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mechanic!abby who has no idea how much of a big deal you are. she doesn’t know you play to sold out arenas, the chants of your name that inflate your ego to new heights, or the thousands of girls who would die just for one single chance with you. yeah, it’s been a while. a jam-packed touring schedule doesn’t allow for much time for your own pleasure. on your first day back in the city your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, anderson auto is the closest shop.

this isn’t something you anticipated, ass bent over the hood, a pair of maroon-laced panties ripped on the hood of your 69’ camaro. the woman behind you packed a mean thrust, you try to brace yourself on something but there’s not a thing to hold on to.

dignity long thrown out the window as you let a complete stranger dismantle you where anyone could walk in and sell a photo for their yearly salary. the dildo sinks further into your walls, stretching you into perfection, you take her in personified ecstasy.

“didn’t know a cunt could be this pretty or this loud, princess.” normally, you would have cursed someone out for calling you something so obituary. it nearly sounds condescending.

when she’s fucking you like this? she’s earned the right.

“do you usually like to talk so much?” you bite back at her, unable to keep her attitude at bay.

usually that would be enough to make the other person shut up, but abby truly has no idea who the fuck you are. it’s more than bruising to who you are, it’s a grueling death sentence.

with a sharp hand, she slaps the supple of your ass into submission as her brutal pace effectively silences you. “do you always whine this much?”

a maniacal snark threatens to fly off the handle but she’s quick to put a stop to it. with a slight of hand, abby maneuvers her touch to your clit, calloused fingers rough underneath the bundle of nerves. body in tandem with your touch, convulsing.

“what was that? you were gonna say something?”

“oh, would you fucking—” as if she knew before you did, one final thrust, and your brain short-circuits. for a moment, you’re thinking you might have been seeing god herself.

“that’s it, princess. shut that pretty little mouth of yours and cum.”

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Her!

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I’m putting these two muscle mommies together because yeah-

✞⛧ SEVIKA and AMBESSA with a touched starved girl ✞⛧

✞⛧ Sevika ✞⛧

✞⛧ Despite her gruff nature, Sevika notices how much you lean into even the slightest physical contact, and though she doesn’t outright say it, she adjusts to meet your unspoken needs.

✞⛧ At first, she’s awkward with prolonged affection, but as soon as she realizes how much you crave it, she starts giving in more often. She won’t admit it, but she likes how soft you become in her arms.

✞⛧ Sevika absolutely loves the way you cling to her when she comes home after a long day. You latch onto her like she’s your lifeline, and while she’ll grumble about it, she’ll hold you tighter than anyone else ever has.

✞⛧ She lets you cuddle into her lap while she’s smoking or playing cards, her free hand absentmindedly stroking your back or running through your hair.

✞⛧ Though Sevika isn’t big on PDA, if she notices you’re feeling particularly touch-starved in public, she’ll settle a possessive hand on your waist or shoulder to ground you.

✞⛧ You’re one of the only people she doesn’t mind clinging to her prosthetic arm. She even lets you rest your cheek against the cool metal when you’re curled up beside her.

✞⛧ When you’re especially needy, Sevika will sigh and pull you into her arms, muttering something about you being “too damn clingy,” but she secretly loves how safe you feel with her.

✞⛧ She starts coming home earlier just to spend more time holding you. It’s her way of prioritizing you without having to say it out loud.

✞⛧ She’ll pick you up without warning and throw you over her shoulder or carry you bridal-style, just to see the way your face lights up.

✞⛧ If she sees you shyly reaching for her hand, she’ll grab yours first, threading her calloused fingers through yours and giving a firm squeeze.

✞⛧ When you’re sitting together, she’ll rest her hand on your thigh. It’s possessive, sure, but it’s also her way of giving you constant reassurance.

✞⛧ Sevika teases you for being touch-starved, calling you “needy” with a smirk, but the moment someone else tries to mock you for it, they’ll regret ever opening their mouth.

✞⛧ She notices the way your breathing evens out when she touches you, so whenever you’re stressed, she’ll guide your head to her chest or rub slow circles on your back until you calm down.

✞⛧ Sevika rarely lets anyone touch her scars, but she doesn’t mind when you trace them with your fingers, especially if it helps you feel closer to her.

✞⛧ She’ll sit you on her lap when she’s working on something—polishing her arm, shuffling cards, whatever—and let you cling to her as long as you need.

✞⛧ When you’re lying in bed, Sevika will roll her eyes at how tightly you hold onto her, but she secretly loves being your personal teddy bear.

✞⛧ Her favorite thing is when you press your face into her neck or chest, nuzzling into her as if she’s the only thing that makes you feel safe.

✞⛧ If you’ve had a rough day, Sevika will pull you into her arms and stay silent, letting her presence and the warmth of her embrace do all the talking.

✞⛧ When she sees you looking hesitant or unsure about asking for affection, she’ll sigh and say, “Come here, dumbass,” before dragging you into her arms.

✞⛧ Sevika will play with your hair while you’re lying on her chest, her fingers surprisingly gentle for someone with such a rough exterior.

✞⛧ If you ever flinch or pull away from touch because of past trauma, Sevika becomes fiercely protective, making it her mission to ensure you feel safe and cherished.

✞⛧ She’ll let you hold onto her coat when you’re out together, the fabric wrapping around you like an extension of her.

✞⛧ Whenever you reach out for her, even if it’s subtle, Sevika is quick to respond, brushing her fingers against yours or tugging you closer.

✞⛧ She hates when she has to leave for long stretches of time, but when she comes back, she makes it up to you by holding you close for hours.

✞⛧ Sevika secretly enjoys your clinginess because it reminds her that someone actually needs her for more than just her strength or reputation.

✞⛧ If you’re not feeling well, Sevika will let you rest against her, tucking you under her arm while she grumbles about you “needing to take better care of yourself.”

✞⛧ She’s not much for words, but when you’re snuggled into her, she’ll sometimes murmur, “You’re not so bad, you know that?”

✞⛧ At night, Sevika will spoon you, her strong arms wrapped around you protectively, even if she claims she’s “just keeping you warm.”

✞⛧ You’ve caught her once or twice pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head when she thinks you’re asleep. When you asked her about it, she just muttered, “You’re dreaming,” and refused to make eye contact.

