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cranberryjuice-posts · 2 months
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Abby and reader getting into an argument where they both know r is right but Abby is just being so goddamn stubborn ohmygod. So r just ups and flashes Abby with their tits to shut her up. Abby stutters and slowly loses her resolve until she finally shortcircuits
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❛ THE PRETTY GIRL BEHIND THE BAR. ❜
†⠀warnings y disclaimers — eighteen+, dom!reader, sub!abby, poc!friendly, jealous!abby, soft nsfw, stubborn!abby.
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Abby never should have been flirting with the bartender. She knows it just as well as you do. You had every right to be upset. Abby was your girl, not anyone else's, and she just let it happen. Right in front of you.
It made you sick and God, her dismal of it was even more infuriating. Her stubbornness shining through as you tried to make her see where you were coming from, but it seemed the attention was going right to her head.
"So, what if she was flirting? Why does it matter?" Abby was trying to worm her way out, but you wouldn't let her. Not this time.
"It's one thing to entertain it Abby but c'mon, look with your eyes. You let her feel you up right in front of me. Do you seriously not see how disrespectful that is?”
"She was not all over me and she did not feel me up." Abby defended.
"Really? You're going to play dumb right now? That's the side you want to take. You've got to be kidding me." Clearly, you were frustrated but your words only angered Abby.
"You're calling me dumb right now? For the love of god, she didn't touch me."
"Maybe you didn't notice because you were too caught up in the pretty girl behind the bar but anyone with eyes could see she was all over you." You walked away from her as the two of you walked into your shared apartment as Abby slammed the door behind her.
"She kept touching your arm and you did nothing. She tugged at the end of your braid; you did nothing. Anderson, she was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and you just let her! It was like I was fucking invisible." You were beyond pissed and the smirk on her lips wasn't helping.
Abby was too damn confident for her own good, always putting her foot in her mouth before she even spoke.
"Anderson? Wow. You're really angry, baby." She took a step closer, but you took two steps back.
"Don't 'baby' me. Are you being serious right now?"
You couldn’t believe her. She had the nerve to stand there, beautiful as can be, with a smile you would kill for but right now? You wanted nothing more than to deck her in the face. Abby always did this, and it pissed you off to no fucking end. Abby always had to let you know how wanted she is and how lucky you were to have her. It truly was nauseating.
“Just admit it, Anderson. She fucking touched you and you let her.” You threw it back at her, tired of this back and forth.
“If you call me Anderson one more time, I swear to god.”
“You’ll what? Flirt with someone else in front of me?” You stepped forward, cocking your head to the side. “I have to say, the more you do it, it might just lose it’s impact.”
“Are you sure? You’re pretty wound up right now, baby. Just can’t stand when my attention is elsewhere, can you?” 
You wanted to scream at her, but you couldn’t. Even if the chances of those baby blues welling up into tears were slim, you couldn’t let your anger get the best of you. All of this was intentional. Her pressing, her flirting, her acting like she oblivious to it. Abby wanted a reaction out of you. Boy, was she getting one. Still, you didn’t want to do anything to upset her, even if it seemed she was trying to do the opposite for you.
If she wanted to play with fire, so be it. You’d just have to cool her off enough so you could have a conversation about this without her cocky persona jumping in at any given moment.
The smirk dropped from her Abby’s face as soon as her brain registered what you were doing. Carefully, nimble fingers were unbuttoning the vest top you had on. You’d worn it just for her too. Abby loves the way it makes your breasts look, cleavage busting at the top. It usually would make her insatiable, but no. Tonight, she decided to keep her attention elsewhere.
You would make her pay for it.
“What are you doing?” Her breath hitches, and you try to smirk but you’re failing just as she was before.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“W-We’re fighting now, right?” Abby was so unsure of herself. Part of her believed she was imagining this. You slowly taking off your top, and God you weren’t wearing a bra either.
You really were trying to kill her, Abby thought.
“Yep, you’re really pissing me off, Anderson.”
“T-them, uh, why- oh fuck.” Abby tried to speak but it trailed off to a curse as you tossed your top onto the back of couch and made your way right to her.
“Why don’t you tell me exactly why your attention was elsewhere?” Your perky tits on display for her was torture, because she knew if she tried to touch you, her hand would be smacked immediately.
“C’mon, don’t be shy Anderson. Tell how much of a crazy fucking girlfriend I am. Go on. Fucking speak.” You demanded from her, but the blonde still found herself tripping over her words, unable to complete one sentence.
“I-I, um, y-y-you know, fuck, what do you want me to say baby? Please, I’ll do anything. Jus’ want to make it up to you.” Her eyes maintain eye contact with flesh exposed for her enjoyment, or rather yours. You liked doing this to her. Flipping the dominate switch to submissive and watching her crumble.
Abby knew it would be more than worth it once you had the harness and strap on, fucking her so dumb. Her pussy fluttered at the thought of it. She wanted you to stretch her out – turn her into your little fuck toy. You liked it, loved it even. Tearing apart someone so strong, until she was putty in your hands and begging for it.
It’s what she deserved after pulling the little stunt today.
She needed to be put in her place and you were more than happy to oblige.
“For starters, stop looking at my tits and look in my eyes.” Abby obeyed you, anticipating your next move.
“Now, be a good girl. Go upstairs, strip for me. I want you naked on the bed, and Mommy will be up there to remind you exactly who you belong to.” You slapped her ass as she moved hastily up the steps leading into your bedroom.
Let’s just say, Abby was in the for a long night.
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Can we please get some milf Abby or Ellie the lesbians who like older women are in a drought
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Headcannons: milf!abby anderson x reader
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part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
☆ Milf Abby who was divorced and who had full custody of her 4-year-old daughter.
☆ Milf Abby who worked as a lawyer and got her daughter into the best schools.
☆ Milf Abby who went to a parent teacher meeting, to meet her daughters’ new teacher.
☆ Milf Abby who met you for the first time and thought you were the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.
☆ Milf Abby who stood behind everyone else because you made her shy.
☆ Milf Abby whose palms felt sweaty when you walked close to the direction where she was standing.
☆ Milf Abby whose heart rate increased when you asked the parents “any questions?” with a smile.
☆ Milf Abby who went home that night and stared at the ceiling because she just saw an angel.
☆ Milf Abby who asks her daughter about you the next morning.
“What’s she like?” Abby asked as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs in front of Aubrey.
“she’s nice” the little girl started. “she always likes my drawings, and she tells funny stories!”
A small smile appeared on Abby’s face.
Pretty and funny, huh?
“she’s pretty too” Aubrey said with her mouth full off eggs. Abby chuckled at that.
“Your right baby, she is”
☆ Milf Abby who almost shit herself when Aubrey told you that she finds you pretty.
“You did what?” Abby said frantically.
“I told my teacher that you said she was pretty”
Abby groaned, her large hand coming to rub her temples.
“Baby you aren’t supposed to tell that to people, it was a secret”
“Yeah, it was red ones”
“But Heathers dad brought her flowers, and that’s not a secret”
“what?”
“roses?”
“I think so” she spoke
☆ Milf Abby who gets jealous even though she barley knows anything about you.
☆ Milf Abby who watches Heathers dad bring you snacks almost daily when she picks up Aubrey.
☆ Milf Abby who wants to vomit every time you smile at him.
☆ Milf Abby who realizes she had to make a move.
☆ Milf Abby who was nervous because it’s been a while since she’s asked someone on a date.
☆ Milf Abby who writes you a letter and sends it with her daughter.
“My mommy sent you this” Aubrey ran to you with a white envelope. You thanked her, as you opened the letter, eyes widening at what it had to say:
“Hi, are you Tennessee because you’re the only ten I see.
I’m sorry I know that was inappropriate I didn’t know what to say.
Would you like to go on a date with me? I promise no cheesy pickup lines”
☆ Milf Abby who almost jumps out of her car when she sees you walking towards her.
☆ Milf Abby who rolls down the window and tries to act cool.
“Sup” she said, but soon cringed.
You giggled “I’d love to go on a date with you Miss Anderson”
“Call me Abby”
“Abby… I’d love to go out with you”
A grin spread onto the blondes face.
“Friday?”
“Friday”
☆ Milf Abby who fist bumps the air because she’s just that excited.
☆ Milf Abby who almost cancelled because she was so nervous.
☆ Milf Abby who asks her 4-year-old outfit advice.
“What about this?”
“No”
“Aubrey you can’t keep saying no”
“But I don’t like it”
☆ Milf Abby who kisses her daughter goodbye as she bought you a bigger bouquet of roses.
☆ Milf Abby who takes you to a fancy restaurant to impress you.
☆ Milf Abby who finds out you were 20 years younger than her.
Abby blinked a couple of times at the information.
“26?”
“yeah… do I not look my age you?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You really don’t”
☆ Milf Abby who enjoys the date more than she intended to.
☆ Milf Abby who almost combusts when you gave her a kiss on the cheek.
☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night in denial that she liked someone so young.
Age is nothing but a number, but you were years younger. What were you doing with someone like her? Why her? Why not someone your age? What happens if Abby grows so old that you become bored?
☆ Milf Abby who ghosts you for 5 months.
☆ Milf Abby who avoids looking at you when she gets her daughter from school.
☆ Milf Abby who ignores your texts because she thought you deserve someone better.
☆ Milf Abby’s daughter who gave her an awaking.
“Can you stop crying at night mommy? It makes noise”
Abby looked up from the stove.
“you hear that?”
“Yes”
A few seconds of silence passed before Aubrey spoke again. “You made my teacher sad”
“she’s sad?”
“yes and she asked me about you”
“and what did you say?”
“Nothing, you said it was a secret” Abby groaned at Aubrey’s response
“you need to stop pushing people away because you’re insecure”
Abby looked at Aubrey with wide eyes.
She was right, because Abby was so insecure she’s losing a perfect girl because she was scared. How sure was she that you would leave her? How sure was she that you were only using her? Maybe you were the one.
“Where did you hear those words?”
“from grandpa” she said with a shoulder shrug.
“He said that to Nora”
Your back was facing the door as you were writing something on the board.
“of course he did”
☆ Milf Abby who goes to your classroom the next day with flowers.
“I’m sorry” she spoke. She watched you flinched as you turned around.
“what?”
“I’m sorry for just disappearing and not saying anything”
“ok” was all you said as you turned back around to continue writing.
Abby walked towards you with long strides.
“no- no don’t say ok please- give me a chance”
she watched you sigh as you turned around:
“look Miss Anderson-“
“Abby”
“Miss Anderson” you said through gritted teeth.
“It’s ok, this should have not happened”
“Don’t say that”
“Let’s move on, I’ll pretend this never happened” you said with a fake smile on your face.
“god you’re so-“  before Abby could even finish her sentence she grabbed your face, and caught your lips in a kiss.
☆ Milf Abby who was surprised when you kissed her back.
☆ Milf Abby who whimpered when you pulled away.
“What can I do to fix this?” she spoke as she held your face.
“take me out on a date again”
a smile spread on the blondes face: “yeah I’ll do that”
☆ Milf Abby who realizes you won’t make it easy for her.
☆ Milf Abby who was willing to work for this relationship because you were worth it.
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munsonsfairy · 7 months
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💐💗🍬 PERIOD COMFORT • ABBY ANDERSON
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she’d come home from the gym to see you curled up in bed. you’re holding your tummy with furrowed brows and she immediately drops everything to get to work.
“hey, sweet girl. need me to do anything baby?” she’s holding your head and rubbing your back to relieve the pain. “mhmm, but don’t know what,” she smiles softly knowing your head is feeling fuzzy.
on your first day, the two of you spend the day watch all your favorite romcoms. even if abby thinks they’re too cheesy she loves watching them with you because the times you cry over the sweet romance you’re clinging onto her like a koala.
instead of leaving your side, abby would uber eats all your favorite snacks! today is definitely a day to munch out together.
one of your favorite things about having a strong girlfriend is how good she is with her hands. abby will bring you to her chest and press her palm down on your lower back. you never fail to roll your eyes from how amazing it feels. all the tension melts away by her touch.
“feel good, baby?” abby whispers. “mmmm, so so good, abs.” she kisses your forehead and doesn’t stop until you’re sound asleep.
you never have to lift a fingerrrrr!! if you want something just tell abby or when you want to go back to bed, she’s carrying you upstairs.
if you accidentally stain yourself she’ll make sure to tell you it’s completely normal and kiss your tears away. a warm bath with lavender scented bubbles is made and she holds you while washing you up.
“let’s get you changed, sweet girl. want your fuzzy socks? can’t have you walking barefoot right now.” she grabs your socks along with her boxers and one of her sweatshirts. her scent immediately calms you down and lulls you back to sleep.
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holds your back to her chest in the bath while her fingers fuck you under water. she’s kissing your neck and shoulder while you come undone under her.
lays you on top of a towel and fucks you slowly with her strap. she knows cumming relieves cramps and let’s you do it as much as you want. worships your body when you’re in pain and feel bloated. sucks your tits while holding your hands. let’s you cry into her neck every time you feel her strap hit your favorite spot.
“there you go baby, let it out,” she’s holding your face and kissing your cheeks. “fuck such a pretty girl for me, hmm? gonna give me another, baby?”
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xrstuve · 2 months
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AS LONG AS I’M WITH YOU | abby anderson x reader !
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nightmares chased abby in her sleep night after night, making it almost impossible for her to get an ounce of rest, thoughts running through her head every time she closed her eyes, not long enough until she was engulfed by the frightening feeling of waking up to yet another nightmare.
you were the only person who knew about her usual nightmares, making it clear to her that you were always there for her whenever she needed help, or when she just needed a shoulder to cry on. someone who could help her understand her feelings, buried deep inside of her under what felt like a heavy amount of emotions she couldn’t seem to control. her emotional state was a mess, and she only showed that side of her to you. she let herself become vulnerable around you, knowing that you would always accept that part of her although it was falling apart, wanting to be fixed.
and tonight was one of those restless nights, not being able to get a wink of sleep and constantly being tormented by nightmares, which always seemed to be the same ones that haunted her over and over.
abby neared your room, softly knocking on your door as she tried to make the least amount of noise possible. it was currently 2:36 am, only the soft light of the moon illuminated the dark hall, your room number in her view as she stared at the door, emotionless. she immediately felt guilty for disturbing you this late at night, not wanting to wake you up from your sleep, but her thoughts were interrupted when you opened the door, dressed in your pajamas as your sleepy eyes sent a soft expression towards abby.
you could already tell what was up, her body trembling and dark eye bags prominent as abby looks up briefly at you, slowly lowering her gaze as she lets out a shaky sigh. you bring your hand up to her cheek, delicately caressing as a way to comfort her. you lead her in, taking her hand into yours, fingers interlocked as you guide her to your medium sized bed.
not a single word was exchanged from the interaction, making abby feel a bit more at peace at not having to respond to any questions and just being able to bask in each other’s silence. you peel the duvet from off your bed, slowly sliding in and positioning yourself so that abby could lay beside you, resting her head on your chest, her body instantly relaxing from the warmth you radiated.
her body moved closer to you, legs intertwined as she wrapped her arms around your waist. you rested your head against hers, sighing as your fingers massaged her scalp, playing with the strands of her hair as you felt her breathing slow down.
you carefully move your head to look at abby, and you can notice her expression clearly. brows furrowed, her lush lashes still tainted by tears, the curve of her nose accentuated by the dim light that went through your window curtains. you could feel that her body was still tense, trying to rub her shoulders while you laid your head just above hers.
“relax baby, i’m here with you” you said as you place a kiss on her forehead, softly humming against her skin, feeling her body relaxing against yours. “it’s okay love, i’m here.”
“i don’t want to lose you too.” she finally speaks, voice trembling as her lips quivered. she tried so hard not to cry, but the more you reassured her and whispered sweet nothings to her, the more she felt like crying. it was surreal for her. to have someone who cared so much, especially someone like you.
your heart ached at her state, slowly getting worried as you shift in order to look at her better, moving your hands to cup her face, making sure to get rid of the tears that were forming in her eyes. she leaned against your touch, closing her eyes as more tears threatened to stain her cheeks.
“baby, i’ll always be here for you. i could never leave you, okay?” your tone soft and gentle as she slowly opens her eyes, staring at you for a few seconds as she sends you a small smile, getting closer to press a chaste kiss on your lips, pulling away and placing her head on the crook of your neck.
she slowly nods, feeling reassured at the thought of you always being there for her. you hear her sniffle, her nose rubbing against your neck which makes you let out a soft giggle at the ticklish feeling. abby catches this, proceeding to place soft kisses against your neck, making you hum contently.
your eyes meet hers, and oh does your heart swell. her eyes on you as she sends you a big warm smile, accentuating her dimple on her left side as she looks at you lovingly, as if you hung the stars up in the night sky. “what’s got you smiling like that all of a sudden, hmm?” you whisper, averting your gaze from her lips to her eyes.
“nothing baby, i just love you so so much.” she proceeds to press her lips on your cheek, leaving soft kisses on your skin as she slowly gets on top of you, her elbows propped on her sides, not wanting to crush you. you push her away softly to meet her eyes again, cupping her cheeks, abby leaning against your touch as she loops up at you through her eyelashes.
“i love you too baby, i’ll always be here for you.” you take her hand, offering a small kiss on the side of her palm, reciprocating the gentle act, making her heart melt almost immediately. you could feel one of her hands on the side of your hip, sliding its way under your shirt as she rubs soft circles across your skin.
“forever and always?” abby whispers as she leans her forehead against yours, awaiting for your answer. only the sound of the outside world could be heard in the background, while a comfortable silence was shared between the both of you.
“forever and always love.”
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is it me or pajamas is such a silly word.
i remember when i was writing this and wanted it to be angst but it drastically changed to fluff 😔 ig i’m just a sucker for fluff 🤭🤭
anyways, i wanted to thank y’all for all the love on my first post!! it rlly means a lot to me since i barely write 😭 but y’all make me want to write more!! :) i hope you enjoy this little oneshot of abs, and i hope y’all have a lovely day <33 mwah! 💗
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milequaritchsslut · 2 months
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Yandere!Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader Part 1
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Pairing: Yandere!Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader
Notes: Reader and Abby are in college, living in the dorms.
Genre: Dark
Warnings: manipulation, yandere, degrading, obsession, hitting, swearing, kissing, crying, angst,
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Anything you did was perfect to her. To her you were a perfect little angel after all, her pretty little princess. She couldn’t stand not being with you, she made sure to memorize your class schedule. She knew what time you went where, why you went and who you went with. She had it all down to a T, every step you took she already predicted. But she couldn’t let you know that, in fact she was pretty good at hiding it. She didn’t ask you many questions, didn’t talk much about you outside of seeing you. She never really mentioned you in her conversations, even when people asked about you. She just shrugged and gave a plain answer.
Even though the girls who lived around her made it obvious they wanted her, she didn’t care much. They weren’t worthy of her attention, they were all scum compared to you. She was devoted to you, dreamt about you, thought about you when she ate and drank. No matter where she was, you were on her mind without a doubt. Though it was hard to control herself, she needed some stress relief once in awhile. So she’d hit up one of those girls once every few months, and when she got what she wanted she dropped them. She didn’t need the dead weight holding her down, every path she took led straight back to you anyways. Every step she took was in your direction, no matter where she went. It was like you two were meant to be or something.
You didn’t really think she liked you, she was a known player matter of fact. So why would she like a plain Jane like you? Maybe she did like you, but only to dip right after. It was hard for you to try and understand her feelings towards you. She was so hard to read, cause she acted the same with every other girl she’s been with. But you enjoyed your weekly study sessions, and you liked your get togethers every week she planned. You didn’t really notice the prolonged touches she gave you, or when her hand would “slip” and accidentally grope you every once in awhile. Cause she always begged for forgiveness after, murmuring sweet apologies into your ears. Her sweet tone always swirling and twirling you every which way every time. But you never really knew what to say after, your tongue dancing behind your lips but never uttering a word to her unfortunately.
You and abby had planned to hit up a local frat party this weekend, you had suggested to go out and do something different this weekend rather than hiding away in your dorm room. You were sitting at your desk and curling your eyelashes, your roommate yapping on the phone with her friend. You had on a pink tank top with black Nike flare leggings hugging your thighs. Abby was supposed to meet you outside of your dorms outside, you glanced at the time on your phone and realized you had to be downstairs in 4 minutes. You quickly finished your makeup, packed everything back up and grabbed what you needed before walking out the door.
Abby was waiting outside, scrolling mindlessly on her phone before she heard your sweet voice calling her name. She threw her phone in her pocket and walked towards you as the wind blew through her long brunette hair.
“Heyy y/n…” she voiced to you, her eyes taking in your body. She smirked slightly as she saw your tight outfit, hugging your hips nicely.
“Hii” you replied back, a smile on your face as I looked up at her intently. As soon as she got close enough, her arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer as you two started to walk.
“You look good baby” she sneered down at you, copping a quick feel at your bottom before letting go.
“Hey!” You giggled out as you slapped her hand away and smiled up at her playfully.
“Ok ok sorryyy” she giggled back as you two made your way to the party.
When you two made it to the front door, you reached to knock before she pulled you back harshly and knocked herself. She held you close to her as you two waited for the door to open, your grip tightening around your waist. A tall guy around the same age as you both answered the door without a shirt on, the loud buzzing and booming of the party inside filling your ears as he looked down at you.
“Abby?” He asked, his eyes narrowing trying to put her face together. You saw the cup of alcohol in his hand, as he leaned on the frame of the door while his mouth hung open obviously absolutely wasted.
“Hey man” she chuckled, dabbing him up and walking into the party with you by her side. The guy stepped away and closed the door behind you, and walked away before yelling out somebody’s else’s name.
The second you walked in the music hit your ears, raving and bashing into your canal as the speakers rang through your ears. Your eyes darted around the room, watching everyone converse and touch one another like nobody else was watching. Abby looked around the room and scoffed at everyone. All in tight little skimpy outfits, the girls all whoring around as usual. It was disgusting to her, everyone feeling up whoever they wanted to. The stench of alcohol hit her senses right away, her face grimacing in disgust. But she washed away that expression off her face right away, her normal fun loving smile replacing it. Her facade she made for you dropped for just a second, but she brought it back right away. Her pearly white canines showing off in her smile, as she smiled down at your unsuspecting delusional form.
“You wanna get a drink?” She asked, pulling you forward and towards the drink table.
“O-oh uhm sure” you replied, surprised from the sudden yank from her. Your feet quickly finding their balance again and following behind her tall physique. You watched as her muscles rippled in her shirt, the shirt hugging her body tightly. Her muscles looked like they were gonna rip through it any second, the veins in her arms and hands pulsating throughout her body and pulling you tightly.
The room was spinning around you, you had lost Abby about an hour ago. You ran off to the basement awhile ago, your mind was buzzing from how much you’ve drank already. Stumbling and bumping into random things as you climbed up the basement stairs, desperately clinging onto the handles along the staircase. You giggled to yourself at the thought of Abby being worried about where you were, a small hiccup falling from your lips as I smiled and giggled to yourself. You hadn’t planned on drinking this much, but you couldn’t really tell the difference between the bottles. So you just poured random amounts of random drinks into yours, and gulped it down in seconds. Once you finally got up the steps, you let a loud sigh. Relieved you finally made it to the main floor after what seemed an eternity.
You quickly looked up and started to roam around the house for Abby, pushing past random people and squeezing through groups of strangers. You walked upstairs and roamed the hallways, looking in the rooms and in the bathrooms. But you still couldn’t find her, you stopped at the last room and walked in and glanced quickly at the window before seeing a familiar face through it. Your eyes narrowed as you rubbed them and walked closer to the window, your eyes widened abruptly. You watched another girl groping and kissing Abby Anderson, YOUR Abby Anderson. You rubbed your eyes again to try and get rid of the thought, but it wasn’t a thought. It was the reality of it all, Abby was with another girl. Your heart sank as you watched Abby kiss her right back, you watched as her hands groped that girls butt just like she did to you. You didn’t feel special anymore, did she really touch every girl the same way? Did her touch feel the same to every girl she spent the night with, was it really just a relapsed scene she took part in? The heat in your body rises drastically as your throat dried up. You couldn’t pull yourself away from the scene in front of you, it was like you were stuck on a loop. Your eyes watering as you gripped the windowsill tightly, nails digging into the wood. You let out a sharp exhale, tears finally falling from your eyes. Clouding your vision and drowning yourself in your own sorrows.
The sadness seemed to eat and tear away at your heart little by little, ripping the ribs protecting it. Pulling and prodding it’s way in like a disease, ripping your chest open and taking what it wanted. The tears just kept falling, but no sound came out. But you didn’t really understand why this hit so hard, you knew she was a hoe. You knew she did whatever she wanted, because you guys weren’t together. She wasn’t yours, and she never has been.
You were finally able to pull your gaze away from the scene, you let a calm breath. You sat up and looked away as you wiped your tears. You could feel something different simmering inside you, it was hot and heavy. Your fists balling up tightly, you looked back down at her as you watched in disgust as she gripped and rubbed against that girl. You rushed out of the room and downstairs, pushing and weaving people out of your way. You scoffed to yourself as a million thoughts raced through your mind. You rushed outside, your eyes glaring her down.
Abby noticed you eventually and ripped herself away from the girl, she didn’t know what she was doing. It was like that glare from you sobered her up and pierced right through her. She watched as you stormed towards her, a small smirk gliding across her lips. She’d been waited for this, though she didn’t plan for this to happen. Everything was quickly coming together, you’d walk up to her throw a few insults at her face. But she’d quickly calm you down, hold you in place and you’d melt right away.
It wasn’t hard for her to understand your stupid little brain. The way you walked and talked and carried yourself was so easy for her to see what you were, a fucking idiot. She watched as your big girl emotions ate you up inside and spit you right back out. She was amused by the look on your face, the way your features were all scrunched up in fury as you stared her down. Your dumb little brain couldn’t even comprehend what she was on, the wavelength you two were on were eons apart.
“Hey hey…” she cooed from above you, her hands finding yours before you could hit her. She pulled you closer as her large hands intertwining with yours, they were cold but soft. They ran a chill up your spine as you were caught off guard by her calm demeanor, she pulled you in and held you close to her.
You looked up at her as she stared down at you, you couldn’t see what she was doing. Your eyes could only see what was on the outside unfortunately, you couldn’t see the way her eyes gleamed with a predatory glare. You couldn’t understand how her eyes ate you alive, her gaze consuming you slowly.
“N-no you can’t j-“ you yelled at her angrily before you felt her arms wrap around your waist and her face nuzzle into her neck.
