#abigail anderson drabble

[serevena]

Omg I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write something about Abby and the reader dry-humping while making out and Abby makes the reader cum in her pants and then like makes fun of her for it. Please and thank you. 😊 (sorry if this ask is cringey asl 😭)

Abby smiled against your lips, her black compressed shirt hugging her abdomen so perfectly it made you question her existence as a whole.

Your hands roamed her back, her grey sweatpants tugging ever so slightly against your pants with every thrust. You both let out moans of content, and your mind ventured to your nails digging into her back, which, mind you, was still fucked up from yesterday.

She parted from your lips to look down at you, her calloused hands rubbing your face before she slipped a thumb in your mouth, smiling wider when you gladly accepted it. “That feel good?” She mumbled, and you nodded, wrapping your legs around her. “I wanna touch you so bad.” She spoke, a harsh breath just a few seconds after. And that..that drove you over the edge.

Your body shook, and she knew. She didn’t mind you getting loud but she wasn’t trying to wake up the neighbors at 12:53PM because she couldn’t keep it in her pants, so she began kissing you again, and again, and again, feeling impossibly closer to you. Your breath became somewhat feverish as she lets your ride out your high before moving her clothed cunt away from yours. She saw a wet patch through your pants and let out a chuckle.

“I didn’t even touch you yet.”

[brunetttebaby]

abby finding out about ur hand/arm kink (a lil self indulgent but🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️) very smutty

she started to notice your gaze drifting to her muscular arms and pretty hands, a few times. maybe it was just a coincidence, she thought to herself. surely if you liked something like that, she’d know about it by now?

wrong. it was a secret to be kept, but evidently not well. when you two cuddle you grab her hand, commenting how much smaller yours is, and how big hers are. it was suspicious, but she let it go.

she only realized when she was fucking you, your legs shaking. shoving two fingers down your throat seemed to make you not only cum faster, but completely gush around her cock.

“shit, squeezing around me so hard. what if i…” she paused, flipping you onto your stomach, her cock still deep inside you. “abs, what’re you-!!” she began to pound you, a hand wrapping around your throat, the other holding your hip.

“don’t act so shocked, princess. i know how long you’ve wanted my hands around your throat.” she lowered to whisper in your ear, a warmth filling your cheeks.

“cmon baby, want you to cum around my cock. wanna feel that pussy gush f’me.”

god, her voice alone drove you crazy. “fuck!! abs, i!!” you cried out, biting on your bottom lip to try and keep the noises to a minimum.

but she wouldn’t slow. “that’s it, baby,” she cooed, her breath brushing against your ear. “you can do it. use that pretty dumb little head of yours.”

a/n; i think my ellie fic was a flop but it’s okay🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️sub ellie isn’t common anyways. hope yall enjoy this a little more🫶🏽

[massacredkitty]

how about abby fucking r with a dildo and shes so intamte and soft and it just gets the r so overwhelmed that she is just whining and huffing as abby lets you let out lik squirts. abby loves loves loves when she prolongs the orgasm that youre so wet it surprises her

nsfw ౨ৎ

abby finds it adorable that she can be so soft on you, and still get you in a complete mess. the setting is calm; you’re slouched between her legs, your moans are soft— the occasional loud one when the toy hit a certain spot inside you.

her other hand slides from your thigh to your pretty soaked cunt, rubbing slow circles on your clit and applying harsh pressure when you weren’t expecting it. your grind into her hand and the toy, your moans increasing.

abby coos at your sudden loudness, slowly pulling the faux cock from you and watching how strings of your arousal stay connected to you when she does. you tighten around nothing, whining at the emptiness and the borderline humiliating reveal of how wet you were. “god damn…”

“please, abby.” your eyes squeeze shut as she continues letting you rut against her hand on your clit. she call feel you throbbing and how progressively wet you’re getting just from rubbing on her. “so needy, hm?”

you nod mindlessly, feeling your slick drip down your ass and onto the bed. your back arches up when she slips the toy back into you, you keep nodding and moaning, like she had just fucked your brain away.

she hums “you’re good, huh? taking it so well for me,” her words make you squeeze around the toy, and suddenly you’re gasping and grabbing at her, trying to signal that you’re getting close. “baby, relax okay?”

your legs shake as you cum, hard. you gush around her cock, and she moves her hand away from your clit to let you get it all out, little spurts of your release thudding against the bed.

for the first time, you go silent, so overwhelmed by the pleasure that you just shake and let it take over. abby hums and says more encouraging things in your ear, but she doubts you can even hear. the pace of her thrusts stay the same to lengthen your orgasm, the side of her mouth turning up into a proud smile as you squirt.

it’s so pretty to her, and she doesn’t stop until you reach down to grab her wrist. you let out a gasp, breathing heavily and still shaky.

ummmmmmmmmm anyway idk how to end these anymore

[dnvrsmedia]

love at first suture

abigail anderson x medic!reader

warnings: mentions of injuries (no gore)

canon universe setting, no pronouns or r physical attributes used!

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Soft light enters the hallway as the rising sun shines its beams onto Earth, enveloping its warm rays like a blanket on your skin. Puffs of air leave your sleeping lover's mouth as her chest steadily rises at a rhythmic rate. Calm is the state you find yourself in on the rare occasion you wake up before the blonde. Her long hair cascades along her broad shoulders like a warm toned waterfall. On days like these you feel a little bit more filled with gratitude. Never have you believed in soulmates until you met yours. Abigail Anderson was the textbook definition of your other half. She fulfilled every need, want, hope, and dream you could ever have asked for—ever so effortlessly. Love was never easy, but loving Abby was the easiest thing you have ever done.

