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flowersforvi · 2 days
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Oooooh ur gonna write breeding kink Abby ooooh ur hypnotised oooooooooo
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well. yes! combined a few other reqs in this and i didn’t feel bothered to ss it at all. oopsies :3.
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imagine abby on top of you, rubbing her messy wet cunt against yours. she’s gliding her thumb gently onto your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your plump lips.
she has no remorse for how slow she's going either, she's making sure all of her is going right into your pretty pussy.
abby just had a way of words when she got all riled up like this. usually, she’s such a sweet, loving girl to you, showing you with praises, and compliments always.
“'sfuckin' good mama, gonna get this cunt all full of my cum— get you pregnant."
fuck, the way she talked to you made even more desperate for her. she leaned down to your ear, letting out a light breath before saying poisonous words.
“oh— fuck. i know you like this, getting used ‘n fucked for my pleasure. you’re so good baby, such a good fuckin’ girl.”
she’ll always make you feel like the most important girl always.
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r3starttt · 2 days
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STREET RACER!ABS
nsfw | read this before or DNI
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Legs wide open, resting on top of Abby’s shoulders. Cold breeze hitting your bare thighs and a soft shinning illuminating the beautiful scene in between your legs, hitting right behind Abby’s back who kept her pretty half leaded eyes completely focused on your cunt. Her hands kept caressing your legs, running her cold palm up and down the sides of your upper thighs. Calloused fingers making small circles around your knees causing your skin to flourish.
You, on the other side, were trying your best to hold your weight. Head resting on your shoulders and elbows resting on wherever you had space. Muffled whines coming out of your lips and chest pumping up and down rapidly. You caught her slicing a cautionary glare at you, she needed to hear you so desperately, and you needed to please her with it, you loved it. Yet, the idea of someone hearing wasn’t quite the best scenario, not since she’d just won another race and people would do anything to ruin that luck of hers.
“Can’t baby, y’ know we - fuck - can’t” your words came out almost as a reflex, so fast however audible enough. Abby groaned, abruptly moving away from your cunt. You frowned as a response, amusedly watching her hands run from your legs to her face, cleaning your juices off. Her sudden change of demeanor elicited a quick sigh out of you, confused at what to do. Her eyes kept locked on yours, until she wasted no more time, grabbing you by the waist to drag you closer.
Abby tilted her head to the side, humorlessly clicking her tongue “come here”. You obeyed, noticing her pushing her sleeves up to her elbows “m’ just thanking you for making me win, lemme making up to you” her hand found its way to your cheek, passing her index and middle finger over it until they got to the sides of your lips. “please, angel”
You opened your mouth enough to let her put her fingers inside, nodding quietly. “wanna hear you too” her weight got suddenly noticed by your pretty much fucked brain, you could feel her knee in between your legs. It was torture to not close them, the friction was right there and you needed it.
Right as she pleased, you let out a moan, feeling her fingers pressing down your tongue slowly moving them away. She chuckled at you, bit mockingly but just enamored by the sight, by the reward of her hard work. You looked so desperate, and the only thing containing her to look the same was exactly how bad you needed her. It was the least she could do, put you first.
Abby opened her mouth, leaning closer to the side of your neck while her fingers kept running down your body, taking her time to spread your saliva down your body. Wet kisses were left down your neck, until your clavicle and then up your jawline. Your sight so far was her now loosen strands from the usual slicked braid she did for the races, gently brushing over your face.
Soft pleads kept brushing your lips, accompanied by her name desperately mumbled. Your eyes were either open and flickering or closed so tight it made all worse, you could feel your walls clenching around the emptiness she’d left on you every time her lips pressed on your skin “I know princess, I know”
Her fingers finally made contact with your slit, eliciting a cocky smile on her face at how socked you are. Her fingers ran up and down your cunt, slowing her movements whenever she got to your clit. Until nor you or her could wait anymore, it was equally torturous for both. Both her fingers slid until your arousal, pluming them in and out at enough speed to make you want to pull away from how overstimulated you were already.
Her kisses change to ones more sloppy, making a mess with her own saliva all over your body. Sucking and tasting every inch of your skin and then back to your mouth to not only hear but feel your pretty moans and whimpers. She responds equally, whining at your taste and feeling under her, at how you clench around her fingers, how you try to close your legs to do your best and make this last as long as possible for both. “so pretty f’ me ángel, so good”
Bucking your hips to ride her fingers, your hands grip the back of her hair, tucking at her braid. She tries to pick up her pace as much as she can but the pure image of pleasing you makes her wet to her knees. And the way you grip her hair, god you know how to treat her good.