✞⛧ No matter how tough Sevika acts, you’re her soft spot, and she’ll never let you feel neglected or unloved—not in her arms.

✞⛧ Ambessa ✞⛧

✞⛧ Ambessa notices how you linger near her after even the briefest of touches, and though she doesn’t immediately act on it, she stores the observation away for later.

✞⛧ Her approach to your touch-starved tendencies is practical at first—holding your hand or resting a firm hand on your back during public events to keep you grounded.

✞⛧ Behind closed doors, however, Ambessa’s touch becomes more deliberate, brushing her fingers along your jaw or tucking stray hairs behind your ear to watch you melt under her attention.

✞⛧ She takes pleasure in the way you lean into her presence, especially when she places a steadying hand on your waist or pulls you closer during intense conversations.

✞⛧ Ambessa loves how easily you relax when she wraps an arm around you, her broad frame practically enveloping you in a way that makes you feel safe and protected.

✞⛧ While she’s not outwardly affectionate, she makes a point of resting her hand on your knee or shoulder whenever you’re sitting near her, a silent but commanding reassurance.

✞⛧ Ambessa has a knack for teasing you about your need for physical affection, smirking as she says, “Clingy, aren’t we?” But she never actually pushes you away.

✞⛧ On the rare occasions she’s in a playful mood, Ambessa will tug you onto her lap and trap you there with her arms, smirking at your flustered reaction.

✞⛧ Her version of PDA is subtle but powerful—offering her arm for you to hold, pressing her lips briefly to your temple in a crowded room, or letting her hand linger at the small of your back.

✞⛧ She insists on sleeping with you pressed tightly against her at night, one arm draped possessively over your waist, as though she’s guarding you even in her sleep.

✞⛧ Ambessa’s touch is deliberate and calculated, but when she notices how much you crave affection, she becomes softer in private moments, her thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin.

✞⛧ If you’re having a bad day, she’ll guide you into her arms without a word, cradling your head against her chest and letting her steady heartbeat calm you.

✞⛧ She doesn’t say it often, but her actions make it clear that your happiness and comfort are her priority, even if it means indulging your need for constant affection.

✞⛧ Ambessa is fiercely protective of you, her hand tightening on your arm or shoulder whenever someone looks at you the wrong way or makes you uncomfortable.

✞⛧ She takes pride in how easily you cling to her strength, whether it’s during heated arguments or moments of vulnerability.

✞⛧ Ambessa secretly enjoys how much you trust her to be your safe haven, even though she’d never admit it aloud.

✞⛧ Her rough fingers brushing against your cheek are surprisingly tender, and she’ll sometimes let her guard down just to see you smile.

✞⛧ Ambessa is not above using her dominant personality to tease you, pulling you flush against her and murmuring, “Is this what you wanted, little one?”

✞⛧ Though her exterior is cold, she secretly adores the way you light up when she gives you attention, and she’ll find subtle ways to make you feel cherished.

✞⛧ Ambessa often pulls you into her lap while she’s working, letting you curl up against her as she methodically goes over strategies or documents.

✞⛧ She’ll brush her thumb along your knuckles when you hold her hand, a quiet reassurance that she’s paying attention to your every need.

✞⛧ When you fall asleep on her shoulder, Ambessa remains perfectly still, unwilling to disturb you, even if she has pressing matters to attend to.

✞⛧ If you shyly ask for affection, she’ll feign exasperation with a raised brow, but her amused smirk betrays how much she enjoys indulging you.

✞⛧ She has a talent for reading when you’re feeling particularly touch-starved and will pull you aside to privately wrap you in her arms until you feel better.

✞⛧ Ambessa doesn’t tolerate anyone mocking you for being clingy. If someone dares to comment, they’ll be met with her cold, cutting tone and a glare that could freeze fire.

✞⛧ She’s surprisingly indulgent when you cuddle up to her while she’s lounging, letting you rest against her while she strokes your hair absentmindedly.

✞⛧ Ambessa secretly loves the way you seek her out for comfort, even if she grumbles about you being a distraction.

✞⛧ She often murmurs low, reassuring words in your ear when she holds you close, her deep voice calming your worries in an instant.

✞⛧ Though Ambessa may not always express her feelings verbally, the way she shields you from harm and lets you cling to her is proof of how much she cares.

✞⛧ In her most unguarded moments, Ambessa will cradle your face in her hands and press a kiss to your forehead, silently conveying everything she can’t put into words.

[ilikechockymilk]

Sorry I moaned when we were cuddling you made me feel safe and happy and it made me wet

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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you have encountered a group of trilobites! reblog to help them on their journey

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Hey it’s me again :D!

I was wondering, could we get a mermaid reader x eivor? Like when she goes to Ireland for the DLC, “wrath of the druids” and ends up meeting a very pretty mermaid lady?

And, maybe.. the mermaid could be a bit, chubby? Perhaps? 😳

notes: this seems like I have a thing against Eivor and mermaids but I promise it's just because she gives me a chance to talk about different sorts of merfolk bc I find them so interesting lol. Merrows are merfolk from Irish mythology and I'd recommend looking into them, they're very interesting and have quite a bit in common with selkies! Also I'm more than happy to write about a chubby reader! I want my readers to feel represented in my work as much as possible, you're all beautiful and deserve to see yourselves represented with your favs <3

pairing: f! Eivor x merrow! Reader

word count: 1.8k

☾ ⋆ﾟ  MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

The woman in red

Eivor had arrived in the port of Dublin, the settlement bustling with people and green hills rolling across the horizon. The journey had been much easier than her voyage to England from Norway and, being accustomed to travelling by boat, she found herself faring much better than many of the traders on board. However, she had the sharpened senses of the drengr that she was and she knew that someone had been following her, watching her, she could feel it. 

The sensation had started once the boat hit Irish waters and it hadn’t stopped since. Eivor kept her senses about her in case she had managed to draw any unwanted attention to herself already. The shieldmaiden had continued to go about her business in Dublin, noticing that the feeling had vanished for a while as she moved into the town but it seemed to resurface come nightfall. 

That was when she spotted you in her peripheral and she kept you there. It was the bright red of your cloak that had drawn her attention to you. She could see very little of you under the cover of the cloak and decided that she would lure you somewhere quieter to interrogate you about what you wanted. 

Which is how you now found yourself being pushed to a wall when you rounded the corner after the blonde shieldmaiden. 

