heart stops. his lips press softly on the back of your hands. kissing so gently…. he’d normally go for your lips and shamelessly deepen it—

“don’t be nervous,” he speaks softly, surprising the living hell out of you. he’s never been so soft after a match. but the look in his eyes immediately told you…he knew.

“I don’t know if I’m ready…” your head dropped, you couldn’t be a mother, you’ve fucked up so many times! you lost your keys just a week ago and accidentally got on the wrong train home after a long day!

toji tilts your chin. “and your career—“

“do you wanna keep it?” he asks, tilting his head not breaking eye contact. your stomach was churning even more. you felt like throwing up. you never gushed about having children, nor did you ever wish to have some. but it’s weird….its weird because you felt really warm inside. you didn’t know why your mode was shifting, why you were okay, but the sureness in toji’s eyes—having him come immediately to you.

you could only nod, biting your cheek so you wouldn’t cry, but covering your face with your free hand. the mma victor could only smile, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. the audience and reporters around had no clue what was happening, but everyone was swooning at how gentle toji was being.

“I’ll be the one to fuck it up, so don’t worry.” he teases.

you hit his chest. “don’t say that.” you take your hand off to look at him, he had a light flush on his cheeks. you’ve never seen him so calm after a match. “you sure?”

“kids are annoying brats, but if it looks like you…,” you roll your eyes. “what did you think was gonna happen?” you quirk a brow.

your breath hitched as he leaned his face close to your ear, his voice low, similar to how he spoke to you when you’re intimate. “your pretty eyes always filling with tears if I don’t stuff you full with my cum.”

your face burned red as his hand stroked your neck unbeknownst to the cameramen and reporters all waiting for toji to return. “can’t remember a time where you weren’t begging for it deep inside.” his hand travels down to your lower stomach!

you felt your legs closing as you hid your face in your hand, trying desperately to compose yourself, but my god, this man was so absolutely shameless.

“wonder what day of me pumping your tiny pussy with my cum was the one that struck gold—“

“toji,” you almost cry out only for his ear, so unbelievably hot from embarrassment you couldn’t breathe. “are you trying to kill me?!”

“of course not, pup, i was just reminiscing,” he laughs, pulling away to hold your face.

you roll your eyes at his amused faced. “haha, fuck you. so mean,” you shove his shoulder back making the man laugh, as he leans forward, tilting your chin to capture your lips.

he winces for just a moment, his cut lip stinging as you taste the metal on your tongue. you loved kissing him. your ears still hot as toji pulled away, his hand slipping down to hold yours as he walked with you back to the reporters. he did not take his hands off you that entire night.

when videos and photos were released, fans were deep diving to try and read toji and his wife’s lips. desperate to know what was so important.

but was only confirmed at his match a year later, when he stepped into the cage and gave a wave to his wife and little baby sitting on her lap.

PART 2

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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. 

hahaha doodleman

moe!!

plus cropped<3

they are not the same sized image but whatever

TWEETS WHILE BEING FRIENDS WITH AVATAR CHARACTERS (multiple !) part two three

content — implied neteyam x gn!reader and lo'ak x tsireya. i see these on tiktok and they crack me tf up so i made my own bc i don't feel like writing. the idea of tuk having twitter but under neytiris name bc she basically stole the account is making me laugh. nba yb!loak stan bc i think that shit is funny lol

✧ ﾟ— mirah, black, 9teen, her/she! chubby sanrio enthusiasts, acrylic nail lover, pretty pink princess, ice muncher, anime connoisseur. // works

daddy’s pretty girl.

my “y/n’s” are black, fem, and chubby! please do not get into my ask box asking for anything that’s not that!

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𝗔𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴:light sexual content, talks of oral and sexual acts but nothing in detail. lots of tooth rotting fluff (MDNI. minors will be blocked.)

+the first time she saw you, she was HEAD over HEELS.

+she had seen you walking by through the gym window, in your little white sundress with lilac flowers patterning it and puffy sleeves.

+she immediately new she needed your number. she had stopped mid set and ran out of the gym, just to get it.

+it shocked you at first, who wouldnt be shocked to see a 6 foot, extremely good looking blonde 19 year old running up to them from seemingly nowhere?

+she was running so fast she almost bumped into you, her face beet red and skin glistening with sweat from her workout.

+the whole encounter was very awkward. but she walked out with a cute girls number, and a date scored for next tuesday. she thinks it was worth it.

+absolutely OBSESSED with your tummy. she loves laying between your legs as you read, just resting her head on your soft stomach. she's definitely the type to trace over any stretch marks or scars with her fingers in admiration.

+also loves your thighs, if you get what im hinting at.

+when shes driving in her fancy sport car, you in the passanger seat obvi, she will rest her hand on your thigh, kneading the plush skin with the occasional pinch just to hear you whimper and whine her name.

+spends most of her time between them though, for sure. licking and nibbling your soft rosy bud, while three of her fingers plunge in and out of you, hitting the right spot each time.

+miss girl has your legs SHAKING everytime she eats you out. and she definitely leaves plenty of marks too. she needs everyone to know you are hers when you wear your short little dresses.

+a sucker for you on your knees too. she loves sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, watching tv with you between her legs, head resting on her inner thigh. she loves those sweet little doe eyes you give her when you want attention, or when you whine from the frustration of not getting enough friction from the boot shes currently wearing and rubbing against you, in just the righ spot.

+she would always be there to kiss away any insecurities you have.

+people giving you funny looks in public with her? she will immediately call them out and make them turn their heads away in shame.

+feeling insecure about your tummy or thighs? stretch marks or arms? she will immediately reassure you and leave sweet kisses on your face, kissing all your salty tears away.

+holds you close to her chest, letting you sob it out on rough days, her hands caressing your love handles, or rubbing circles on your back under your shirt. anything to make her sweetheart feel better.

+definitely orders you two food after you have calmed down, she knows that movie nights with chinese takeout and snacks always makes you feel better <3

sucky suck on Law’s fingers ig