She knows you won’t last any longer, otherwise you wouldn’t be so focused on her, on trying to make yourself be aware of something else that isn’t her fingers pumping in and out of you. She can sense your stomach tensing under her, your legs rubbing together the whenever you get the chance. “cum f’ me princess, yeah?”
A vulgar moan is head out your open lips, which she silences with her own lips, taking advantage of how fucked up you are to free herself from your grip on her braid. Abby can feel her fingers getting covered by your slick, nonetheless she keeps moving them even after you’ve finished, after your thighs and her expensive leather sit are all covered by it. She couldn’t care any less about all that when she has you underneath her like this.
The kiss is nasty, so sloppy and wet, but god it feels so good. Seeing her all pussydrunk, tasting her and now feeling all that adrenaline she’s been keeping for today, it’s the best reward for you. A satisfied sheepish smile appears on both your faces, finally feeling her fingers out of you.
She cleans herself on your thighs before crawling away from you, being stopped by your weak arms wrapping around her one last time “love you” you murmur, wandering your eyes all over her face “love you too, angel”
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guacemolyarts · 2 days
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ellie speed paint that i did bc i missed her
pls credit me if u repost
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ladyblackbirdart · 1 day
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Western Abby Anderson
Admittedly I’m too lazy to finish the background but I like how the rest came out 🫶🏻 You can see the full piece below the cut (I’m probs not gunna finish it 😭)
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elliesprettygirl · 1 day
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Can you do Abby or Ellie comforting a girlfriend with bad knees? Like kissing your knees and helping distract you while you wait for the Advil to kick in.
oh abby would be so gentle with you omg we've seen her with lev, that woman is a softie.
i can see her with furrowed brows, hiding her worry behind soft eyes as she walks over to you with some water. you're sitting on the edge of the bed, a pout clouding your features as you play with the bright pill in your hand, your pained eyes looking up when she approaches. you gratefully take the glass and down the tablet with the help of a sip of water, handing it back to her afterwards. a tired breath slips past your lips as you simply sit and wait for the advil to work its magic on you and ease your discomfort.
the blonde gently places one of her big hands on your arm, squeezing it lightly before she crouches down in front of you, her head tilting to the side as her blue eyes meet yours, "now we wait." she keeps her tone soft in hopes that, somehow, her calmness would succeed in reassuring you.
"now we wait." you sigh again. despite having to deal with the pain pretty often, it never hurts any less.
you hear your girlfriend hum in thought, "should i kiss it better?" a tiny, playful smile curves the corners of her mouth as you watch her head dip down until it reaches your legs, her long braid slightly sliding to the side. you can't help but grin when you feel her plump lips meet your right knee, careful not to add any pressure to your sore body. then, you watch abby's blue eyes dart up to your face, her smile widening before she plants another feather-like kiss on your other knee; the palms of her hands rest on your calves, thumbs slowly stroking your skin. "better?"
you nod at her question, a chuckle escaping you as you momentarily forget why you were upset to begin with, the warmth of her affection pushing the pain aside for a while "a little bit."
she mirrors your nod, "alright, what else can we do?" she asks, tapping your legs, "should i carry you around? i'm strong enough for that." once again, her tone carries that playfulness that lifts your mood— knowing she's trying to help you as well as she can makes your heart melt in your chest.
you laugh at her antics, "i'd take advantage of that." she simply shrugs, a 'so what?' written all over her face.
she then pushes herself up to her feet. the soft palms of her hands find your cheeks, tilting your head upwards so she can leave a kiss on your forehead. "how about something to eat? food always helps."
you find yourself chuckling once again, your amused gaze locked in on her caring one, the pain more bearable when you have abby anderson to comfort you.
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PALESTINE MASTERPOST and HELP WITH A CLICK + ISRAELI THEMES IN TLOU
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astralnymphh · 3 days
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abby is a morningtime maniac— for those who oversleep! ascribe it to this: fumbling your sleep schedule because you fret over the daylight worries that somehow slipped past dawn and happened to cling to your brain and pester you to disquietude? or you've merely acquired a schedule viable for rot because of that all-consuming addiction to the little handheld screen in your trained palm? so now, half past the time abby has set your alarm to ring at— you're still snoozing? not on her watch. "hey— wake up, loads of stuff to do today, remember?" muggy of her breath and tinted with a slight grog in the pit of her throat, a thumb traces the dip below your lip, nudging your head left to right softly as spring's greenest day— but to no avail, "gosh, we seriously need to get your schedule in check." a scoff dusts her lips, then— she relents, "no choice it is then, got it." and by asudden weightlessness, two stouts of arms weasel beneath the curves of your backside and crane you into her chest, and the swift deprive of gravity feels as though an empty cosmos has grown below you, and like that— you're awake. "what the— abby?" you squint, double take your surroundings, squint some more, the face of your beloved muscle machine blurry. yet after a few blinks, you think you gauge a quarter-moon smile, and some chuckled tongue-in-cheek retort rushing to your ears, "didn't seem like you we're going to wake up anytime soon, what, stayed up all night on me again? hmph, you dork."