“What the fuck do you-” She cut herself off mid-sentence when she looked upon you. You had eyes that glittered like sunlight dancing water, a full, radiant face like the moon and skin rosy like dawn. “I- I’m sorry.” She stuttered out, taking her arm away from where she had been pinning you to the wall, stumbling back a step. You were utterly beautiful and she felt as though you had placed an enchantment upon her. 

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry.” You replied, “I should have spoken up sooner but I wasn’t sure how, you just… You’ve caught my attention and won’t seem to let it go.” You smiled sheepishly and Eivor found it very endearing. 

“Oh?” 

“Well, we’ve been getting a lot of new people in these parts and so many of you have such stories to tell! You have to look of someone of legends and I can’t help but want to know more about you.” Your voice seemed to put the blonde deeper under your enchantment. Your tone was like a melody composed of silk and honey, of sunsets and harvest moonlight. She thought of you as otherworldly, unaware of just how accurate that could be. 

“Well, I’d be more than happy to indulge your curiosity over a drink.” She flashed a charming smile and you pushed your red hood down to smile up at her in return. 

“I’d enjoy that very much.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You found yourself waking in an unfamiliar inn the next day. Usually, you would have returned home by now or met up with some of your cousins and sisters to return home together but you had found yourself enraptured by Eivor and all the stories she had to tell. Over drinks, the two of you had moved closer and closer together until her lips were on yours (or yours were on hers) and the two of you felt the need to take things somewhere more private. 

Eivor had offered to buy you breakfast at the inn and you readily accepted, the two of you eating together before you had to part ways as she had a busy day ahead of her. You wished her well and told her that you hoped to cross paths again with her soon. Later in the day, Eivor found that the feeling of being watched had returned to her but she couldn’t spot you nor your red cloak anywhere. Needing some things to trade with, the shieldmaiden had gone further down the river to try her luck with fishing. 

That’s when she saw it. 

It was a hideous looking creature, the colour of seaweed with the face of a fish with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. Its hair resembled kelp and hung wildly about its body. Arms with one joint too many reached towards Eivor from the water, claws slashing through the air. Eivor stumbled backwards and away from the water in shock, dropping her fishing line in favour of grabbing her axe instead but the creature pursued her, crawling onto the riverbank. It had no legs but a fish’s tail instead with fins that ended in barbs. It was a horrific sight to behold and she slashed at the creature but it moved unpredictably, much like an animal and it grabbed her by the ankle, tugging her towards it with unexpected strength that sent Eivor flying backwards and hitting the ground. She fought and thrashed as it dragged her into the water but it was to no avail and she soon found herself in utter darkness, floating, unable to breathe and yet not drowning. 

Shadows flitted about in the water and bones littered the floor, she could just about make out other structures around her, like twisted cocoons of thorns, with arms waving out of them, a silent cry for help. Where was she? As her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, a face appeared from between the gaps in the cage, the awful face of the creature that had brought her here. She tried to speak but couldn’t get much out around the water except for garbles. Something supernatural must be happening here and suddenly Eivor longed for Valka’s wisdom and guidance. 

Eivor shot away from the creature, pushing herself backwards through the water and it cackled, seemingly amused at her fright, before swimming off elsewhere. She needed to find a way out of here. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Hours passed and all of the shieldmaiden’s attempts to escape were fruitless. She began to feel hopeless, like she would never know freedom again, until a light appeared from the darkness in the form of your radiant face. Where she had not been able to break free from the confines of the cage, you tore them away with little effort and thrust your hand in her direction, a plea for her to take it. Eivor reached for the lifeline that you held out before her and, in moments, the two of you were speeding upwards through the water, light starting to break through. 

With her surroundings brightening, Eivor could now see that, like the creature who had abducted her, you also lacked legs. However, unlike the creature, your tail was beautiful and composed of shimmering scales that put emeralds to shame. You had long fins in bright red that hung at your hips as you pulled her through the water and Eivor found herself wrapping her arms around you as you raced her towards safety. Your body was soft in her arms and she held you tight as water rushed past the two of you, feeling the softness of the plump flesh about your waist. 

Breaking the surface felt like breathing for the first time all over again and the blonde found herself spluttering out water as you led her towards the coastline. The coastline?! How far had that creature dragged Eivor downstream?! When she was sitting on a stony beach with the waves lapping at her ankles, you pulled your fins up around your shoulders and Eivor watched as they morphed into your cloak and your tail vanished, bare legs withdrawing into the coverage of your cloak. 

“Are you alright?” You asked in a panic, “Did he hurt you? I’m so, so sorry, this is all my fault, I should have been more careful when I sneaked off up the river.” You had tears in your shimmery eyes and Eivor could only look up at you in wonder. You were not human but you were as enchanting as when she saw you for the first time yesterday and she was sure that you had just saved her life. 

“No, he didn’t and it’s not your fault, it’s alright.” She tried to reassure you as she sat up, shivering in her wet clothes. “But what… what are you? What was that creature?” 

“We are merrows, merfolk or Ireland.” You explained, “The males of our kind are… cruel and grotesque so we,” There was a somewhat sarcastic emphasis on the word, “tend to prefer human males over those of our own kind.” Your change in tone suddenly made more sense as Eivor reflected on the previous night, “Males of our kind like to trap unsuspecting sailors in the soul cages, where I just rescued you from, or to attack us females’ partners out of jealousy or spite because we do not desire them.”

“But you have a taste for human women.” Eivor highlighted and you blushed at her words bashfully and nodded your head in agreement before coaxing her to her feet. You suspected that being in a soul cage was a lot to process and she would rather talk about what she did understand now before reflecting on being trapped later, when she was more comfortable and recovered from the shock of it all. 

“Come, there is a cave nearby where some of us keep our human clothes and we can start a fire to warm you up.” You helped Eivor to her feet and led her to your hiding place where she took her pick of clothes while you started a fire and dressed yourself. You answered all of the shieldmaiden’s questions about your kind and your customs as well as the soul cages but you noticed that she was still shivering from the cold despite being sat next to the fire. 

Hesitantly, you unclasped your cloak and set in on her shoulders, making her eyes go wide. You had explained the meaning of it to her and she knew that you had just handed over your freedom to her in order to keep her warm, that she could abuse this power to keep you for herself and see to it that you never returned to your home or your kin should she wish – many females of your kind had suffered this fate at the hands of nasty human men. 