Your hand moved to tuck a stray piece of hair from tickling her nose. A giggle erupts from your mouth as the blonde scrunches her nose and furrows her brows, trying to get away from the tickling strand of hair. Her body relaxes with a content hum as you free her from the itching. Abby moves into your hand, subconsciously yearning for your touch. No matter how big and scary she looks to others, you’ll always know the true Abby. Your loving and caring partner. Abby who goes to the ends of the earth for what she believes in. Your sweet girl and most powerful protector.

Reminiscing on when you first met always brings a smile to your face. The once tough girl falling into a puddle of mush—flushed beyond belief as you patch her up in the infirmary. You were newer to the area and quickly became one of the most crucial surgeons for the WLF. Abby luckily was not hurt badly, just a few lacerations to various parts of her body. Leaving only a slightly deeper cut on her upper thigh. The blonde stubborn as always, grumbled her way in the infirmary. Nora being the only one to get through her thick skull.

“Abigail I swear to god if you don’t sit your ass in that fucking chair-“ Nora’s voice heard through the groans and chaos of the infirmary.

Your eyebrows shoot up in amusement. In the few months you’ve been with WLF, you’ve known that Abby was not one to be fucked with. The top scar killer, Isaac’s number one asset, was one to be listened to. You had only a few run-ins with the tall blonde. Abby did well in either playing down her injuries or patching herself up. Yet, here she was, being yelled at like a toddler by her best friend. Tail tucked between her legs with an adorable pout to her plush lips. Her thick thighs spread wide after unceremoniously plopping into your open chair. Her pout could be seen from miles away as scoffs left her lips.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You don your nitrile gloves with a ‘snap’.

Abby’s stubborn nature made her snarl before she looked up at you. All of her previous stipulations melt away as her eyes meet yours. The stubborn blond rendered speechless as her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

“Uh-I…um-” Abby struggles to speak as she dumbly points to her thigh.

Nora catches onto her best friend’s actions with a smirk as she nudges Abby’s watermelon sized bicep.

“This dumbass needs stitches on her thigh and bicep. The other lacerations aren’t deep enough for stitches, but a good cleaning should fix it. I’d help her myself but I'm busy and you need more friends, bye!” Nora rushes the last sentence before going into the middle of the storm of hurt soldiers.

Crimson red is the color that peaks under Abby’s freckles. Your own belly betrays you as it flutters w butterflies. Her teeth sitting atop her tucked in bottom lip makes your knees weak. You snap out of your trance, turning to attend to the matter at hand. Your fingers fumble with the suture package before placing your materials on your tray. You sit down on your stool before her.

“How are you feeling? I’m sure there’s no major injuries since your reluctance to be checked out, but this is a pretty gnarly cut here.” Your gloved hand caresses her clothed thigh that currently has a gash in the fabric.

Abby’s thighs tense at the feeling of your gentle finger caressing her. You take that as a symptom of tenseness and pull away immediately in worry. Abby silently curses herself.

“Is that painful there? I could check you out some more to see-” You ramble before being cut off by the blonde.

“N-no i'm okay just wasn’t ready for your touch. I didn't mind it.” She smirks, loving the shy smile that adorned your lips.

“Oh! Okay then, that’s perfect. So I’m just gonna need you to uh take off your pants- or what’s left of them, to stitch you up and send you on your way.” Your eyes veer from her eyes, oozing with nerves. Abby has this effect on you that you couldn’t explain.

Meanwhile, Abby is trying not to lose her shit at the thought of taking her pants off for you. She wished she was taking them off for a different circumstance-

“Uh, *cough*, yeah, th- that’s fine.” Abby tried-and failed- at keeping a cool and mysterious tone. In actuality, her brain was going a mile a minute all because of the beauty in front of her.

She stands and unbuckles her belt in front of you. Due to your height difference as you were still on your stool, her hips stood at face level. Your mouth salivates at the filthy thoughts flooding through your brain. You clear your throat and turn your head in a hurry, pretending to preoccupy yourself with something useless. Once the clang of her heavy belt buckle sounds, signaling it hitting the ground, you turn back to your patient. Your eyes bulge out of your eyes at the sight. You thought her thighs looked good before but holy shit. Her sculpted thighs were something to worship. Yet, this certainly was not the time.

You get through your mini short circuit and immediately get to work cleaning her wounds. The whole time you talk the blonde through what you’re doing. Abby wasn’t stupid, she was actually decently knowledgeable on things of the sort due to her late father, yet she didn’t once stop you to mention she knew what you were doing. She fell in love with your passion to heal others, your passion for your craft. Any frustrations from her patrol melted away as she listened and watched you work. Soft giggles leave your lips as Abby filters in jokes every now and then. If your voice is honey then your laugh is heaven to her. The way your nose scrunched when she said something you found particularly funny or dorky made her heart soar. Your laugh gave Abby a high that no drugs could ever give her.

“You are good to go!” You finish wrapping her bandage securely.

“If you have any questions feel free to stop by, okay? Make sure you’re not doing any rigorous training or activities for at least a few days.” You pointedly look at her with your eyebrows raised. You may be new but you know that all of your warnings will go in one ear and out the other.

Abby laughs at your knowing look, wondering how you could read her so well so soon. Unbeknownst to the two of you, that would only be the beginning.

[eyesfullofsttars]

✩‧₊˚ ellie, who passionately made out the previous night in the restroom of a bar with a taller blonde who could easily break her nose with a single solid hit, woke up in the morning with those strong arms embracing her waist and the blonde hair covering her freckled shoulder. she opened her greenish eyes with the desire to begin planting gentle and soft kisses on abigail's lips to delay time, to be hers a few more minutes before this fleeting nocturnal encounter comes to an end with the arrival of the sun... ✩‧₊˚

[xrstuve]

SWEET TREATS | abby anderson x fem! reader !

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🪷 | little drabble of abby!! pure pure fluff <33 click here for pt2!!