DAILY CLICK . READ THIS . PALESTINE MASTERPOST
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deadbolted · 2 days
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━━ 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑.
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౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): abby anderson x fem!reader
౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW (mdni 18+), cursing, heavy petting, fingering, & cheating (don’t do it!)
౨ৎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫��: abby knew what she was doing was wrong, but it can’t be that wrong if it feels that right, right?
౨ৎ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 421
౨ৎ masterlist / navigation
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abby knew this was wrong, but she couldn’t seem to stop it.
owen was waiting for her back at her place, he’d probably made plans to have dinner and a movie — and here she was, eyes rolled back, moaning your name.
“does he touch you like this?” you ask, snapping her out of her pleasureful haze. she shakes her head, too blissed out to form a coherent sentence.
waiting for her response, you slow your fingers, “answer me.”
“no! never.”
satisfied with her answer, your fingers begin to pump in and out of her again, her pussy clenching around your fingers.
“oh fuck”
you reach down and begin to rub tight circles on her clit, causing her muscular thighs to tense up. you stare down at her, eager to watch her cum for you. you loved this view of her, so submissive and desperate for release. her abs glistened with a thin layer of sweat, and her mouth hung open in pleasure.
“does he fuck you like i do?” you question, already knowing the answer.
in the 2 years that you had been friends in the WLF base, abby had complained about her boyfriend’s inability to satisfy her dozens of times. that inability eventually led her here, to your bed, to your pleasure.
“no! s’only you. make me feel so good”
abby knew she should feel guilty, and after she came down from her high she did. but in this moment, while you fucked her on your fingers and groped her breasts like owen never did, that nagging shame seemed to disappear.
“fuck you’re squeezin’ my fingers so tight. y’wanna cum?” you ask, working your thumb on her clit.
“please, wanna cum for you!” she sobs, thighs shaking in anticipation of her orgasm. just as you’re about to give her permission, her phone rings from it’s spot on your bedside table.
you freeze, only momentarily before continuing to work your fingers in and out of her leaking hole. the sound of her phone startles her, and the fact that you don’t stop startles her even more.
“it’s him. shit…hold on a second” she requests, reaching for her phone.
when she notices you haven’t stopped your relentless pace, she furrows her brows. “baby, please.” she reaches for your hand to remove it, but you slap her hand away. you have no intention of stopping until she’s squirting on your fingers.
instead, you decide to mess with her, and that stupid boyfriend of hers.
“answer it.”
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౨ৎ 𝐚/𝐧: been thinkin this one up for weeks. idk how i feel about it tho!
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k3n-dyll · 2 days
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Its always "Abby laying pipe (strap)" and never "Strapping Abby down" fr :(
I love dom!Abby. I want to her to plow me as much as the next dyke. But as much as I hate the boat scene cus Ow*n is there... SHE CANONICALLY TAKES IT FROM THE BACK AND I FEEL LIKE WE ARENT TALKING ABOUT THAT ENOUGH??? Y'ALL??
Watching as her toned back arches down every time you bury your strap into her? Reaching an arm around her and rubbing her twitching, sensitive clit? (cus that man sure as hell didnt)
Slapping and groping her ass and watching it jiggle a little every time your hips slam into her? Seeing her try and muffle her pretty whines by pressing her face to the pillow, but of course having none of that shit and yanking her up by her braid so you can hear every little peep she makes? Like hello??
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mystellenia · 1 day
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giving ellie a hoodie full of kisses ୨ৎ
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summary: you paint a hoodie with kisses for ellie, and the gesture flusters her.
content: nothing much, just ellie being shy
notes: answer to this req!! i'm trying a new format of posts. sometimes i see people do not quite hcs but also not quite a normal, paragraph-formatted fic. its like this in between of bullet points????? idk let me know if yall like it
(wc 0.6 k)
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after spending an hour on painting your lips and pressing them to the cloth of the hoodie you'd gotten for ellie, you sat back and examined your work
you had to admit: the hoodie looked beautiful. but! you did not!!!! your lips were stained red from the paint, your back hurt from hunching over to kiss the hoodie, and you'd probably ingested about an ounce of red40!!! (i know red 40 is in food but let me be silly)
after washing the paint that had gotten on your skin off in the sink, you ironed the sweatshirt to seal the paint in (don't ask me how that works bc idk i just saw it on tiktok like 10 mins ago)
and now we wait for ellie to come home!!