“Thank you.” She smiled softly as she shuffled closer to you, “I promise to take good care of this and return it to you when I am warm.” Her words and sincerity filled you with both relief and a warmth in your insides. You leaned your head on her shoulder as you stared into the flames of the fire. You felt her fingers come under your chin to turn your head to face her and her eyes were lidded, flickering between your own eyes and your lips. “You saved my life today…” Her mouth pressed sweetly to yours and you sighed against the softness of her touch as her hand cupped the curve of your cheek, “Thank you.”

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slaaaaaaay💐💐💐

firefighter!abby who comes in every sunday morning to your floral shop, tucked in a tiny corner downtown. you’re usually tucked away in the back, doing floral arrangements, calculating your inventory, organizing new shipments, or just avoiding others in general. an introverted nature is ingrained into your bones. so, dina takes over the front counter. she’s sweet, kind enough to engage in conversation. big brown eyes and welcoming smile always seeming to put the customer’s at ease, assessing their needs as they step foot in the door. 

firefighter!abby who comes in on the dot, half-past nine, right before her shift. her build, incredibly tone, clad in black cargos and her seattle fire department t-shirt tucked in. she greets dina with her blinding, pearly white smile. warming her up to the core as dina grabs the assortment that’s ordered every week. yellow roses, white lillies, and peach carnations make their way into the abby’s hands. she thanks dina, with the same somber look in her eyes before she exits with the same bouquet she always does. 

firefighter!abby who is out for the day, cup of coffee in her hand, ellie to her right telling her about the black-haired beauty she met at the local pub. swearing up and down there was a cute friend, supposedly, but it really just sounds like this is her only way in which her friend needs to enlist help from the hunky-blonde for assistance. 

“So, let me get this straight. You met this girl—” 

“Dina.” Abby pauses, blonde eyebrows quirk upwards. “Wait, does she work at a floral shop?” 

“Yes—” Ellie pauses, envy swirling in her emerald eyes immediately, “Fuck, Anderson, do not tell me you’ve fucked her!” 

Abby smirks, wanting to tease her spunky friend. “C’mon, are you fucking serious? No. Shit. Did you really fuck her?” Abby winks as she takes a sip of her black coffee, bicep flexing in the process. 

“Dude. How the hell am I supposed to compete with your greek god  fucking biceps?” Ellie lifts up the sleeve of her shirt, comparing her much smaller arms to Abby’s very toned and thick muscle. Even Abby’s veins are more prominent than hers. 

Abby giggles, “First off, you can’t but you don’t have to…this time. I just buy flowers from there and everyone kinda knows everyone. It’s Jackson.” 

“Oh, thank god. You had me worried there for a second. Jesus.” Ellie nudges her shoulder, picking at her naibeds anxiously. “So, will you come so you can meet her friend?” 

Abby thinks for a moment. How bad could it be? It’s just one night, right? 

firefighter!abby who comes to the flower shop on a saturday this time. the doorbell rings signaling her entrance, but she doesn’t find dina working the counter like she normally does. you’re someone new, someone she hasn’t seen before, someone beautiful. so much so, she feels as if her feet have been glued to the hardwood floors. dear god, she looks like a goddamn idiot. she’s thankful you’re helping someone as abby tries to break from her caulking spell. 

firefighter!abby who takes note of how attentive you are with the customers even if your body fidgets as you help them but then you smile, it makes her melt. anderson, get yourself together, you have a date tonight. it’s just one, incredibly beautiful girl. you’re fine. she’s fine. before her brain can make one more stupid thought, you’re walking up to her. 

You smell of lavender, it coats Abby’s senses as you make a beeline for her. It could be the shop or it could be you. She believes it’s you. 

“Afternoon, is there something I can help you with?” You ask, Abby reads the name tag on your chest and musters up somewhat of a coherent sentence. You start making the arrangement for her, it’s then she notices how familiar it is. 

It isn’t the flowers she typically chooses, the one she orders through the website of the shop, but the craftsmanship is identical. Down to the yellow ribbon to wrap it neatly, keeping the specially made bouquet in place. 

Abby’s blue eyes must light up with wonder because you smile, it's soft as it slips out of you, too quick for you to hide behind the wall you usually keep yourself within. 

“Um, you make all the arrangements here, right?” Anxiously, you dust your hands on the maroon apron tied around your waist. 

“Yeah, I would hope so. It’s my shop.” You’re not boastful about it, or snarky, it’s sweet. As if you’re proud and you should be. 

“Oh, sorry! I hope you don’t take it the wrong way. I just, um—” Speak blondie, you’re making a fool of yourself. “ I come here every week and have just never seen you before s’all. It’s nice to match the wonderful shop to the even prettier owner.” 

Abby wonders why she doesn’t ask for your number or even try to. She’s not exactly a stranger to beautiful women. When she knows what she wants, she’s like a dog with a bone. Never has she ever halted, or had someone stop her dead in her tracks without even trying. 

In her mind, she’s finding excuses. It’s the sun’s fault for letting the light hit your eyes perfectly, saturating the color even further. Or the way she obsesses over your curves, or the joy seeming to radiate every time you smile. 

It can’t be any of those little things. 

Abby fishes for the wallet in her jacket pocket, before handing you her card, you finalize the transaction before handing the silver card back to her. Calloused fingertips press against yours, much softer than Abby’s, but it excites the two of you. 

Not that either of you spoke a word of it. 

“You’re girlfriend’s a lucky girl. It’s a thoughtful gesture—” but your eyes build a fright in them, a horror that you can’t take back. “I’m sorry! Oh my god. I didn’t mean to just, fuck, assume you had a girlfriend or that you’re into girls. Jesus, I don’t know what came over me. God.” 

Abby bites down a smirk as you anxiously beat your nail on the countertop as if you ruined the interaction. Impatiently needing this to be over. 

“S’okay, really, you didn’t assume wrong.” Mischievous pools of blue look you up and down, pointed canines kissing her pink lips as they bite at the flesh. 

“I don’t have a girlfriend. Well—” Abby leans over placing her palm against yours, her fingertips linger on your skin, setting it ablaze. Releasing your grip of the bouquet and palming the wrapped flowers in her firm grasp.