You let out a small whimper of surprise as she hugged you tightly, her warm breath hitting your neck as she consumed you. You could feel your heartbeat slow, that hot feeling was gone. Replaced by a lighter and softer feeling growing in your core. It was a good feeling, you let your shoulders relaxed as you felt her lips against her neck.
“You ok?” She asked softly pulling away as she looked down at you, her thumbs rubbing against your waist soothingly. Her voice was so soft and comforting, you felt like you were on a cloud. She’d never been this touchy with you, her touch seemed so kind and innocent.
You looked up at her, your mind thinking a million thoughts at once as you tried to come up with an answer. Your voice caught in your throat as you froze up a little, your mouth left agape.
She smirked down at you and pulled you closer to her so your head was against her chest. Her hand found your head and brushed your hair comfortingly. Her veiny hands skimming through your silky hair, her touch sweet and kind as she held you tightly. Your arms slowly found her waist as tears began forming in your eyes again and your face scrunched up in sorrow. This felt so good, you’ve wanted this for so long. You’ve dreamt about her holding you like this, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
“You wanna go home?” She asked sweetly, her hands finding yours and walking out of the yard.
You nodded your head slowly as you looked at the ground and stayed close to her, your grip tight around her hand.
Part 2 coming next week!
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hope-drunk · 9 months
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HARVEST MOON
| a year ago, abby left you suddenly after a month long love affair. now she's back to convince you she's changed.
| cw: me writing southern accents and it's bad, talk of father death, jerry anderson is homophobic, talk of food, reader showers three times in this who knows why, f!reader, oral & fingering (r!recieving), petnames, umm that's it but like abandonment issues i guess? abby like dips hard LOL
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The mugginess hasn’t let up in recent days, causing your hair to look a mess, and you to have a strong urge to be naked all the time. Getting comfortable in your bed was a pain. The sheets were too hot; the pillow pushing your sticky hair onto the back of your neck. You don’t think you’ve gotten a good night's sleep in ages. The fans in your room weren’t doing much; nothing could battle this southern heat.
You were already awake before your alarm went off at 6 A.M. You quickly silence the screeching sound of the clock and roll out of bed, throwing on a loose tank top that lays on your floor. You’re instantly annoyed by the fabric but try to push it off. You stroll into your kitchen, opening the fridge and standing there for a few seconds to absorb the cold air that blows out. You grab some scraps of breakfast and eat quickly, already running a tad behind because the heat is making you move slower. 
You go to the bathroom and take off the flimsy tank top and your panties. You step in immediately and let the cold water wash over you. Your shower goes faster than you wanted it to, but you step out and dry off. You don’t bother to dry your hair, hoping that the dampness might keep you cooled off for a little bit longer. You get dressed in your usual attire, a self cut tank top made out of an old t-shirt and jean shorts.
You walk to the field behind your house, first checking on the chickens, collecting the eggs the hens dropped and making sure they have food. Then you moved to the sheep, replacing their water and giving them their feed. 
After you think the animals are situated, you begin your walk into town. It’s summer days like these where you wish you owned a car, or even a bike. But in a town this small, it always seemed useless. Everything was a five minute walk. The only thing that was further than five minutes was the gas station that sat on the edge of town near the highway, and that was only about a ten minute walk. Your journey to the grocery store feels like it takes eons. But when you open the door and the air conditioning blasts you, you think you see heaven.
“Hot one, huh?” The store clerk says to you in response to your sigh of relief.
“Tell me about it,” you say, smiling politely and walking to grab a basket.
You take your time with your shopping, swinging the green basket against your leg over and over while you scan the aisles. You spend extra long in the freezer section, and decide to treat yourself to some popsicles, you put them in the basket and let the door close by itself. You don’t notice the pair of strong arms that are crossed by the door. 
You turn away to go get your next item, “Not even gonna say hello?”
Your head whips around before your body does. You gulp at the realization of who it is.
“Popsicles, huh,” she nods to herself, grabbing the box out of your basket. “Didn’t know you liked these ones, darlin’.”
You snatch them out of her hand and throw them back into the green plastic, “You don’t know anythin’ about me, Abby.”
“C’mon, don’t be like that.” Abby’s voice drips like southern honey, but it reminds you of gasoline. One spark from you and the town would be on fire. 
You don’t answer her, just go back to your shopping. You scan the shelves for the next thing on your list. You can see her out of the corner of your eye still following you around, but you don’t pay her any mind. It’s honestly a shame, because you were gonna spend your sweet time in the air conditioned store, and now you can’t, because Abby decided to show up.
You remember now that it was exactly a year ago today that she showed up in town before leaving a month later with no warning. She had seemed so perfect, so normal, you’d never felt like that before with anyone. You let her stay in your house. She was planning on just passing through, staying the night at the motel for the festivities then going on her way, but she told you you changed her mind. Abby told you that she wanted to stay and be with you. What a load of bullshit. 
You finish your shopping, continuing to ignore Abby as she trails behind you, in her stupid t-shirt, with her stupid muscles, and her ridiculous boots. 
“This all for y’then?” The cashier asks.
“That’ll do it.” You reply, pulling out the cash you’re using to pay. 
You take your bags and thank him, rushing towards the doors and pushing one of them open with your back. 
Abby stops at the clerk to get her brand of cigarettes; running out behind you after she pays with a crinkled up ten dollar bill.
“Hey! What’s the rush?” She says, rushing up to you. She smacks the pack of cigarettes on her palm before opening it and popping one into her mouth; swiftly lighting it with a blue lighter.
“Don’t wanna see you, Abs. Thought you would be able to figure that out.” You say, silently hoping that that will be enough for her and that she’ll turn around and never come back to your town. But Abby, ever so stubborn, continues walking next to you.
“What? You still mad about last summer? Told you I had to go.”
You scoff at her. “Yeah, then you also told me you were never gonna leave me. Wanted to help raise my chickens and sheeps. Live in my house with me. Start a life here. Look, I don’t have time for this; too goddamn hot to deal with your bullshit.���
She nods her head; takes a long drag of the almost gone cigarette. “‘Least let me carry your bags?”
That you oblige to, handing over the heavy plastic bags that you swear were getting sticky from the heat. You just wanted to be home, with your fans, and your animals; without Abby. You didn’t even want her to see the inside of your house. You didn’t want her to be in the four walls of your bedroom again; it would be painful for you. To see her in your house again, where she made you all those promises. It would be painful because now you know that all you were to her was a quick fuck and a free place to stay.
Your house comes into view and you pause in the road, motioning your hands so she’ll give you your bags back. She does reluctantly, and you can’t help but notice the droplet of sweat dripping down her large muscles. You huff away the memories, taking the bags back and walking up to your front door.
“Not even gonna invite me in? No lemonade for my hard work?” Abby asks, trying to make light of the situation.
“I seriously never want to see your face again, Abigail.” With that you open your door, slinking in and closing it behind you.
You press your back to the door once you’re inside; willing yourself not to cry about her. You’ve done enough of that; swear you could fill an ocean with your tears. You know that you shouldn’t get so worked up over something that lasted a month, but it was the first real thing you’ve ever had. It’s not like there were any other women who liked women around here, so when Abby rolled in and made you all those promises, you thought you had actually found something. You thought you would be able to start a life with her and do all the things you’ve dreamed about doing since you were a little girl. Then, she was up and gone, and you were left alone again.
It took you a while to get used to your solitude again, and you were doing a damn good job at it now. Sometimes you wonder if it was even Abby you missed, or if you just missed having someone to do everything with. You try to stop thinking about it, forcing your body off the door and into the kitchen. You slowly put all the groceries away, scared that when you finish your mind will wander. 
You do pretty good for the rest of the day. You keep yourself entertained and busy, tending to your animals and reading a book. You only think about Abby a few times, but are able to brush it off. You think you’ve got it under control; you think that her little visit didn’t affect you. Once it hits around 7 P.M. you huddle the animals into their respective cages and barns. You go back inside and take another quick cold shower. It’s hard work herding those animals, and even though the sun is getting lower, it’s not getting any less humid. You dry off and put on fresh clothes, walking out into your kitchen to prepare your dinner. 
What you don’t expect to hear is a knock at your door. You silently question it before waking up to the door swinging it open; prepared to tell off some church people who just won’t stop trying. But there she stands. Abby has a bouquet of assorted carnations and daisies, a few roses thrown into there. You cross your arms, waiting for her to speak.
“Will you please let me explain? Please? Just a few minutes and you can decide if you want me to really go or not.”
“I’m timing you.” You say, walking back into your house and sitting down on your couch.
Abby moves into your living room. She’s changed from what she wore at the store. She now has on jeans and a black cut off tank top and her same signature braid.
“I’m gonna try not to stumble over my words– been preparing for this. I loved being here with you, first of all. Leaving you was never because of you. My dad got real sick, the type where you go and say goodbye. He had been in and out of the ICU around that time, but, when I got that phone call, swear I could feel it in my bones that that was it.”
You straighten out your back. You knew a little bit about Abby’s dad. Mostly that they were very close until she came out to him.
“And I didn’t know how to tell you. Didn’t know how to tell anyone. I wish I could’ve ignored it and stayed with you but I just–” she shakes her head to herself.
“He’s your dad.”
“Yeah, he was my dad.”
The past tense makes you let out a sigh, suddenly your heart breaks for the girl all over again. You will your brain to remember what she did. You feel bad that she lost her dad, but she could’ve communicated.
“I’m sorry, Abby. But, you still had no right to leave me like you did.”
“I know, I know. I got scared. I knew if I stayed with you that– he wouldn’t see me. I could have handled it better. I had every intention of coming back sooner than now, but I felt like you wouldn’t wanna see me.”
“You’ve got that right.”
“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know how this is supposed to work. All I know is that everything I told you is true. I miss living here. I hate running around the country anymore. I just wanna be here with you. Herd your fucking sheep and collect the eggs. Have you make me that killer omelet that I love. I miss you, all of you. Didn’t know what I wanted a year ago, but I do know. I’d like to be with you, if you’d have me.”
You try to process all that she’s saying; try to take in the massive amount of information she’s dumped into your hands. You just stare past her, straight at the wall. Do you want her to come back? You did– a few days ago when you were crying about being lonely. You don’t want to forgive her this easily though. What? A few words and an explanation and she’s just allowed in your house again? Hell no, there’s no way in hell that she can just creep back in here. What if she leaves again? Are you gonna embarrass yourself like that all over again?
“Abby…” you trail off, unsure of what to actually say to her.
“I know. I don’t want to be the victim here, and I’m sorry if I’m making it seem that way. I just want you to know that, it really, really, wasn’t your fault.”
“Thanks for that, cowboy.” She smiles at the nickname, you do too. Her long history of speedrunning through small towns made you come up with it. “Alright, well, you can stay for dinner. But, I have the right to kick you out at any time.”
“Yes ma’am,” she says. 
You start to make her favorite meal from you with ingredients you bought today. She keeps you entertained, staying out of your way but talking your ear off. It feels normal; it feels like old times. You can’t help but let her ease her way back into your space. She takes off her boots, undoes her braid and puts it up into a bun. You ask her to get you something and she knows exactly where it is. It feels too simple. Honestly, it feels like a dream. You feel like you’re floating through this strange reality where Abby never left and you’ve kept living in this home ever since she showed up this time last year.
You eat dinner at the table in the spots you always sat in. Continuing the laughter and the fun. You don’t even mind the heat anymore. You don’t care about anything other than Abby’s gray eyes staring back into yours. You get shy under her gaze all over again. When you’re both done, you can’t get up from the table, you get too invested in your conversation and neither of you want to disrupt it. You wish you could’ve kept your stoic face on, but Abby was something else. She always has been. She’s the only one who’s ever made you feel truly comfortable with yourself, in this town. Finally, you get up and take the plate from in front of her, moving it to the sink.
“That’s not what happened, and you know it.” Abby practically yells.
“I mean, I watched you fall in the sheep shit myself. Y’trying to gaslight me, Anderson?”
“I’m not saying I didn’t fall in the shit. I’m saying that what you’re saying led me to the sheep shit is wrong. I wasn’t looking at your ass and then tripped. I was– looking at the sign on top of the barn.”
“Well, your eyes were awfully low to be looking at the top of the barn.” You shrug your shoulders with a small giggle.
Abby waves her hand in the air, a small blush on her face from the memory of the second time she came to your house. 
“I missed you a lot, y’know.” Abby says, mostly under her breath.
When you look at her, she’s looking up at you through her eyelashes. Her chest rising and falling steadily. She sits with her legs slightly spread and her elbows on her thighs. Those strong fucking thighs. You thought you could get along with her as friends; you thought that’s what she wanted– to be friends now. 
You look away from her so you don’t give in. “Abby, I don’t know if I can.” 
“I’m here. I’m here again; it’ll be good, like it was before.”
“That’s what you said before you left. ‘I’m here for you. Never gonna leave you, sweetheart. You’ll never be alone again.’ Then I was. I was the loneliest I’d ever been. I don’t blame you for leaving, Abby. But I can’t take it if you leave again.”
Abby gets up from the table and walks over to you. She towers over you, grabbing your face between her hands and forcing you to look at her. “Not gonna leave you. Ever. I learned my fucking lesson. Feel like I need you to breathe. Like my chest was tight the entire time I was out of this goddamn town. Swear, the second I pulled in, I felt my lungs fill up for the first time in a fucking year. Please, sweetheart. I’m not gonna let y’down again.”
Her chest is moving more rapidly now. It’s hard to look in her eyes. She hasn’t taken hers off of you. “I swear.”
You push your lips up so they reach hers; she sighs into the kiss, hastily taking her hands away from your face and wrapping them around your body. You push her back away from the kitchen and towards the bedroom. She doesn't break the kiss once as she walks backwards, avoiding any and all furniture; like she’s always known where everything is. In a way she has, but it’s still impressive. A whole fucking year without her in your house and she still moves swiftly around the furniture towards your bedroom. She moves like it’s built in her bones; like she’s always meant to be here.
You enter the bedroom and she breaks away only to shove your discarded clothes that lay on your bed onto the floor. You rip your shirt off in the meantime, you were going to take off your shorts too, but Abby is back on you in a second. Kissing everywhere; licking everywhere. You don’t think your heart has ever beat faster. It’s scary how well she knows you. Just like the house, she still has every part of your body memorized. She still knows the spot below your collarbones that makes your hips buck. She knows how much rubbing the outside of your thigh while she kisses you turns you on. She knows that you need the anticipation built before you go straight into fucking. Abby knows you. 
She slides down your stomach, mouthing at the skin there, you push her head down, trying to get her to take the hint that you haven’t been laid in a year and you’re worked up enough. She scoffs into you and continues kissing you. A whine escapes your mouth, and she finally moves to where you need her. You lift your hips up while she removes your shorts and panties.
She starts to rub tight circles onto your clit, eyes connected to your face; waiting for you to look back at her. You don’t. You squeeze your eyes shut and try not to overthink the situation you’ve found yourself in. With every circle on your clit your head grows fuzzier, making this feel more and more like a dream.
“Not gonna leave you.” Abby says, like she can read your mind. “Never leaving your side again. You’re gonna be fucking sick of me, angel.”
You moan; open your eyes to take her all in. All you can manage is a nod. Abby growls and takes away her hand. You go to gasp, but in seconds she’s connected her tongue to your clit. You moan now, a sound deep from your chest that blossoms like a flower fed fertilizer. You forgot how good Abby was at this. The good memories pushed to the back of your mind. You’ve only been able to focus on her leaving for so long. The only thing you think about is waking up to that empty bed. 
She grunts into your cunt, “Missed how you fucking taste. S’goddamn sweet, princess.”
She’s here now, you remind yourself. She’s here forever. You’re sure the doubt will creep in at some point. You’re sure you’ll be scared to sleep next to her for a while. But right now, this is all that matters; her tongue drawing intricate shapes into you. You push your hand on top of her head.
“Don’t leave me,” you pant out.
Abby removes her mouth and pushes two thick fingers into you, forcing your back to arch off the bed. She moves up to your face, “Y’forget how to listen, doll? Gotta train you t’be my good girl again, huh? I ain’t leaving, never again. Got that?” 
You forgot how bad her accent gets when she’s turned on. 
“Answer me, tell me I’m gettin’ through that thick skull of yours.”
“Yes, Abby. I understand.”
“There y’go, sweet thing. Just lay back and take it.”
You do as she asks, finding it easy to fall back into submission under her. Your brain is basically blank by now, only focusing on the slow pull and push of Abby’s fingers inside of you. You moan and whine and buck your hips. Not scared to be messy or annoying. You’re not scared of anything in front of Abby. She loves you, you know it. She takes you how you are. 
“Don’t think I’m gonna– last long.” You say.
“That’s alright, so pent up, ain’t you? Let it all go for me. Let it all out.” She reconnects her mouth with your cunt and you know that you’re in for.
You feel the knot get tighter and tighter in your stomach. It feels like fire is spreading across your body. You feel a bead of sweat fall from Abby’s forehead onto you, and it gets to you. She’s real; she’s back. She’s eating you out and making you cum the way only she knows how to. The small band holding your orgasm back snaps. You cum with a sob, bucking your hips into her face so your clit brushes up into her nose. You start to cry from the pressure that was built up in you that’s finally being released. Abby works you through it, lets you grind on her face and you swear you can feel her smile into you.
She comes up to lay beside you when you finally stop twitching; shushing you when she removes her fingers.
“Missed seein’ you like that.”
“Bet you did,” you say, voice hoarse.
“Missed seein’ you in general, but the way you look when you cum, man. Ain’t nothing like it.”
You suddenly feel embarrassed by the crude talk, you roll over away from her and face your closet. She whispers a few sorry’s before using her arms to roll you back over and pull you into her chest. She kisses the top of your head. 
“It’s so hot I might die.” You say into her, tracing a shape on her chest.
“Wanna shower?” 
“Don’t gotta ask me twice.”
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soft-and-lush · 9 months
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
-Chapter (2/?) ‘Can I keep you?’
Pairing: Tarzan!Abby x Explorer!Reader (Tarzan AU)
MINORS DNI
(Warnings, 18+ ONLY): DubCon, 6’6 Abby, Depictions of death, Drowning, Nightmares, ManHandling, Peeping tom, Major Angst, Size difference, Possessive!Abby Abby kinda loses her virginity, Choking, Smut, Scissoring, Oral, (Fluff because Abby is a human golden retriever)
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Previously;
You drop your shoulders in defeat. ‘There’s no way I'm finding them tonight.’ You let out a sigh, and look up to her. “Go back?” you simply say, nodding and pointing back towards her home.
She reaches out to your wrist and grips it, but stops shortly as her gaze focuses on the air in between you both, following the light buzzing noise moving erratically in the air. You go to move back and flee, as to not disturb it, not wanting it to try and attack.
But she stops you, “Buh-Bee” She stutters out. “Yeah.. a bee.” You say, not looking at it. Rather, you keep your eyes focused on the girl before you.
She looks at you quickly before drawing her gaze away, following the bee buzzing through the air. “Uh-bee” she recited back exactly how you said it.
As you look at her, you realize that calling her “Girl” just didn't feel right. She needed a name, and as your eyes scan her face you become stumped. What would fit her?
As you start to try and think of names, all you hear are her mutters while she fixates on the insect. She continues to mutter ‘Uh-bee’ every few seconds. You feel her grip on your wrist start moving, in a soothing gesture. It seemed like she didn't even notice herself doing it.
Hmm..She was kind of like a bee.. She was soft and fuzzy, but could be dangerous when she needed to.
Maybe.. You’ll call her bee? ‘Mm-mm’ You shook your head as you thought about it.
“Uh-bee?” she looked at you with innocent eyes. It clicked in your head.
Abby. You’ll call her Abby.
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You bring the tips of your fingers up lightly to her sweaty and glistening chest. Her body reacted heavily from the panic you had bestowed upon her a few minutes before. The pulse is prominent in her neck, her vein easily pops out along it. She was sweating bullets at this point, but she didn't seem to mind.
Her small and bare breasts peek through her ever long hair that was now being pushed back and forth with the gentle breeze. The hair that’s bunched up on her shoulders, rises and falls as she breathes in and out quickly. You were unaware how startled and angry she had gotten once she had found you gone.
You couldn't understand why she’s reacting the way that she was.
Abby turned her attention away from the bee once she couldn't spot it anymore, and looked down to where your hand was lingering on her chest. Raking her eyes up to your face, she blinks hard at you with her mouth agape. She wanted so badly to say so many things to you but for the life of her, she didn't know how to say them.
“You.” poking lightly at her chest, “You are Abby.” You say the words more fitted as a name, rather than breaking down the syllables for her.
She must have a name already, but it didn't matter, this will have to do for now.
She looked at you confused. In return, you repeat yourself. “Abby.” You tapped her chest with an encouraging nod. As she looks at you a few moments pass, her face looks as though she let your words sink in.
She crinkles her brow while tracing over your face with her eyes. Pointing to herself, she repeats you. “Ah-bby?”
“Yes!” You beam up to her joyously. Shaking her head at you suddenly, she blinks at you. “Girl.” Pointing to herself once again. “No!” Squeezing your eyes shut, you open them again. “Well yes, but-” You huff, shaking your head.
A big gust of wind comes flying through the tree’s, rustling everything that it passes through. The cool breeze of the night was starting to set it. You could smell the salt in the air that was being dragged with the draft, all the way up from the beach, forcing a shiver to run up your back.
As much as you were anxious and scared, you could admit to yourself how amazing the current setting was.
The freshness of the nature around you was immaculate. The sound of the mysterious echoes of the bugs and animals it produced deep and far out in the jungle, was definitely something you’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing first hand before. At least, in such a gorgeous place like this.
You knew you needed to head back, it was darker than ever before and you knew that it was dumb and dangerous to be out here like this. The urge to find your friends was completely taking over your mind, and every second that passed was making you want to find them as soon as you could.
You knew your search would just have to wait until the morning. Knowing that they had to be out there somewhere, you’d find them tomorrow. Bringing your lip in between your teeth, you breathe in and then let out a deep sigh through your nose.
Tipping your head back and rolling your eyes in annoyance, not at her but at the situation, you sniff sadly and grab Abby’s wrist, “Lets g-” you’re interrupted by Abby’s arms shooting out to you, she roughly yanks you into her chest..
You yelp as your body connects with her’s aggressively.
You hear what sounds to be a chorus of sharp whistles very far out in the distance of the jungle. Soon accompanied by a quick movement of light through the trees and hanging vines, you think fire. It startles the animals all around as you hear settled birds fly from the trees to get away from whatever was moving so quickly.
’People! There’s other people! They can help me!’
“No Abby! Stop! W-wait! Maybe they can help!” you stutter and struggle against her grip, but she doesn't let up. “Bad. N-No! Bad.” she says back in panic, her face is alert as she starts dragging you away.
“What? Hey, st-stop!” You squeal to her, trying to fight back, but there’s no point. Her monstrous body basically engulfed you. Her strength easily overpowered you, and it seemed like she wasn't even trying while she continued to whisk you away.
“What are you doing!” You grit out.
Pushing at her face and arms, you turn your head in the direction you had heard the whistles and call out, “Hey! Please! Ove-mmm!” Your loud shout gets stopped short by a large hand covering half your face. Abby’s grip over your mouth doesn't move as you try ripping it off with a whimper.
She roughly turns you around, keeping her hand on your mouth. “No.” she growls out and keeps her eyes trained on yours, her nose flares with anger.
Her harsh voice and venomous eyes made you shiver. Your wide eyes beam up to hers with utter fear. You stop flailing your arms and go stiff against her, trying to breathe through your uncovered nose.
Her serious demeanor slightly falters for a second once she sees your eyes glaze over in an emotion that she never wants to see you show ever again.
Keeping eye contact, you nod up to her shakily. She blinks hard and swallows thickly, giving you a single nod back. She lets go of your mouth slowly but keeps her large hand in a cupped structure, allowing it to hover over your mouth.
She stares intently at your quivering lips, hoping and praying that you don't scream again.
She brings her attention back to where the whistle’s came from. Without looking, she drops her hand down to yours as she continues scouting the area to see if anyone has heard you. After waiting a moment to see if anyone did in fact hear you, deciding to come and investigate, her body went rigid waiting for someone to come out.
Yet no one did. So she turned swiftly on her massive feet and yanked you along with her.
On your way back, she pulled you as if you had wheels instead of legs. You wrap your free hand around the one gripping you, trying to keep up. Your feet barely kept up with her trained ones, tripping and stumbling over the bed of the jungle, all the way up until you were out of it and back safely, on the sand of the beach.
She leads you down to her home that currently feels tainted, at least on Abby’s part. Walking you up the ramp, she leads you both through the door that she left wide open from her quick exit earlier, with a large frown of anger mixed with sadness on her face.
As her mind raced, her own thoughts started stirring up more emotions for her. Igniting her chest again with that burning fire.
You had left after she told you not to. She went to get you food to stop you from hurting, and you didn't listen. You just… left her. All she wanted to do was take care of you, like she knew she was supposed to.
If she hadn't found you when she did this afternoon.. You could've died. The wrong people could have found you but luckily, it was her. And now that she’s found you, why would she ever let you go?
She doesn't even know you, yet she wanted to do everything for you.
Abby couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that this was really happening to her. It was like the stars had finally granted her the one wish that she begged for every single day, evening and night.
After so many times of praying for someone that she could call her own, it's finally come true. You were here for her. And only, for her. That's the only thing she could conclude about all of this.
Last night when she had done her usual routine before trying to ultimately go to sleep, she had caught sight of a deadly storm conjuring up in the sky, far out in the sea.
She had watched it all night, worrying for her own safety. She stayed safe all through the night though, the storm never having even reached the shore.
Abby had never liked storms. They made her feel uneasy, and they usually caused her great distress. And although she was a large person and was so physically strong, the simpleness of a storm had this giant predator cowering in utter fear.
She would lay in bed, curled up with her blanket over her head and her small keepsake of a doll, cradled flush against her hammering chest. She’d have her hands over her ears and her eyes squeezed shut as she was counting down the seconds for it all to be over.
Even passing out sometimes from the stress of it all.
Some of the storms she has had to go through would cause horrible destruction to her home, and the area around it. Always having to pick up the chaotic mess that was left behind when the morning had finally greeted her.
She never knew that in the morning upon her wakening, she would be finally blessed with a real companion. A friend. A partner.
Walking you back to her bed, she pushes you down, making you sit. You look up at her, not really knowing what to say as you bring your arms around yourself in a soothing motion.
It’s nearly too dark for you to even see her face, the moonlight coming through the door and left open windows was the only light illuminating the dark home.
As she looks down at you, she brings her large hand up to your cheek. You shrink back slightly, nervous on how she’s going to react next.