when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them. one day she's gonna take a step and they're gonna turn into a cloud of dust i swear
anyway you're sitting on the couch with your phone in your lap, the painted sweatshirt folded into a square with the kisses hidden inside. she walks towards you and gives you a lil kissy kiss on the forehead like hiiii
you get all smiley because you're excited for her to see the sweatshirt and she gets all suspish.... like what's so funny....
sooooooo.... you tell her you made her something and unfold the hoodie and hold it up to your body so she can see the full thing. and she would soooo get all beet red, like, "...you made this for me?"
and you're like "yes of course do you like it queen" then she gets over the like flusteredness (????(actually i revoke my ???? bc i just made that a word)) and gets so happi like yayyy!!!!
then she looks all confused at your lips and is like "is that why your lips look so severely chapped and red?"
and you get mad so you take away kiss privileges so she does the only reasonable thing which is putting you in a headlock to force kiss you
would definitely immediately put it on and go look in the mirror at her with it on. she'll start geeking and thank you and all that jazz
she would wear that shit 24/7. sleeping working showering shitting ANYWHERE best believe she has that hoodie on. and you tell her its been like 2 weeks of her wearing it nonstop so she needs to wash it but she refuses bc she doesn't want the kisses to start fading. u wash it anyway bc its dirty and she cold shoulders you for about 30 mins before she sees some dumb reel she just has to show you (me fr).
i feel like she's a hot sleeper--like she gets too hot at night to wear the hoodie but she still wants it so she'll just hold it as a baby blanket of sorts and Whatnot.
wait very unrelated but does anyone have a baby blanket that they've had for so long its like basically just threads thats so funny
but overall she loves it. she likes to kiss the kiss prints you made on the sweatshirt bc it's "like kissing you."
there was one time she couldn't find it for like 2 days (because you'd washed it since she never does) and she tried to act all nonchalant and unaffected like she wasn't about to start tweaking and like twitching
then you gave it to her all calm because it was literally just in the wash and she was like "what😨😨😨 where did you find it😨😨😨" and you just tell her it was in the wash and shes like "oh that makes sense"
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pls im so sorry. before i say anything i would like to formally apologize to the anon who submitted the ask for this bc this is so shit. you ask me for a product and this is how i repay you!! shame on me. please dilly dally on over to my asks and ask me something else so i can actually, i don't know, do a good job!! this ask was cute tho u ate with that
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i hate this i hate this i hate this! wow i hate this format so much this is the first and last time i will be doing this!!! i’m only posting this bc its been like a week since i last posted and the citizens will soon revolt, which the city's defenses cannot afford!! we're about to run out of wheat like times are getting tough. maybe i should just try just headcanons 🤔
can you tell i was fighting demons to not make this my normal vocab and format. like just look at this sentence and how it progresses: "when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them." the way that sentence progresses is just the silly demons taking over and also my coping mechanism for grimacing at how much i hate this format
like i just couldnt take myself seriously. "yes of course do you like it queen" HELLO??? WHY DID I TYPE THAT but i will not be fixing and/or deleting it bc its making me giggle
dont get me wrong some of you ladies chew it up but i am made for unreasonably long and time consuming fics!!! i’m getting heated too bc not only is this so short and quick to do but it also takes less focus and brain power and ofc i had to make things hard for myself and hate it!!! i’m soooooooooooo silly
edit: wait i would like to clarify that i just hate this because perhaps i’m not used to it. if you guys like this maybe i'll do more bc i follow the clout always 💯
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caprinyres · 3 days
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the whole time i was watching this, all i thought was "Ellie and Abby coded" 😭😭
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ellslvr · 3 days
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━━ matching tattoo
pairing : platonic ellabs x reader
warnings : tattoo, getting drunk/high (not specific), idk
a/n : if you've seen this bfr, its bcs this is a repost
dividers : @idontgetanysleep
DAILY CLICK
DONT BUY TLOU
WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE
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okay but what if roommate!ellabs and reader get a matching tattoo???? like HELLO THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE???NO???
just imagine how the three of you are drunk/high one night and you see ellie's tattoo and blurt out "we should get a matching tattoo, the three of us".
"fuck yeah" ellie said and abby just agreeing with ellie.
and there you are with ellie and abby beside you, walking down the street in the middle of the night trying to look for an open tattoo shop.
luck is on your side because you find it after 20 minutes have passed.
as the three of you walk in, the tattooist asks you what brings you guys here and ellie rambles about it and the tattoo artist can only nod and chuckles upon hearing the story.
after the tattooist has done their job, the three of you now have matching tattoos and from that point, if anybody asks any of you about the tattoo, you could talk about your two favourite people.
the next morning came with sounds of groans and when the three of you notices the tattoo on each other all you guys could say is "what the fuck, when did you get a tattoo".
after the memories from last night slowly come back to your pretty head, the three of you just laugh at the impulsive thoughts win.
the three of you didn't regret it though.
i was thinking that you have an earth shape tattoo, as for abby the sun and ellie the moon.
because both abby and ellie revolve around you, the earth.
and also because abby reminds me of the sun as ellie reminds me of the moon.