“Not yet.” 

lmk what you think! hope you enjoyed it! ♡

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Abby x Reader

Abby coming back from a trip and not having the energy to fuck you (nsfw, kinda mean Abby, sub reader that’s a lil bratty, masturbation, toy use, pussy slaps)

Abby was coming back from a trip, and you had told her that when she came back you would need her more than anything. She'd been gone for a long while now, and you were both growing desperate. As much as she wanted to fuck you, though, she was exhausted. Her arms felt like they were made of lead as they hung by her sides. She had been carrying heavy weapons and equipment for miles at a time, constantly on edge throughout her trip. She didn't know if she could hold herself above you with how weak her arms felt. Abby wanted nothing more than to give you what she knew you needed, but she worried that she was too tired and would practically fall asleep on top of you.

She opened the door to your home late at night, but you were there waiting for her reading under the dim light of a lamp. You caught her eye and a big grin broke out on your face. Abby smiled weakly and caught you in her arms as you raced toward her. You basked in the moment, finally feeling her strong arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace. You had missed her terribly, spending evenings and nights laid in her spot on the bed. When the sun would set for another night alone, you would hold her pillow tightly in your arms and hope that her lingering scent could provide you enough comfort to fall asleep.

You hummed in contentment as you felt Abby's broad palms stroke down your back and grip your hips. She leans away from your neck to look into your eyes. So quiet that you almost miss it, she murmurs "I missed you so much..." as she cups your cheek in her right hand.

You lean into the warmth of her touch with a soft sigh and your eyes close in contentment. You turn your head to kiss her palm, to which Abby laughs and smiles with pink cheeks.

Of course the sweet moment couldn't last long with how much you had missed her and her touch. You'd been patient long enough now. Your eyes open as you take Abby's thumb into your mouth. Her lips part as she takes in a surprised breath, entranced by the sight of you taking her thumb deep into your mouth. Abby's other fingers wrap around to grip you by the chin, pressing her thumb deeper into your throat and threatening to make you gag. Your eyes water as they gaze into Abby's.

Despite her arousal, Abby knows that she doesn't have the energy to give you what you really need. In a moment of clarity, Abby withdraws her thumb from your mouth with a sigh and swipes it on her pants to clean your drool from the digit. Wide-eyed, you look confused as Abby takes a step back and covers her eyes with her palm. "I don't think we should do this, baby. This trip knocked me on my ass and I don't want to leave you unsatisfied but I want to fuck you like you deserve," Abby explains as your eyebrows crease and your lips puff into a pout.

"But... it's been so long, and I miss you so much," you whine.

Abby shakes her head and sighs as she takes a step back, "I know, angel, but we can try tomorrow night. It's late and we both have places to be in the morning."

You look distraught as you whine "Tomorrow? But Abby please, it's been forever." You try to close the distance between you once more, taking a step forward and reaching for the hand that had left you behind. You pull it down and toward you, pressing Abby's fingers against the wet patch on your panties "See? I need your help, I can't do it like you can Abby." Her eyebrows twitch, but she holds firm and shakes her head with lips pressed tightly together.

Tears line your lashes as you continue to beg, gripping her wrist to hold it in place as you ground against her fingers.

She "tsk"-ed and easily pulled her wrist away from your panties, "baby, I'm exhausted and if you need it that bad you'll just have to do it yourself." She thought for sure this would make you give up, after all you were the true definition of pillow princess. You'd become used to Abby taking care of all your needs and no longer had to do it yourself, so she expected you to give up and go to bed. Instead, your face only soured more and with a "hmph, fine" you cross your arms and step away from her. You turn your back to her and march into your bedroom. Curiously, Abby follows. She eyes the cheeks of your ass poking out of your shorts while you rummage through her bedside drawer. Before she could catch up to you, a Hitachi wand and an 8" dildo were in your hands, and you scurried off into the en-suite bathroom. The door shut behind you with a slam and the click of the lock.

Abby's eyebrows furrowed as she approached the door. You wouldn't, would you? You had always complained that you couldn't make yourself feel like she could. She knocked on the hardwood of the door, "angel? What's going on in there?" but she heard only the shuffle of clothing in response. Abby jiggled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. "I'm serious, baby, I don't have time for this," she grumbled as her palm pressed to the door. Stubbornly, you didn't respond. She pressed her ear to the door in an attempt to hear better. She could hear very quiet pants, and repeated "schlick"s. Her eyes widened and she pulled at the handle again "baby, I didn't mean it when I said you'd have to do it alone. If you can be patient and wait, then I'll fuck you like you need tomorrow."

You groan in exasperation and slightly in pleasure "but I can't wait that long, Abby! It hurts and if you're not gonna help me then I'll do it myself" After you determine that you're sufficiently stretched out, Abby hears the suction cup on the bottom of the dildo. You must have suctioned it to the tile. "I got it Abby... I got it... I can do it I swear," and it's not long before Abby hears a long and high whine as the head of the dildo stretches the ring of your pussy. You let out a whimper as the wide head pops all the way in "fuck, it's too thick Abby. Your cock is so fucking big."

She bangs on the door and grits through her teeth "you better open this door right now or you're going to be in big trouble, you little brat." You knew what Abby was capable of, but the thought of being punished just got you more worked up. With continuous whimpers of Abby's name that only drove her crazy, you worked your way down the dildo's length until you sat flush with the tile.

A blissed out smile broke out onto your face, proudly proclaiming through pants "I did it, Abby... I told you so" before letting out a weak, cock-drunk giggle. The door jostled and creaked in its frame as Abby pushed and pulled it with all her might. You ground your hips in circles to stroke your g-spot, tiredly lifting your hips up and down the length of the thick cock inside you. You tried to mimic the movements Abby made when she was inside you but your thighs were already starting to burn. You couldn't help but slow down with a tired whimper.

Her voice came loudly through the ruckus, loud enough that you'd have worried the neighbors would hear if you were in your right mind "open the GODDAMN door!" Even when she was furious, Abby's voice never failed to make your pussy drip. Cock drunk and delirious, you giggled and let out through your moans two words that you would live to regret: "make me." The knocking on the door stopped for a moment, and its absence drew you from your reverie. You were startled by the sound of a loud "BANG" against the door that made you scream. Abby had given up on playing nice, bracing her heavy boot against the door and gripping the knob in her hand before pulling and pushing the knob loose in the frame. The door moved forward and back against the frame until you heard a "CRACK." The screws keeping the knob in place had ripped through the weak fibers of the door.