Hurt washes over her features. You genuinely were.. Scared of her. Abby’s eyes widened in fear, shaking her head. She quickly cups your face with both hands, bending and bringing her face close to yours.
She doesn't know how to explain to you how much she’s sorry with words. Resting her forehead against yours, she closes her eyes and sighs deeply. Abby tries conveying to you how much she’s sorry, the only way she knows how.
You blink and sit awkwardly as she continues her actions of holding you quite intimately. Not knowing what to do, you bring your hands from the small hug you had yourself in and rest them on the side of her tense and hard shoulders.
Abby nuzzles her cheek into yours after she feels your response. She pulls back and stares at you intensely, trying to show you how much she feels about this.
You look back and forth from her eyes to her mouth, “Who were they?” you point back towards the direction you were just in. Somehow she knew exactly what you were asking, she let you go slowly, while starting to stand back up.
She keeps her eyes averted and head down, which causes her hair to hang in her face. She steps back away from you, swinging her heavy arms down at her sides.
What was she supposed to tell you? How was she supposed to tell you? She wasn’t going to try. She couldn't.
She ignores the question entirely, causing you to clench your jaw in frustration.
Abby can barely see you anymore, reminding her that she hasn’t made the fire outside, like she usually does for herself. “Fire..” She mumbles out, turning and walking out the door, but stops short to stand with her back to you.
She turns her head over her shoulder to look at you in the dark. What if you left again? She won't let you do that. She didn't know what to do, knowing that using her words wasn't enough with you.
You looked at her questioningly, waiting to hear her at least say something else, from the way she was looking back at you. Instead, she turned straight ahead and sauntered down the steps, straight into the sand.
Was she just going to leave you? Why did the question upset her that much? How bad could those people even be?
You quietly stand up and walk to the door, watching her form continue on to wherever she was going. The bright moonlight cascades across her beautiful sun kissed skin, making her look like an actual Greek goddess.
She really was beautiful, there was no denying that. You shamelessly watch her retreating form, her bare and plump bottom moving with each step from her thick legs. Her strong arms swaying back and forth- stop.
Shaking your head, you try flushing away those inappropriate thoughts. You knew that you shouldn't be thinking this way about someone you didn't even know.
She stopped in front of a weaved basket, which seemed to have several different shapes of wood in it. And what looked to be.. Sharp rocks? You squint as you try to see what she’s doing.
As you step slightly to the side to try and sneak a look over her body from this distance, your foot comes in contact with something.
Moving your foot quickly so as to not step on the unknown object, you avert your eyes down, allowing your sight to come in contact with a scattered pile of yellow and somewhat green bananas.
Was this why she was taking so long?
You suddenly hear the sound of grinding? You look over to Abby, her back is to you as she’s crouched down into a squat. Her long hair moving over her back as she aggressively moves her arms, you’re not really able to see what exactly for.
Seeing that she’s not moving from her spot, you turn back to the bananas. You were pretty hungry.
She brought these here for me anyway, i don't think she’ll be upset if i take one.
Bending down, you pick one that looks the best to you, standing straight you turn back to her as you peel the banana open. Bringing it to your mouth, you bite and chew while watching her work at whatever she’s doing.
She stops her movements, suddenly bringing a little bundle of something in front of her quickly, moving her head in close to it. You slowly see the flame come to life as it lights up around her large form.
Her head shoots back to the home, checking to see if you’re still where she left you. Eye’s land on you with a stoney stare, probably wondering why you were standing up at the door, rather than sitting down.
You stand there holding the banana as you look at her, you wave it up like a white flag. Her angry stance completely falters, making her throw you a big goofy grin. She grabs a small piece of wood and wraps something around the top, bringing it to the fire, catching it ablaze.
Standing, she turns and heads straight up the ramp to you. Stepping back to let her through, you watch as her arm extends into something, not really able to see over her towering body. Whatever she did, caused it to light the corner of the room up.
It’s a beaten up old lantern on top of a small table, next to the bed.
The lantern has some of the glass panels around it either broken or completely missing. She walks past you to the other side of the room, on another table lays several different lengthened candles. Bending, she lights them each quickly.
As the light illuminates the room in a soft mix of orange and yellow flickers, you couldn't help but look at her all over again. Her beautiful and oddly strong body, bare as the day she was born, without any shame.
The light flickers over her skin as the flames dance with the air, making her look so soft… so gentle. She really kept you on your toes, knowing that she can be the complete opposite in a matter of seconds.
Maybe that's why you don't want to leave. You like that she can be so soft and yet so bold.
Swallowing roughly, your mind fuzzes with the thought of gliding your hands over her hard yet plump body, just to feel her warmth on you once again.
Cupping her hand around the flame, she blows it out until it starts to fizzle into nothing, making smoke loop and drift off into the air.
Setting it down next to the lantern, she then turns to look at you. She has an oddly shy look on her face as she brings her hands up to push her hair behind her ears.
“Thank you.” you say after you swallow a bite. She looks confused as she tries to decipher what that means. As you catch onto her creased brow, your own eyebrows shoot up, “Oh, this-” you point towards the banana and then to your chest, “Happy. I’m happy.” you finish with a smile.
“Thank you?” Abby repeats unsure. “Yes! Good!” You beamed back. She smiles widely at your praise, but as she goes to walk to you, she stops in front of the opened door, looking out. She’s reminded that she hasn’t done her nightly routine of going around and checking to see if things were normal around the area, before ultimately trying to fall to sleep.
“Stay.. ?” She sounds unsure of herself again. “Oh.” Your eyes widen. “Yes. I Will.” You make a point to start walking to the bed to sit and wait for her, you shuffle slightly until you’re crisscrossed and comfortable. “Wait?” she questions you shyly.
You simply nod at her with obedience, not wanting to cause anymore trouble. You’re also tired, although you haven't been awake that long. The stress this evening causes your brain to feel like tv static, you just need to wake up fresh in the morning.
Knowing a good night's rest will be the best bet at helping get you ready for tomorrow, and all of your endless unanswered questions.
Turning, she bends and grabs at a makeshift looking hammer that was sitting beside the door. Built from some wood, with a piece of smoothed over stone rammed through it at the top. It looked like it could do some great damage if wielded by the right person.
And Abby had definitely fit the mold.
She looks at you and nods, starting to walk out the door, but stops short as she looks back at you one single time while shaking her head, more to herself than you, before she shuts it stiffly.
You hear her feet pad down the ramp with quick and heavy stomps as you continue chewing your banana. You’re left alone with yourself, accompanied by the big pile of bananas left on the floor and the small sizzles of the burning candles filling up the quiet home.
You look down, eyes landing on the flower she had given you. Grabbing it, you bring it up to your nose and breathe in lightly, taking in the floral aroma. Without thinking, you graze it over your cheek delicately, just like she had done to you earlier.
Smiling, you drop it to your lap, twiddling with it between your fingers. You shake your head but you can't shake the small smile from your face.
You then go to set it on the edge of the table next to the lantern, to keep it out of reach from getting messed up by accident.
Merely glancing back over your shoulder, your eyes are drawn to something peculiar. You frown, squinting at the smaller object that was peaking halfway from under the blanket.
Blinking slowly, you contemplate grabbing it. Looking away, you feel as though it would be slightly weird, picking up her things.
Drawing your hand out, you pull back slightly as you think about going against it, not wanting to be too snoopy. Eventually, you get over that feeling and yank the blanket back, exposing the object.
It's a doll. A very.. broken and old looking baby-doll.
Swallowing, you grab it gently by the middle of its body and pull it to you, resting it on your thigh. Its left arm is missing. You run your thumb over its scratched up face, the dark paint on it was chipped pretty badly. It isn't the cutest, sure, but it obviously held some value to Abby, hencing why it's up on her bed.
You snicker, thinking about how someone with such a rough and tough exterior such as Abby, could possess something so small and fragile like this.
Around the tiny doll's neck was a necklace made out of tiny unique shells. It rested against its chest neatly. It was very beautiful, and it looked like it took some time to make. You wonder if Abby had made it. The brightly colored handcrafted piece really stood out against the dark brown skin of the doll.
Brushing the tips of your fingers through its uneven chunk of black hair on its head, you let out a sigh. Dancing your fingers across its face one last time, you shake your head and turn to place it near a handmade looking pillow near the top of the bed, with a sudden gush of care.
As you sit there, not thinking of anything in particular, your eyes suddenly widen as you swallow hard against the residue of the leftover banana in your mouth. You don't remember the last time that you’ve had anything to drink.
Setting the banana down, you look around searching for anything that can help quench the awful thirst. You don't think that she’d really be upset with you getting up, as long as you stay inside.
As you look around, your eyes catch onto various things. From the position you sat in, you focused your eyes on a large bow resting against the wall, with several arrows in a stack next to it. You stand up from the edge of the bed, slowly walking up to it.
Gently you brush your fingers over the bowed wood until your fingers get to the string. You wrap your fingertips lightly around the somewhat tight string, strumming it as they follow down along it.
Your peripheral to your left catches onto something very shiny, eyes darting to it. On a low table sat a small standing mirror. It had a long crack going through it from one corner, to the other. It was very dirty and quite old looking, as it sat with a few dusty fingerprints on it.
You bend down to see yourself, taking your appearance in through the layer of gritty muck and dust covering the reflective glass.
Your fingers come up to trace your face. You don't look as bad as you had thought, just slightly exhausted as you look at your droopy and bloodshot eyes. Looking down beside the mirror, you see a decent sized hairbrush. The handle seems to be snapped, only half of it remains.
You can see some light blonde strands in it, but it also looks like it hasn't been used all that much. Thinking back to the look of her hair, you assumed she stopped using it, at least frequently. It seemed very wild and very unkempt, as if it was a golden bird's nest upon her head.
The corner of the table has a couple of wooden bowls inside of one another, and what looked to be a couple of cups sitting next to them. What intrigues you more though, is the small little treasure box just to the side of them.
You didn't know what was coming over you all of a sudden. Wanting to be so nosy about her. She was weird, and yet so intriguing.
Fingers itching to see what's inside, you flip the latch of it up. Lifting the lid, your eyes weren't expecting to see this.
Coins. Many coins. They looked oddly beautiful. Unlike any type of coin you’ve seen before. Dipping your fingers in, you move the small coins around, hearing them clatter together for a few moments before ultimately closing it back up again.
Pushing yourself to stand, you notice the random whisked baskets hanging from the ceiling above, but you don't bother looking through them.
You rake your eyes up the wall and see what you think to be, shark teeth, that were strung up littering across it. As though they were proud banners. Many small and large dried out starfishes were very unevenly placed onto the walls. Including some fishing nets, splayed up above droopingly.
Huh-She likes to decorate…You squint and flash a light smirk at the thought. It seemed very endearing to you.
Bringing your vision lower, you notice a small barrel like bucket that had the lid leaning against it, opened. You hunch over to look into it, catching sight of what seemed to be 100’s of different shapes and colors of sea shells. What rested on top of the shells were random handcrafted necklaces and bracelets made from the shells.
So.. she must’ve made that doll one.
Blinking hard, your eyebrows dart up, “Wow..” You murmur out in awe. Each one is very unique. Some are showing off a serene shine from catching the flickering light of the dull fire or even the sliver of light coming in from the moon, and some are dusty and ashed over from the sand where they must've been found.
You glance your head to the opposite side of the room, eyes landing on a ladder that was leading up the wall.
Curiously walking to it, you rest your hands on it to look up above into the darker looking room. Your hand tightens around one of the steps of the ladder.
As you contemplate climbing up, you cast your gaze back to the door, tilting your head slightly to try and hear anyone coming up to it. Hearing no sign of shuffling or creaks, you look up and plant your foot on the ladder, and start to slowly climb.
As you climb up at least 4 steps, your head peaks up and over the upstairs flooring. It was light enough from the moon peeking through a window left set open, allowing a light hue to cast over the room.
Casting your eyes over the room, your gaze once again catches onto something fairly shiny.
A big wooden chest. The reflective buckle on the lid was unlocked and leaning back onto the wall, opened.
What looked like clothing, hung out of the chest haphazardly. As if it was being searched through for something in a frenzied state. Some pieces were scattered across the floor in front of it.
Other miscellaneous things are thrown about across the floor, messily. You notice stray pieces of paper, some crumbled, and some completely balled up.
You continue your short climb until your knees are shuffling onto the flooring. You put your palms flat to it as you try to stand on the bumpy structure, With your legs slightly shaking from questioning your trust in the boards, you go to walk forward but stop short from what you see at your feet.
It was a piece of paper, which seemed to be slightly crumpled and also ripped down the middle. Your eyebrows draw together. One piece is at your feet while the other is slightly further away, flipped over.
Reaching down, you grasp it and hold it up. Leaning over further, you reach for the other stray bit. You slowly raise your body up, bringing the ripped papers together, connecting them like 2 puzzle pieces.
Your face molds over in confusion.
It was .. Abby. Her face was sketched onto it, pretty well. Below it was a black symbol that you don't think you’ve ever seen before.
And next to the odd symbol read the bold words,
’FIREFLY’
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All the while you're snooping around her home, unbeknownst to her, you have no clue how much Abby’s mind is absolutely racing when out of your presence. As she tries hard to keep her mind on her normal tasks and get things done, her mind almost immediately flies back to you.
Every few seconds it seems, the blue eyes flicker back to peek at the house to see if you’ve decided to open the door and leave again. She tries to continue checking to see if her traps have caught anything, or.. Anyone.
She notices that some of her animal traps seem to be oddly perfect. Which wasn't normal.. She usually doesn't come home empty handed. Ever, really. It stumped her.Her eyebrows crease in confusion as she huffs.
She decides to turn in and head back to you. Along the way, she thinks about all the possibilities of why she didn't catch anything throughout the day. She grunts and gobbles out annoyed noises, unhappy with herself. Even more from the fact that she couldn't proudly bring you home anything to eat before going to bed.
Shaking her head, she reminds herself that she’ll just go fish in the morning quickly before you wake up for the day.
Flower will be happy. She smiles at the thought of you being proud of her tomorrow morning.
Stepping out of the rocky and rough ground of the jungle, she trudges her strong body onto the sand of the beach. As she steps, her feet fling the sand every which way as she goes to make her way around the front of the house.
Her mind is on you, thinking of all the little things she gets to experience with you now. Abby felt as if you were sent to her. You were hers now, and she was going to do anything and everything she could to keep you.
She’s quickly broken from her thoughts as she turns the corner that leads to the front of her home, her strong tanned legs collide with a barrel, holding many of her frequently used hunting spears.
As she knocks it down roughly, they clatter loudly against each other, ultimately falling and landing into the sand with a clattery ‘Pfff’.
Her shoulders and hammer drop as she lets out a breathy grunt, she goes to bend down and pick the spears up. But once she starts picking them up, she hears quick padders of feet from above and the uneven movement of creeks following.
Her hair hangs in her face as she’s bent. Averting her eyes from the spears, she turns her head to the odd noises. She looks down and stares into the sand, her mind races as she thinks of what you could’ve been doing up stairs. Wondering what you could’ve.. Seen.
Blinking hard, she shakes her head quickly. Swallowing harshly, she then wets her lips, bringing her bottom one into her mouth, now biting along the rough skin anxiously.
Setting the barrel back up right, she sticks them back into it 2 at a time. Clapping her hands together, she dusts off the residue of the sand and ashiness. Swooping her arm down, she grips her hammer and brings it up to her side.
Finally starting up the ramp, she approaches the door and opens it, automatically connecting her wild eyes to your panicked looking ones.
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On most nights, Abby never really slept for long. Always too antsy as she would toss and turn in her bed while trying to fall to sleep. So in turn, she would try keeping herself busy. Her body would be exhausted but Abby's mind felt as if it never wanted to sleep.
Even if she did fall into a slumber, it was always plagued with nightmares or full on night terrors. Most nights, she would sadly scare herself awake with her own cries and screams. It made her never really want to fall to sleep, anyway.
So she always tried tiring herself out in other ways. Feeling as if she always had to keep her hands moving to soothe her clouded mind, She would either spend her nights building things or crafting.
Those nights included staying up, just laying on the sand while looking up at the twinkling night sky. Her mind would drift in many directions, thinking of everything all at once. It overwhelmed her but also kept her contempt.
She wondered about many things, but one of those things overpowered everything else. The one thing that she could never, no matter what, tear from her mind. She was always wondering if there would ever be someone that could be with her forever, so she would never have to be alone again.
So she could have a purpose. A reason for just, ‘being’.
Abby was very lonely. So dreadfully, lonely.
She would always try imagining what it would be like to be in the presence of another person, and just be happy. It wasn't easy for her to do that though. She would always grow frustrated at trying to conjure up a scenario in her head. It was usually hard for her, because one of the main problems was that she didn't know how to be ‘normal’ around someone in the first place.
It wasn’t like she’s never been around another person. She has. But those moments were usually very short. Most of those said ‘moments’ was her sneaking around them.
It took her a long time before she ever built up enough courage to try and ‘speak’ with them.
Any of the times she’s tried making peace offerings, they wouldn’t ever accept. And although they were not nice or kind to her, she liked being around them.. At a distance.
She’d climb up high in the trees just to sit, watch and listen to them talk to one another. She might not have understood much but, It made her feel so much less alone while hearing them just be around her. It was hard picking up on small words here and there, from them talking so quickly, but she did it eventually.
The big turning point for her was when she was just a young teen.
One morning while scouting out their large growing camp, she had stumbled upon a river that wrapped around the side of their base. She climbed up high into a large tree that led straight into the shallow water. The large leaves kept her easily hidden within the shade from the imposing sun.
That early morning, all of the older women of the group had decided to go and bathe, not having time the night before because of the large and late feast they all endured late that night. Abby had watched from afar with envy and a grumbling stomach.
The early morning sunlight shone through the trees, down upon the noisy and serene river that passed through the jungle, with a beautiful burst of light coating the surface. It made the water glitter and ripple in gold as the group of older girls stood in the shallows, cleaning themselves peacefully.
Her curious eyes were glazed over in awe as she watched down on them. They weren’t doing anything significant, other than purely bathing and keeping conversation with one another, every once in a while. And just from that, it had lit a fire within her heart.
It was like alarm bells were racing throughout her brain.
She couldn't quite decipher what it was, or even what it meant. As the women would lug the soapy rags over each of their unique breasts, down past their bellies and over their bundles of dark hair, she’s felt things that she’s never felt before.
Her mind would become fuzzy when she would watch the older girls or women anytime she’d sneak over to visit. Whether it was when they were at their most vulnerable, bathing. Or when they were doing their normal daily tasks throughout the day.
She would look down at herself and run her hands over her body, just like they would do to themselves. The girls all looked so different from each other yet, were all the same. Just like her.
As she grew older and started discovering more things about herself, she couldn't stop. She would run home quickly after the whole camp would slowly start to fall asleep.
As soon as she got back home, she would explore herself lovingly under the stars, imagining her hands as another. But once she would finish and open her eyes, seeing that she was still oh-so alone, she would fill up with bitterness and cry in frustration with herself, until the sun had risen.
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“Hi.” You swallow hard following it with an awkward smile as you sit down onto the bed rigidly, waiting to see how she would react to seeing you standing, rather than being exactly where she left you.
Her eyes glance around the room, landing on the ladder to her left. Keeping her eyes trained on it, you see her jaw tighten, making you avert your eyes from her and look at the ladder as well.
Quickly trying to change the subject, you blurt out, “Water?” causing her to snap her gaze away from the infamous ladder and shoot her eyes to yours. Slowly, very slowly, she bends her knees and titles herself to the side, letting the hammer fall from her grasp and land against the wall with a solid thud.
Straightening herself back up, Abby keeps her hands dropped down at her sides, clenched. As she looks at you, her head tilts to the side, blinking hard. It felt like her gaze was piercing a hole through your head. Abby didn't answer you, remaining silent.
You ask again, “Abby?” You point to your mouth and nod.
As if she was in a daze, she shakes her head quickly, knocking herself out of it.
“Thirsty.” Abby grunts out. Her long legs allow her to cross the room in big strides. She hurriedly reaches down in the far corner of the room, lifting what seems to be a pitcher up in front of her. Turning, she goes to the small table and picks up one of the cups sitting there.
Your eyes glide over her burly form as she keeps her back to you, pouring the drink. Setting the pitcher down with a thud onto the table, she turns to you and automatically brings it to your mouth and tips it forward.
“Mmm!” You splutter at the surprising gesture. Water spews from the sides of the cup and down your neck, and all over your front. Bringing your hands quickly up to her arm that was wielding the cup, you pull it away speedily to try and stop her from fully emptying the cup onto you.
Coughing and burping slightly you squeal out “Abby sto-Hold o-Wai-” You can barely get out even a full word as you continue to try and cough up all of the water you had breathed in. She looked like she was a fish out of water as her mouth opened and closed many times, seeming as shocked as you were.
From your aggressive splutters, many flicks of water droplets land on her face, which causes her to flinch and flutter her lashes quickly. Her thick and wild eyebrows seemed as though they were permanently set into a frown at this point.
Abby didn't know what to do, or how to even react. She’s never dealt with someone doing this before. Standing there, she just stares wide eyed at you, uselessly.
Once you had finished coughing as much of the water up as you could, you sat there as you tried calming down. You grit your teeth and glare up at her while taking in slow and deep breaths. Bringing your hand up, you begin to wipe at your wet mouth and chin.
Abby’s eyebrows raise at your reaction towards her. Abby didn't understand what she had done wrong. You were thirsty, and all she was doing was helping take care of you.. so why were you upset with her?
She brings a big hand up to her face, wiping lazily at the water that randomly landed on her. Her hand then moves to the side of her temples as she pushes her wavy hair out of her face and behind her ears.
Sniffling, you clear your throat. “Give it to me, please? I can do it.” You urge her with a gentle nod, patting the back of her monstrous hand, that basically engulfs the cup. Her grip instantly loosens just from the softness of your tone.
You take it from her once you feel the weight of her hand retract from it and bring it to your mouth, sipping it easily as your gaze stays connected with her weary eyes. Fluttering your eyes down, they catch on her sweat slicked throat bobbing as she swallows tightly.
Without saying anything, she bends one of her knees and plants it to the floor to kneel in front of you. Abby doesn't really allow any space between your knees and her body. And although you were sitting down, it seems like she was still somehow towering over you even while she’s down on her knees.
Pulling the cup away from your mouth, you look away from her unwavering eyes, awkwardly. “Uh-you, can.. Sit?” You pass the cup from your right hand to your left, and pat the free space beside you on the bed, signaling for her to sit next to you.
Abby’s eyes follow the movement of your hand, but she continues to sit there, unmoving. Bringing her attention back onto your face, she bows her head slightly and looks up at you through her brows.
Stopping your hand that was patting the bed, you sigh at her lack of movement and continue sipping from the cup anyway. You start sipping at the liquid that was saved while trying to keep your eyes away from hers, choosing to look around her form instead.
It was awkward. Her just sitting there in your face, staring. Your eyes are brought back to her once she suddenly starts moving. Instead of getting up though, she brings the knee that was still posted up, down and beneath herself, now sitting on top of her feet. Resting her palms flat on her thighs, her eyes don't waver from your face.
After a minute or so of finally finishing the rest of the water, you set the cup down onto the small bedside table. Clearing your throat, you shuffle a little. Giving her a quick glance, you try moving back to give some distance between the 2 of you.
Abby’s eyes slowly fall from your face, and follow the path down your neck to your chest. Her tongue darts out to lick at her dry lips, then swallows as she keeps her eyes on your glistening breasts.
Unable to really feel it at first, simply because you were choking, you finally realize the water had made its way down your chest and down your belly, stopping right before your dark bikini bottoms.
“Oh..” You mutter as you look down at yourself. Abby’s cheek twitches as her eyes trace over them. Her left hand slowly raises, being brought up to rest the tips of her fingers on the edge of the bed. As you’re looking down at yourself, you dart your eyes to follow the motion of her hand.
She lifts her thumb and grazes the side of your knee, it was such a light touch that it felt almost ghostly. She brushes back and forth over you, causing your skin to litter with goosebumps.
Your breath hitches as she applies more pressure, her rough thumb against your soft skin makes you quiver as it shoots down to your core.
Clearing your throat, you try and think of something to break the current tension that lingered in the air. It wasn't an uncomfortable tension, it was more or less an awkward one. You didn't know why she was being so attentive and sweet to you, having just met you.
Shaking your head, you dart your eyes to the side and focus them on the blanket behind you. Which is still lying crumpled up on the bed with the doll sitting next to it, exactly where it was left.
“I-um, can I use this?” Turning to grab at the dark and old looking blanket. You pull it in front of you to let it lay in your lap halfway, presenting the cloth to her bright eyes. Abby doesn't really catch on to what you mean though. Raising her eyebrows, she tilts her head as she looks between you and the blanket, trying to understand what you might be referring to.
You let out a small ‘tsk’ with your tongue against your front teeth, trying a different tactic. “Uhhh..” you bring it before your stomach and motion to pat yourself. You point at it with your other hand while nodding, “Dry?”
Her mouth forms into a small ‘O’ once she realizes what you mean, she grunts through her nose. Very much like a bobblehead, she nods up at you. An amused huff comes from you.
Turning the blanket every which way, you try to figure out which end of it you should use to dry yourself off. You don't want to ruin your chances with a damp blanket as you try to stay warm throughout the night.
Quickly dabbing at your body, your mind forgets about all of the problems of today in these very moments, having to worry about something so miniscule. Such as simply drying yourself off.
You kind of had to suck it up and get over the fact that the middle of your bikini top was soaked, meaning you would just have to leave it alone and let it air dry. It wasn’t too bad, so you just soaked up as much of it as you could.
Her burning stare slowly starts to feel less claustrophobic. It almost feels like it's second nature now, since she’s basically done it all day at this point. You understand that sometimes, some people just can’t help themselves.
And you knew she wasn't doing it in a rude way, so you didn't mind. You could tell that she was just curious, and that was ok with you. You were definitely just as curious as her, but you were just better at hiding it.
You hadn't looked at her since you first started drying yourself off. So once you glanced up with amusement etching onto your face, her head flinched back a little. After a few moments of patting yourself, you finish. You go ahead and turn the damp end of the blanket around and down to where your feet would be.
Planting your hands down on the edge of the bed, your posture becomes less stiff as you try and make yourself come across more comfortable. You don't want her thinking that you’re taking her kindness for granted.
“Thank you.” You say sheepishly. Her brows twitch at your words, but she stays silent. She lowers her head as she looks down at your knee. Her hand raises slowly as she darts her eyes back and forth from your knee to your eyes.
Abby looks less confident this time around as her somewhat shaky hand cradles your knee. Your eyelashes flutter as you glance down at her hand veins bulging up under her tanned skin. She tilts her chin down as she ducks her head and looks up at you, waiting for you to react.