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“abby, stop!!” you laugh, peeling her arms off you, trying to get back to baking the cake. you look at her, eyebrows furrowed but a small smile still present on your face. “stop eating my icing!! i won’t have enough for our cake!”

abby just chuckles and shakes her head as she looks back at you, a coy smile on her face, raising a brow at you. “as if i’m the only one who’s enjoying it!” she gets closer to you, one arm wrapping around your waist in attempt of pulling you closer to her, as the other one cups your chin, raising your face up at her. your eyes widen as you look at her, feeling your face heat up at the sudden action.

“look at you” she whispers as she gazes at your face, some icing still placed on your cheek. abby smirks as she raises her thumb up to your face, rubbing off the excess icing as she lets go off you and brings her thumb to her mouth, licking the leftover icing as she sends you a sly smirk.

your cheeks flush at her act as you tear your gaze away from her, trying to continue baking your cake but it seemed almost impossible with her in the same room. she always found a way to distract you from whatever you were doing, wanting nothing but your full blown attention. you let out a small huff, not sparing a glance at her as you continue mixing the batter.

“who’s the cook here, hmm? only i can try it until it’s finished. then maybe i’ll be ever so kind to let you try it.” abby chuckles as she gets closer to you, wrapping her buff arms around your waist from behind while she places her head on the crook of your neck. “what the wife says goes.” she says, placing small kisses on the side of your neck all the way up to your ear, making your eyes flutter shut, humming in satisfaction. you could feel her smile against your ear, her hair tickling your neck as you shiver from the closeness. “though i bet it won’t be as sweet as you.”

your eyes widen and you could feel your ears getting hot, feeling instantly embarrassed at what she just said. “abby! will you stop that!” abby just chuckles at your reaction and backs off you, leaning against the counter to get a better look at you. you stare back at her, cheeks rosy and brows furrowed, a small frown plastered on your face, though she could tell that you were keeping a smile from her.

she raises her arms up in self defense, “okay okay! i’ll stop i promise.” she chuckles, finally deciding to stop teasing you, though she couldn’t help herself at the sight of you. you send her an unconvinced look, brows raised. she shakes her head and looks down at you, grabbing your hand from the counter and raising it up to her lips, leaving a soft kiss as she pulls away, sending you a smile. “i promise.”

you shake your hand off her, not trusting a word she said, as you went back to mixing the eggs into the batter. “hmph, fine.” abby’s smile widens as she lets out a satisfied hum.

“thank you baby, you’re the best” she says, planting a kiss to your cheek as you roll your eyes, a small smile spreading on your face. “yeah yeah, now come here and help me with the icing.”

“yes ma’am” she obeys and goes around the kitchen counter, taking the small bowl that contained the pink icing into her hands. she stares at it for a bit as you look over at her questionably, wondering what she planned on doing. in less of a blink of an eye, you catch her swiping her finger across the bowl, getting a small amount of icing as she throws it at you playfully, some of it landing on your apron and on your face.

you stare at her with your mouth agape, slowly taking in the mess she just made. abby bursts into laughter as she hurriedly tries to run away from you, knowing that you were going to scold her.

“abigail anderson!! get back here!!”

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hi hi hi!! sorry for the inactivity!! i’ve been so so busy with exams lately that i’ve barely had any time to write 😭 so sorry that this drabble’s so short!! once i finally finish with school stuff, i’ll be writing way more :)) happy late valentine’s day!! 💗 hope y’all have a wonderful week <3

[deepouterspacecandy]

Next of Kin

The pregnant reader requests are so sweet, I swear I'm not ignoring them. All of your messages and requests have been great and they mean a lot to me. I'm under the weather right now so I apologize big time for the slow updates and responses. I hope this drabble scratches the itch until I'm back. 18+ only.

What if Abby's girlfriend is the pregnant one in TLOU2?

Oh, there will be no more running from the infected or putting yourself in harm’s way. This comes to an end immediately.

She’ll be reluctant to let you lift anything, even when it’s safe to do so and even when you’re capable. Abby knows it drives you nuts, and it’s the one thing she doesn’t compromise on.

However, not all her doting bothers you.

Your heart swells with tenderness for Abby as she reaches out to grasp your elbow while you climb the stairs and drops to her knees to tie your shoes when bending becomes more challenging. Her duty is to make sure you get the nutrients you require, and she tirelessly hunts for any pregnancy related books she can find.

When Manny tells her that orgasms can trigger labour, she blushes furiously and groans at him to knock it off.

“It’s not like that,” she mumbles.

It is like that. Abby is deeply in love with you.

I don’t think she takes you back to the Stadium, though. I imagine she quietly settles beside you, observing your peaceful slumber, while wrestling with the weight of her actions as the renowned Scar hunter. Memories of her dad resurfacing to remind her of the dreams and aspirations he held for her. As she defects from the WLF, a small crew of soldiers joins her, eager to fight for a new cause.

In the beginning, she might feel too self-conscious to sing to your belly, but once your baby bump becomes more noticeable, she will seize any opportunity to touch and connect with you, as long as you are comfortable with it.

She is hell bent on finding a community with a medical team.

I see Abby as the girl who is by your side for every ultrasound.

The moment she experiences the baby kick, her eyes meet yours in disbelief, as if she’s overwhelmed by the extraordinary gift bestowed upon her by the world. When she lays eyes on the growing life inside you, her role as your protector becomes an eternal vow.

It’s not often that she cries, but if she misses an appointment because her assignments run late or there is an unexpected problem, it would be one of those few occasions. Trying to hide her emotions from her squad, she will steal a glance at her watch and clench her teeth, struggling to keep her lip from quivering.

The next time she cries will be the night your son is born, and she cradles him in her arms for the first time.

Abby surprises you by building a crib with her own two hands, meticulously sanding, and staining the wood. The day she finally confesses her love out loud, you can’t help but notice the pine chips tangled in her hair and the dust that coats her threadbare shirt.

“You’re a mess,” you say, brushing the remnants of her project from her shoulders and watching the particles float gently to the carpet. “I can’t believe you did this for us. It’s beautiful, Abby.”