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REMINDER !!
that neil is a zionist and therefore dont buy his games, doesnt matter remastered or not !!!
before you leave, have you DONATE TO PALESTINE today? ITS FREE TOO !!
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ukigun · 1 day
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੭୧ abby abby abby abby !!
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gosh what i’d give for her ⏜︵⏜
the prettiest girl, her little nose bump is too adorable i could just die on the spot!! soso badly wanna kiss her ᵔ⤙ᵔ
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slowly starting to hate ellie williams bc of how the fandom treats her
and im not talking about all the thirsting and calling her hot (she is hot), its the way she gets so wildy mischaracterised BECAUSE shes hot
like ellies a bitch!! and her morals and ideals are fucked and shes losing all empathy and shes going crazy but thats why i love her and thats what makes her such a good and interesting character
but when you take that all away and try to excuse her actions or baby her or god forbid call her a hey mamas masc lesbian bc of how she looks immediately she becomes such an unappealing protagonist
and the double standards of excusing her actions bc she lost her dad and then hating abby bc "she killed joel" ABBYS DAD ALSO DIED???? u just unlocked the whole plot of tlou good job r the pieces making sense yet??
idk ellie is just becoming annoying to me now and idk if i can be saved i recognise how great of a character she is but yall r tweakin out 😞
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k1ngpin42 · 18 hours
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Santa Barbra Abby, any version of Abby in general makes me go absolutely feral. When people ask why I like Santa barbra sm, this is why.
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umm....the holster around her thigh??? Literally crush me with it, like I remember seeing Abby choke that Seraphite who strung Abby and Yara up between her thighs and I thought to myself, that wouldn't be a bad way to die.
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Her fingers ahhhhh.
Hopefully this brings some of my Abby fans back haha. Might post some Abby headcannons if yk yk ;)
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ellabstruther · 3 days
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PLEASE does anyone know of the fic where the reader is in seattle with ellie and dina and she gets split up, then abby shows up and ends up fucking the reader with her gun 💀💀 i remember reading it a while ago and now i cant find it so lmk
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lizzieisright · 1 day
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Stop the world (I wanna get off with you)
masc!reader x fem!Abby
Palestine: what can you do
Summary: You're tired of all this mandatory social stuff during another charity gala you attend. You watch Abby and wish for the time to stop so you two can have a moment.
Tags: Rich reader wears tuxedo, no other descriptions otherwise. Abby wears a dress (and she looks fucking stunning). For smut in the second half: fingering (r!abby), oral (r!abby), no power dynamics.
Notes: I blame Arctic Monkeys for this. (it wasn't even supposed to have smut, but I got carried away.)
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It's been two hours since the gala started. You don't like those things: your social battery dies after the fifth person starts small talking with you - but you visit them anyway. It's for the greater good and you love charity, especially since your successful business lets you earn more money than you'd ever need in this lifetime - so you put them to work.
There's also two other, smaller reasons why you visit these events, and they're personal to you.
The first reason is vain. It's an excuse to wear the finest tuxedo you have - even though right now your bow-tie is undone and lies on your collarbone quite fashionably, and you can't be bothered to stand up from your seat as you nurse your non-alcoholic drink and stare at the most expensive pair of leather shoes you own. You're tired and ready to go home, but you catch the glimpse of yourself in the mirror and smirk - you look hot. Hot and rich. Your ego can’t get bigger.
The second reason has been going around the room talking to people and laughing, holding a glass of champagne and barely drinking from it. 
The second reason is wearing a gorgeous silk golden dress that shows off her cleavage, her shoulders, her waist and her long legs. Her hair is plaited into a fluffy braid which makes it look weightless and beautiful. Your second reason looks like an amazonian goddess and you can’t take your eyes off of her. 
You kinda wish the world would just stop for the two of you. 
Abby catches your gaze and smiles - you smile back and raise your glass. You don’t want to go and talk - she is really the only person you like in this room - and you’d prefer to have your conversation private; although getting Abby alone isn't easy to do when she is working. Abby chuckles at your tortured expression but goes back to the conversation, nods as she listens. 
Abby is magnificent and you admire her for what she does: she is very successful for her age, one of the leading doctors in the hospital that is hosting the gala. It’s rare when you could see her in anything else than scrubs, let alone a beautiful dress, and you don’t even feel bad about it - Abby wears scrubs because she helps people. She saves lives. All these fancy dinners and galas and dresses are tools for her to help her cause - to create more charity programs, to get medication more accessible, to get medical care accessible. There are no words to describe your admiration for Abby, but you hope your actions show enough. 