Your skin feels hot as she grips you tightly, but not too tightly. Just.. perfect. Like she was holding back her strength so much as to not smother you with it, and you knew she easily could.
She seemed to be trying to work on it, looking back at all of the other times she’s tried to show you her emotions, and somehow always messed up.
You not only surprise Abby, but also yourself at what you do next. Your hand works on its own accord as it comes up to plant itself over hers. “Good.” You mutter mindlessly with a small nod. Abby couldn't hold in her excitement at this.
So as soon as your hand touches hers, she launches herself up and forward to be even closer to you. If that was even possible.
Your eyes shoot open at her quick movement. Although alarmed, you try to stay still and just let her come to you. Abby’s face is now inches from yours. Her belly button was now at the height of your knees, making her small breasts to be resting right above them.
The intensity of her stare consumes you, and for some odd and unexplainable reason, she looks at you like you held up the stars. You hold her stare, noticing how her pupils waver and enlarge as she continues looking into your eyes.
It was like these blue eyes could say a million things. At least, they say more than she could ever physically say.
As you examined her so intimately, you seem more appreciative this time around. You just wanted to feel her.
Your hand starts to pull away from hers, but is stopped by her lightning fast pace. Her own hand follows in pursuit of your own, and wraps around your wrist, causing it to stop right over her cheek.
Abby just holds your wrist midair, eyes not wavering from you. Slowly, your hand continues to travel to her face, resting your palm gently on her strong jaw. Her eyes shut as she pushes further into your hand, nearly purring.
Her heart rate picks up quickly. At least you assumed so, from the small gasp coming from her lips. She pulls her hand from your wrist and uses both of her massive ones to grip onto your knees, ripping them apart. Her hands grip your hips and yank you forward so that her bare chest is clad with yours, forcing your center to smother against her abs.
Your legs bow around her thick and strong middle. Instead of keeping eye contact, she dips her head into your neck and breathes in deeply. Breathing out, her warm breath fans over your neck.
Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth falls ajar as her grip on you continues to stand strong. Her hands start squeezing at you, rolling your skin in such a possessive way. Gasping, you push forward into her.
Her hot and wet mouth drags across your skin, rather lazily. Your right hand falls from her cheek and cups around the top of her shoulder in a tight hold. Abby grunts against you at that, making you feel the graze of her teeth poke out.
Your left hand comes up to slide into her hair and cup the back of her head, pushing her deeper into you. Her hands begin to wander over you without any real plan. They thoughtlessly grip you here and there as they slide over your soft curves.
Abby’s mouth feels as though it hesitates against you, like she wants to kiss at your skin. Finally abiding by her own wishes, she firmly plants them onto you. She knew she was doing good by the way you hadn’t pushed her away. She then does it many more times, but does it less and less stiffly as she goes on, getting the hang of it.
It's not until you feel her large hand come to the front of you, and feel it palm at your inner thigh that your eyes shoot open in realization. “Abby.” You gasp out, trying to tell her to stop. As if your talking spurred her on, she pecks open mouth kisses at you, quickly.
You can feel her hard nipples against your own chest. Her large thumb goes further, sliding over your puffy lips through your bikini bottoms. “Wait, fuck-” You simultaneously snap your eyes shut and arch your back into her, moaning out.
Clenching, you feel yourself gush into your bottoms. Her thumb catches your clit, making you stutter a surprised jump against her.
Your hips move on their own accord, grinding up into her thumb. Abby takes the leap and bites on your neck gently, sucking as she rolls her tongue over you. “Fuck, Abby..” you sigh out. She removes her hand from in between your legs and brings it up hastily to your chest, groping you. She drops her mouth down to your other breast, sucking at the skin.
Although it felt good, you weren't sure if it was right to do this. At least after the events of today. “Ok, Stop!” You grit out, shoving her away. Your physical push didn't do much but as if your words burned her, she flew back off of you.
You look down at her on the floor. She leaned back on her legs, while her hands were planted on the floor. She was heaving, nose flared and naked chest rising up and down heavily. Her eyes were blown wide with lust as she stared up at you.
Your hand flies in between your legs, cupping yourself. You shiver at the feeling of how wet you had gotten with very little touching. From this position, her legs were spread, presenting herself to you. As the small flame next to you flickered, you could see how her thick inner thighs caught the light. They shimmered with her own wetness.
“We can't.. Ok? I'm sorry.” You shake your head down at her, sadly yet sympathetically. You feel horrible for stopping her so abruptly, but this seemed wrong. The current circumstances weren’t the best, and you felt like you just shouldn't be doing this right now.
“I-Abby.. we should go to, uh-” You were unsure if you knew what you were going to mean, so you gestured at the bed. “Sleep.” You say, bluntly. She averted her eyes from you, her face had completely washed over with sadness. She must've known what you meant as she just simply nods, clenching her jaw.
As she hesitantly goes to stand up, you don't want her thinking that what she did was wrong, so you hunch over quickly and place your hand on her thigh. “It's okay. I-im not mad.” You crease your brow and shake your head. The frown slowly grows into a smile as you rub at her, soothingly.
Even though she definitely doesn't need help getting up, you wanted her to know for sure that you weren’t upset with her. “Come on.” You whisper as you pull your hand from her, holding it out in front of her face with a come hither motion.
Her shoulders dropped at your gesture. Abby’s hand once again engulfs yours as she barely even uses it to get up, mainly putting her weight on her other hand to help. She wanted you to feel like you were helping.
You shake your hand from her grasp so she would let go. Abby was obviously too tall while standing but you raise your hand up to her anyway. She takes the hint and dips her head down, allowing you to caress her face once again, sweetly.
Letting your hand fall, you put your palms to the bed and scoot yourself further back. You then motion for her to come up there with you. She easily follows your direction this time, dropping a knee on the bed, sitting down.
Her eyes suddenly dart behind you, just as her hand flies out. She pulls the beaten up doll in front of her and up to her face. As if shying away, she somewhat hides behind it as she looks at you.
You give a small smile in return. “Where did you get it from?” You gesture at the doll. A moment passes before you see her pointing towards the front door of her home, she mutters from behind its head. “Water.” You just simply nod at her, not really knowing what else to ask.
Her long leg that continues to hang off of the bed, starts shaking. The doll is small, sure, but as you look at Abby holding it with both hands, it looks even smaller against her. From the sound that comes from her, you think it to be a small sound of a kiss.
Suddenly, she pulls it away from her face and into yours, “Lily.” She grunts out.
“Oh.” You say in surprise. Nodding, “Lily.” You echo back softly, patting the doll. She didn't bring it away from your face though. She urges it forward. “Uh..” You look back between her and the doll. It then clicked. You lean down and give it a quick peck. Smiling sheepishly.
She toothily smiles and hums out a delighted noise. She then pulls away and sets her down in the far corner of the bed, away from you both.
You and Abby just sit there for a minute, comfortably amongst each other. Letting out a big yawn, you squeeze your eyes closed. Opening them once you’ve finished, they sting with a small amount of tears.
You look at Abby as she follows in toe, doing the same as you, giving out a powerful yawn.
Both of your minds were fuzzy with exhaustion. The confusing and draining aspects of the day’s discoveries were really taking a toll on you at this point, even more than before. And all you really wanted to do was pass out.
You were going to ask her to blow out the candles, thinking it would help you sleep with less light. The nerves got to you though, thinking about how dark and creepy it would be in here, making you decide against it.
“Lay?” You ask her. Her face shows that she doesn't know what that means. Huffing, you grab her wrist and pull. You shuffle and lay yourself down on your back, pulling her with you. “Lay.” You whisper.
She follows you down, and lays on her side, facing you. You don't face her though, you stay planked on your back.
You move to pull the blanket from underneath you, shoving your legs under it. You try throwing the other half of the blanket over her but it barely even covers half of Abby’s body. It doesn't seem to bother her though.
Her pillow is under your head, only realizing now that you took her only one. You go to say something, mainly to apologize, but she brings her arm down and folds it to prop her head up, not really paying it any mind.
After a few minutes of trying to get comfortable, you finally settle as peacefully as you could.
Sighing as your brain starts to gently nod off, you whisper “Goodnight.”
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“Oh come on, it’ll be fun! Brunch is cool.” Your best friend whines to you as she walks around the kitchen island. Nora was cooking, and you were currently helping fill the fridge with food.
You groan, “Whatever. I'm not a fan of the whole middle ground thing, it’s either Breakfast or Lunch. I dont get why they mashed it up.” You roll your eyes playfully at her.
“I think it's because it's like right after breakfast.”
“Then that would just be lunch.”
“Ok then” Nora sighs, “Do you have lunch directly after you eat your breakfast? Or do you-ugh. Nevermind. I'm genuinely debating with the most stubborn person ever.” She grumbles.
“Wait,” You laugh. “Why would that even be fun? It's just food.” You close the fridge and start walking away.
“Uh-Exactly. It's food.” Nora huffs as she throws the mushrooms she just cut up out of her way and into a bowl. ‘Idiot’ you hear her snicker. The atmosphere is full of a light and airy, playful mood.
“What are you making again?” You question her, going to sit down on one of the stools at the kitchen island, watching her. You look at the couple of random magazines littered across the large space. Lazily grabbing one and flipping it open.
This time, she groans. “Would you just let me do what I gotta do?” Glancing up, you see her pick up the big knife and wave it at you, arching her brow. “Yeah yeah.” You answer back flatly. You hear her mumble under her breath, ‘nosey ass’
You huff a little laugh through your nose at that. A couple minutes pass of you mindlessly looking at miscellaneous things throughout the pages, while Nora tries convincing you of coming with her tomorrow for ‘brunch’.
It's gotten less talkative and more just sitting there within each other's presence at this point. Not really bothering to keep talking. Just comfortably hanging out.
That was, up until Nora’s voice cut in,
“Why did you leave me?” Nora laughs, now with her back to you. She’s now over the stove, stirring the pot of food. In your peripheral vision, you can see her shake her head as she says it. You let out a short and confused hum, you keep your eyes on the magazine as you answer,
“Huh?” you flip the page.
All that fills up the kitchen is the sound of you boringly flipping through the crinkly pages.
There was an odd beat.
“Why didn't you save me?” She says with a sudden graveley, flat tone.
The drop in her voice causes you to stop your eyes from scanning over the magazine, your eyes waver from the pages and move up the counter slowly, to allow the words to set in for a few seconds.
With you not answering and her not continuing, there’s a feeling in the air that you couldn't really explain. The once playful joy in the air was so suddenly.. drained.
Frowning, you dared to look over at her. And what you caught sight of made your entire body shudder. It was as if the air was completely knocked out from within you.
In a blink of an eye, your best friend's usual dark brown skin was sucked dry, and was now a deadly gray. Her once loving brown eyes are now glazed over in a soulless white.
Your eyes fly open as you shoot up from your chair, it aggressively falls over as you stand. Your nostrils flare as you try to catch your breath. Stumbling around the island, you put your hands up, shaky palms facing her cautiously.
“Nora.” You breathily stutter out to her. The beat of your heart was hammering so hardly against the inside of your chest, that it felt like it was going to burst out from within you with every beat. “Wh-Wha..” the sides of your eyes start to sting as you feel the wave of tears start to come through.
“I’m.. I'm just so cold.” She gasps out, then shivers violently. Her gray arms come up to hold at herself in a small hug.
“You left me.”
You shake your head at her words. “I didn't!” You cry out. You wanted to run up, hug her, and comfort her. But you couldn't. You were so scared that your feet were as though they were glued to the floor. “I can help. I-i, Nora. please-” You plead to her through your whimpers.
“You can’t help me if I'm already dead.” She grunts out over your voice. It looked like her body was thinning out. Her clothes began to look like they were 3 sizes too big on her. Bringing your hands up to your mouth, you sob into them with pure terror.
Her body stops shaking, becoming still as a plank. Nora’s white eyes slowly widen. She drops a hand down to her stomach, grasping at it. She lurched over as a sudden choke was spewed out from her lips. Her pale hands fly up to her throat, holding onto it as she begins to violently choke.
Water starts spewing out from her mouth as if her lungs were completely filled up with it. She jerkily falls down to her knees as the water aggressively starts spewing out from her and all over the kitchen tiles.
You slam your hands over your ears as your entire mind fills up with the sounds of her chokes.
“NORA!”
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Your eyes pop open while you gasp sharply upon your wake. There's a moment of sheer disorientation as your vision is blurred while scattering around. Tears well up quickly in your eyes and fall down your cheeks in warm streams.
Scared eyes look around the unfamiliar and dim room, as you try catching your breath. You push your body up with your palms and sit up with a chest full of devastation.
Your face is quickly taken a hold of tightly and turned to the right. Screeching, your hands fly up to grasp at whatever had a hold of you.
Body shaking, your eyes come in contact with wide alerted, blue ones. Abby. Her large body is fully sitting up as she hovers over you. Instead of sitting there doing nothing, you fling yourself into her arms with a cry.
It was so unexpected that once you collided your chest to hers, she let out a surprised yelp as she fell back onto her butt. You use your leverage on her strong shoulders to help pull yourself up to your knees, wrapping your legs hastily around her hips.
She’s stiff as a board at first, unsure of your sudden explosion of emotion. As you uncontrollably sob into her shoulder and messy hair, she slowly wraps her arms around you. Once she makes sure you aren't going to pull away, her arms tighten dramatically around your frame.
Closing her eyes, she does the same as you and buries herself into your shoulder. You feel her blunt nails dig into you as her grip becomes more tight, but you’re unable to care. You just need someone, anyone, to just hold you.
After a few minutes of you crying out as many tears as you could, your eyes began to burn uncomfortably, forcing you to finally stop for your and Abby’s sake. Your nose was now stuffed to the brim, and your lips felt like they could have been swollen to the touch.
Abby didn’t move for anything other than adjusting you and herself, as she tried to make it more comfortable for you both. The entire time she would run her rough hand over your back every few seconds. Abby’s shoulder had been drenched with your tears, but she couldn't care less.
As you slowly pulled away from her for the first time, you kept your eyes averted from hers, purposefully. The corner of your lips perk up as you sheepishly smile, sniffling. Bringing the blanket up, you wipe her shoulder off.
You were embarrassed for sure. You didn't know if you should be feeling silly for freaking out over a dream. It was just a dream, sure. But how could you just simply let it go? In these circumstances, was it so far-fetched after all? There were too many possibilities, and that's what made this feel so much worse.
You cast your eyes over your shoulder and look around the room. Not knowing how long you had been asleep, you catch onto some of the candles that have been drowned and put out by the wax.
Looking up, you catch her eyes already on you. Your eyes waver, making you squeeze them shut. You tip your trembling chin up, shaking your head back and forth to try ridding the images of Nora away. You just want to forget that dream.
You slowly start to open them as you hear her mutter, “Flower?” You then feel Abby bring a hand up to around the side of your neck, cupping it to pull you closer. Her eyes run over your face.
“Pretty.”
Her eyes drop to stare at your lips. Wavering only to look back and forth from each of them. As if in a trance, her breathing picks up and her head slightly sways.
Moving your hand from her shoulder, you let it drag to her collarbone. You sit there as you bring your bottom lip into your mouth, contemplating whether this was a good idea or not.
Maybe this is what I need right now. To get my mind off of everything.. Just for a little while.
Swallowing, you hesitate as you move into her.
Just do it.
You surge forward, crashing your lips to hers. As you bombarded her with the kiss, she had no real reaction to it, besides sitting still. Assuming she showed a lack of reaction from you catching her off guard, you continue.
Taking the lead, you go slow as you try to get her to start kissing you back. Only, she didn't.
After noticing her lips were still stiff against yours, you go to pull away with an apology at the tip of your tongue. But instead, you’re stopped by the grip she had on your neck. Now, Her lips start to move against yours.
Abby tries to keep up with your kisses as best as she could. After a minute or so, she slowly starts getting the hang of it. As it goes on and the kiss starts becoming deeper, you teasingly slip your tongue out to lick at her lower lip.
Gasping, Abby parts her lips just enough for you to dip into her mouth. You could tell that she was hesitant as she connected her tongue with yours. It was insanely foreign. Her tongue dances across yours with sloppy licks. You stop here and there from kissing, just to allow you to explore eachothers mouths.
She lets you shove her back onto the bed by her shoulders, allowing you to sit on top of her. Instead of laying all the way down, she keeps her upper body up against the ‘headboard’ of the bed.
Before going any further, Abby cuts off the kiss as her hands fly up to the bottom of your bikini top. Slipping the tips of them underneath the bottom of the cotton, she rips it up and over your head.
Instead of reconnecting her lips to yours, she brings her hot mouth down to your now free nipple. Both of her hands come up to squeeze both of your boobs tightly, pushing them together. You tip your head back with an open mouthed cry.
Your hands come up to wrap around her wrists, they continue to flex and squeeze against you. She lets go of your nipple with a wet smack, moving to the other to do just the same. “Fuck.. Just like that.” You gasp out.
Catching you off guard, you jump with a yelp as she nibbles at it. “Please.” You whimper out. Your words spur her on, but not how you thought. Her mouth stays on you as she drops her hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of it.
Your hands fall to her hard chest, just above her breasts. Your nails dig lightly into her skin. She slowly starts to drag your core back and forth over her. Letting out a sharp gasp, you start to move with her.
She hums around your nipple at the feeling of your nails digging in. She takes her mouth off of you, looking up. The loss of her mouth makes you open your eyes and look down at her. Her mouth is ajar just like yours. You bend down a little, gritting your teeth, you move your hips more firmly against her as you stare her down.
She looks up at you with what seems to be a hurt expression littering her features. Abby’s eyes dart back and forth quickly from your moving hips, to your face. Your pussy moves in slow rough drags just over her lower belly.
You were absolutely soaked through at this point, and you knew she could feel all of it. Her breathing was just as heavy as yours, the top of her collarbone started to shine in a beautiful sheen. Not even needing to check and see if Abby was wet, because you definitely knew she was.
Moving them a little further down, you palm at her breasts. A groan flies out of her once you start swiping your thumbs over her already hardened nipples.
She brings her legs up a little, bending them at the knee to give her more leverage underneath you. Your eyes flow down to her face as you hear the call of your name, forcing you to stop in your tracks. Hunching over her, your chest and belly heave as you try catching your breath.
You blink quickly, your name sounding weird coming from her mouth. You don't say anything, you’re not really sure what to, anyway. Looking down to your center, you guiltily look back up to her face.
Maybe it was too fast. Maybe.. she wanted to stop. You hoped to god she didn't.
Instead of saying something, she wraps her big hands around your wrists and pulls them up to her mouth. Your hands fall open as she kisses one palm, and moves to the next.
“Thank you.” she murmurs after pecking you.
“Good, Flower?” Kissing you once more.
Relief rushes over you, making your shoulders raise. As if a heavy boulder was being laid on them. Huffing out a breath you didn't even notice you were holding, you swallow. Nodding, you reply “You’re good, Abby. So good.”
Her head then moves forward, wanting to initiate a kiss. You easily fall into her, kissing back. She lets your wrists go as you feel a hand slither behind you, sliding down your back and settling on your waist.
Holding your waist tightly, she plants her free hand onto the bed and scoops you up, you yelp against her lips from the sudden swoop. Before you can say anything, she lays you down gently onto the bed.
Her lips fall from yours as she litters kisses down your chin, your neck and then down the dip of your chest. She pecks across your breasts, sucking at your skin here and there. And then suddenly, they slow down as she brings her mouth lower.
Your belly tenses and raises with your gasps against her mouth. The trail of her wet kisses down your chest starts tingling and becoming cold as your breath fans down over yourself.
You try keeping your eyes open that are now heavily lidded with lust. Squeezing your thighs together, you feel how sticky you’ve gotten. You huff from the pure ache between them.
Scooting herself easily down the bed, Abby slowly stops her trails of kisses once she gets to the top of your swimsuit. Your bottoms might be dark but she can see the large shimmering puddle as you move. Your thighs flex, antsy for what she’s going to do next.
Her hands fall underneath your legs and roughly push them up by your thighs, your knees being forced to the sides of your waist. Licking her lips, her eyes don't move from the big puddle you’ve produced.
You feel your already warm cheeks bloom harsher at her stare. She brings her lips to your thigh and grazes them over your skin, your wet walls clench from the ghostly touch. You decide to tease her in return. Bringing your hand down, you pull at the top of your bottoms.
By doing that, they ride up your puffy lips and outline them perfectly for her. Humming, you loosen your grip on them, just to pull them back up harshly. The fabric rides up against your clit perfectly. Biting your lip, you start moving your hips into it.
At this point, you’re just putting on a show for her as you continue to ride against the thin cloth. She’s absolutely mesmerized by your movements, not even realizing that her head was coming closer and closer to your sopping center.
The smell of your deep musk invades her senses, causing her lashes to flutter. Without fully thinking about it, she shoves her nose right against the fabric. Breathing quickly in and out, she shakes her head back and forth against you.
Wincing, you grit your teeth from the stiff hold she has on your thighs. Her hold is becoming so tight that you believe it'll most likely bruise. Suddenly, the pressure is lost as she lets go and rips your bikini bottoms down your legs, throwing them somewhere your eyes don't follow.
She instantly drops back down to the same position she was previously in, but instead of her having to part your thighs, you do it for her instead. Exposing yourself quickly to her, she lowers her head down to you.
You thought that she would get straight to it but she hovers and just stares at your drooly pussy. She could easily smell you from the small distance and it caused her mouth to water.
You assume that she doesn't know what she’s doing, knowing that she barely even knew how to kiss that well.
Sitting up slightly onto your elbows, you try to pull your legs up into a more comfier position. She quickly takes a hold of your ascending legs, and throws an evil glare up at you. Flinching, your lidded eyes become wide at her switch of emotion.
“I'm not leaving.” You try calming down the tiger. “Just.. Here.” Your hand comes up from the side of you, slowly being brought down to the top of your lips, her eyes follow it as if she was about to pounce. You apply pressure to the top of your cunt and pull up the hood, exposing your clit to her. It makes you hiss.
It was hard and throbbing at this point, and the warmth of her breath fanning over your wetness wasn't helping. Her eyebrows twitch at that. “You can- um. You can lick it?” You thought that maybe she was waiting for the consent, but she still doesn't move.
“Please.” You sigh out, wanting to just feel her on you again. Catching her attention, she looks up at you. Shoving your hips up to sway in front of her mouth, you repeat yourself more firmly this time. “Lick.”
Her eyes follow your swaying hips, and the word repeats in her head. She takes the hint and her mouth finally drops onto you. It's messy and uncoordinated. And although it feels good, the movements seem as though they are more explorative, than wanting to give you any consistent pleasure.
You groan as she shakes her head into you, your juices wet her chin and cheeks. Her tongue slips down and scoops at your sloppy entrance. Her big mouth was basically devouring you as it licked everywhere it could. Even darting into you at random moments.
It was like she was teasing you. How every few seconds, her mouth would come up and lick and suck at your clit, just to be dragged away so she could focus elsewhere.
You note that she really doesnt know what she’s doing. And if this really was her first time doing this, you wanted her to go at her own pace. But at this point, it was really irking you. You felt like you gushed every time she finally paid attention to the one thing that you hoped she would.
“Please, Abby-God. Right here.” You bend forward to cup the bottom of her wet chin and pull her from you. She was against it at first but she stopped once you moved her to hover over your neglected clit. With your free hand, you bring it to your clit and start rubbing it in tight circles.
“This.” You grit out. Throwing your head back, your throbbing clit finally finding relief. “Suck right here.” Your voice deep with desire, hips grind up into your hand, “Can you do that? Fuck-Just for me?” Not caring if she understood you or not, your own words were helping you work yourself up.
“You wanna make me feel good?” Your words are followed by embarrassing whimpers.
Even though you didn't want to stop touching yourself, you knew that you wanted this beast of a woman to get you off, far more than your own hand. You drop your hand from yourself and also her chin, laying them lazily at your sides.
When you pull away, she immediately engulfs your clit into her mouth. A harsh intake of breath is heard from you as a refreshing feeling coats your chest. “Fuck!” You squeak out. Your throat is tight as she sucks harshly at it. Your hands fly down to her messy locks. You help her move against you, fucking her mouth.
Your head feels too heavy at this point, not really being able to keep it up anymore. Letting your head fall back, you squeeze your eyes shut and groan out as she nibbles against it. A single shiver stirs in your lower back, and then shoots up your spine.
With no real control, your thighs start to close around her head as her mouth feels like it's devouring you. They’re stopped quickly by a single slam of her hand on your inner thigh, keeping at least one of them parted.
You don't expect her to bring her right hand up to your pussy, as she drags the pads of her thick fingers at your entrance. “Huhh. Oh-Fuck me. Please.” You whimper, whispered pleas are followed after.
Turning her wrist, she pushes 2 fingers in without warning. “No! Ngh-Wait. Start sma-” Groaning, Your entire body clenches up. Her intent doesn’t falter as she starts dragging them in and out of you. Unable to even conjure up anymore words, you lay there and take it.
You might have been sopping wet but, the stretch of her fingers felt like you’d never just simply get used to it. Her thrusts aren't that slow or gentle, they oddly seem more articulated. As if she’s at least done this before.
The moans you’re releasing feel as though they’re being punched out of you.
The flicks at your clit help mask the stinging stretch of her fingers. The contrast of her making out with your bundle of nerves, to the delicious stretch of her fingers, make you truly breathless. The quick drags of her digits are slowed by how tight you clench around her.
You cover your mouth with the back of your hand to muffle your cries, even going as far as to bite yourself. Solid wet thumps are heard as she continues to beat into you with no remorse.
Curling her fingers, she punches them up roughly. You’re unable to think straight, only able to babble out incoherent words mixed with dragged out moans. Your grip on her hair was starting to become loose.
You were somewhat scared to let go but you did, only once you felt her free hand slither around your thigh and up your belly to take a hold of your boob. She possessively holds onto it as she growls into you.
Your back arches off of the bed as you place your hand over hers. She lets go of your clit with a soft smack as her jaw becomes slightly tired. She starts to focus on her fingers. Breathing in and out heavily, trying to catch her breath. The warm air fans over your thigh as she rests her temple onto your squishy skin.
Your entire body ripples against her harsh pounds, and you add to it once you start fucking down onto her fingers. “Im-i fuck. I'm so close.” You manage to get out. The middle of your chest was becoming damp, just like Abby’s hairline was, as it started to bead up with sweat.
Her cheeks were as bright as a fire truck now. Her hips start to grind down into the bed. You only notice now that she hasn't felt anything in return, only focused on giving you everything instead.