“I want to be a part of this,” she says, breath catching in her throat as she lifts your hands to her chest. “I want to be yours.”

“You already are,” you murmur.

Although the labour theory that Manny suggested scared her to death, the minute she notices your libido is returning in full force, she goes all in, making the subsequent sexual experience fun and romantic.

She finds beauty in the soft curves and stretch marks that adorn your body, especially when you cannot see it yourself.

Is she a little obsessed with the way you looked during pregnancy? I don’t know, you’ll have to ask her, but she sure as shit adores your body as it is now.

Below the surface, Abigail Anderson may be gentle-natured, but nobody fucks with her son and wife.

[abbysdruidess]

˜”°•.˜”°• cuddling with Abby headcanons - modern au •°”˜.•°”˜

wc: 1.2 k

summary: how you and Abby share your bed and exchange affection throughout the course of your relationship

tags: domestic fluff, smut, abby strapping you into the next millennium, desc of oral(Abby receiving), she’s a doc in this one, mentions of nightmares

a/n: this is in the form of headcanons and slight drabbles- it's also on par with the entirety of my modern au fics so make sure to check em out if you already haven't:))

and ofc, don't hesitate to send me more asks abt my lovely Abigail-I'll always be there to respond<33

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❦ In the beginning of your relationship, Abby isn’t particularly affectionate - you two aren’t very close and are still forming mutual habits with one another. At this stage, you don’t know much about Abby’s past relationships, although you assume they have gone poorly by the way she seems to keep you at arm's length. Our lil Abigail still feels cautious about letting another person in her life, the harsh words of her ex had managed to get under her skin and make her feel like Frankenstein’s monster-defeminized and unloveable. Time after time though, she manages to warm up to you, keeping you close to her heart and allowing herself to feel loved. She indulges herself in both your sweet words and your physical affection, which renders her complete again. She encompasses you in her big, beefy arms and she can relax and unwind after a long day at the hospital. Now, she swears to you she can’t fall asleep if you aren’t in bed, or she hasn’t kissed you goodnight.

❦ Seriously, there’s no better therapy for Abby Anderson than when you plop on her chest, nuzzling in between her breasts and leave soft lil kissies on her neck. Bonus points if you wrap your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist. The more skin on skin contact, the better.

❦ When you started going out though, Abby overloads on the affection she’s never experienced and finds it appropriate to tease you for your cuddling habits.

“What’s up babe? Can’t handle falling asleep without me?” she grins from ear to ear as she changes into her pajamas, which are a pair of soft drawstring sweatpants and nothing else:))

“C’mon Abs.” You pout. “Don’t get cocky.”

She reaches for you from across the bed and wraps an arm around your waist, squeezing the soft fat that pools there. “Not unless you ask nicely babe” She whispers in your ear.

❦ Thus, she nicknames you ‘snuggles’ whenever you get too touchy feely, and uses it a little too heavy handed for your liking. 

 She had just gotten home from a 12 hour shift, and she couldn't feel more exhausted; her feet were screaming after standing up all day, her eyes were droopy and her briefcase was unceremoniously tossed on the coffee table along with her keys. 

“Baby?” She heard your endearing, sickly sweet voice calling her from the kitchen along with the smell of her favorite pasta dish and she let out a slight groan of delight.

Suddenly, your head appears on the doorframe and you close the distance in between you in a few, wide steps. You wrap an arm around her upper waist, rubbing up and down her sculpted back, while the other one reaches to pull the hair tie off her hair and let it loose.

“Mhmm, I missed you Abs.” You bury your face in the space between her neck and her shoulder.

“Me too baby. Are you up for lying down on the couch for a little bit? We can eat in an hour or so. Right now, I just wanna nap with you, snuggles.”

“Abby-”

❦ Seriously though, her façade crumbles easily in the early mornings, when she is still comfortably numb with sleep and doesn’t care if she comes across as too needy. She’ll bear hug you from the behind, and happily nuzzle her face in your hair, breathing in your familiar, comforting scent. She’ll pepper soft kisses on your neck, and put one leg over your hip so you don’t astir before her. When she’s on her back, she cups the back of your head with one hand as the other one wanders on the plush skin of your thigh, rubbing circles on it with slow, hypnotizing movements. 

“Bee” You stroke her long wisps of dirty blonde hair out of her face. “We have to wake up sometime.”

“S’ five more minutes” She insists, and wraps her arms tighter around you.

❦ Of course, she still gets nightmares every now and then, and cuddling with you helps her land back to reality. It isn’t unusual for you to wake up to the alarming sound of her teeth grinding. When you do, you call out her name until she has finally woken up, so you can calm her down. 

“I-I don’t know what happened” She stammers, reaching for the glass of water on her nightstand. “All I remember is you screaming for help, and it was very dark and i was alone and fuck-”

You gently shush her, wrapping your arms around her and rocking back and forth. “We’re both safe Abs.” You kiss a line from her cheek to her mouth. “Go back to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”

❦ When she gets sick, Abby insists you don’t go within three feet of her to avoid her contagion. Again, this crumbles very quickly, and you end up laying with her head on your lap as you routinely check her temperature and plop a pill in her mouth. Whenever you’re sick however, Abby couldn’t care less about getting sick herself, and has an arm wrapped around you at all times as you’re lying in bed, trying to make you feel better.

“C’mon baby, come closer, I won’t get sick. Dr Anderson is gonna make you feel all better.”

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❦ The first time she ever gave you her strap, she could tell it completely knocked you out. Of course, she made sure to prep you correctly and use plenty of lube, but it was still quite the experience to say the least. The way your skin was soaked in sweat, breathing heavily, hole clenching and unclenching after the pounding it took definitely did things to her. After she cleaned you up and hand fed you some leftovers from her fridge, she instinctively wrapped her arms around you, wanting to preserve the sanctity and the quietness of post-coital bliss. Something inside her told her she had to keep you close, had to take care of this woman lying on her bed and make sure she’s safe and content. That night, you fell asleep on her chest, listening to the little boop boops of her heart and basking in her pine scent and miles of freckly skin.