'I'm in danger' you thought as your eyes met Abby's furious gaze. She marched in before yanking you up off your knees by your armpits before slinging you over her shoulder. The obscene pop and the friction as you were pulled off the artificial cock made you shiver and whine at the emptiness. Upside-down and disoriented, you bounced on Abby's shoulder until you were roughly tossed onto the bed.

You scrambled backwards away from Abby, but you were yanked back to her by your ankle. "Spread 'em" she practically growls. Your thighs press together in slight fear but mostly excitement. Tentatively, you begin to spread your legs, but it isn't fast enough for Abby. She grips you by the knees before spreading them wide enough to fit her broad frame in between. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" Abby grumbled with cheeks flushed in anger.

Looking away in shame, you mumble "I was just doing what you said... to do it myself..."

"You should know that I'm the only one who can make you come," Abby said, "but you're too cock hungry to remember, aren't you? Too pathetic and needy that you had to go against me." She raised her palm above her head, before bringing it down sharply on your pussy.

Your yelp of "OW, fuck! Abby wait--" didn't deter her. She wound back again and slapped your wet folds again with a heavy hand. You instinctively jerked away from the sensation and let out a sob. "Baby, please I'm sorryyyy" you choked out.

"If you were really sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place," Abby says and delivers three more hard hits with her open palm. The sound is so filthy, your dripping pussy practically splashing as she hits it and spreads droplets across your inner thighs. Tears bubbled up to the surface as the burn of pain added to the increasing heat of your arousal. You were already sensitive from how you'd fucked yourself, a confusing mix of feelings hurtling you toward your orgasm. Through heaving sobs, you would live to regret your choked out "close..."

You couldn't see Abby's sinister grin through the blur of your tears. She sped up her assault, delivering hard and fast slaps to your twitching pussy. Just as the fire in your core reached a fever pitch with a perfectly placed slap to your clit and a scream, the stimulation was gone. Like a bucket thrown on a fire, your orgasm quickly fizzled out. You tried to clamp your legs closed to get some sort of stimulation, but Abby held your thighs far apart. You sobbed out "Abby... no fair... please, please, please, it's not fair! Come back!"

"What isn't fair is that you touched something that belongs to me" Abby grumbles to you. You trembled in her grip as your orgasm continued to fade away. You wanted to continue begging, but you knew it would get you nowhere. When your sobbing turned to weeping, Abby laid beside you in the bed and pulled you onto her chest. "Good job, baby, you took your punishment so well. Relax and breathe for me, baby, we're all done" she murmured into your ear. Snuggled between Abby's breasts and wrapped tightly in her arms, you drifted off to sleep. Abby peeked down at your snoring face and cradling it in her hand. She placed a soft kiss on your forehead before relaxing into the pillows, lulled to sleep by the sound of your breaths and the rumble of your heartbeat.

[ilikechockymilk]

ㅤㅤSHOW ME HOW GOOD YOU CAN RIDE, YEAH?

series masterlist cooked up what was once a small blurb to something delicious with @andersonfilms kissing you and your brain for your amazing ideas and writing.

warnings: dom!abby, cocky!abby, sub!reader, daddy kink, ass play, anal, choking, fluff, let me know if i’m missing anything else <3

palestine masterpost

plump lips wrap around the sparked joint, head cocked to the side, once blue eyes all hooded and bloodshot red, free hand gripping the flesh of your hip, sinking her nails into the soft skin gently. the deep rumble of her chest, a laugh spluttering from between her lips, and almost choking on the smoke had your head lifting from her chest, to find her looking at you smugly. “s’good?” abby mumbled, her voice raspy and rough around the edges. “yeah, i know it feels good, angel” she answered for you once taking in the fuck out expression you had on your face. “look s’pretty with me stretching you out and keeping you full.”

your voice was barely there, lips swollen, and eyes fluttering with each grind of your hips. so it wasn’t really a surprise to abby when all you could muster up and whimper out was a broken, “abby” your hands resting on her chest, sinking your nails into her skin as you slowly raise your hips, bouncing up and down on her strap. “s’good.”

abby quirks her eyebrow up, licks her lips, and carefully grinds her hips upwards with a smirk forming on her face. “can’t even think straight can you, as long as you’ve got something filling you up, you’re not a brat anymore. that’s all you wanted, hm? me filling you up and taking whatever you want?” she’s cocky, unwarranted she is cocky all the time, but more when she’s fucking you. 

“y-yes..” you moaned in response. walls fluttering and tightening around her cock, lips parting with a sudden whimper that has the blonde’s blood rushing to her skull when abby’s bucking her hips up, fucking up into you when you grind down. “yes yes” you’re chanting like a mantra as you meet her thrusts, hooded eyes fluttering open to find her smugly watching you, lips wrapped around the joint again, inhaling and blowing the smoke over your face. “daddy” 

“c’mon baby, you can ride my cock better than that.” abby slaps your ass, wishing she could watch it move but the view of your tits will be just enough for now. “be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock like you mean it before i fuck you like i mean it.”

squeezing the flesh of your ass in her hand, abby can’t help but laugh at you, watching you drag yourself up and down her cock, the thick veins rubbing deliciously at your walls. “abs, s’too much,” you mumbled, pressing one of your hands against her chest and bouncing harder. your thighs slowly starting to burn.

abby to sits up, joint in one hand, taking a drag out of it. “you call this riding? slam yourself on me, yeah? want you to split my pussy on daddy’s cock.” her other hand teasing your puckered hole as she slips her finger tip in, instantly you clench around her. “isn’t this what you want? my dirty slut, stuffed and completely fucked. hm, give me your best, babygirl.” abby slowly pushes her finger in, thrusting inside your asshole as you grip onto her strong shoulders, the blunt of your fingernails puncturing skin. 

“abby, it feels—” you take a breather, focusing on the feeling of her thick finger stretching your ass. an incoherent moan, a soft twitch in your body as you fully seat yourself. the girth of it nearly kissing your cervix. “big, too big.” 