Letting go of her hand, you wrap both of yours around her thick wrist, bringing her fingers up to your mouth. Parting them, you bring her index into your mouth to suck on it. She looks up as she continues beating her fingers into you with no remorse.
Her lips part as she stares up, watching you pop her out of your mouth, just to lick a long stripe up the long digit, as teasingly as you could. You make a show for her, letting your spit web from your tongue to her finger.
Abby watches in pure awe. She feels herself pulse between her own legs as your tongue runs along her.
She must've been dripping straight onto the bed all this time, you were sure of it. Knowing how worked up she had gotten with just simply touching you before bed, this must've been a pure dream for her.
Not knowing what came over her, without thinking she bites the inside of your thigh. Not sweetly, but aggressively. Yanking her hand from your mouth, you scream in pain.
Her fingers were painfully pulled from your pussy after you started yanking away from her. A loud squelch follows from her dripping fingers being pulled from your abused hole. You yelp from the departure.
Abby shuffles further up the bed, so that she could hover over you. A sour look was etched onto her face. Her normal blue orbs were completely taken over by her predatory blown out pupils. Her eyes were dangerous, looking like a shark that just had a taste of blood.
The ache between your thighs is once again forced to strain against the stretch of her big fingers. “No-fuuuuhck!” You squeeze your puffy eyes closed as you feel them once again sting with tears. Her face drops down to yours as you feel her hot breath pan over your face.
“Flower.” She grunts out to you. The hand that's planted next to you comes up to grab your throat. Both of your hands lay next to your head pathetically. Your face strains as you try holding your breath from her fingers gliding tightly through you.
Abby’s hand could probably wrap around your entire throat, twice. So instead of holding her entire body weight up by your neck, her knuckles push into the bed. She tries not to put too much pressure on you, because she doesn't want to hurt you. She simply just wants you to stay still.
She rocks herself into her hand, acting as if she was actually fucking you. Your neglected clit twitches as you feel her start hitting that deep spot within you. You knew you wouldn't be able to cum from just this, though.
As she starts to get rougher, her hips snap into the back of her hand continuously, pushing her fingers impossibly deeper. Your trembling knees shoot up as you let out a scream, following it with a deep sob.
She lets out a groan for herself every time her hips come in contact with the back of her hand. Her clit hits against it perfectly, making her stutter against you a few times. Besides your own obvious wet sloshes, she was so wet that with each smack of her clit, there was an audible ‘shuck shuck’ with every land.
Your hand comes up to wrap around the wrist that has a hold of your neck, as the other goes down to help the throbbing of your bundle of nerves. Your fingers swiftly find a solid motion, playing with yourself at the same beat of her thrusts.
You could feel her long hair flick across your face every few seconds with her thrusts, tickling you. But you couldn't pay it any thought. Your mind felt like a wheel, just spinning and spinning.
With each rub of your clit, your lower belly clenches up. As you fuck yourself onto her fingers, you try to peak your eyes open to look at her.
All that your hazy eyes can see is, her face pulled up into a snarl. Her blonde hair aggressively sways while curtaining around you. Before you can continue peeking at her, you feel your eyes start crossing, now rolling back into your head.
The wet smacks of your cunt and Abby’s grunts start to slowly fade away as you keep playing with yourself. Her solid thrusts barely falter in contrast to your own hand that starts to lose rhythm. The familiar feeling starts burning in your belly, causing you to tense harshly with each piston of her fingers.
The deepness of her digits just wasn't enough. And the worst part about it was that you could barely form anymore words, all that you would try to say comes out mainly like a garbled mess. All you could really do now was plead to her in your mind.
Oddly enough, It was like she heard your thoughts and prayers in those moments. Meaning a few beats later, she starts slamming them up. Curving them up against the ceiling of your tight heat.
As you hold your breath every few seconds, your hearing starts to hollow out. You’ve never felt like this before. Never had someone treat you this rough during something like this. No one has ever made you feel like this before.
The thick air was intense. It was full of both of your hungry and desperate noises, accompanied by the solid sounds of you getting brutally fucked into this giant’s bed.
Her mouth comes down to your blubbering one, kissing at it. Dragging her lips down, she sucks anywhere on your neck that she can. Coming back up to your face, she sloppily kisses over your mouth yet again, making a mess of you.
“Ye..es. Y..es.” You struggle to get out. Your hand stops and so do your thrusts, body stiffening and tightening up to no end. Your grasp on Abby’s wrist causes your knuckles to brighten against the clutch.
The feeling of release gushes from within you and all over Abby’s thick fingers. The tight compacting of your walls makes her unable to move anymore. She tries pushing through the barrier but your walls clench aggressively as they keep her still.
Your body moves on its own, frenzied as you wail out. Just trying to get away from her consistent battering. Abby tries keeping you as stock-still as she can, proceeding to milk your cunt. Body shaking, your pussy gushes more than it ever has before. You can feel it starting to spill past her fingers.
Without you having to ask now, she stops. Allowing you to start falling down from your high. Your body is limp as your hand falls down lazily. Your chest racks with soft puny cries as you feel your knees buzz with near numbness.
With a small pull of her wrist, she pulls out of you. Your body cringes as she pulls completely out of you. You feel hollow now that she’s gone. Without fully pulling away from you, you jump as her fingers drag up your swollen lips, grazing over your sensitive clit. She brings her pruned and slicked up fingers to her mouth, sucking your cum off of them, dirtily.
As you lay there with your eyes closed trying to build up enough strength to open them, you feel her shuffle above you. The hold that was once circled around your throat, disappears. Head lolling to the side, you sigh in discomfort.
The dark shadow she casts over your closed eyelids is only a bit brighter now that she retreated back onto her knees, sitting up.
Wanting to just close your legs and rest, unbeknownst to you, Abby has other plans. You didn't even think about the fact that she hadn't even cum yet. Your thinking skills felt like they had to swim through miles of fogginess to actually reach your brain, in order to even make a single finger twitch.
You lay there dumbly. Abby doesn't seem to move, as if she’s contemplating something.
Barely lifting your head, it slams back down onto the pillow, seeming as though it weighed a thousand pounds. You feel her take a hold of your legs again, moving them in odd directions.
One knee is brought up near your chest again, just like earlier. Grunting, you muster up enough words. “Wait.. Mm-No. I can't.. No more.” You whimper out. Mustering up enough strength, you open your swollen eyes to look down at where you were both once connected.
She brings a large leg over your lying one, slotting her center right above yours. “nng-Abby, i can't..” Your efforts to deny her are purely moot by now. You stare at her waiting for her to stop, look up at you and listen.
But she doesn't. All she does is keep your leg up and her head down looking at you both. Her hips came down a little, almost touching you. Before bobbing back up. Seeming like she was contemplating the act.
It was as quick as you blinked, her drenched heat drops and connects with yours, slotting together like they were both puzzle pieces. And all you can do is whimper from the sensitivity, along with slight pain.
The amount of wetness Abby has been exuding all this time is ridiculous. She glides her lips through yours, mixing your juices together with deep guttural groans. She rocks and crashes against you in strong waves, just like the ones that were just outside.
As much as you denied it, you wanted it just as much. Your belly and overly-sensitive clit were begging for it. You wanted to cum again. Laying there, you let her use your body to get off.
Your arms are finally coming back to their senses, springing up to grab at her waist. Letting you pull her down. She allows herself to fall into you. Her body completely dwarfs yours as you bring your forearms up to her back in a bear hug.
Your teeth are tightly clenched together but you try very hard to get some audible words out anyway. “Ungg-Feels s’good. Just like that!” Her long and dark hair that framed her drenched cunt, dragged across your clit deliciously.
Now chest to chest with each other's hot and sweaty bodies, you hold on to her for dear life. Hands run up and down her scarred back, you find comfortable spots to dig your nails in.
She lets go of the leg near your shoulder and lets it hang over her bicep, it flops in the air with each thrust. Dropping both palms down next to your head, she uses it as leverage to keep herself going but also to keep herself up, so she doesn't crush you.
Her loud and normal noises are all of a sudden nowhere to be heard, as she continues dragging her hips down into yours. Flipping her head, she makes all of her long hair go over her right shoulder in a swoop, moving it out of her way.
Your ears burn but they perk up at the sounds of, ..not grunting, but.. Whimpers and sniffles. Turning your head from her shoulder, your vision is kind of fucked up by her large body rocking into yours. You catch onto her head tilted back, her eyes closed and mouth ajar.
You see that her muscular neck is protruding with thick veins. And from her head position, you see the slight curve of an adams apple beautifully bob as she swallows her quiet cries.
Your mouth is stuck in a silent scream, now that every thrust is making your clits bump into one another perfectly. Your nostrils flare as you babble every so often.
Wanting to shut your eyes and just take the pleasure being given to you, you can’t make yourself do it. You don't want to look away from her angelic face. Her red cheeks are now damp and streaked with tears, now falling down her neck.
“Th-ank you..” She struggles out. The deep rumble of her voice vibrates straight against your chest. You mewl at that, feeling yourself getting closer. And you know she is too by how uncoordinated her thrusts start becoming.
“Pre-tty Flower.” she sobs out. “Mine”
If you thought they were sloppy before, then you wouldn't even be able to express how they are now. And that helps you get there even quicker. The feeling of her losing herself in you and the solid swipes against your bundle of nerves is enough to tip you over the edge.
Your eyes are shut, body seizing up once again as you cum. You’re unable to feel anything but Abby.
Just her.
You never thought that someone you had just met, could ever make you feel this euphoric. The pure adoration she’s given you since you first connected eyes, was something out of a dream.
As she looks at you like this, she can't help but gasp. She drops her quivering lips to yours in a bruising kiss, squeezing her own eyes shut, forcing the tears to spill out. She cums just like that, kissing you.
Her strong body stutters against you as she clenches. Cumming harder than she ever has before. But it was so much different. So much different than her hand could ever make her feel in these moments.
This isn't something that she could have ever dreamt up, or conjured just from her mind. You were the one person that she felt like was sent here for her, the one person she was able to have just for herself. It was like you truly held up the moon for her.
Her body finally falls down against yours. Sticky chests heave together in destructive harmony.
If she thought that she’d do just about anything for you earlier in the day, there were no words to describe what she’d do for you after this. She’d like to promise that she would go as far as rotating planets for you, if all you did was even suggest it.
Abby shuffles her leg off of yours, so now that it rests comfortably on the bed. It was kind of hard to breathe, but you didn't want to say anything. Even if you did want to, you probably couldn't.
You dont know if you were imagining things from being so delirious, but you swore you could’ve heard Abby whispering against your skin.
She gives lazy kisses to the side of your head, knocking you from your daze. In turn, you peck at her shoulder. Abby tiredly rolls off of you after a few more minutes.
It felt like a train was ran on you, but by a single person. You don't even try to move, you just lay there. And somehow, she has enough strength after all of that to pull you into her front, cradling you like you were the most fragile thing she’s ever held.
And you were. You were the most fragile thing that she’s ever held.
Head raising up and down as it lays over her heavily breathing chest, you doze off into a dreamless sleep.
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ITS FINALLY OUUUUT!!!!
I was gonna have a huge paragraph talking about this chapter at the end but I’m absolutely spent. I feel like death and I now hate writing lol.
Anyway, Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it :3 🧡
Chapter 3 is gonna possibly kill me.
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the-record · 5 months
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COWBOYS LIKE YOU
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SYNOPSIS: you should stop letting her through that door
PAIRING: cowboy!abby x reader
WARNINGS: a touch of homophobia
A/N: this isnt great, and makes me sad, but i like it!! trying to be a little less dialogue focused
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“do you have to go?” your voice is soft as abby lets the question linger in the air. “i hate it when you leave. its lonely.”
her fingers slide carefully up and down your arm and she sighs. “im sorry angel.” abby wraps her arms around you and pulls tight, trying to get you as close as possible. “you know it ain’t safe for us out there though.”
you knew she was right, seen first hand just what people think about sappho and her friends. felt the rage and anger that came when two women who just loved each other.
these nights with her were nice. the sun still going down and the heat with it. crickets started their song and birds finishing theirs. you had pulled the sheets up halfway when it cooled, the sweat on yalls skin disappearing with the breeze.
abbys nails were kept short always, but theyd begin to grow out and were gently scratching at your skin. her hair had finally grown out again and you twisted it around your fingers.
when you’d found her that night, you had to bring her back. clean up her hair, her wounds, her clothes. you couldnt leave a sweet thing like her out in the cold to die. or the boy that was with her. you never did see him again, but it meant more time just you and her.
“i can stay one more day. but then i ought to get back on.” she pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “you get some rest now, let me make us somethin’ warm and good for dinner.” you whine as she untangles herself from you, but only laughs before leaving the room.
you don’t remember when you nodded off, but you do remember waking up to something smelling good. she stumbled in with a tray full of plates and cups. she smiled when she saw you sit up.
“well good mornin’ sunshine.” you rolled your eyes as abby settled in beside you. “now, no more of that attitude, not when i made you somethin’ nice.”
you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “now i know good and well that you, abby anderson, are not talking.” she returned the eye roll, albeit not very well. “now what is on my menu tonight mrs anderson?”
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abby always left without warning, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. but you always managed to make a move on from her, prepared with the fact that she may never be back for you.
you tended to the farm, your cows. made breakfast and dinner each and every day, sweet tea and lemonade for the hot afternoons. you did afternoon tea in the ladies parlor on saturdays and church on sundays. you kept on the way you always did, never missing a beat.
until a fateful cool evening when someone came knocking on your screen, scaring you half to death as you stirred beside the stove. you sighed as you made your way to the door, wiping your hands on the apron you had on.
you nearly tripped over your own feet seeing abby at your door. took everything in you not to rush and pull her in.
she was different than when you last saw her. new clothes, hair in a loose braid, cuts and blood all over. but you didn’t yet even open the door, she had much to say first.
“before i even start, know how sorry i am. know i didnt mean for it to be this long.” she winced as she leaned on her other leg. “i wanted to come, truly i did, but ive been running all over hell’s half acre. i had business.”
you huffed, pulling the door open and taking her with you to the kitchen. “im so sorry angel, please talk to me.” you sat her down on a stool before heading back to your dinner. “what do i need to do to make it all better?”
she quieted down when you didnt respond, watching you cook. she always loved watching you do household things. made her feel right at home again.
she smiled when you sat her bowl down infront of her, stopping and staring with a frown. she wanted to tell you how pretty you were but held off, you scared her quiet a bit. her hands moved to your hips but you slapped them away and grabbed the wet rag she hadnt noticed.
“eat your damn food.” she slowly spooned the meal into her mouth as you wiped at the old cuts on her face. she winced and pulled away but you pulled back. “stop movin’ when im tryna fix you up.” she nodded as softly as possible.
when you finished, you took the rag and half finished plate with you, pulling the fork from abbys mouth. “go wash up, you will not be dirty in my house.” she nodded, though you weren’t looking, and left to the bathroom.
the plate sat on the counter as you heard her harsh steps up your stairs. you held your head in your hands and took a shaky breath.
you didnt expect her to come back. figured it was final this time. and you certainly didnt expect her at your door like that. you had to pull it together though, couldnt let her see you like this.
you washed up and wiped the kitched till it was spotless before heading upstairs to abby. she was still sitting tending to her wounds when you found her. “you’re doing it wrong.” she dropped what she was doing and slouched. “let me.”
you were gentle with your touch, knowing it was always what she needed. she lived such a hard life that sometimes she needed a gentle touch, some loving. “what in the god damn world did you get yourself into this time?” abby sniffed and you looked up for the first time.
“i hate going out there. i dont wanna anymore.” you hushed her, pulled her close. “can i stay?”
“you can do whatever you want.” you kissed her face, running your fingers through her hair. “im here no matter what you decide.” she nodded and squeezed your hand. “now let me fix up these stitches. you have no idea what your doing. bless your heart.” she laughed softly and you copied. “seriously though, sit still for me.”
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“im sorry i always leave.”
it was a quiet night. crickets too tired to so much as hum, and the cow sleeping to forget the chill of the dark. the house had a chill but you and abby huddled to ignore it. it was peaceful. you missed this peace.
you hummed in response, leaning on her chest to see her face. “so don’t.” but she said nothing. did nothing. “abby…”
she shook her head. “im sorry.”
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ellabsbitch · 5 months
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tolerate it
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pairing: older/modern abby anderson x reader
warnings: angsty angsty shit, cursing, abby kinda sucks
a/n: she has risen🙏🙏 on god i wrote this in like 2ish days because i’ve been obsessed with taylor swifts tolerate it so that’s what this is based off of <3 if it’s bad don’t tell me okay bye enjoy
wc: 4.6k :p
The unopened wine bottle placed in front of you seems to be taunting you at your loneliness, and the fancy glasses you pulled out from the highest shelf collect dust the longer they sit, empty as the day you got them. The dinner you prepared on the plate across from you sits untouched, the steam completely dissipated. You’re met with silence as you finish the last bite of your food, a part of you still hoping to hear the sound of the study door opening. A moment passes as you consider leaving the food out at the table for her but you decide to take it to her yourself. With a careful push on the table, you stand up with your plate in hand and begin putting the dishes you used while cooking into the sink.
The moon glows in the sky during the time you spend cleaning up, the window over the sink giving you the perfect view to see how late it's gotten. A quick glance at the clock above your stove tells you it's half past nine now. You grab the towel off of the hook next to the sink and use it to wipe your hands after loading the dishwasher. Lastly, you put the leftovers from dinner into the fridge and put the wine up in the cabinet along with the empty glasses. Carefully, you grab the full plate of food and make your way over to the intimidating door across from the kitchen. The sound of you knocking fills the otherwise mute home and after you wait a good moment, you think she might be ignoring you.
Just as you go to walk away, you hear a, “Come in,” from the other side of the door. The knob turns as you twist your hand around it, trying to balance the plate of food in your other hand. There Abby sits, hunched over her large dark oak desk, reading what seems to be a thick packet of paperwork she has to go over for a client. Her hair is pulled back into her signature braid, a few loose strands have fallen, outlining her frowning face. She has yet to change out of her work clothes, though she's lost the tie you recognize from gifting it to her on Christmas the year before, seeing it tossed carelessly on the ground next to her desk. You watch as her eyes scan the documents with her head down in concentration, leaving no room for any distractions, including you as you notice she has yet to acknowledge you. After watching her work in silence for a few minutes, you clear your throat in hopes she will finally take note that you are standing there. At the sudden disruption, your favorite pair of eyes flicker up to where you stay standing with a warm smile, holding out the dinner you prepared for her. 
Without a second beat, her eyes fell back down on the papers in front of her, muttering out, “M’not hungry.”  The smile adorning your face falls. A quiet sigh escapes your lips, and you walk to the left of her desk, placing the plate next to the documents that seem to captivate all of her attention. Her eyes stay locked onto the papers, even as you stand near. You see the tie out of your peripheral and you go to grab it, hearing the sound of keyboard keys clicking from beside you. When you look back at her, she's now busy typing away on the laptop she takes from home to work. The silence is deafening, other than the constant clicks of the keyboard.
Trying to fill the quiet void, you ask, “Are we still going to Nora’s tomorrow for dinner?” You receive no response other than the constant typing that you begin to grow tired of. A minute passes of your heavy stare analyzing the way she manages to effortlessly ignore your presence. 
You try again, “Abs?” No answer, once again. The familiar burning in your eyes that you've grown accustomed to these past few weeks start up again but you fight to hold back the tears of frustration from her dismissive behavior. 
“Abby…” you nearly beg once more for her to at least look up at you. 
Suddenly, the constant clattering of her fingertips on the keyboard stops, being replaced by the sound of her sighing dramatically. Her right hand comes up to wipe her face in annoyance before she turns to where you stand at her left. 
“What, y/n? I’m busy.” she says, tiredly looking across your cowering form. Her eyes drop down to where you play with her tie in your hands before she meets your stare. 
“I asked if we are still going to Nora’s for dinner tomorrow,” you quietly say, not wanting to worsen her already bad mood. Her eyes go back to her computer, starting up that annoying typing again. “I’ll take us when I get home from work.” You nod, though you know she isn’t paying attention.
Turning to leave, you pause, “Are you coming to bed soon?” She nods before stopping her typing once again to look up at you, “Don’t wait up.” You sigh, nodding again with a forced smile, leaving her to her work. You carry yourself upstairs to your shared bedroom, changing into your sleep clothes. You glance at the dresser she keeps her night clothes in, deciding to lay a pair out for her. The pajamas lay on her side of the bed as you get under the thick duvet you bought with Abby when you first moved in. Even the blanket can’t hide the coldness you feel without having her next to you. The familiar burn returns, not being able to hold back anymore. You silently cry, missing your Abby who used to never let you go to sleep alone. The same Abby who would never miss one of your homemade dinners. Most importantly, your Abby who would never take you for granted. The tears flow until you feel yourself slowly drifting to sleep, the bed still half-full. 
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When you wake up the next morning, you feel as cold as the night before. Wiping the sleep and dried tears from your eyes, you turn to where Abby slept, only to find her side empty. The pair of sleep clothes sits untouched in the spot you left them. You immediately go to her study once you get out of bed, finding her in the same hunched over spot you last saw her in. 
Unlike how you left her, she’s fallen asleep with her head in the palm of her hand, the stack of paperwork as her cushion. You watch as she breathes in and out, though a bit struggled with the way she is bent over her desk. Her hair is as messy as ever, blonde wisps strung across her freckled face. Somehow she manages to make sleeping on a desk the most peaceful sight.
Quietly, you tiptoe your way to her side, just like the night before. You carefully reach over, placing your hand on her shoulder to lightly shake her awake. “Abs… wake up hun,” you whisper out to her, your other hand coming up to comb back the hair from her face. She groans at the intrusion on her sleep before she slowly opens her blue orbs. For a moment, she seems as at peace as she was before you woke her, however it’s gone in a flash and she’s shaking your hands off of her. 
“Fuck, I gotta get ready,” she says, voice still deep from her sleep. You watch her quickly but neatly stuff her paperwork into her work bag and then dart out of the room. Walking after her, you hear the sound of heavy footsteps running upstairs, which you assume means she is going to get ready for work. You decide to make her a quick coffee to help her wake up from what you presume was a long night. The sound of the clock ticking fills the silent kitchen as you wait for the coffee to finish brewing. 
Just as it gets finished, you hear those same heavy footsteps rushing down the stairs.
“Abs, wait up!” you say and quickly grab the cup of coffee to give it to her before she leaves. By the time you step out of the kitchen, the front door slams shut with an echo throughout the house. You stand there, facing the front door with a coffee in hand and no one to give it to. 
The walk back to the kitchen is just as gut wrenching as the sound of the front door slamming. Not having the energy to deal with what’s left of your sweet gesture, you leave the full cup of coffee on the counter and go back to divulge in your sorrow in the comfort of your bed. 
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Across the room from you Abby sits at Nora’s living room couch, surrounded by her friends and coworkers. Manny, Owen, and Mel sit on the long couch while Abby and Jessica sit on the smaller couch. She’s laughing at something Jessica tells her. Her eyes are lit up in a way you haven’t seen in weeks. 
You stay standing at the entrance to the kitchen with Nora, your favorite of Abby’s friends. When Abby first brought you around her people, Nora was the most friendly and accepting of you. It always intimidated you, coming to these parties with people who are so much older than you, but Nora always made the time pass a lot better. 
“How have you been?” Nora asks suddenly, eyeing the way your gaze hasn't left Abby and Jessica the whole time you've been there. You part ways with the two on the couch and turn your attention to your kind friend.
“I’ve been good!” you say, mustering up a smile to sell your awful attempt at lying. 
Nora sees right through it. You can tell because she casts a quick glance at Abby and then to you with a look that says ‘seriously?’ Her knowing look has you dropping the eye contact, instead choosing to focus on the way your drink swirls around in the solo cup Nora made for you earlier that night. You can’t accumulate the right words to say, choosing to sigh out instead. All of the sudden, Nora’s pulling you into the kitchen, where no one can hear the two of you. 
“You wanna tell me what’s really been going on? I can tell something is off between you two,” she states with her hand coming up to rest on your shoulder in an attempt to console you. With a shake of your head, you try to laugh it off.
“Nothing is going on, Nora! Abby has been the best and I’m so grateful for everything she has done for me. Sure, she's been busy with work recently but that doesn’t mean we aren’t okay!” you respond, though you’re sure she can see past your semi-lie just as she did before. I mean, it is somewhat true. Abby HAS been extremely busy with work, but you two definitely aren’t okay.
 “Okay…” Nora pauses in thought for a moment, analyzing the smile you’re forcing and what you’ve told her. “Well I’m always here if you ever want to talk about anything, alright?” You nod your head in response, giving her a genuine smile this time. In the living room, you hear a loud commotion of yells and congratulations being thrown around. Nora nods her head in the direction of the sound, signaling you follow her into the living room. When you emerge from the kitchen, you see people surrounding Abby, giving her their congratulations and highfives. But your eyes latch onto the way Jessica is now leaned into Abby’s side, hugging her a little too intimately in your opinion. 
“What’s going on guys?” Nora asks, venturing into the swarm of people. The sound of her voice draws everyone’s attention to her, though, you stay back, watching the scene unfold. 
Manny is the first one to say, “Abby got a big promotion!” Nora is quick to congratulate her like everyone else, and the room erupts into bustling conversation. 
You continued to hang back, a little hurt that Abby didn’t tell you about the promotion, but you cut it up to that she just wanted to wait to tell everyone together. 
That is, until you hear Jessica’s agonizing voice say aloud, “She was so happy when the boss let her know, she came straight to me and told me!” 
The chatter didn’t stop but it felt like your heart did. Your head felt cloudy as you watched Abby smile so big at the people around her, not even noticing you standing there, shocked as ever. Nora turns toward you with her eyes conveying all of the words she can’t say. Without a second thought, you dart toward the bathroom down the hallway.
The door locks behind you, leaving you to try to catch your breath from the ache that resonates in your chest. You haven't realized you've started crying until you see the tears dropping into the sink you’re hunched over. Shaky hands reach up in an attempt at wiping the wetness from under your eyes but it's no use, the tears never ending. You meet your reflection in the mirror, the girl staring back at you not someone you can even recognize anymore. She is a girl who has been reduced to watching the person she loves from the sidelines. The girl who used to be the first person her lover would call with good news, cast to the side. The question is, how much more of this heartache can she bare before she fully breaks?
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The car ride home is silent, no words spoken between the two of you, only the sound of the engine fills the void. You’re turned towards the window, staring out into the stars that glow in the sky. You notice from the corner of your eye that she keeps glancing at you, but she's yet to say a word. By now, the tears from before have dried up, leaving your puffy eyes and smudged mascara in its wake. As the streets pass by, you try to calculate how much longer until you’re home, so you can bundle up in your bed and sleep the night away.