❦ You also make sure to take her especially well after long, tedious work hours by making her come again and again on your tongue. It’s exceptionally good when she’s on her back on the bed, you under the sheets, and she buries a hand in your hair and she groans and moans loudly enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Once you’re through, she’s pulling you by the hair to kiss you all over and tell you what a great job you did, how you always care for her and make her come so good. 

Hazy eyed, smiling softly, her cheeks flushed red she connects her mouth with yours, as you suck on her tongue slowly, letting her taste herself. 

“Mhmm, such a good wife for me baby, giving me head so good” She murmurs, the tiredness seeping in her voice. She lowers your head to lie right above her shoulder, the comfortable silence lulling you both to a soft, dreamless sleep. You’re sure that she’ll want to return the favor, but right now you’ll happily sleep alongside Abby, hoping she gets her well deserved rest.

[ghostphobic]

a/n ; this is the prequel?? i guess for the first little drabble. i just needed to write about that first interaction lmfao. also i really want to write more surfer!abby stuff, so don’t hesitate to send me little things you want me to write about her / her and reader! <3

surfer!abby being at a complete loss for words upon meeting you for the first time. it’s been months since she’s been in this smoothie shop and there’s been hardly any change in the staff for the past several years, so she’s taken aback when she sees your face behind the counter. not only because of the lack of familiarity, but because of how fucking beautiful you are. 

“hi, welcome in! order whenever you’re ready.” is the first thing you say to her, and, of course, your voice is pretty too. it makes her heart pound and she feels...nervous? surely not. abigail anderson doesn’t get nervous.

her eyes flit from the menu board to you, pretending she can’t figure out what to order. she knows exactly what she wants — a strawberry banana protein smoothie, but she wants an excuse to make conversation so she asks you instead.

“i don’t really know what i want today. do you have any recs?” 

“you sure you want my recommendation? i’m a ‘if it ain’t broke don’t fix it’ kind of person, so i really only get one thing from here.” 

“c’mon,” she says, “you look like someone with good taste. give it to me straight.” and, like the immature girl she is, she holds back a laugh at that sentence, because she’s feeling anything but straight right now. 

“fine.” you say a bit reluctantly. “i order a green squeeze.”

and, once again, abby has to hold back a laugh. because she’s never liked green smoothies, but here she is about to order one and pretend it’s delicious just so she can tell you how right you were and how good your taste is. 

“alright. sounds good. i trust you.”

she pays for a small and leans against the counter to watch you blend everything together and pour it into a plastic cup. you bring it over to her and you watch as she brings he small up to her lips to test taste it. 

she feels about as nervous as you look. the cold tangy-sweet-earthy sip slides down her throat, and she just as she suspected, she’s not a fan of it. 

but she smiles when she swallows, “it’s really good. see? i knew i could trust your opinion.” 

your smile is full of relief, and abby quickly changes the subject. mostly because she wants to know a little bit more about you while the shop is empty, but she’s also hoping you won’t notice her not drinking the smoothie if you’re conversing. 

she tells you your name is pretty, and you tell her that hers is too. she finds out that you just recently moved here and that this place allowed flexibility and oddly good pay, which is beneficial for you because you’re currently in school. 

she tells you she’s been a surfing her whole life, and that she’s recently inching her way into pro surfing. you seem genuinely fascinated with that, telling her it’s something you’ve always wanted to try. she tells you that she could teach you sometime. you tell her ‘we’ll see.’ with a smile. 

she’s about to ask you something else when a customer walks in, which means time is up, but you catch her attention before she walks out. 

“hey, abby.” you say, “you should come back more often. i think you just became my new favorite customer.”

[shelbysdreaming]

abby anderson hc's

a/n: first drabble thingy hello hi, it's not proofread so pls don't cry if I get something wrong ily

warnings: smut, boob fiend abigail, strap-on, spitting, choking, size kink duhh, top!abby, pet names, degrading, brat!reader, fluff on some of them, big muscular sweet girl.

she's the biggest boob fiend you'll ever find, sneaking around you until she finally squeezes your breast. she doesn't really give a fuck if people look and stare because you're hers, who cares? She shoos off people who stare and give dirty looks, they all know that if they ever talked bad about you, they'd be in for a hell of a ride.

"Hey, baby." She'd come up behind you, her chest to your back. Abby's arm snaked around to your chest, putting her head in the crook of your neck as she'd squeeze your breast. "Abby...not here, not now." you'd bite your lip, caressing her cheek with your hand. "Oh, loosen up babe. You're fine..." Abby peppered kisses on your neck, groping you at the same time. Her braid slipped down her shoulder, tickling your forearm. "Abby, they're looking, can't you see?" You'd remark, paranoid from the wolves with their needy eyes scanning over you two. "Let them look."

dick game on POINT, all that training and working out helps when she dicks you down. her strap is definitely pink and long just for you and she DEFINITELY touches all of your sweet spots with it. doesn't matter if she's throat fucking you, cockwarming, or fucking. she'll give it to you like it's her last living day.

"Taking it like a good girl, fuck.." She'd groan, watching her strap go in and out of you, delivering lazy spanks onto the flesh of your ass. All she had to do was whisper in your ear and you were wet in the blink of an eye. "F-fuck, Abby!" You moaned, arching your back, feeling every inch of her cock fill you up. It was heaven, Abby always was rough but, she was taking it slow. Making sure you could savor every stroke and backshot she gave. "Take it just for me.”

she definitely eats pussy like it was her last meal, loving to see you come undone by her touch. It definitely isn't her first rodeo and knows all of the spots that make you scream. she'll eat it on the couch, in your shared bed, or even outside. Her favorite places are in public, loving to see the red embarrassment spread across your cheeks.