So you don't distract Abby from doing her work, but keep watching her from afar, enjoying her every move, every curve that this dress shows, every flick of her braid and every sparkle of her eyes. She is just so fucking beautiful. 
Half an hour later you start to get a little impatient - so you go to the balcony to let your ears rest from the whole buzz around you. You’re tempted to find Abby at this point, but she finds you first. You hear the clicking of her heels on the marble and smile before turning to face her. 
“Hi.” Abby says sweetly and you melt. 
“Hi.” You say almost dreamily, as if you can't believe she is here. 
You take your jacket off to put it around her shoulders, and Abby blushes, beautiful pink highlights her freckles. You watch her in adoration and she blushes harder when she notices the depth of tenderness and love in your eyes.
“You look gorgeous.” You tell her and Abby can’t keep herself from smiling, a little shy. “I’m glad you decided to wear a dress today.”
“If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I would’ve dared to.” Abby says. She is impossibly cute when her youngish shyness takes a hold of her. “I still have to meet some people.” 
“Yeah. We’ve got people to see, places to go. I know.” You chuckle and caress Abby’s cheek reverently. She closes her eyes for a moment, basking in your touch. “I wish we could just stop the world and get off.”
Abby laughs quietly, a melodic sound that feels like home. 
“I love your tuxedo.” Abby admits and toys with the ends of your bow-tie. “It does look better undone.” There’s a small implication of something dark and hot in her words and you feel the fire starting in your lower stomach.
“Love, you’re impossible.” You sigh, not letting yourself gently grab Abby by her hips. Not the time, not the place. “You have to meet some people, remember?”
“Yes.” Abby grins and gives your jacket back. Her perfume and your cologne are now mixed and you love it. “Maybe there is someone you’d like to talk to as well?”
“With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room.” You deadpan and Abby laughs.
You follow Abby inside anyway and now you have her on your arm, her forearm resting on yours. You’re tired, but Abby is tired too, and you support her as she goes on the last round of meeting and talking and telling people about her projects. Abby is very determined and passionate about her work, and you chuckle in your head - you have enough money to spoil Abby for the rest of her life, and you honestly dreamt about it: just having a housewife to take care of - but instead the love of your life is a constantly exhausted overworked doctor who wants the best for people. The irony of the situation never fails to amuse you. 
“It was nice to meet you, Dr. Anderson.” The last person on Abby’s list tells her and you sigh in relief. “You’re doing very important work for all of us.”
“Thank you. It was nice to meet you as well.” Abby smiles politely and you finally walk her away from the crowd.
You put your jacket around Abby’s shoulders again and support her as you lead her to the car. You can’t wait to be home already.
“The night is cold today.” Abby notices when you get in the driver’s seat. You push the temperature higher and turn on the seat heating for Abby. “Thank you.”
“I know you love it when your butt is warm.” You tease her and Abby smacks your thigh lightly. “It’s cute.”
You live in a penthouse with a gorgeous view over the city - Abby felt a little awkward the first few times she came here, this level of luxury wasn't something she was used to even coming from a neurosurgeon's family. Now she calls this place home.
At home you open a bottle of wine and take Abby to the balcony. She looks stunning in the city lights as the wind plays with her hair and the free silk of her dress as she stands leaning on the glass railings. She looks at you and there’s so much tension between you you feel like it’d be a good idea to undo a button on your shirt. Abby’s eyes are piercing and warm, the dark trickle of her pupils follows your hand as you open your shirt. 
You love how it feels as if you took her home for the first time, as if both of you are uncertain how the night will go but you also hope for the same ending. It makes you chuckle when you hand Abby her glass of wine. 
“It reminds me of the night we met.” You tell her and Abby matches your chuckle. “I couldn’t look away from you.”
“You looked so grumpy and you kept staring at me, I thought you didn’t like me.” 
“I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful before.” You take a sip of your wine and Abby blushes. 
She is still not used to being found attractive when she presents more feminine - it took her years to gain confidence when her trained muscled body was enveloped in gentle and fragile silhouettes of dresses. But the night you met you looked at her like she was holy - and you still do - and it definitely helps. 
“I’ve never seen someone so hot being so miserable before.” Abby teases you and you both share a quiet laugh. “I don’t think if it wasn’t for your scandalous donation I would’ve come up to you.”
You remember how fast your heart was beating when Abby approached you to thank you - she was shy but cheerful and you put all effort into making a good impression that night. 
“I love you so much.” You tell Abby and finally put one of your hands on her hip. You rub your thumb over her hip bone and feel like you’re home. 