The sound of Abby clearing her throat knocks you out of your thoughts, casting your gaze in her direction. One hand is on the wheel and the other rests on the middle console between you two, she continues to glance back and forth between you and the road, asking, “Did you have fun?”
Your eyes cut back to the window while responding with a “Mhm.” You hear Abby sigh out, now turning into your neighborhood. The sound of your foot tapping fills the car, anticipating getting out of this confined space with her. 
As she pulls into the driveway she says, “Well, are you going to congratulate me on my promotion?” You scoff in return, whipping back to where she sits as she puts the car in park. 
“I’m sure Jessica has done enough congratulating for the both of us,” you reply, getting out of the car with a slam of the door. Not long after, you hear the driver's door slam as well and heavy footsteps walking up to follow you up on the porch. 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks, with a defensive tone in her words. You shake your head, unlocking the front door, your back still facing her. Once the door is unlocked, you rush inside to remove your shoes at the entryway. 
As you lean down to untie your shoes, a hand is placed on your shoulder, pulling you around to face her. Abby stands with her arms crossed in front of her chest, eyebrow furrowed in accusation, “What are you trying to say?” Yet again, you shake your head in disbelief. 
“You tell me, Abby. I mean, Jessica was the first to know about the big news and you didn’t even bother to tell me before we went to the party,” you gasp out at her ignorance. It’s her turn to shake her head as she reaches up to rub her temple as if what you’re saying is making her head hurt.
“Jessica is one of my closest friends and coworkers, y/n. Of course I told her first,” she sighs out, meeting your intense gaze once again. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull at her words.
“Over your girlfriend of three years?” She looks down at your reply. You scoff once again, “Well I can certainly see what’s been keeping you at work for so long these past few weeks.” 
Something snaps in her at that moment. Her head whips up, the signature braid following suit. You watch at the way her eyebrows furrow even further and her lips come up in a snarl in accordance to the accusation. She walks closer to you, now standing about a foot away so you have to look up to meet the anger she holds in her eyes. 
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she grits out, losing all composure she previously had. “I work my ass off for you all fucking day and you have the audacity to accuse me of cheating on you? Have you lost your fucking mind?” 
You shrink under her angry gaze, dropping your head to stare at your feet. Your shoe half-untied, and her boot clad feet contrast each other greatly. Suddenly, your trance is disrupted by the snap of her fingers. 
“No,” she mutters, “Fucking look at me.” 
Slowly, you lift your head up to meet her glare, hands beginning to shake. The weight in your chest returns and the cloudiness you felt earlier in your head reappears. You feel the quicken of your heartbeat in your chest at the way she looks at you, no love in sight.
“God forbid I have one night of relaxation with my friends and here you are bitching to me about it,” she says, her hostile tone bringing tears to your eyes. You can’t hide them from her anymore, almost sobbing out. She shakes her head at you with the same glare. 
“Now you’re crying like I’m the bad guy. Jesus fucking christ, y/n,” her voice raises, “You fucking suffocate me, you know that?” The sound of your sobs increases causing her to turn away from you. Her hands run up and down her head, trying to distract herself from the sound of you crying. Your knees feel weak as your hurt grows stronger, falling to the ground. You reach your arms around your knees to pull yourself in a ball, feeling your heart ache worsen and worsen. You watch as Abby paces the room, not saying a word. 
“Abs, I’m sorr-,” you go to apologize but she cuts you off with a raise of her hand in your direction. She shakes her head once again, not meeting your gaze. 
“I don’t want to hear it,” she says, staring at the ground. Her braid hangs next to her face and you look on to see her wiping her own tears away. She straightens up after a moment and turns to the door. Grabbing her jacket, she says, “I’m gonna go. We’ll talk tomorrow.” And with that, she’s gone, leaving you to wallow away in your pain alone. 
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The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your skin. Your chest still aches from the night before and your head feels like it’s pounding. Abby's side of the bed is left untouched once again, no trace of the blonde coming home last night. The sight makes your heart grow heavier but you gather yourself to the bathroom to freshen up from your slumber. 
When you exit the bathroom, you can hear a quiet murmur from outside of the bedroom. You quietly trek to the door and lean into it, delicately pressing your ear to it so that you can hear the conversation. It’s Abby, she's on the phone with someone, you notice. 
“I know the luncheon is a big deal, Jess.” you hear her mumble. “I just have to deal with y/n before I leave.” With that, you dart away from the door as your breath grows heavier. A hand reaches up in an attempt to calm the pounding in your chest, though it does little to help. You’re not surprised that once again she’s choosing a work luncheon, or Jessica for that matter, over you. But you won’t sit around waiting for her to choose you anymore.
Once you’ve made up your mind, you rush to the closet you share with Abby, grabbing your suitcase and bringing it to the bed. You scramble around the room, gathering clothes and other important things, stuffing them without care into the suitcase. Remembering your tooth brush and other bathroom items, you hurry to the bathroom to grab those as well, wanting to be packed up by the time Abby comes to check on you. 
You finish frantically packing your travel bag and emerge from the bathroom to see Abby opening your bedroom door. She notices you standing there and lets out a small smile, analyzing your expression to try to see how you’re doing. 
“Hey sweetheart, you’re awak-” she cuts herself off as she watches you walk with your travel bag to the suitcase that lays open and packed on your shared bed. “W-what are you doing?” Her voice stutters, realizing exactly what you are doing but not wanting to say it.
“I’m leaving,” you state with no room left to argue. You can’t face her like this, knowing that if you did, she would have you falling down to your knees, begging for another chance. 
She laughs out almost like she thinks you’re playing a funny prank on her, but when she sees the stone cold expression painted across your delicate features, she knows it’s not a joke. You hear her slowly make her way to where you’re packing at the side of the bed, her breathing so loud that you can hear it from where you stand. 
“Baby, just let me-,” she goes to say, however you cut her off before she can finish with a raise of your hand, the same way she did to you last night.
“I don’t want to hear it, Abby.” you say, whipping your head to face her. “I’m sure you have more important things to take care of, like that luncheon ‘Jess’ was talking about.” Your words come out harsh but it‘s nothing compared to the way she spoke to you the night before. The look in her eyes shows regret and her own pain that your actions are causing her but you can’t bring yourself  to care as you turn back toward your suitcase to finish zipping it up. You lift the suitcase by the handle and drop it to the floor and begin to walk around her, suitcase in your trail. With each step you take, you hear her exhale shakier than the time before and once you reach the bedroom door, you hear her speak up.
“Can we please just talk about this, baby?” she whispers out to you, your hand pausing on the door. You turn back toward her to find her looking at you with a crestfallen expression, tears now dripping from the corners of her eyes. Her cheeks are stained red, in the way they usually are when she’s anxious from work, but now it’s because of you. You feel yourself begin to nod and you watch as her back straightens for a moment. 
“You know what? Yeah, let’s talk,” you say, turning back toward the door to drag your suitcase down to the living room. The sound of her familiar footsteps follow you, you sitting on the couch and her on the chair next to it. You find yourself in deep thought on what you want to say to her, wanting to show her what she’s put you through.. She sits, watching you quietly, anxiously waiting for you to speak first. Her hands run up and down her muscular thighs in an attempt to calm herself down. When you finally gather your thoughts, you pan back to her. Her eyes immediately lock on to yours, and there is a hopefulness in the way she stares back at you.
“You used to be the person who I could go to with all of my problems and you would find a way to make me feel better about them,” you start, watching as her head drops down to stare at the palms of her hands. “Baby-” she tries but you stop her, “Let me finish.” She looks back up at you, small tears forming in her eyes, but she nods nonetheless. 
“All of my pain from the past went away whenever you were near, but now it’s like I’m begging to just be in a small portion of your life.” you say, feeling the burning from your eyes start up. “I mean, you don’t even talk to me anymore, Abby.”
She shakes her head at the weight of your words. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I’ve been so busy with work and I guess I assumed you were fine.” At her words, she wraps her arms around her body, trying to console herself. You let out a small cry at that, reaching up to wipe your face. 
“Where did you think I was, Abby? When you were out there getting your big promotions and new clients, I was here, waiting for you to come home,” you remind her, tears blurring your vision. She’s now moved to holding her head in her hands, crying harder than before. “I’ve made you my everything, I cook your favorite meals and I clean up after you, but you make me feel like I’m taking up too much space. And when I do try to talk to you, you act as if I’m wasting your time.”
Once again, she's frantically shaking her head and turning her attention back to you. “No, baby, you are never a waste of time and I love when you’re around.” You watch as she falls down on her knees in front of you, begging for you to believe her. “Please, forgive me. I didn’t mean anything I said last night.”
“You take my love for granted, Abby.” you whisper to her, trying to hold back the sobs that are waiting to be unleashed. “I can’t live like this anymore. Not when it feels like you just tolerate my love for you.” 
She cries harder as you stand up from your seat on the couch and grab your suitcase. The walk to the front door is hard, trying to block out the sobs from behind you. You pause once you’ve made it and turn back towards her, finding her standing up in the same spot, watching you leave. 
You give one last request, “I love you so much, Abby, but until you prove to me that you appreciate me and want me in your life, I won’t be back.” Despite the tears streaming down your face, your expression remains firm and you mean every word you say. You watch as she nods her head and makes her way over to you. With a gentle touch, she lifts her strong hands to cup your face, placing a warm kiss on the top of your head. She tilts your head up to face her blue orbs, glistening with tears, and she says, “I promise I won’t stop until I have you back.”
You nod up at her as she releases her hold on your head, and you turn back to open the door. The crisp breeze hits you as soon as you step outside with your baggage and you turn back one last time.
“Goodbye, Abby.” you say, looking at the tears continuously pouring down her freckled cheeks. Her lips pick up in a small, sad smile as she says, “I’ll see you soon, y/n.” 
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a/n: i hope you enjoyed even tho it’s sad lmao but i’m thinking about writing a part two where abby tries to get her back (or maybe something else :0) lmk if y’all liked it 🤞
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abby feels owen’s hand on her waist like a brick to her chest weighting her body down, it wouldn’t take much for the drowning to begin but your face across the room was both oxygen and the final anchor of her demise. she weighed her options as their personifications stood before her, father smiling brightly at the happy couple unaware his own daughter forced her chirpiness while she yearned in the deepest aching to be swept off her feet by the girl just a few away– who now refused to face her much understandably. you cursed her for inviting you to their preppy engagement party, cursed her for multiple reasons more, yet your heels stuck to the ground like they clung for dear life anticipating a plot twist shaped by regret.
“excuse me” she finally croaked out mid conversation, the place where her fiancé’s hand once held onto now burning her skin like a rotting poison. she wished to bathe herself clean in the rain like a baptism, wished owen didn’t felt like sin tainting her body from being with you, her holiest of experiences, wished she had not known heaven between your legs so she may live on her life guiltless and not as someone who has felt blasphemously like a god herself. your fingers brush past eachother as she walks up behind you and fireworks bloom from your fingertips like lily flowers at spring. lillies, her favorite, your perfume.
you follow her to the bathroom, breath unsteady, and regardless of how long the affair has been happening no familiarity prepares you for the crash of her lips against yours as you twist the doorknob. sometimes you think these moments might make you understand her, to have abby anderson’s tongue exploring your mouth, hands by your neck to keep you still, perpetual apple cinnamon smell, was nothing short of a religious experience. perhaps that is what the church brought out in her, this same inextinguishable fire at the pit of your stomach with understanding of icarus and his hope for the sun. if all sins felt this sweet it did not seem so big of a sacrifice to die for them– you’d die for her if asked.
“abs, stop” you whisper once her lips are on your neck, long wet kisses all across the exposed skin warming up your body from the winter cold better than any cloth could have, she’s hungry, biting you down and her fruity scent doesn’t let the irony of forbidden fruit to die on you even as she hums in fake confusion allowing herself more time in her feast begging it to cloud your judgement as it almost does “abigail, we have to stop”
“don’t do this to me” she begs, voice cracking “please don’t leave me, you’ll take all the sunshine with you and it’s cold, it’s a cold winter i need your arms, your limbs, your body, my sunny girl-“
“you’re getting married, abs” you sigh with the exclamation, it seems nearly as though you’ve just reminded her of it like someone who forgot to turn off the oven before they had left the house, someone destined for burnt flames, your reality scares her into kneeling submission and you’re laughing because it looks like a proposal and it’s absurd, her hands gripping yours, her gaze doe-eyed and unconditional. you are missing a ring but you see hers, diamond, and the ache doesn’t easen.
“you are everything that i want…”
“then leave him, abby. don’t sit on the dirty bathroom floor of a venue for your engagement party and promise me a love you are too scared to give me, i can’t keep excusing your cowardice for the sake of sanity. take off that ring and walk out of here with me, we’ll figure it out, we’ll be happy together, your winter won’t be cold”
she pretends to take in your words, analyse them as if her nights haven’t been filled with scenarions and possibilities all of which there is pain unbearable. you’re searching her eyes with a hope unbeknownst to men and suddenly you feel the line between dream and desperation blurring itself into oblivion. abby lets go of your touch and slides the ring from her finger out onto it’s demise on the tiled floor. you think you won. you think god exists when she locks the door behind you and presses you against the wall, believe he had heard your prayers once her fingers dip between your thighs. when she’s thrusting inside you, you cry out for god instead of her name, moan louder at the sight of her wedding band far away on the ground, feel your walls clenching around her digits and her warm breath against your neck, she’s mumbling so many i love yous you barely notice how multiple sound like im sorrys.
with your hands curling around her loose hair she gets sloppy, deprived, wants you to tug on her and beg for her mouth without needing the plead to taste you and you do so eager it burns her scalp. she’s back on her knees and she thinks for a moment not admited this might be her holy repent. tugging on your jeans till their ultimate glide towards the floor, shes sucking on the wet patch of your underwear as a tease, letting her senses flood of lillies and pussy. she finally pushes it aside and dives in, godhood in the shape of your swollen clit grazing her teeth, you tilt your waist to give her further access and there are stars and angels behind your fluttered eyelids.
she calls your her sunny girl as you rain down her face in white honey, her muscles spread your legs further apart and suck it in till it has destroyed her makeup, part of her wishes to leave this bathroom and still smell of you, part of her is scared owen might kiss your heavens from her tongue and catch it all. she’s putting her ring back on at your climax, and you’re confused and heavy breathing. a sob clings to your throat.
abby tells you all she’s ever known is the cold. tells you girls like her are unworthy of the sun. tells you owen is waiting and maybe you should leave. she doesn’t tell you she thinks god isn’t real once you’ve turned your back because he would never have created something to purely magnetic to have it ripped from her hands, she does not tell you the only thing worth worshipping is the gap between your teeth, the crook of your neck and the dimple in your cheek, doesn’t tell you she thinks hell is this. but she almost does. she almost does. on your way out, you just sob and hope she’s cursed. hope god is angry. think god is her.
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texts with gf!ellie x fem!reader and classmate!abby x bff!nora pt.4
+ written fic part
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synopsis: kinda random kinda not texts with little plot,,, you, ellie, and abby are going on a class trip and drama unfolds on the bus AND the rest of the trip 🫣….. funny how this started out with little plot now we’re here with a whole written out plot LMAO
pairings: Ellie Williams x reader, Abby Anderson x reader (one sided….)
also surprise guest woohoohoooooo
Warnings: oh boy this one is a loooong one guys, buckle up. SMUT fuck yeah who’s excited? , crybaby reader + Ellie, slightperv!abby(don’t come for me I had to), physical altercation, people get punched, relationship drama, angst w/ comfort (finally), masterbation, pussy eating, fingering, pussy grinding y’know grindin’ coochies, multiple orgasms, slight tit(nipple) play, usual explicit language. Let me know if I missed anything !! <3 MINORS DNI !!
make sure to check out the first 3 parts on my page babe !!
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sighing, Ellie puts her phone down after rereading her messages with Dina. placing her head back onto the seat and closing her eyes.
She can’t even remember the last time you guys fought. It was usually over some dumb shit that you both got over in a span of an hour—but this time, this time was different.
it was different because Ellie was completely in the wrong. she can’t even deny it. she let her hatred towards abby and their shared family history get to her and hurt the one person she loves the most.
It’s not your fault Ellie hates Abby so much. So why was she so fucking stupid to go off on you like that. She never talked to you like that—yeah she got jealous often, but she would never take it out on you.
god where do I even start? How do I approach her? I’ll fucking crawl on my hands and knees if I have to. I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing if I have to.
All these thoughts are jumbling inside of Ellie’s mind, she doesn’t even realize the bus coming to a stop. now arriving at the hotel. fucking finally.
The professor is the first to stand gathering everyones attention. letting them know to rest up for the remainder of the day, and to meet back here at 9 am sharp tomorrow morning, for a day at the museum. Ellie and you were most excited for the museum.
“…. and remember you guys are college students, be responsible adults. If you are not here by the time I gave, then the bus will leave without you.”
and with that everyone’s starting to finally make their way off the bus.
Abby watches as you stand quickly, taking your leave after the professor.
She’s quick to stand as well waiting for the other students in the seats in front of her to get up and walk down the isle first.
as she’s about to step out into the isle a body rushes past her, almost knocking her back.
Ellie’s heart is beating so fast. she saw you rush off the bus so quick she had to catch up to you.
Practically jumping over the guy sitting next to her. not caring about the others in the seats in front of her, she brushes past all of them cutting them off before they could even step foot into the isle.
Abby glares at the back of Ellie’s head as she watches her fucking power walk off the bus.
fucking bitch.
Regaining her posture, she does the same, zooming down the isle. hoping she could catch you before you went up to your room.
when Ellie walked down the steps of the bus she’s scanning the area for your familiar figure.
She sighs in relief as she sees you waiting off to the side for the bus driver to hand you the rest of your bags from the undercarriage.
okay you can do this, go make things right again.
hyping herself up in her head as she walks over to where you’re standing.
you feel her presence immediately. she doesn’t really make it subtle as she’s staring right at you, while you’re staring ahead.
Ellie feels her chest tighten at the sight of you. She could tell you cried a lot. fuck. A lump in her throat starting to form at the thought of you sitting there crying. because of her stupid actions.
“hey, babe.” she says to you softly. bringing up one of her hands to give your arm a gentle touch.
You tense at the contact, slightly moving your arm away from her touch. not even looking at her you reply.
“hey.”
even though what you really wanted to do was jump into her arms and tell her how much of a big jerk she is and have her hold you as you cried it out in her arms.
But you don’t, you cross your arms and shift your body away from her even more. she has to see how much she hurt you.
the loud call of your name indicating that your bags were up next to grab—saving you from awkwardly standing there for any longer.
Walking up to the bus driver, you go to grab the bag from his hands but a voice stops you, arm extending out past your own.
“I got it.” Ellie says while grabbing your bag for you.
“s’too heavy for you, remember?”
you’re reminded back to earlier that day, when you and ellie were bringing your things down to her car before driving to campus.
“Geez baby—it’s a weekend trip, how much did you even pack?” Ellie says struggling to carry your bags along with her own.
“Well, let me carry my own bags then.” You say trying to grab your luggage from her hands.
“Nuh uh, it’s waaay too heavy for you.” Ellie exaggerates. she says this as if she’s not huffing and puffing her way towards the car.
You laugh and shake your head.
“okay, maybeee I should take some things out? I packed like four bathing suits. I wanted to try them on for you before we went night swimming.”
The bags that were really fucking heavy like two seconds ago? Yeah Ellie’s lifting them up with ease now speed walking towards the car, leaving you with a really? look on your face.
“Ohh okay, I see you just needed some motivation to get you to turn into fucking captain america real quick.” You say laughing, teasing her.
“You better hope no one at that hotel decides to swim tonight either—because I am soooo fucking you in that pool.”
“ELLIE!”
the contrast of the start of the day to the events that unfolded on the bus were drastic.
rolling your eyes at her, you reach up to grab the bag from her hands. but she’s quick to move it away from you.
“I can carry my own bags, Ellie.” you snap at her.
grabbing no—yanking your things from her grasp before she could pull them back again. you turn to make your way towards the hotel lobby.
“wai-fuck.. baby wait!” Ellie yells after you. She doesn’t even care to wait for her own bags. jogging up to you.
“y/n—please, please can we talk?” She’s begging now trying to get you to stop walking away from her so damn fast.
You wanna keep going. you really want to. You’re yelling at yourself to just walk through the doors of the lobby and ignore her.
But you can’t. because, even though she hurt you. She’s the only one that could bring you comfort right now. and you really needed it.
so you stop. letting your bags fall beside you. looking down, not being able to look up at her.
Ellie feels like she’s going to throw up. no like really. seeing you in this state is something she never wants to see again. you looked so drained, and it was because of her, her toxic mentality—as Dina called it.
“Baby I- can you look at me, please?” she pleads.
you don’t though. you can’t get yourself to. Because once you do, you know you’re going to cave. so your eyes stay glued to the ground.
“angel, I need you to look at me, let me show you how sorry I am, sweet girl.” Ellie’s begging you at this point.
angel. sweet girl.
it’s like those were magic phrases or some shit because suddenly you’re crashing your body into Ellie. wrapping your arms around her torso and burying your face into her chest.
You can’t control yourself as you’re full on sobbing into her chest, completely soaking the white wife beater pleaser she wore under her usual button up.
“so.. mean…you’re.. so.. mean.” you cry into her.
Ellie can barely make out the words you’re saying. tears of her own now streaming down her cheeks. she embraces you, holding you close to her. giving your hair soothing strokes.
“shh.. it’s okay baby.. I know, I know, I’m the fuckin’ worst.”
You and ellie stand there embracing each other, her whispering apologies in your hair while leaving kisses after each one.
you finally look up at her though, face wet with tears—Ellie’s face mirroring your own.
“I hate you for making me feel that way, I hate you for making it seem like I did something wrong, and I hate myself for not being able to resist you, even when I’m mad at you.”
you say to her with swollen lips, puffy red eyes, and a runny nose. Even then, Ellie thought you were the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen.
alexa play pretty when you cry by Lana del Rey
she goes to put a hand on your cheek wiping stray tears with her thumb.
“my gorgeous girl, I don’t deserve you. But I’m a selfish fucker, whose too fucking stupid to see how good I have it—I am so sorry. I know my words won’t mean anything if I don’t show you through actions and I’m going to baby. I promise, I’ll never let myself treat you like that again.”
Ellie goes to place a kiss on your forehead before resuming. shutting her eyes for a second to compose herself.
All you can do is stare up at her, soaking in every single word that comes out of her mouth. This time you’re crying not because of her harsh words, but her apologetic ones.
“an-and if you need sp-
Ellie has to remind herself to breathe. not being able to say what she needs to without getting choked up.
letting out a big exhale before continuing.
“If you need space from me, I understand. I just want what’s best for you, angel… and I want you to know if that’s the ca—wheeww I can’t fucking breathe.” she says getting choked up all over again.
why is it so fucking hard to talk you without crying. god ellie get it together.
She thinks to herself. Using the back of her hand to harshly rub the tears away from her eyes.
now you’re the one bringing your own hand up removing hers from her eyes.
She’s looking down at you now with this look, it’s the same look she has when she’s embarrassed. and ashamed.
“Oh Ellie…”
Placing a hand on her cheek gently caressing it with your thumb. When she looks like that—how could you not forgive her?
“I think you’ve made it clear to me that you’re really sorry, but hmm..I don’t know though, maybe try begging on your knees to realllyyy sell it.” You say to her teasingly. trying to lighten the mood a bit. smiling up at her, your sadness fading by the second.
You’re so over this fight already, you want to make up as soon as possible. not even caring about keeping up the stay mad her because she deserves it act you were trying to maintain—but failed as soon you both were in close proximity.
What you don’t expect is for Ellie to actually drop down onto her fucking knees. It happened so fast you couldn’t even process it. one second you’re looking up at her and the next she’s gone.
Ellie is now looking up at you on her knees with her arms wrapped around your legs.
“Please forgive me for being the most absolute piece of shit girlfriend to you today.” She says looking up at you with pleading eyes—oh she’s actually serious.
You laugh and try to pull her up but she isn’t budging. passerby’s throwing you both sideways glances.
“ellieeeuuh get up, people are staring.”
no matter how cute you sound right now, Ellie stays put.
“Let them stare. I don’t care if I’m publicly humiliated. It’s nothing compared to how badly I hurt you today.” ellie says, still feeling the need to let you know how sorry she is.
and you thought you were dramatic. but you know a way to get her up.
“y’know when you’re on your knees like that you’re usually too busy to talk.” Your hand going down to caress her face sweetly, like you didn’t just say— Ellie’s ears are ringing now.
a sudden shift in mood, Ellie looks up at you with her mouth slightly parted. her teary eyes widen at your comment.
fuck me. no, like really fuck me. suddenly Ellie’s face isn’t the only thing that’s wet.
she shoots right up, pulling you in by your waist. bringing her face down. so close to yours, you can feel her breath fanning across your cheeks when she asks,
“what are you doing?” her eyes searching yours. I mean you can’t just say things like that to her.
she could fucking devour you right here, right now.
“I think you should go check us into our room then maybe you’ll find out.” you say with a flirty smile on your face.
Ellie fucking loves that smile. She only wants to make you smile. She only wants to make you happy.
“wait. Baby— I didn’t get to finish earlier, I wanted to say… if you do need space, I’ll be here for you whenever you’re rea-“
Before she could finish she’s interrupted by your laughter.
“Ellie Williams I just gave you the chance to go get us into a hotel room so you could fuck me, I just spent the last three hours ignoring you and you want me to consider spending more time apart from you?” you tease.
“NO! I mea- wait Dina said I should make sure to give you space… or something like that—fuck I just wanted to-.”
you’re interrupting her yet again but this time with your lips on hers.
It takes Ellie a few seconds to realize what’s happening before bringing her hands up to cup your face, deepening the kiss.
You’re the first to pull away. Ellie tries to chase after your lips again but you stop her.
“Wait you talked to Dina?” You ask in an amused voice.
Ellie groans.
“yeahh… I was in deep shit okay? And she chewed me out about it too—Wait by the way she’s probably going to ask you about my apology later.” this makes you laugh. knowing Dina you knew she had your back 100%.
“and what if I tell her you gave me a shitty apology hm?” You taunt Ellie.
“heyyy that’s meannn…” she says in an overly dramatic tone.
“Yeah now you know how it feels you, jerk.” you say while playfully punching her arm.
smiling sheepishly Ellie replies,
“yeah I deserved that one .” rubbing the back of her neck like one of those embarrassed cartoon characters. It always made you laugh when she did that.
“okay, forreal this time, go grab your bags and I’ll go check us in.” You say bending down to grab your own. Ellie stops you again.