Your legs were spread wide, panties discarded on the floor, covered in your slick. Abby's mouth was riddled with your juices, licking her lips to look up at you. "Baby, look at me. You need to keep your eyes on me ok? Don't let them wander pretty girl." She got right back to work, looking up at you while she licked stripes in your cunt. "Oh my god, Abby.." Your mouth hung open, lips raw from how much you've been biting on them, voice hoarse from moans and rounds before. Your hand went to her long hair that was taken out of her braid, taking a fistful and pushing her deeper into you. "Please Abby, faster...!" You were getting impatient, but Abby only reacted with a chuckle, slapping your cunt. "Be good, or I won't let you cum."

shes tender headed, the slightest pull on her hair would hurt like hell. when she braids her hair she always pulls on it, causing a sharp pain. but, when you do it, it never hurts. abby thinks that you're a saint from above and only lets you braid her hair after she found out.

"Abby! Stay still, you move too much." Your tongue stuck out in concentration, parting her hair into 3 parts, starting to overlap them. "I'm sorry, trying to make sure it doesn't hurt." She sat on the floor as you sat on the bed, the height difference was drastic so you needed a bit of leverage between her. Abby's hair was so soft and taken care of and braiding it made it even better to examine the girl's hair. "I would never hurt you, Abbs.”

abby’s a soft dom, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t get to be mean sometimes. I can see her being a huge brat tamer, always reminding you to be good out in public and to be on your best behavior or there would be a punishment. if you were being out of line or a bitch in general she would put you in your place in the snap of her fingers.

“Didn’t I tell you to be good? I did, but you just can’t fucking listen, can you?” Her words were filled with venom, but you knew that she truly didn’t mean anything that she was saying. She grabbed your jaw, lifting your head up to look at her. You’d always avoid eye contact and tone down your brattiness when you’d come home and Abby was waiting. “Abby ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I wasn't listening.” It was always your excuse every time, it would always falter her though. Not today, oh no. “I know but, ‘m gonna make you fucking listen you brat.”

[serevena]

Power Trip.

Pairing - Abby Anderson x Fem!reader

Warnings - Smut, Strap-On usage, Subby!abby(?), pet names, provocative language, graphic depictions of lesbian sex, finger sucking, Whiny!Abby, not proofread!

a.n - Fic coming soon..drabbles are my specialty at the moment. Happy Mothers Day to muscle mommy!

Baby, I want you to want me.

Abby’s phone notifications went off for around the third time that night. You’d hid in the bathroom for the most part, letting Abby interact with her friends. You weren’t all that social, so you tried to stay away. But it was also because you were too nervous to be within the same vicinity when you were being so bold through text.

8:23PM - I like your arms. :)

Abs, 8:23PM - Thank you, sweet..why don’t you come over here?

8:24PM - Dunno.. feel like being alone right now.

Abs, 8:24PM - Is everything okay? Do you wanna leave?

You could see her face contort into one of worry from across the room before you quickly responded.

8:25PM - Just turning me on. :)

You shut your phone off and continued on with your night, not bothering to respond to the things she said prior before you spent the night teasing her about everything else. And Abby was..losing it. Each time you came back from the bathroom, you’d text her something else, or bend over purposely in those jeans that fit you so well. You had that girl wrapped around your damn finger.

And you could see the moment when Abby decided enough was enough, smiling softly to Manny and the rest of her friends before standing up, walking over to you, and putting her hand on the small of your back, whispering a quick “let’s go.”

Which resulted in you, riding Abby’s strap as she stared up at you intently, her browns frowned with a pout on her lips. “Oh—Babe..” she muttered, and you could only grip her shoulders, letting out shaky moans and heavy uneven breaths. Abby was looking at a fucking angel, seeing the way your face contorted every time her cock reached a spot in you that felt just right, seeing the way the moonlight shined upon your sweat-beaded skin.

“Feels so good..” she cried out.

She let out whines profusely, the impact of the headboard hitting the wall reminding her of just how fast you liked it.

She got too loud after hearing the disgusting noises your cunt was making, skin to skin slapping at an ungodly pace, so you had to shut her up the only way you knew you could. You wrapped one hand around her throat rather aggressively before your fingers brushed her lips, quickly dipping passed her lips.

She sucked on your fingers, never ripping her eyes away from the sight. Knowing that she got to see you like that. Knowing that you had her like this.

She was slowly floating into oblivion, and she most definitely didn’t want it to stop.

[kokomos]

𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

-ˋˏ *₊°。𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩. ✿˖° ˎˊ-

𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧

welcome!! my name is honey, i'm 20, bisexual, and go by she/her.

i mostly write headcanons and drabbles, fluff and hurt/comfort are my favorite. angst and smut are definitely still on the table, though! i can write for any gender reader, but will typically lean towards feminine and/or gender-neutral unless otherwise specified in the work itself or request.

𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔

here you can find the games i write about plus the characters in 'em. below are characters i can confidently write for, some are not listed because i lack passion or interest in them.

THE QUARRY: ABIGAIL BLYG, MAX BRINLY, JACOB CUSTOS, RYAN ERZAHLER, NICHOLAS FURCILLO, KAITLYN KA, LAURA KEARNEY, DYLAN LENIVY, EMMA MOUNTEBANK. THE LAST OF US: JOEL MILLER, ABBY ANDERSON, DINA WOODWARD... UNTIL DAWN: ASHLEY BROWN, EMILY DAVIS, SAM GIDDINGS, CHRIS HARTLEY, MIKE MUNROE, JESSICA RILEY, MATT TAYLOR.

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦

1. do not interact if you ship joel/ellie, travis/laura, hank/connor or anything else in that ballpark. 2. fetish content, character x character, or certain dark topics are discouraged for requests. 3. i'm not entertaining any homophobic, transphobic, racist, or misogynistic ideas.