“too big? wasn’t too big for you last night when you were beggin’ for me for hours. begging me to fill both your holes like the slut you are, to fuck you until you could only remember my name,” abby listed, placing the joint in the ashtray beside her and gripping your hip tightly with her free hand. “s’never too big for my baby, hm?”

“touch your clit, baby. want you to touch yourself while you fuck yourself on my cock while i fuck this pretty fucking ass.” once her entire finger slips inside, she teases you with another. a simple nod of your head, and a faint whisper of yes, is the only confirmation she craves, given to her on a silver platter. 

an offering she welcomes at the table of sinners. 

“so fucking dirty—” she laughs, she can feel you coat her fingers, wet and slippery. abby’s thumb drags on the part of your cunt she can reach, collecting your juices as she fills your ass completely. “something like this, yeah?” 

instinctively, your hands latch onto her throat. fingernails digging as you claw the porcelain skin, marking what belongs to you. what will always belong to you, her. “daddy, i’m—” you're so close and with the help of her fingers you’ll be there before you have a second to catch your breath. 

you gaze at her bloodshot blues, the smirk on her pink, swollen lips. enticing you but you’re too fucked to move yourself closer. all you can do is to fuck her like it’s the last time you ever will. “i know, angel. s’close and ready to cum for me.” applying more pressure to her throat, abby gasps, cunt weeping at the choked airway. 

“that’s my girl, shit—” pressing your forehead against her, your hot breath kissing abby’s lips. she smiles as you close your eyes, mouth open as you moan out and it’s all because of her. “my girl. fuck, my sweet angel, are you gonna cum for me? yeah? gonna soak my cock, and my fingers. mhm, want it all over me.” 

abby takes another drag, a high that can’t quite be compared to how you’re making her feel right now. the claim of possession pushes you over the edge. “daddy, i’m gonna cum. oh god, fuck my ass, like that.” the white rush hits your body like a freight chain, abby wraps her arms around you as you center yourself to her. 

tears spring to your eyes, it feels so good. too good. 

“look at me, babygirl. let me see them while you cum.” you look at her, following her command and falling deeper than you have before me. there’s no saving you now. you’ll be tethered to this moment for as long as you live,

just hers. 

always and forever hers. 

[ilikechockymilk]

[ilikechockymilk]

[ilikechockymilk]

butch and masc are not interchangeable butch and masc are not interchangeable butch and masc are not interchangeable butch and masc are not interchangeable

[ilikechockymilk]

stone butch! sevika fucking you from behind.

overstimulation, squirting, talking u through it, pwop,

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

”breathe for me sweetheart,” sevika says bending herself over your back, her fingers circling your clit as you back yourself onto them, begging for her to stuff you full of her thick fingers. “can’t fill you up baby you’re so fuckin tight,” sev moans her fingers finally circling your wet hole and sinking in when you take a deep breath, “how are you still clenching so tight on me, fuck,” you’re yelping when she sinks in to the hilt and curls her fingersband stills them on your gspot.

she kisses down your back and ass and goes to suck on your clit, gently tapping on your spot until she feels you start to leak down her hand. your girlfriend is moaning loudly at the taste, the feeling of your gummy walls getting slippery. “there we go angel, get that pretty cunt nice and leaky for me,” sevika moans kissing your ass cheeks and spanking.

you whine and curse when sevika holds your hips still, her fingers grinding and rutting into your cunt with the movement of her hips.“please, fuck oh my god, I’m so close please vika,” you whine trying to back into her.

your lover chuckles and allows her thumb to rub over your clit softly, “aw you gonna cum already? god you’re pathetic sweetheart, fuck,”. sevika pulls her fingers out just a little bit to give you friction before she’s sinking back into you, whining lowly at the way you’re grinding your ass into her.

sevika can feel you clenching and leaking onto her wrist and your thighs and you’re so slippery and needy and she needs more. presses her hips against your soft ass and feeling herself get wetter as she fucks you, her fingers rutting in deep and slow, rubbing your gspot and your clit — “m’close, m’gon cumfuck sev please” you’re so drunk on her, on the way she treats you.

“yeah baby? you gonna cum again? look so pretty when you do,” she moans, her other hand coming to grab your hair and push the side of you face into the pillows as she gets on one knee and starts to hump you. “oh god yes,” you yelp, your heartbeat in your throat as sevika quickens her pace, nodding her head “yeah sweetheart, just cum f’me, know it feels so good, must feel so good being full of me huh?”

your face heats up at her words, with your back arching she somehow is able to reach just that little bit deeper so you’re groaning and drooling into the pillows, her fingers scissoring and stretching you for her cock, pumping in and out of you so fast you have to reach back and hold onto her thigh, nails making marks and sevika moans at the feeling.

“come on baby, gonna fill you with my cock just one more for me,” and you’re cumming whining and pushing against her hand, gripping the sheets as you near scream into them. her hand is wet with your cum and she sucks on her fingers moaning and choking herself on them.

you hardly have time before sevika’s filling you with her strap, cussing under her breath around her fingers, her eyes scrunching shut as you start to bounce yourself on her cock.

“there we go honey, yeah doing so good f’me, tell me how it feels,” she moans gripping your hips and bucking into you.

“feels,” you swallow your drool and moan, eyes rolling back in your head when she spears into your gspot - “fuck! sev you’re gonna make me cum again,” you gasp

“that’s exactly what I want baby, fuck look at you drooling over my cock, good girl,” your girlfriend praises you, spitting over the place her strap is spearing into you, so close to cumming herself watching you moan into the pillows and arch your back and bite your lips, eyes rolling back in your head.

“come on, cum for me sweetheart,”

“shit! fuck fuck aah,” you’re groaning and squirting onto the sheets as Sevika rubs your clit, strumming and humping into you until she’s cumming as well, gripping your hips tight and laying herself over you as your knees collapse and you fall flat onto the bed.

❤️‍🔥🏷️ @archangeldyke-all @sexysapphicshopowner @sevsbaby @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprincezz @opropheticsoul @ariariarr

[ilikechockymilk]

(had this ask for soft dom abby talking you through it but I can’t find it — to that anon, I luv u 😵‍💫) + with a ddlg ask but I add the term, I don’t really write for the kink :)

praise-degradation, subspace, squirting, edging, lots n lots of petnames, strap referred to as cock

“can’t - fuck! abby,” you near yell, your voice breaking and those are the only things you’ve been able to say since she started teasing you with a vibrating wand and her tongue and her fingers.