“I got it baby, you go ahead and I’ll meet you in there in a sec okay?”
You roll your eyes playfully but oblige. Lifting your head to give her a sweet peck on the lips, which she quickly reciprocates.
“fiiinee don’t strain yourself okay?”
“pshh remember I’m like fuckin’ captain america, baby.” godddd if you could fuck her loser ass right then and there you would.
“ohhkayy miss captain america, see you inside.”
and with that you’re making your way towards the entrance of the hotel lobby with a smile on your face.
who would of known in just a span of ten minutes you could go from being angry and sad, to sad, then not so sad, to straight up horny.
ahh i love lesbian love.
someone who looks like they don’t though—well not between you and Ellie at least, is Abby.
When she got off the bus after Ellie she didn’t even get a chance to go up to you, because of how quick Ellie was to approach you first.
She watched your interaction unfold. the way you stormed off away from Ellie. resulting her to chase after you. she felt a little bit of hope knowing you were mad at Ellie as well.
but that hope shattered when she saw you jump back into Ellie’s arms.
She watched the whole thing, It was like she was in a trance. like you and Ellie were playing out a scene from a romcom or some shit.
She watched as Ellie comforted you, she watched you both cry in each others arms. how Ellie pathetically fell to the ground.
I would too if I was her. I would do anything to keep you.
when she finally looked away—was when you kissed her. She felt that same feeling she always did when she saw you guys kiss. that stomach dropping jaw clenching feeling.
Ellie watches you walk through the doors of the hotel before she’s turning on her heels to grab her things from the bus. a little pep in her step.
did she just sob in front of a hotel, fall down on her knees dramatically causing a scene— yes, yes she did. And she’s do it a million more times if that would make you feel better.
walking towards the bus— a very annoyed bus driver stands there with her things.
“aw man I’m sorry. got caught up with the mrs., gotta keep the wife happy, amirite?
she’s not sure why but whenever she mentioned you to others— especially older people, she often talked as if you both were married. kind of picking up on this older lingo. If you heard her right now, you of would laughed, calling her an old middle aged man talking about his lady lover at home.
the bus driver just rolls his eyes. not caring for the dramatics of young romance. handing her bags over to her and making his way back onto the bus.
while Ellie was having her little exchange with the bus driver. Abby took this as her chance to speed walk to the entrance of the hotel, where you were alone—without Ellie around breathing down your neck.
She made it past the doors and saw you standing at the head of the line at the front desk waiting to check in.
Walking up to the line she stood two people away from you. Her hearts pounding in her chest she wants to ask the people in front of her if she could cut in front of them.
just as she’s about to you’re already walking up to the front desk, the person ahead of you finishing before Abby could get her chance.
just my fucking luck, huh?
and if things couldn’t get worse she sees Ellie’s familiar figure walk in, carrying— struggling to carry multiple bags.
She walks right past her not even sparing her a second glance before making her way towards you at the front desk.
Out of breath and red in the face. Ellie finds her way to you, dropping the bags on the ground and wrapping an arm around your waist.
You greet her as the hotel lobbyist goes to type in your information.
“Hey, you.” You smile up at her giving her a quick peck on the lips.
“you got us the honeymoon suite right?” Ellie jokes.
The lobbyist’s eyes go wide at the comment, and you give your girlfriend a playful nudge with your elbow.
“she’s kidding, the regular room is just fine.” you say.
the worker smiles at you two. she thought you guys were cute.
“I hope you ladies enjoy your stay.” She says handing you your room key.
You both thank her. Ellie grabs your bags, stepping away from the desk.
now making your way towards the elevators— you make eye contact with someone.
try and guess who that someone is.
Abby freezes as your eyes find her own. it’s like she’s trying to communicate with you through eye contact.
please let me talk to you.
you’re the first to look away and Abby feels defeated. like no matter what she does, she’s not going to be able to tell you how sorry she is for her actions.
fuck it.
Abby ditches her spot in line and is making a b-line towards you.
“Y/n, I really need to talk to you.”
Ellie wants to do nothing more than to throw the bags she’s holding at Abby’s stupid face. and tell her to fuck off.
I mean— the audacity.
It takes everything in her not to. But she remembers— calm down, you get to decide what to do. It’s not for her to decide for you. You got this.
You’re frozen in shock, you never would have expected her to be so bold and come up to you and Ellie this way.
“Um- I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You reply.
Abby’s heart drops.
“Please, I have to explain myself… five minutes that’s all I need bab-.”
Before Abby could even finish her sentence she stops herself. fuck. she almost called you baby.
Ellie thought she was mad before but boyyy she’s fuming now. The grip she has on your bags tightening. she has to look away to calm her breathing before she absolutely loses it. only to be drawn back in by your voice.
“Abby, I think you should go. you and I both know what you did. there’s no need for any further explanation.”
no please just listen to me.
Abby feels a lump forming in her throat she doesn’t know what to do. but she doesn’t budge. She’s standing there staring at you with this pleading look. and you almost feel bad for her.
“have some respect for yourself and walk away, yeah?” Ellie speaks up. glancing at you giving you a reassuring nod. letting you know she’s supporting you.
“the fuck did you just say?” Abby spits back. No longer looking at you. but glaring at your girlfriend—face contorted with anger and annoyance.
ohhh she cannot be serious right now.
“I said, have some respect for yourself and walk away—you’re upsetting my girlfriend.” Ellie couldn’t help herself, wanting to rub in that last bit.
“I’d watch my mouth if I were you Williams.” Abby fires back. Her voice menacing and taunting.
Ellie drops the bags that are in her hands. Stepping ahead of you and going up to Abby, getting in her face.
“Or what? Huh Anderson, what are you gonna do?”
Ellie’s voice is dripping with venom.
Suddenly she’s being shoved back. neither you or Ellie expecting it.
Abby is seeing red. she takes Ellie’s comment as a challenge.
Ellie stumbles back but catches herself. in a split second she uses all her strength to shove Abby back.
“Stop! come on Ellie, it’s not worth it. Let’s go.”
You go to pull on Ellie’s arm. she wants to beat Abby’s face in so bad. She wants to ignore you and really go at it, releasing her frustrations towards the blonde, not caring about the consequences.
But she listens to you. she just got back on your good side. she’s not going to let Abby control her actions any further.
“Yo! Williams fuck her up!”
A voice calls out from the other side of the hall.
That dude that Abby destroyed in weight training? The same one Ellie sat next to on the bus? yeah that one. he’s now egging her on wanting to see Abby get her ass kicked.
Ellie just shakes her head bending down to grab her bags. you roll your eyes at the guy.
but Abby, she felt as if the universe was wanting her to do something.
“Mind your own fucking business asshole.” She spits back at him.
Who the fuck was this guy anyways?
The dude makes his way down the hall towards you three. coming up to Abby with his hands up in defense he says.
“Hey you deserve it, not my fault you like fucking around with taken bitches.” he snaps at her. clearly projecting his own dislike towards her into the situation her and Ellie are in right now.
Ellie’s about to tell him to fuck off but she’s abruptly knocked to the side as Abby charges forward.
before he knows it Abby’s fist is connecting with his jaw. it’s definitely going to be bruised tomorrow.
“OW! what the fuck! You cunt!” he’s yelling while holding his jaw in pain.
Abby just turns away from him. rubbing over her knuckles that are now throbbing. she’s so over this. Why did she let herself get into this mess.
she should of kept her feelings for you bottled up. what made her think you would actually leave Ellie for her.
you and Ellie are stunned watching the scene unfold. You’re really glad Ellie wasn’t on the receiving end of Abby’s punch.
but you spoke too soon because he hurries after Abby, who hears this and turns to him again ready to take him.
Ellie notices this and goes to jump in front of him to stop him—but as soon as she does, he’s already throwing a punch at Abby, who doesn’t get hit by the blow though. Ellie does instead.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You’re screaming at him. rushing to Ellie who’s now holding her eye in pain.
“OH-fuck! man— I didn’t mean to I swea-.”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, now doubling over in pain. Abby fucking knees him in the gut.
Ellie wishes she had done that to him but her fucking eye hurt so bad. and she knows you hate physical confrontation. especially when it’s not needed. she has to put your feelings before her own here, not wanting to upset you.
Abby watches as you examine Ellie’s eye asking her if it hurts that bad and Ellie laughs telling you she’ll be okay it doesn’t even hurt that much. shes lying. not wanting to worry you more than you already are.
Soon a couple security guards from the front are coming over, the people around you notifying them that a fight broke out.
You realize that you’re all in public still, with people around you watching everything. Including your other classmates.
“Hey what’s goin on here?” One of the guards asks.
“That guy started a fight with us.” You say as you’re motioning to the dude that’s still on the floor clutching his abdomen in pain.
The guards are quick to grab him up. telling him he needs to leave the premise.
“What?! That bitch right there threw the first punch!” he yells in defence, pointing towards Abby.
“That true ladies?” the guard asks.
Abby swallows, ready to be taken away along with that idiot.
“No that’s not true, he came at us out of nowhere.” You respond.
“What?!? That bitch is LYING! Check the cameras now where’s your manager?!” He’s yelling while the guards shake their head, continuing to escort him out.
“yeah yeah save it buddy… you ladies have a good night okay?” they say before leaving the three of you standing there. there’s an awkward silence that fills the air now.
it seems as if anything and everything could happen today. maybe this trip was cursed or something.
Abby’s relieved you lied for her. but you didn’t do it for her, you did it for Ellie. you didn’t like physical confrontation but this time the guy really deserved it. no one punches your girl and gets away with it.
“Thank you, for not uh- ratting me out.” Abby says to you.
You don’t even look at her, you’re too busy looking at Ellie’s eye which is becoming swollen and bruised.
“just go away Abby.”
“Bu-.”
“Just. Go.”
You look at her now, eyes looking directly into hers. Abby’s heart sinks. again. But she just nods and makes her way back to the front desk.
There were only a couple of times Ellie heard you be that stern with someone. even when you were mad at her earlier, you didn’t talk to her that way. She was expecting it and honestly deserving of it.
the fact that you talked to Abby like that made her stomach do back flips. Ohh she wanted to fucking flip Abby off as she walked away mouthing a fuckk yoouuuu as she did.
but she held herself back. she had some level of maturity. keyword, some. as Abby leaves you two, your focus is back on Ellie.
“Baby we need to get you some ice for that eye right now.”
You say wincing at how bad Ellie’s eye is already looking.
“psshh I’ll be fine babe, let’s just go up to the room c’mon.” She says going to grab your bags but you beat her to it.
“Ba-
“No Ellie you’re injured just let me carry them. I got it.” You say struggling already with two out of the four bags— three of them being your own.
Ellie goes to grab the other two though.
“Fine you carry two and I’ll carry two.” She says and you begrudgingly agree.
finally making your way towards the elevator and heading up to your room.
Once you do, you throw your things on the bed and immediately call room service to bring up some ice.
Ellie laughs at the way you’re frantically asking for ice telling the person on the other end to “please hurry it’s an emergency.”
She lays herself down on the bed, hands behind her head, letting out a tired sigh. Today has been a long fucking day.
you sit next to Ellie’s laid out form.
“gonna fix you up in no time babe.” You tell her gently tucking stray hairs behind her ear.
Your gentle touch leaves goosebumps all over Ellie’s body.
She smiles up at you taking your hand and placing a soft kiss on it. She doesn’t stop though, she’s trailing kissing down your palm to your wrist making her way up your arm while pulling you in closer.
You’re halfway on top of her now. giggling at the feeling of her planting soft kisses all over your face.
wrapping her arms around you. holding your upper body close to hers. She’s staring at you with adoring eyes. Even with a halfway swollen and bruised up eye, you can still see that sparkle she has whenever she’s looking at you. those beautiful green eyes.
A knock on the door has you snapping out of your trance, right. the ice.
“it’s the ice babe, I’ll be right back.” You say standing, making your way towards the door.
Grabbing the ice from the nice hotel employee you shut the door and grab a towel from the bathroom.
“okay babe, sit up so I can ice your eye.” You say folding in a couple ice cubes into the towel.
“Yes ma’am” Ellie says sitting up.
You reach over and press the towel onto her eye lightly. Ellie flinches a bit at the contact at first but is soon met with a nice cooling feeling that soothes her eye.
you’re both sitting close to each other, Ellie examining every inch of your face, admiring every little detail.
She loved having you close. If she could stare at you all day long she would.
she’s staring at your lips now. your pretty lips, the lips that could make her feel so bad but good at the same time. bad when they were doing that sad little frown, good when they do that flirty little smirk. And really fucking good when they’re parted gasping for air when yo—
“Ellie are you even listening to me?” you deadpan. Oh fuck were you talking to her?
She didn’t even realize she let her mind wander at the thought of you two—
“o-oh what? um yeah babe I was.” lies.
You smirk at her, tilting your head.
“Oh really? what did I just say then hm?”
shit.
“You— like you were,, you said that… lik—oh I don’t fucking know. fine you caught me.”
Ellie says taking your hand that’s holding the towel up to her eye.
“Ellie your eye, it still needs to be iced.” you protest.
fuck the ice, I need you. now.
She throws the towel to the side and grabs your face kissing you. pushing you back lightly, placing herself on top of you.
You’re moaning into the kiss. back now flat against the bed. your lips part slightly letting Ellie slip her tongue in. taking her tongue into your mouth you wrap your lips around it and give it a gentle suck before letting it go. Ellie’s eyes roll back she feels like she’s in heat. grinding her hips down onto yours.
“hnnghh fuck ellieee.” You moan into her mouth.
Hot. it’s suddenly so fucking hot.
“ellie…clothes… off…” you can barely get a full sentence out.
you don’t have to ask her twice.
pushing herself off of you. She takes her button up off and throws it carelessly while she’s kicking off her shoes.
You do the same and just as you’re about to shimmy out of your jeans she stops you.
“wait- let me do it.” Her voice barely above a whisper. It’s raspy. And needy.
You lay back down. heart beating in anticipation. lower belly in knots.
her rough finger hover over the button of your jeans. gently undoing them. grazing her fingers over the exposed skin right above the waistline—she starts to slowly pull them down.
You’re looking down at her now sitting up slightly to watch her as she slowly sinks to her knees. It’s the second time today that she’s on her knees for you.
the soft touch of Ellie’s fingers going down your legs along with your jeans leave goosebumps trailing after them.
she quickly discards them to the side, looking up. not at your face though. at the growing wet patch on your panties. fuck me.
she can’t help herself. hooking her arms around your thighs. spreading them wide. You suddenly feel exposed wanting to close them. ellie tuts.
“stop. let me fuckin’ see her.” she says. referring to your pussy as her.
slow tantalizing hand trailing up your thigh. making its way in between them. using her thumb to rub over the wet patch with slow circular motions. spreading your arousal. sucking in air through her teeth—
“fuuuckkkk…. this wet pussy all for me?” she asks while adding more pressure with her thumb.
nodding frantically, gripping her wrist you whine. “Ellie please… I need more.”
“shhh I know baby… I gotcha.”
she brings her thumb down to her mouth, tasting your arousal that soaked through your panties. eyes rolling back. you’re absolutely gushing now at the sight.
“mmmm so fucking good baby.”
reaching up to slide your panties down your legs. the same way she did your jeans. leaving goosebumps everywhere she touches.
this time though, she shoves the panties into her back pocket.
“stand up for me baby.” Ellie asks, sitting back on her heels.
slowly pushing yourself up and sliding off the bed. your legs feel wobbly like they could give out any moment. Ellie’s hands grip your thighs, stabilizing you.
she’s looking up at you now through hooded eyes, her hands spreading your legs. making herself comfortable in between them, still on her knees.
she’s eye level now with your bare pussy—wet in all its glory. fucking beautiful and perfect. and all hers.
bringing her hand up. fingers spreading your lips apart, you’re dripping. licking her lips, Ellie dives right in. flattening her tongue at the base of your pussy, dragging it up to meet your clit. her fingers spreading the hood of your pussy back, exposing your sensitive nub, the tip of her tongue now flicking it up and down. playing with it . she loves the feeling of you against her tongue. she’s fucking addicted to it.
“oohhhmmyyellieeeughh.” gripping her head with one hand, the other going back to grip the bed to help keep you up right.
“mmmmmhnmm.” shes moaning into you. mouth completely over your pussy. sucking in her cheeks, she’s fucking slurping you up.
you feel it, that familiar build up in the pit of your stomach.
your arm thats holding you up gives out. stumbling back a bit, Ellie doesn’t stop though, getting up from her kneeling position, grasping the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. making you fall back and onto the bed, mouth not once leaving your pussy.
she’s devouring you like it’s her fucking job. spreading and lifting your legs so they’re up to your chest. moving her head up and down vigorously, her nose brushing your clit so deliciously you’re seeing stars.
Fingers finding their way back to her head, you’re pulling on her hair.
your loud moans and the squishy wet smacking sounds of Ellie’s mouth on you fill the room.
bringing a finger down to your hole, teasingly rubbing around it. before dipping it in slowing moving it in and out while her mouth latches onto your clit. teeth grazing it oh so lightly sending tingles down your spine and making your toes curl.
“Oooouhahhh fuckkk meee Ellie! Oh my god fuckfuckfuck.” gripping onto the back of your thighs now. your head falls back, mouth agape.
Ellie raises her mouth off of you, letting your clit go with a pop. now adding her middle finger along with her index she’s pumping them in and out of you with a face pace. her thumb coming up to rub your clit replacing her mouth.
you feel it coming. moans being trapped in your throat now. your face frozen with the look of ecstasy.
Ellie swears she could fucking cum just by seeing you like this. she’s practically soaking through her boxers.
the lower part of her face dripping wet with your juices and her own spit. as she watches you.
“c’mon pretty girl cum f’me.” bringing her mouth back down to your clit sucking on it. she replaces her index with her ring finger getting a better angle. her ring and middle fingers now pumping in and out of you at a fucking brutal pace.
it hits you, it hits you so fucking hard, your senses feeling it all at once. the moans stuck in your throat now escaping out of you filling up the room.
“OHMYYYYY ellieelliellieellie—gnnacum.”
your loud moans and the chanting of her name along with the wet squelching sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of you—has her moaning into you as she’s slobbering all over your pussy.
your eyes roll back and you grip her hair hard. lower belly tensing and the back of your thighs burning from being held up tightly.
bucking your hips up fucking humping yourself up onto her face, riding out your orgasm. chest heaving up and down, moans continuously spilling out of your mouth.
Ellie watches as you cum all over her fingers.
“fuckkk yeah baby, atta girl c‘mon fuckin’ give it to me.” she says still pumping her fingers.
you have to grab her wrist to stop her, already feeling overstimulated. she doesn’t stop though.
she just keeps going. pumping them in and out of you even faster.
You feel it again that familiar build up, not being able to recover from your last orgasm this one hits you in waves. body jolting, eyes brimming with tears of pleasure.
“Ellie! n-no more pleassehnnhhgg.”
Ellie finally lets up. Slowing her fingers down. collecting your cum onto them. shoving them past her lips sucking them dry, she’s so fucking nasty with it literally drooling down her arm over your taste.
your thighs drop down, feeling that delicious ache in them. you lay there trying to catch your breath.
Ellie stands up fully now. She’s taking off her tank and the rest of her clothes— getting completely naked.
she crawls on top of you straddling your waist. bringing her hands up to the bottom of your shirt and lifting it over your head—along with your bra.
mouth watering at the sight of your tits— yours doing the same as you watch her on top of you. nipples hard and perky and you can see the inside of her thighs glistening with her arousal.
reaching your hand up, pinching and rolling her nipple in between your fingers. Ellie hisses at the contact. bringing her head down to catch your nipple in her mouth biting down onto the bud, pulling it up and letting it go.
planting love bites all over your chest now, you’re moaning at how good it hurts.
“m’gonna fuck you so good baby.” She says as she lifts herself off of you, spreading your legs once again—spreading her legs as well, angling herself down. her fingers spreading your lips apart while she does the same with her own.
bringing herself down onto you, slowly grinding her hips. throwing her head back in a moan.
“mmmhhggod baby feels so fucking good.” She says through gritted teeth.
she quickens her pace not being able to control herself and you swear you go cross eyed. Still sensitive from your previous orgasms. Your hands go to grip her waist as she’s pushing your legs back grinding into you harder.
you can’t even speak, you’re staring up at her with this look on your face— no thoughts behind those eyes, dazed and fucked out. mouth agape and eye brows furrowed. you look so fucking dreamy.
Ellie wishes she could take a picture of you like this and keep it forever.
the headboard of the bed now banging against the wall. Neither of you caring. Ellie’s fucking grinding into you with a relentless pace. Her brows are furrowed, hair sticking to her for head. eye still throbbing from earlier but she could give less of a fuck.
“you like that huh? you fucking like that?” she’s asking you and you can’t find the words to respond. too overwhelmed.
“yeahhh you fuckin’ love it.” Ellie responds for you.
Ellie feels her lower belly tightening she goes to grab onto one of your thighs and fucking goes crazy. the headboard is pounding against the wall now.
shes grinding down you like her life depends on it. she’s dripping down her thighs and onto you. both of your juices mixing together making it easier for her to clit to slip back and forth over your pussy.
“Uugfhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck.” The back of her thighs clenching, her lower belly tightening. Head thrown back, now she’s chanting your name like a mantra.
cumming all over your pussy she’s grinding her hips deep and slow into you now. riding out her own orgasm.
“s-so fucking good baby.” She says. looking down at you watching as you recover from your own orgasm— for the third time in a row.
she lets go of your leg and they fall down—not having the strength to hold them up anymore.
she collapses onto you, capturing your lips with her own. sharing a passionate kiss after fucking was a must for you both.
Breaking the kiss, she stares at you lovingly as she brings her hand up—using the same two fingers she had knuckles deep in you a moments ago—to caress your cheek.
“I love you so much, my sweet girl”
you smile up at her. you’re glowing. you have this after sex glow about you. and Ellie fucking adores it.
“I love you too, Ellie.” she leans down to place another kiss on your lips before rolling off of you.
Laying on her back now she brings you in, resting your head on her chest and spooning her side. your legs tangling with her own.
suddenly it hits you that you’re in a hotel room and not your room in your shared apartment.
“Babe?” you ask.
“hm?” Ellie hums.
“do you think we were too loud?”
Ellie’s chest shakes under you. laughing at how cute you are.
“uhh probably—yeah most likely super fucking loud, now the whole floor probably knows my name.” you’re both laughing now. high off of sex.
meanwhile Abby lays there, hand down her pants. listening from the other side of the wall—trying to get off on your moans.
it was just Abby’s fucking luck. She couldn’t believe it. It’s like the universe was intentionally pulling you towards Her.
After the little fiasco in the lobby and you telling her to go away. she went to go check in and as she made her way into her room she heard a familiar voice. It was yours— through the wall just next door to her.
hence why she’s in the position she is right now rubbing one out to your moans that pass through the thin hotel walls.
she tries her best to ignore Ellie’s name that comes out of your mouth replacing it with her own instead, blocking Ellie out completely— She’s picturing herself in that room with you right now, having her way with you.
The thought alone and the sounds of your moans have her toes curling, eyes rolling back, and fingers cramping while she’s frantically rubbing herself. She bites down on her other hand suppressing her moan as she cums all over her fingers.
she lays there chest rising up and down breaths coming out in fast huffs.
Did she really just fucking do that?
picking up her phone she goes to text nora, needing someone to vent to—or to honestly make herself feel less alone. As she hears you and Ellie exchanging I love you’s through the wall.
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a fool to want you // abby anderson
summary: abigail anderson’s a colossal pain in the ass with a roster full of a girls to match— unfortunately that only made you want her more.
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**part 2**
warning: college!au, angsty, abby’s a player and very smug, smut; face-sitting, fingering, fem receiving, masturbation, top!abby
word count: 4.5k
pairing: abby anderson x fem reader
a/n: i wouldn’t be myself if i didn’t capitalize off my current abby obsession and write something
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college is a fucking scam. 
and no, not entirely in the way of paying tuition fees although that sucked too. the so-called fraudulent part of the institution lay in the housing, the very room that cost you upwards of thousands of dollars. hard-earned cash brought into fruition via your blood sweat and tears. aka the kind of money that cost you a liver, and then some. now you weren’t expecting luxury— far from it. all you required was a serene, tranquil vicinity to unwind from the burdens of post-secondary life. which was fair because you’d paid for it, right? 
wrong. everything’s a fucking scam. 
clutching the cotton pillow to your ears, you slammed your fist against the drywall to no avail. dorm room walls were cheap and astoundingly thin, making way for even the slightest movements to travel over to your room. it was three o’clock in the morning. a time for most to catch up on sleep, maybe even cram for an exam if the situation called for it. unfortunately, you didn’t fit into either of those groups— and it wasn’t by choice.
your neighbors had a deep appreciation for cordiality, it extended well into the early hours of the morning. so much so that they’d taken it upon themselves to lull you to bed with obnoxiously loud music— and for the third time this week. the cycle persisted for hours. culminating in an endless repetition of parties and copious amounts of sex. completely obliterating the possibility of you obtaining any sleep, especially the night before homecoming.
“one of us should go over there,” you spat, turning towards your roommate on the opposite side of the room.
dina shrugged, “i tried last time you should do it. i think she has a thing for you.”
you weren’t entirely familiar with the person behind the parties but from what you’d heard her name was abby and she was an asshole— a suave sweet-talker, but an asshole nonetheless. with a particular inclination to flowers, more specifically leaving them at your door. according to dina, the mystery woman had weaseled her way into just about every girl’s pants on campus, with record numbers flowing from her room into the hall. the girl had wicked stamina and that was exclusively based on what could be heard through the paper-thin walls. despite this, the plan was straightforward— be as direct as possible without dropping your pants.
you knocked twice before the door swung open, a half-naked woman standing before it. reddish-pink hickeys littered her neck and chest, trophies she wore proudly. a blue lace bra was lazily strung around her chest along with a torn purple thong that hung just below her navel. the woman was practically exposed but held not an inkling of shame— if anything she appeared dignified despite being borderline nude.
“can you turn the fucking music down?” you shouted, clamping your hands over your ears.
the woman eyed you with a particular level of indifference, crossing her arms over her chest. a strong musk of what seemed to be vanilla, sweat, and weed crept into the hallway, clouding nearly all of your senses. the smell lingered in your nostrils, sending your mind into a tailspin as the noise persisted.
she rolled her eyes, turning back towards the dorm, “some girl’s here for you.” from inside emerged a tall woman, broad and especially muscular. her face and shoulders were decorated with dark brown freckles that spread down her back. she was the very definition of intimidation personified, in a gray tank top that clung to crevices of her body carving out a perfect outline. by the time you’d realized what you were doing, it was already too late. abby extended a hand to the top frame of the door as she leaned against it, smirking. 
stop gawking, stop gawking. 