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦

THE LAST OF US

THE QUARRY

UNTIL DAWN

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♡ requests are open, send an ask in!

[massacredkitty]

please just anything ab older!abby with a sizekink or just general abby who gets aroused by reader crying😭😭

nsfw ౨ৎ

when i thiiink size kink, it’s always a certain position. both of you stood, abby holding you against her chest as she fucks into you, and you’re so much smaller and weaker that all you can do is leak around the toy inside you and take what she sooo generously gives you

you can’t fight back, can’t pull away to tease her. she holds you there, you don’t even try to challenge her strength.

you’re so vulnerable in this position, but it’s so intimate. abby’s big hand slides up your body from your hip, up your neck to tilt your head back against her broad shoulder, forcing you to look at her. she stops her hips, much to your dissatisfaction, angling your face to kiss you n slide her tongue over yours

feeling her inside you, her mouth on you, and the deep desperation for her to start moving again. you want to beg her but all that comes out is whimpers against her lips. your hand reaches up to grab hers on your jaw, digging your nails into her wrist as tears bubble up at the waterline of your eyes.

it’s pathetic, your nose blocked and your moans getting choked up in your throat. all you can do is cry, you want it so bad, and she knows that.

abby feels your tears roll over her hand from where she holds your face, and she has to pull away to see you. and god is she thankful she did. you look so beautiful, your eyes all watery and the tip of your nose slightly red.

she can never pinpoint why; why when you whine at her or pretend to cry to purposely make her feel bad or guilty, she wants to fuck you so bad.

she squishes your cheeks together, making your lips all pouty and more tears spill down your cheeks. spit dribbles from your bottom lip, extending the mess on her veiny hand, it’s embarrassing for you— but abby definitely doesn’t think so.

in fact, it’s so pretty to her, that she pulls her hips back and slams into you a lot rougher and harder than before. she lets go of your face and lowers you to the bed so you’re bent over, your shaky legs struggling to keep your weight up, poor thing

her hands grab your ass to spread you open, watching her cock slide in and out of you as you cry into the mattress. she groans, her stomach flutters at your sounds, her breath catching in her throat seeing how well you wrap around her and soak her strap

this was the only way she’d want to make you cry

[dnvrsmedia]

goalie!abby on draft night

okay but imagine goalie!abby getting drafted to go pro oh my goodness

she would absolutely be terrified the day of draft night

i mean baby girl is shaking, zoning out into space you name it

it got to the point where you needed to call her dad for advice!

jerry was absolutely an angel!! he gave her a call & you saw how she physically relaxed.

some weight lifted off of her shoulders just enough for her to get through the day before the big night!!

you were her date to the event ofc!

surrounded by her coach, dad, & best friends

it’s not common for goalies to go number one draft pick so abby lowered her expectations

so when her name was called to her dream team in california, she sat there shocked and unmoving

tears flowed freely from your eyes as you shook her to escape her state of shock

abby immediately wraps her arms around your waist and plants the most loving and tearful kiss on your mouth

after you two separated, abby envelops her father in a tearful hug

no eye in that banquet hall was dry!

you couldn’t have been more proud of your girl :(

[eyesfullofsttars]

☆ and they were roommates | series materlist !

synopsis: abigail anderson, a meticulous medical student who sacrifices sleep to keep up with her workload, ends up sharing an apartment with ellie williams, an astronomy major who prioritizes her art and relies on energy drinks to manage her exams. however, their relationship becomes increasingly confusing, caught somewhere between friendship and love that neither plans to clarify or confirm.

— text fic;

☆ i miss you today and tomorrow the same (part one)

☆ every dead-end street led you straight to me (part two)

☆ i saw you last night in my dream (part three)

☆ just like me, they long to be close to you (part four)

☆ baby let me love you, let me want you (part five)

— headcanons;

☆ ellie has a small digital camera and chooses abby as her main muse.

☆ what would abby and ellie's social media be like?

☆ abby borrows ellie's camera to take photos of her, reversing roles.

☆ let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this au, mainly for messages between them, headcanons, and drabbles with the most important content!!! ☆

[theoriginalladya]

Slán leat  (Goodbye)

So this morning, Caleb Shepard’s muse grabbed a two-by-four and belted me upside the head out of nowhere with this piece.  I’ve half thought about writing one since posting this drabble a while back and mentioning the idea of a memorial post-war, but until today, I had no idea how it would play out.  This, apparently, is how it plays out.

On AO3 here

Summary:  Two years after the end of the Reaper War, Caleb Shepard finally faces what he can no longer avoid ...

Setting: Alliance HQ, Vancouver; two years after the war

Characters: Caleb Shepard, Abby Williams, Kaidan Alenko, Major Coats (David Anderson, Ashley Williams, other NPCs)

Tags:  grief, hurt, comfort, angst, character death, mourning, memorials

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Dark grey clouds hang low over the Vancouver skyline weeping slow, steady tears.  Appropriate, Caleb Shepard thinks, otherwise ignoring it while huddling deeper into his jacket and leaning heavily upon the cane Kaidan wouldn’t allow him out of the apartment without.  As if you know…

He pauses, tilting his head, almost hearing the voice on the occasional gust of wind.  It’s one he’s never forgotten, no matter the years that have passed or the fact that death claimed him once.  Just a hint of a whisper, drifting droplet to droplet before splattering at his feet as they tease and taunt.  

Sentiment?  For me, Skipper?  I’m touched …

Days like this push him to his very limit anymore; pain of all sorts dogging at his heels, physical, mental, emotional. Almost as bad as those days right after London, when it wasn’t a sure thing that he would survive.  Without Miranda around to lend her expertise this time, he nearly didn’t.