“I love you too, my antisocial knight with an undone bow-tie.” 
You beam but try to conceal it. 
“My love.” You kiss Abby’s forehead, your lips linger on her skin. “My life.” You kiss her cheek and squeeze her hip a little. You move your mouth down and leave a kiss behind her ear. “My wife.”
Abby giggles and kisses you, her mouth pleasantly cold and you wrap your free arm around her waist to press her closer. Abby feels the fabric of your slacks and your belt buckle through her thin dress and it makes her shudder; she suddenly feels hot. 
“Fuck.” Abby sighs and opens her legs, her golden dress riding up on her hip when she tries to wrap her leg around you. 
You chuckle and kiss her cheek apologetically before moving away. Abby pouts a little and you laugh kindly before you take her glass of wine from her and put both of your glasses on the near table. You don't want to ruin Abby's dress by spilling wine on it, although you wouldn't mind having Abby's perfect body covered in wine so you could like every drop and watch the dark liquid contrast with her light skin.
“Come here.” Abby sighs and you obey, kissing her again and finally hooking her thigh over your hip. 
You push Abby into the railing behind her and she hugs your shoulders while she kisses you back. You moan into her mouth, your hands roam from her waist to her hips, hungry and ready to devour her piece by piece. Only now, when you hold Abby so tightly, you notice that the silk of her dress is smooth under your fingers - there’s not ridges or bumps that would evidence there’s something underneath.
“You’re not wearing underwear?” Abby shudders when she hears your voice drop an octave, desperate. 
“It ruined the look.” Abby shrugs and pushes her cunt into your crotch, the cold silk is so thin she thinks she can grind against your belt buckle and cum just like this. “And now it seems I’m ruining the dress with how wet you got me.”
You growl and kiss Abby again, rough and passionate, not letting her take a breath. You knead her waist and thigh, riding up her dress until the slit is high enough for your hand to slip under, to the wet heat between Abby's thighs. You cup her pussy and kiss her neck, and Abby whimpers quietly. 
“Wanna know what I'm thinking about?” You murmur into her ear while your fingers find her clit and start rubbing it slowly. 
“Yeah.” Abby presses you closer, squeezes your waist as if you will walk away. As if you'd ever leave her.
“That I should've fucked you back on that balcony.” You growl into her ear and chuckle when Abby's hips start moving against your palm. “Should've gotten you dripping and shaking for me. Let you walk around and pretend to be okay while clenching your thighs so your cum wouldn't drip down on the floor.”
“Fuck.” Abby whimpers and her movements become more energetic. “Fuck me, please.” 
“What do you want?” You lick Abby's collarbone and she whines. 
“Fingers.” 
You hum and smear Abby's cum all over her cunt before sinking two of your fingers in. You watch Abby's face as you slowly feed her your fingers: she is beautiful. Her cute little frown, mouth opened but no sound escaping it and crimson red blush on her cheekbones - she is God. Your God. 
“Gorgeous.” You whisper and curl your fingers inside her. 
Abby's pelvis jumps and you giggle, surprised at her sudden sensitivity. You fuck her slowly, carefully - Abby might be big and strong, but she is such a delicate woman. You make sure you treat her as such. 
“I love you.” Abby sighs while her cum drips down your hand and her thigh. 
“I love you too.” You kiss her shoulder lovingly.
You move away just enough to have some space between the two of you, your fingers still slowly fucking Abby's hole and your thumb lazily playing with her clit. Now the world has stopped and you can have her all for yourself. 
You gently brush your fingers over her shoulder and move the strap of the dress down so you could free her tits. Abby helps you and soon the top half of her dress is bundled up at her waist. You lick your lips as you watch Abby's nipples tighten from the wind, her cute little tits are all for your eyes only. 
You lean down and take her left nipple into your mouth, sucking on it gently, and Abby twitches, her cunt fluttering around your fingers. You're still slow - Abby gets so turned on when you take your time with her; the anticipation makes her so much more sensitive. 
“Baby.” Abby whimpers and presses your head closer. “You're so good.” 
You tenderly nip at her nipple and thumb her clit at the same time, and Abby clenches on your fingers.
“Baby, give me one more. Please. Make me full.” 
You buck your hips instinctively at her words, so turned on your brain barely functions by this point. You're not packing today and it's a damn pity, but you don't waste time on thinking about it - instead you take your fingers out fully. 
“You're drenched, love.” You smirk and push three fingers slowly to the hilt. “Take it.” You rasp into Abby's ear as her walls close on your digits.
Abby whimpers and bites her lip, her eyes rolling back from how good you feel inside her. It's a little tight, but Abby loves it, loves how you're stretching her. She loves the feeling of your fingers brushing over her hot walls, your soft fingertips and hard knuckles and the pad of your thumb on her clit. 