“i’m abby.” everything about her screamed cocky— from her voice to her face, even her posture for heaven's sake. it should’ve bothered you. the way she looked at you, the slight glint in her eye that seemed to sharpen as she scanned down your body— studying each of every component like it was within her right. thus you expected the annoyance or at least some indication of it to creep in. rather you were met with an unfamiliar warmth, one that made you nervous and strangely giddy. that should’ve bothered you, yet it didn’t.
“i know who you are,” you stammered, “uh i sleep in the dorm next door and i have an early class tomorrow, can you just turn the—“
“y/n, right?” her eyes, clouded by lust fell to your lips as you shifted from one foot to the other. your name rolled off her tongue effortlessly, and a part of you wanted to hear it again— just as much as abby wanted to say it again. she got off on it, she adored having the upper hand even in the most minuscule conversations. she could see it in the way you inched closer to her without even noticing. it was a power that you weren’t even fully aware of. 
“yeah?” you held your breath as she ran her fingers along the rim of the door before dropping them at her sides. the silence was torturous, gnawing at you from the inside out. this is where the “asshole” reputation stemmed from. she was a tease in her natural element and unbeknownst to you it was worsened by your presence. 
she smirked, “i sit behind you in chem, you look even prettier from the front.”
asshole. 
incessant heat rose to your cheeks, consuming them as the rest of your face fell, victim. you felt like a stranger in your own body— it resembled a foreign vessel on the verge of collapse. you shouldn’t have felt this way. you couldn’t allow yourself to. abigail anderson was a conceited jerk who thought about nothing more than the hookups she could accumulate in a day. this is what she does— and you needed to believe it.
“didn’t notice you,” you shrugged, refusing to let her get the best of you. abby squinted her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. bulging green veins pressed along the surface of her skin as her muscles flexed. she liked challenges. at that moment it became about much more than just sleeping with you, she was practically infatuated. 
you see, abby loved women. she adored the way they felt, their curves writhing underneath her. the subtle cries that fell from their lips at the slightest yet most intoxicating touches. and especially the addictive warmth she got just by being around them. it earned her the reputation of a womanizer across campus and while she wouldn’t deny it— this time her motivations were different. she wanted to charm you, she wanted to tease you, leaving on you edge while simultaneously granting you everything you could ever ask for. calling it crush felt strange but there wasn’t any other word for it, she was whipped.
“you get my flowers?” 
you nodded, eyes darting toward the ground. images of purple lilacs crept into the corners of your vision. it was a reoccurring thing— each morning you awoke to a new bouquet splayed out in front of your door. there was no note, just a small card that read “to y/n, from abby,” and she’d been at it for weeks.
“good….we’ll keep the music down,” she offered you one last glance before retreating into the dorm. she lowered the speakers to a minimum continuing over to her bed. there she was awaited by a girl whose name she didn’t even know. not that it mattered much to her in the slightest. abby found her mind occupied by more pressing matters, all involving you. she couldn’t seem to shake the image of you in sheer pajamas from her memory. spurring it to do the complete opposite— latching on and burning its way to the forefront of her mind. 
she wrapped her hands along the ankles of the mystery woman, gently pulling her toward the edge of the bed. abby forced her eyes closed, allowing pictures of you to pervade them. her hands trailed down between the woman’s inner thighs, teasing them as she cried aloud. she curled her fingers along the woman’s entrance, snapping them upwards in an almost ritualistic manner. abby repeated this over and over again until she was convinced it was you. 
her chants grew fervently, “abby, abby, abby” traveling to the opposite side of the room where you slept. the noise was low at first and only noticeable to you. it began as a gentle whisper, prodding your ears before inevitably reaching your pussy. you didn’t want to succumb to it— secretly you adored the way it made you feel. the slight tingle that persisted with each chant. slowly you moved your hand to your navel, eyes darting over to a passed-out dina before proceeding. 
you closed your eyes, pushing your index finger below the hem of your shorts. beginning slowly you rubbed your clit in controlled, delicate circles, suppressing the grunts and moans brimming the surface of your tongue. filthy images of abby intruded your thoughts, taking center stage as the cries of another woman became fuel. gradually you sped up employing another finger in the process. fragmented white spots clouded the outskirts of your vision as you worked faster, pressing down on your poor clit with much more force. 
the woman’s chants become disheveled and scarce fizzling out as you chase your high, streams of pleasure ripping through your body. tears brimmed the corners of your eyes, you squeezed your legs together quickly breathing a sigh of relief. the realization was subtle initially, revealing the bits of truth you were reluctant to hear. however, one thing was for certain— the image of abby never once left you. 
“so how’d it go last night?” dina asked, her voice pulling you away from your thoughts. 
you snapped your head towards her, “what?” the two of you continued to class although your mind consistently found its way back to abby’s door. 
maybe she knew? oh god, she knew. 
technically you hadn’t done anything wrong but you couldn’t help but feel nervous. last night instilled you with a new, daring sense of bravery that you hadn’t experienced all semester. in your hands, you fiddled with the new bouquet— this time they were a collection of pink roses, all varying in color. you weren’t how long she’d keep it up but then again you weren’t complaining.
“last night with abby? they turned the music down so i’m guessing she must really have a thing for you.” her voice was drenched in all types of suggestive undertones, most of which you consciously chose to ignore. you despised yourself for feeling this way— there was nothing special about the way abby looked at you. she was the campus player and only a fool would be deceived into believing otherwise.
during chemistry you sat in your usual spot, secretly hoping abby would walk in. today you made more of an effort towards appearance, applying a bit more makeup than usual. wearing an even shorter outfit and dousing yourself in perfume. now that you knew abby was watching you wanted to impress her even if it was only for a short while. you rarely if ever sought attention from anyone in class but with her it was different. you wanted to stand out, vying for her attention amongst others. 
halfway through the lecture, abby strode in, blue eyes directly locking with yours. a slight smirk took shape on her lips as she made her way towards you, taking the seat right beside you. your heartbeat sped rapidly, hammering against your chest. she leaned back in her chair completely disregarding the professor. to be honest, abby hadn’t planned on coming to class, and she had no intentions of staying. 
she began, “y/n—“
“i have to focus.”
“i’ll be quick,” she leaned over closer, nearly brushing your thigh, “you got any plans for tonight?” shit— the thought of homecoming had completely slipped your mind. let alone what you planned to do. hanging out with dina was out of the question. and you preferred not to attend any fraternity party alone in addition to one of abby’s. you’d rather not spend most of the night watching her tongue your entire class for hours on end.
“i was thinking about having a party in our resident hall for homecoming, you wanna come? you can bring your friend—“
“i have a date,” you said louder than intended, it garnered a couple of stares from fellow peers and abby included. although this couldn’t have been further from the truth. yet it seemed better in hindsight. she fell silent for a moment, cerulean eyes peering through yours. for the first time, she was at a loss for words— and it was unusual for her. abby rarely had to chase, especially not against other people on campus but with you, she almost felt obligated to. somehow, someway it acknowledged the budding feelings that began to stir deep inside of her.
“if that falls through you know where to find me, promise i’ll make it worth your while— and if you do happen to show up, you should wear that perfume again, you smell really nice,” she whispered, the corners of her lips tugging up into a cocky grin. you expected her to leave right after although she made no attempts to. rather you felt her gaze settle on you, forcing the heat to buzz underneath your skin in response. everything about her demeanor was so arrogant and unbelievably hot. you hated admitting it you refused to. but you didn’t mind the attention, even more so you welcomed it. 
soon the class drew to a close and you were the first one out. the surface skin felt like it was on fire, overwhelmed by an unprecedented force. you couldn’t think straight. memories of abby and last night refused to let up occupying more space in your mind than usual. you’d gotten yourself off to the thought of her. yet the only thing you could focus on was the fact that she’d complimented you. still, you could feel it, her breath against your ear and the gentle brush of her skin against yours. it was small but impossible to forget.
as time inched by classes emptied with most students choosing their preferred method of celebration, except for you. your room was empty so you took advantage of the extra space by dressing yourself for the second time that day. you opted for a tight outfit one that revealed your assets without showing them outright. from the room over you could hear people begin to pile for abby’s party, queuing your exit. not before spraying yourself with perfume once more. 
you walked along campus with no real goal in sight. the sky was a captivating mixture of cobalt and rosè, a sight that left you in awe. the sun was slowly easing its way down, shielded by the fluffy white clouds littered across the expansion. it was utterly beautiful. high pitched sounds from nearby insects rang out into the void as more followed suit. you continued even further heavily immersed in the nature around you. and it communicated one thing. 
college was most definitely a scam, but this certainly wasn’t. 
in all your days of living on campus, you hadn’t noticed this. largely because you’d been so concerned with yourself to really explore and truly venture out of your comfort zone. in many facets, it reminded you of abby, and more specifically what you felt for her. honestly, you didn’t know what it was, or what to call it. you had these preconceived notions of her of who she was that you hadn’t even bothered to investigate yourself. thus it kept you in a bubble one in which you’d never be able to confront your desire for her.
upon realizing this you turned on your heel sharply, speeding back towards your residential hall. as you pushed past the doors you were gearing up to fight— homecoming parties were usually a battle zone. yet once you stepped foot inside it was completely silent— alarmingly so. you continued towards abby’s door searching for an indication of a party but there weren’t any traces of one person let alone dozens of people. 
you knocked on abby’s door once before it swung open. there was no party, no music or stray girls, and beer cups scattered across the room— just abby. a small grin spread across her lips as you stepped inside, the room was dimly lit by white candles. the sweet aroma of vanilla and cinnamon wafted in the air, reminiscent of your first encounter yet with a noticeable difference. you sat on the edge of her bed, purposely leaving a few feet between the two of you. the mattress dipped as abby took a seat on the opposite side, allowing for more tension to accumulate in the atmosphere.
she turned towards you, “where’s your date?”
“i don’t wanna talk about that,” you whispered. a warm giddy feeling aligned the pit of your stomach stirring nausea. but it was almost pleasant? abby affected you, one that you couldn’t quite describe. it was powerful and enticing enough to lead you back to her room and stay. it mimicked a fierce wave edging along a wet beach shore— you knew what was coming, nonetheless, you chose to remain. 
“why are you so far away?” her voice was light, bordering on insatiable. it took everything not to look her way, let alone even make eye contact. you pressed your legs together fighting to contain the desire that was slowly mounting itself inside you. abby could sense it but she wanted— no needed to ease it out of you.
“you make me nervous,” you admitted, biting down on your lip with enough force to draw blood. sheer hints of aluminum lingered on your tongue but a bloody lip couldn’t have been further from your concerns. the air was thick and the scent grew stronger as abby stirred beside you. she didn’t move any closer although you secretly wished she had. since the moment you’d laid eyes on her a part of you, although tamed longed to be near her. you wanted to feel her muscles against the surface of your skin, observing the way they contracted underneath her clothes, bearing the utmost strength and intensity. 
she chuckled, “is that what you came here to tell me?” 
you shook your head, silently picking at your cuticles. the pain was distracting but not enough to force the words from your mouth. it wasn’t a matter of knowing it— abby already knew it. she could smell the lust practically radiating off your skin but she wanted to hear you say it. it served as confirmation— the girl she’d wanted all along was in the very palm of her hand. 
your eyes flickered between hers, “you meant what you said earlier….making this worth my while?”
“come closer.” hesitantly you lifted yourself from the edge of the mattress, taking a seat just a mere inches away. you hadn’t been this close to her since earlier on, but even then it was never of this magnitude— never this sexually driven. 
“what do you think?” she whispered, cupping a hand over yours. slowly she ran her thumb over your skin, fulfilling only a portion of your desires. your eyes fell towards her lips before trailing back up to her eyes. a similar need lingered in her gaze but abby refrained from making the first move. which wasn’t a stance she took often. 
you slipped your hand out from under her grasp bringing them to her face. you pulled her in closer, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. abby’s hands traveled up your arms stopping at your elbows where she held them there, ushering you closer. 
breathless, you pulled away, “is this okay? am i doing this right?”
“you’re perfect y/n, keep going,” abby cooed. she scooped you up in her arms pushing you back on the bed. your tongue swirled over hers allowing a low moan to escape from your lips. abby pressed against you harder, bringing her hands further south where they slipped under your knees. her touch felt magical making it even easier for you to lose control of yourself. you reached for the hem of abby’s shirt pulling it over her head as you kissed down her neck. offering extra attention to the skin just above her shoulders. 
“fuck— i wanna taste you,” abby purred, sliding the lace panties down your legs. you pulled your dress up, offering her an ample view of your body. however she refused to rush, she wanted to prolong the experience turning her attention towards your chest. she cupped your tits in her hands, bringing them to her mouth. needing at one mound she latched onto the other, swirling her tongue around your nipple. she continued sucking fervently allowing her free hand to roam down your thigh. 
“yes, yes— just like that,” you cried digging your fingernails into the surface of abby’s skin. creating sharp crescents all along her bicep. she brushed her finger to your pussy watching as you shuddered away.
abby pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, “you gotta relax for me, alright?” you nodded, spreading your legs open further she began at your clit. going back and forth in slow torturous circles. you attempted to move your hips forward, desperate for more when abby pulled away, shaking her head. 
“be patient. i’ll take care of you, i promise.” the pleasure was practically overwhelming. you threw your head back as abby applied more pressure to your clit, slipping her index finger into your dripping pussy. wet squelching sounds pervaded the air around you the faster she went. curving her finger up to meet your spongy g-spot. her pace increased, revealing veins that traveled up the expanse of abby’s arm- however it didn’t deter her. 
“how’s that hm? better?” her tone was tauntingly low and addictive. moans spilled from your lips in response as you clutched onto her, near the verge of seeing stars. 
“c’mon baby, tell me.” this time she slipped in her middle finger, watching as it slid in effortlessly. instinctively you clenched around her yelping at the newfound contact. your entire body was set ablaze, engulfed in flames as abby worked bringing you to new heights. soon began to move along with her hand, desperately chasing your orgasm. 
“i’m so close— fuck— don’t stop, don’t stop please.” your voice became caught and your vision darkened, pitch-black shards clouding it. you buried your face in her neck as abby held you close. her arm pressing into the small of your back.
“i know it’s a lot, but you can trust me,” she whispered. you pulled away from her, hot tears brimming the corners of your eyes. you expected the sex but you hadn’t expected this. there was a certain level of vulnerability present between the two of you, it was both raw and completely unprecedented. before you even had a chance to comment on it, abby silenced you, pressing her lips to yours.
“i want you to sit on my face.”
“what?” you sputtered, unsure if you’d heard her correctly. however, abby’s face remained completely unchanged. she shot you a reassuring smile before laying flat on her back. huffing a quick breath you inched over to her, placing your legs on either side of her head. you lowered yourself on her mouth, moaning at the warm contact. abby wrapped her arms around both of your thighs, hungrily pressing you to her face. 
it was nearly impossible to move under her grasp. abby kept you bound to one place as she ran her tongue along your pussy. sloppily lapping your fluids that escaped into her mouth. she hummed at the taste, relentlessly flicking her tongue against your folds. a small knot began to develop at the pit of your stomach, growing and tightening with each movement. abby worked tirelessly against you, desperate to push to your last and final high. your moans grew louder and more ardent, replicating that of the mystery woman from earlier.
“abby, abby, abby,” you cried, doubling over as your legs gave out, surrendering completely to abby’s will. she continued lapping your fluids, sucking feverishly until you were a babbling mess— way past the point of oblivion. triggering the massive knot at the basis of your stomach. 
shakily you tumbled over on the opposite side of abby, out of breath and sweaty. when she joined you clear fluids coated the outskirts of her mouth and her chest was completely doused. with the last bit of strength you could fester you turned towards her placing a kiss on her mouth before pulling away. clear remnants of your orgasm still immobilizing you. 
“thank you,” she whispered, running her hand across your back, gently easing you into a slumber as you nuzzled into her. the gentle thump of abby’s heart lulling you.
you awoke to hushed whispers coming from the door. abby’s space beside you was empty. she stood by the door, her face beet red and contorted. across from her was a blonde woman, she looked utterly unfamiliar but she blended in perfectly with abby’s past hookups. she wore little to no clothes and her under eyes were decorated with red at the rims. indicating that she was most definitely high. 
“got your text abs, c’mon let’s get outta here,” she giggled, tugging on abby’s arm. 
“now isn’t a good time, you need to go.” her voice was alarmingly serious which was a rare sight. you did your best to remain silent, yet the nature of their conversations left a bad taste in your mouth. 
“why?” she sneered, pushing her way into the dorm, “is it because of her? she know you have a girlfriend?” 
girlfriend? girlfriend? 
“you hear that? i’m her girlfriend,” she shouted.
you could throw up. your head spun in circles, spurring nausea already building in your stomach. abby had a girlfriend? confusion laced with anger completely distorted your vision. yet you didn’t spare another moment. it was too late for explanations, now you were the fool.
you should’ve seen it coming. 
abby whipped back towards you stammering, “shit y/n— just let me explain.” 
it was too late. the girl wrapped an arm around abby’s waist planting a kiss to her cheek that only made you taste the bile. you needed to get out of there with whatever was left of your fragmented dignity. you pushed past abby and the blonde, ripping your arm from abby’s grasp when she tried to touch you. it no longer had that same effect— it was foreign. 
“y/n wait— hear me out please.” 
you tuned out abby’s voice storming into your room before slamming it shut. a sharp pang ricocheted throughout your body as you seethed, grappling with your emotions. you hated this. you hated the control she maintained over you, it was paralyzing. but what made it even more infuriating? all the more screwed up and deranged? you still wanted her. 
college is a fucking scam. 
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pls make reader and milf!abby have a baby together 😭😭😭
Baby - part 1/3 (Milf!Abby x reader)
This is going to be a 3 part series! Part 2 will be released soon:)
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Authors note: i'm back fr, i finally finished with exams and I'm here to spam with fics again
☆ Milf Abby who was happy with the life the two of you were already living but something was missing.
☆Milf Abby who always thought you were good with kids
☆ Milf Abby who never really thought about having another kid until she married you.
☆ Milf Abby who thinks about it a little too much, if she has to be honest
☆ Milf Abby who never brought up the conversation of having another baby even though you were hinting at having another kid.
"Abby isn’t this cute" you said with a pout as you handed her a onesie you bought for Mel's baby shower.
"Abby look" you pointed at Aubrey playing with one of your collogues newborn baby: "she’d be such a good big sister"
☆ Milf Abby who would only nod or smile at whatever you had to say involving babies because she was terrified.
☆ Milf Abby who was asked about when the two of you were gonna have a baby.
"So..." Nora started
"yeah?" the blonde looked at her with a raised eyebrow
"when are you and your girl gonna have a baby?"
suddenly Abby's body went cold, she could hear her heart beating out of her chest and she silently stared at Nora with wide eyes.
"We um-"
"Abby having another baby?"
They heard a voice talk from behind them. Both of the girls heads snapped into the direction of the voice and there stood Mel, still heavily pregnant.
"When you have a kid you should be able to play with them, and to run around- don’t you think you passed that stage already? Don’t you have back pain or something?"
"Mel" Nora said sternly.
"no Nora she has to hear the truth" Mel replied.
Abby met the eyes of the brunette and Mel gave her a sympathetic smile: "by the time your baby is ten you'd almost be sixty, you'd be her grandma Abby"
☆ Milf Abby who agreed with Mel.
☆ Milf Abby who avoided you for a few days because she felt like she was keeping you back in life.
"Can you shut the fuck up" she said with a frustrated sigh.
You looked at her with a raised eyebrow. You knew there was something wrong due to her distant behavior recently. You thought she was stressed, tired maybe.
“Abby I just asked if you wanted something to eat”
Abby looked at you with a blank facial expression, before she looked down to the floor, brining her head into her hands.
You walked towards her putting your hand on her shoulder “talk to me abs”
you felt her muscles tense underneath your touch “c’mon Abby you can tell me anything”
she finally looked up from her hands, and she made brief eye contact with you before she looked away once again
“I-“
“spit it out”
“I don’t think we should have a baby”
“what?”
“listen baby” she started, and she gently took your hands into hers as she saw your eyes fill with tears
“I did some thinking, and I don’t think we should have a baby because I’m happy just with you and Aubrey. Don’t you think another baby will complicate our life?”
You stared at her in shock, how could she not tell you about this earlier?
“Abby you knew. You fucking knew I wanted to have kids, and you said you wanted the same. Now you want to change your mind?”
“Can I not change my mind?”
“You have every right to, but you know how I felt about having kids. You know that I've always wanted to be a mom"
She knew that. She knew all of this.
“aren’t you already a mom to Aubrey? Are you saying my daughter isn't good enough?”
“I did not fucking say that and you know that”
“but you meant it”
“fuck you” was all you said as you got up and walked towards the room the two of you shared.
She doesn’t know why she said that.
God Abby fucking knows what she said was wrong. It's not that she doesn’t want to have kids, its just she knew Mel had a point. She would be in her sixties by the time your baby would be done with high school.
Maybe she was too old after all.
☆ Milf Abby who had to listen to you sob throughout the night.
☆ Milf Abby who tried talking to you the next morning.
Abby let out a groan as she heard Aubrey giggle. She brought her hands up to her eyes as she opened them.
The light has always been bright in the living, but jesus she didn’t know they were this fucking bright.
Abby winched as she sat up from the couch, her limbs felt like they were burning. Her eyes fell on you and Aubrey. The two of you were eating and smiling, and as she took in the scene and she knew it was fucked up of her to say what she said yesterday.
Abby got up, still feeling stiff but she made her way towards the two people who she loved the most.
Aubrey gave her a bug smile and muttered a quick "good morning mommy" before she ran to her room. She smiled at her daughters before she focused her attention towards you.
You didn't even look at her.
She felt sick to her stomach.
“I left some eggs for you” was all you said before you walked out the kitchen.
Abby really fucked up.
☆ Milf Abby who tried getting your attention all week but you ignored her.
☆ Milf Abby who tried talking to you but all you replied with was “I don’t want to talk”
☆ Milf Abby who finally had enough and she decided that she should tell you what actually happened.
☆ Milf Abby who showed up to your classroom once again.
The room was empty and you stood with your back facing away from the door. Abby quietly walked towards you.
“hi”
she watched as your body jerked “jesus Abby I told you that you should start knocking” you said out of breath.
"Sorry" she mumbled
"can we talk?" she watched you facial expression turn cold.
“sure”
“thank you”
The room was filled a awkward silence, it was tense and it felt suffocating.
“talk Abby, I have things to do”
“I'm sorry”
“is sorry all you can fucking say?”
Abby wanted to bang her head against a wall.
“I want to have a baby with you”
“aw you changed your mind? What happened? Did I force you Abby? Are you sure you want this Abby? Oh wait! I don’t think I want to be a mom anymore, since you said that I m practically going to replace Aubrey. Oops let me-"
"it was Mel"
"what did Mel do?"
And the truth came out. Abby told you everything she said, how I made her feel.
You gave her a sympathetic smile before you spoke again: "You need to stop letting people tell you you're too old Abby. You keep losing opportunities, you keep giving yup your dreams, as soon as someone says something. You need to learn that you should stop listing to what others have to say about your age"
“I know but its hard” Abby muttered.
You got up and you walked towards her and you pulled her into a tight up “I know, but we’ll work though it. I’ll help you with whatever and if you don’t want to have a baby its ok-"
"no no I want to have a baby. I want to have one with you"
a smile spread onto your face.
"can we have a baby?" Abby asked.
"if you start working on your self confidence and you stop listing to what bitches have to say about you I will then we can have a baby"
"yes ma'am, i'll do whatever you say"
"one more thing Abby"
"yeah?"
"Don't ever talk to me in that way again. What you said really hurt my feelings, and i understand you were hurting too but it didn't give you the right to talk to me in that way. I love Aubrey more than anything so don't say that again"
"I'm so sorry baby i really am, i there anything i can do to make it up to you?"
"You can start by getting me chocolate milk"
☆ Milf Abby who made it up to you by apologizing over a million times, and by doing every single thing you said.
☆ Milf Abby who immediately started looking for doctors and baby names.
☆ Milf Abby who blocked Mel because fuck her and her fucking opinions.
☆ Milf Abby who did started working on her self confidence and she immediately felt better about everything.
☆ Milf Abby who was excited to have a baby with you.
<3
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munsonsfairy · 8 months
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abby anderson from your pov 🍎🐈🩵🫧👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏼
ugh i love her so much <3 i just want her to be my girlfriend. literally not asking for much.
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r3starttt · 2 months
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Wlf abby ♡
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Wlf!Abby who doesn’t want you to get involved in all the Joel situation so hopes it can stay as a secret. She just want you to be safe and fears you might hate her or thing she’s crazy even though you’ve been always by her side and had been her biggest support since she lost her dad.
Wlf!Abby who panics once you realize why she’s been training like crazy for the past years and doesn’t dare to look for you or see you because she’s not ready for whatever your reaction is.
Wlf!Abby who goes on patrol as much as she’s allowed and helps on everything she can just to avoid you but ends up failing thanks to Manny, who’s been insistent since he found out you knew and realized the only way of making her face this whole situation was by lying to her.
Wlf!Abby who couldn’t handle eye contact for probably the first time ever and wanted to kill manny for doing this to her.
“Why you never told me about this?” she finally shifted her eyes to yours, surprised by the calmness on your voice but immediate freaking out the moment she saw you arms crossed and furrowed brows.
“Didn’t want you to get involved and get hurt” half true half lie. you chuckled sarcastically, stepping closer to her “but our friends can get hurt?”
Abby’s face lowered, looking at the ground once again, not knowing what to do or say until you spoke again “I’m not mad, if you’re even worried about it. I’m just confused and you’ve been avoiding me which has confused me even more if that’s even possible”
“I can’t forgive or forget what that man did to my dad” “Joel” you could see her clearly biting the inside of her lips, clenching her jaw at the same time. and simply could take this anymore “Come here, you can explain it all later”
Wlf!Abby who burst into tears the moment she felt your eyes around her body, and who’s tense back finally got a break, making all the physical pain increase.
Wlf!Abby who felt so stupid for not telling you before and for thinking she could actually keep it as a secret.
Wlf!Abby who finally confessed everything that she knew and everything she was planning on doing. And who’s words destroyed you because maybe you never asked enough questions and maybe if you’d paid more attention this wouldn’t be happening.
Wlf!Abby who reassure you it wasn’t your fault and actual apologized for not telling you everything before. And who’s lips pressed on yours in the most tender and desperate kiss she’d ever given to you.
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