Slowly, carefully, he continues to make his way across the grounds toward his destination.  In all honesty, he doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to face the inevitable he has successfully ignored; but time is no longer on his side, and avoidance is impossible now that he is here.  It’s been two years since the end of the war, and though loathe to admit it, he knows he can no longer hide from his duty.  Two years.  It seems like forever ago, the last time he was here, yet this time he has freedom to search for old friends and faces rather than face punishment for fulfilling his duty.

As he draws near, he discovers the memorial is far larger than last time; instead of taking up the central courtyard outside of Alliance HQ, Vancouver, newer panels branch out to form a maze, circling around, folding back upon itself while creating space enough to hold its weighty burden. Caleb’s chest aches to think how many names are now inscribed here.  

Still, he knows exactly where to locate the first, and makes his way through the pattern.  It takes several minutes, perhaps twice or three times what it normally would without injury.  Still, he finds it easily enough – his memory is as strong as ever was, thankfully – and eases down on one knee while using the cane to hold himself steady.  His hair is plastered to his face, covering his eyes, but his is still able to peek through without much difficulty.  He scrolls down the list of names until he finds it, stretches out his left hand, and lets the tips glide lightly over the engraved marble surface.

Gunnery Chief, Ashley Williams – Virmire

A hint of a curve pokes at the corner of his lips, sad yet hopeful, as he whispers, “We did it, Ash.”

He doesn’t expect an answer – the dead don’t talk after all, not unless he’s joined them – so he is a bit startled when a voice so similar to the one he remembers replies, “That we did, Skipper.”

Peering over his shoulder up into the falling rain, he finds her; solemn dark brown eyes staring back at him, dark hair twisted into a regulation knot at the nape of her neck, dress blues soaked through, N7 designation shining brightly despite it all.  Caleb pushes awkwardly to his feet, relying on the cane for leverage, and opens his arms to her.  “That we did, major,” he agrees as Abigail Williams walks into the embrace and holds tight.

When she steps back after the greeting, Abby smiles and leans up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek.  “I was hoping Hackett would talk you into coming this year,” she murmurs as she glances around the area.  They are alone for now, though others will likely show later, especially if the rain diminishes.  “Where’s Kaidan?”

Pushing his hair out of his eyes and taking some of the excess moisture with it, Caleb replies, “I came on ahead.  He’ll be along in a bit.”

Sharp eyes narrow on him, searching.  “Ghosts calling you?”

He sighs as he avoids her knowing gaze, nodding. “Aye, something like that.”

Without additional comment, she loops her arm through his and they start down the path to his next destination.  “Haven’t you learned, sealgaire, visiting ghosts should never be done alone?”

The chuckle that escapes has an edge of pain to it, but he eventually finds his voice.  “Haven’t you learned all Irishmen are stubborn to a fault?”

They take their time walking the trail, finding each and every person on Caleb’s list.  Most are clumped together by date or location, but a few are found on their own or with others he does not know.  When they find the rest of the crew of the SR1, he is startled to find his own name among them, the N7 designation setting him apart from the rest of the crew.  His breath stutters and Abby’s arm tightens in support until he waves her off with a nod. They move on only after Caleb takes a step backward, straightens to attention, and salutes.  Abby follows suit.

The rain still streams down from the skies above as he searches for the last two names.  With a knowing smile, Abby finds the way unerringly.  The wall for these individuals is filled with Ns of varying levels, but the ones he needs are near the end.

Captain, Rosa Morales-Minton, Elysium

It is impossible to differentiate tears from rain drops as they slide down his cheeks, as fingers tender and aching from the cold trace the letters of her name.  To his left, Abby says quietly, “Did I ever tell you, I met her once?”

His voice is a rough whispering rasp as he replies. “No.”

“They had a memorial – a quiet one, only a few people allowed in – for the crew of the Normandy after she went down. I was here finishing OCS when I saw the gathering, recognized some of your surviving crew, so I snuck over.”

Caleb huffs softly, managing a lopsided grin.  “You’ve definitely earned that infiltrator badge. As for the rest?”  Sighing, he shakes his head.  “The Alliance followed the Council and kept the Reapers quiet.” His eyes roam beyond her, down the path, at the walls upon walls upon walls of names.  “They too afraid of what they did not understand.  How many more could have been saved if they’d listened?”

Abby tightens her hand around his arm.  “She was here, that day, too.  So much pain and sorrow in her eyes, but she was here for you.  We spoke briefly afterward.”  She smiles up at him, sadness in her eyes, but a brightness in the smile and memory. “She loved you like a brother, Caleb. Did you know?”

Caleb’s eyes close, his fingers twitching over her name yet again even as he nods.  “She was one of the best.”

A heavier weight settles over his right shoulder. Caleb isn’t startled, and he doesn’t have to open his eyes to recognize who stands there in support.  As a result, his grief eases just a bit as the burden is shared.

“Not your fault, mo shearc,” Kaidan reminds him gently.

Caleb pulls his hand back from the wall and rests it atop his husband’s on his shoulder, squeezing gently in response.  “I know, mo ghrá.  I know.”

Another set of booted steps nears, stopping as they come within range.  “Ceremony is starting soon,” Coats announces, his hand settling around Abby’s shoulders. When Caleb glances over, he nods. “We should probably head over.”

“Just a moment.”  Caleb shifts his position so he can reach the last name on his list, two rows over, a few lines higher.  

Rear Admiral, David Edward Anderson, London

“Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam.”**

As before, Caleb takes a few steps back, straightens, and offers a final salute to the man who helped change his life.  Kaidan, Coats, and Abby join in.

They turn away moments later, Kaidan sliding a hand into Caleb’s free one, and Caleb gives the wall one last, long look.  “Slán leat,** old friend,” he murmurs, his steps already moving away.  “One day, perhaps, we’ll meet again….”

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** Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam = May his soul be seated on God’s right hand. (God rest his soul)

** Slán leat = good-bye