You push at Abby's sweet spot to make her moan and she digs her nails into your shoulder, her thighs starting to shake. 
“You look like a goddamn goddess.” You tell Abby in awe, but you're so turned on you can't keep your hips from bucking against her. You step closer and start grinding on her thigh, the harsh fabric of your underwear and slacks making the pleasure more intense. Abby moves one of her hands down and squeezes your ass, moaning desperately. 
“Fuck, cum with me. Baby, please, cum with me.” Abby moans and you start grinding rough and fast, grunting when the stitch on your pants digs into your clit just right. “Go faster, please.”
“So polite.” You say, panting, but you pick up your speed and Abby just gets wetter and wetter: you think you've got her cum on your cuffs by now. 
You pinch her nipple with a free hand and Abby moans louder. She puts her forehead on your shoulder and whimpers right into your ear, making you rut on her thigh harder. You're close, and Abby is close - you feel her beautiful cunt getting tighter and tighter around your fingers. You slow down and Abby clings to you, her hips bucking into your hand. 
“I'm close.” Abby pouts and you lick her neck. 
“Oh, I know. Can feel how tight you are now.” You smirk. 
It's a sweet torture for both of you - you also slow down with your grinding - but you know Abby's orgasm will be stronger after being close like this. 
“Can't wait to bury my tongue in your cunt.” You tell Abby and she gets so desperate in your hands. She clings to you, bucks her hips and tries to take your fingers deeper, and it melts your heart. 
Fuck it, you think, and then you drop to your knees. If Abby is your God, you need to worship her accordingly. 
“Baby, what-” Abby tries to say, confused when she loses the feeling of your hot cunt on her thigh, but then it dawns on her. “Please-please-please.” 
You put her thigh that was on your hip over your shoulder and push her dress up, until the entirety of it is bundled around Abby's waist. Abby is looking down at you, her mouth open and her eyes pleading, and you finally lock your mouth on her pussy. 
“Oh my god.” Abby whimpers when you suck on her clit. “Oh my god, baby, I'm gonna cum, fuck-” 
You hum, your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Abby's taste envelopes your senses. Her cunt is always so soft and so hot, and you can't help yourself: you bury your face in it, licking her up from her hole where your fingers slowly fuck up into her, and to her clit. Abby holds your head with her hands and starts bucking her hips into your face, riding your tongue, and you relax: you let her use you as she pleases. 
Abby's voice becomes higher and louder, and she presses you closer with the heel digging into your back. It's kinda painful since Abby is still wearing her stilettos, but you don't care. You're high on her, and being pulled closer, having her scent and taste and warmth surrounding you is pure bliss. You're still slow and it makes Abby more desperate as she chases her orgasm, but she doesn't ask you to go faster - instead she bucks her hips rougher and doesn't leave you a choice but to eat her out like she wants it. 
“Baby, wait, fuck, wait-” 
Her approaching orgasm feels different, too intense - and she knows what is going to happen, but she is always embarrassed when she squirts right on your face - she wants to ask you to stand up, but she can't, lost in her pleasure. 
You know she is going to squirt as well, her walls are so tight around your fingers it is literally hard to move them and your wrist starts to cramp now, but you keep fucking her, because you want her to squirt all over your face. 
“Fuck!” Abby screams and folds, holding to your head for dear life and unconsciously pressing you closer to her cunt with her thigh on your shoulder, almost suffocating you, drowning you in her cum. 
You would die as the happiest woman on Earth if this would be your last moment: between the legs of the love of your life, drenched in her cum. 
Abby is still whimpering and you keep your fingers moving gently just to prolong her pleasure, and you keep eating her out just to get all her cum, softly moving your tongue around. 
“Fuck.” Abby pants and watches you between her thighs. You're absolutely pussy drunk, soaked to your chest and you look high. Abby giggles, embarrassed, and puts the loose hairs away from your forehead. “I soaked you.”
“Yes. Thank you.” You kiss a trail up Abby's thigh that's on your shoulder. 
“Come here.” Abby says weakly and you carefully put her leg down and get up, holding Abby by her waist. You know her legs are shaky and you want to support her. “I'm a mess.” Abby chuckles and you kiss her neck. 
“You're beautiful. I'm definitely fucking you next time we go to an event. I don't care.”
Abby giggles and kisses you, not minding that your whole face is covered in her cum. You kiss her back and pinch her nipple gently just to make her jump. 
“Let's get you warm.” You tell Abby when you notice the goosebumps covering her arms and chest. 
“You haven't cum yet.” 
“You can worry about it when you're warm and clean.” You kiss the tip of her nose and lead her back inside. 
Abby repays you thoroughly in the shower. 
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