“you can, baby yes you can take it because you’re my good girl,” abby kisses your inner thighs and starts to make marks, her fingers slowing down as she feels you pulsating erratically on her fingers, turning off the vibe until you’re squirming and whining and begging for her.

“please let me, let me cum daddy please,” you whimper, your fingers tightening in her hair, she’d been bringing you deliciously close to the edge and then slowing to a stop — watching your pussy clench and throb as she moans and goes to eat you out. and she’s repeated the cycle four times now and you’d already groaned and screamed into your forearm until your voice was hoarse.

“oh baby, you’re taking it so well —“ she kisses up your stomach, suckling on your nipples and teasing and pinching them with her calloused fingers. “let me stretch you out yeah? stuff you full of my cock,” abby mumbles into your neck as she lines her strap up with your leaky cunt and edges in slow.

hearing you whine and whimper your back arching as you splay yourself out for her has her groaning and biting down on your shoulder as she sinks in, the sound of your pussy squelching around her giving her butterflies,

“daddy, daddy oh my god,” you’re crying into her ear and abby kisses over your moaning mouth sucking on your tongue, “there’s my girl,” abby mutters.

“I know baby, I know that feels so good huh? yeah you love me getting so fucking deep, and you look so fucking pretty takin it sweetpea,” you swallow haphazardly, struggling to hold on to your voice and melting into wordless moans as her hand gently closes over your throat. “ah fuck look at you, getting so stupid and sloppy for me,”

her hips bucking into you at a dizzying pace and abby stops hiding her face in the nook of your neck, making marks on your shoulder to press her forehead against yours.

“oh jesus you look like a fucking angel, all fucked out,” when she opens her eyes she’s fucking shivering, about to cum from the sight of your face scrunched up, your pouty mouth moaning wordlessly, open wide and begging to be stuffed with her fingers, your eyes trying to open in rolling back with her every thrust.

“look at me honey,” abby bucks harder into you, “come on baby i know you’re not that stupid - open your eyes,” you try and can only squint at her, your brows furrowing, “good baby - doin so good for me, come on wanna see you cum,” abby moans getting on her knees and fucking into you, pulling you down on her cock with her other hand on your waist.

at her command your start to tighten, abby spits on her fingers and rubs circles onto your clit, your back is arching as you whimper out, grabbing for her, everywhere and anywhere she could reach.

“yeah, oh yeah I can see it in your fuckin face - cum for me baby,” you whine as your thighs start to shake, your sensitive walls fluttering around her strap at her words, take her deeper, abby pulls your knees up to her shoulders, your feet on her back as she presses into you.

a scream tears from your throat as abby bucks and fucks into the most perfect spot, “oh my sweet angel you look so fucking good, give me your cum baby, want you gushing all over me fuck!-“ abby groans gutterally as you start to squirt, your cum spilling onto the sheets and spraying from you as you whine and shake. trying and failing to catch your breath, “daddy,” the only word you cling on to like you’re clinging to her. nails scratching down her shoulders as she fucks you through your orgasm.

“well done baby,” abby praises you, kissing your forehead and giving you a few teasing thrusts as she kisses your mouth and pulls out, moaning at the wet sounds of your sticky pussy. “did so fucking good for me, my sweet angel,” she moan, abby kicks her strap off and lets you curl into her, holding tight and sobbing into her chest.

“okay, you’re okay honey, did so good for me,” she kisses your forehead, runs her fingertips up and down your spine, rubbing your skin and bringing you into your body. “come back to me baby, I know it feels so good,”

“t-too good,” you gasp out and abby pulls you close to her, kissing every spot she can reach, “did so good for me sweetpea, I’m so proud of you - giving me your pleasure like that, my perfect girl,” you start to steady your breaths again, hers fanning your face and your slowly unfurl, coming to kiss abby’s mouth.

“you okay? you back with me?” abby asks and nod slow, still dazed and a small giggle falls from you, your head lolling back, “feel so good daddy,” you mutter, kissing her again and abby chuckles, “oh you’re real deep in there, okay baby, yeah - m’so glad you feel good.”

🙏🏷️ @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprincezz

[ilikechockymilk]

farmhand!abby who practically has you by the palm of her calloused hand, pressed against the back of your barn doors as if you’re not the one who owns the land it stands on. the flimsy white tank top shoved up to your chest as swollen, pink lips suck your nipple into her mouth, rolling her tongue over the sensitive area. she lets you get lost in the sensation, her soft hum vibrating against your body as she descends. appreciating every aspect you have to offer, on display, just for her. 

before you have time to catch up, abby makes swift work of your jeans, shoving the denim down to your ankles. “is this what you wanted all along, sweetheart?” you nod reverently, too choked up to form a coherent thought. she pushes your panties to the side, exposing your perfect pussy to her. “yeah, just need me to fuck you, huh? you should have just asked me when we met.”

she cowers to her knees free hand making home on your soft thigh, fingertips running aimlessly on the skin she would sink into, possibly forever. carefully, you sink into her golden waves, looking down as you admire sun-kissed skin and the freckles adorning her kissable cheeks.

"i was, um, nervous. just a little bit." you mutter, watching as her pearly white dips into her bottom lip. "pretty girl like you has nothing to be worried about. not with me." soft she kisses your inner thighs, neighboring where you crave her the most.

"well you did hire me, guess the boss didn't wanna fuck their employee, until now?" you nod, the corners of your mouth quirk up.

"but i can't say i haven't been jealous in the past you know? all those women never seemed like they could take care of you, certainly didn't sound like it." you blush at the intrusion, but you’re entrance by her bright blues looking up at you. 

“let me show you how you deserve to be fucked, hm? not those city slickers you like to bring around. now, be a good girl for me and take what i’m gonna give you. how does that sound, darling?” you nod again but it isn't enough for her.

"use you words, sweetheart. tell me what i need to hear." abby commands and you're eager to oblige.

"yes ma'am."

"good girl, baby. looks like someone deserves a reward. not stopping until you're coming all over my pretty face, alright?" all it takes is one light flick of her tongue and you're falling into her trance, sinfully and forever hers. 

[ilikechockymilk]

obsessed with the idea of kassandra being a larger than life myth of the brotherhood to the point where assassins debate her presence in the historical timeline. meanwhile kassandra is in the room