#Angel Abby SPACE

[dargeereads]

Marks Mercenaries series by NJ Walters

4 stars

Rescuing Rory

This was a quick read, but it set up the larger story completely! Rory and Kal have an immediate attraction, and they don’t waste any time. Once Kal decides she is staying with him, it takes a bit, but the rest of crew agrees. Now the adventure can begin in earnest!

Well that took a couple unexpected turns! From stowaway, to possible war, to a happy ending, this kept things moving quickly, with some well needed smexy time breaks in-between 😉

It is always the quiet ones that dig into your heart the most! Garth knows his place, his value, but fails to see how important and vital he is. Lacey is well aware there is more for her in life, but she has no way to experience it. Fate allowed them to meet, and destiny brought them together. Nothing simple or easy, these two brought all the emotions out <3

The longstanding search is finally done, and a character from earlier gets his HEA! We find Abby, find out what happened to her, and what she has been up to. We get more of the bad guy, and even when warned, he still makes bad decisions. We get a family reunion, and we get to find out more about another family, that has another set of books. Lots happened here, and I was there for it all!

What a perfect match for Flynn! This beast of a man needed someone who matched him in every way, including devotion to family. He found that, and so much more, in Cerena, and we get that last pesky loose end tied up 😊

[andersonfilms]

thinking about sitting on abby’s lap at a house party, big beefy arm wrapped around your waist lightly. your ex-girlfriend sending a death glare abby’s way across the other side of the room makes her pull you closer against her chest, leaving no space between you two. a blunt going from your lips to hers. the higher she gets the more affectionate and possessive abby becomes.

she’s whispering in your ear, silky voice light and airy, just how much she wants to fuck you. how beautiful you look tonight. she’s pulling at the hem of your shirt, until her palm lays flat against your stomach. skin on skin, your spine shivers. abby loves how much her touch effects you. her fingers are right above your clothed cunt, teasing you endlessly, but not quite giving into what you need.

abby whispers in your ear “it’s cute, you know? your ex thinking she still has a chance. thinking her cunt feels better than mine. thinks she can eat you out better than i can.” her breath is warm as she pants in your ear. it’s uneven, messy — hot.

“how about i fuck you in her bedroom upstairs? do you think she’ll get the message then? maybe if you squirt all over her sheets, yeah? would you like that, baby? yeah, i bet you would. i bet this pussy is dripping for me. i’m barely touching you but, fuck, i can practically smell you.” abby kisses your neck, as you crane it to the side, allowing her access to it.

abby has you standing up, before she grabs your hand ascending up the stairs into your ex-girlfriend’s vacant bedroom.

“i meant what i said. we’re not leaving this room until you’re squirting all over my face. okay, angel?” you nod eagerly, mouth devouring hers. “now, be a good girl and strip for me.” abby smacks your ass and sits on the bed, watching as you discard each item of clothing. she takes off her shirt, knowing you love to see her broad, freckled shoulders.

“remember angel, be as loud as you want. okay? she needs to be reminded exactly who you belong to.” abby manhandles, practically throwing you on the bed before she places herself in between your thighs.

[girlrotterr]

Milk Of The Siren.

captain!abby x siren!reader Summary: Captain Anderson is among the most skilled, effortlessly navigating countless ships. Yet, even the finest sailors aren't immune to the lure of sirens' hunger. a/n: new series for you angels!!! super excited for this one!! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) ⇢ part two𓈒ㅤׂ 𓇼

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A human laid before you, unconscious.

Her milky skin glimmered under the soft moonlight, her body reflecting the silvery glow. She was drenched, her clothes soaked through with seawater. Sand was plastered around her face, sticking to her skin like a constellation of freckles.

what a disturbance..

It was already past midnight, the only illumination coming from the moon and stars above. Their light dancing on the surface of the water, and the gentle glow of jellyfish drifted the sea. You had sought this place for solitude, yearning for some time alone. The cave lagoon was your sanctuary, a place where silence was a constant companion and disturbance was a foreign concept.

But now, that tranquility was shattered. The human's presence was an intrusion into your sacred space. This lagoon, with its crystal-clear waters and echoing silence, had always promised peace. 

You emerged from the water, your movements graceful and deliberate. Your sleek, iridescent tail shimmered, casting ethereal patterns on the cave walls as it parted the waves. Each movement sent ripples across the surface, water cascading down your body. Your hair, the color of the midnight sea, clung to your back,  your eyes. deep and mesmerizing, locked onto the human with irritation. 

The soft sound of waves lapped against the shore, the only noise in the otherwise still night. You hovered over her, studying her face. She looked peaceful, almost serene, despite the obvious turmoil that had brought her here. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and you could see the faint pulse at her neck, a sign of life amidst the stillness.

Hovering down, you brushed a strand of wet hair from her face, feeling the softness of her skin. She was fragile, a stark contrast to the strength you felt coursing through your own body. This human had no place here, in your sanctuary, disturbing the delicate balance of your world. But there was something about her, something that stirred a feeling you couldn't quite name.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the salty sea air, and let it out slowly. 

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"Captain Anderson," Isaac said, shaking Abby's hand in a formal greeting.

Abby returned the handshake firmly, "Isaac," she replied with a nod, taking a seat opposite him. "What brings you to seek me?"

Isaac smiled, a hint of admiration in his eyes as he leaned forward. "You've earned quite the reputation, Captain. Your skill and courage on the seas are well known,." He paused, leaning back in his chair. "I have a proposition for you. We have a cargo that needs to be sailed out to Europe, and I can think of no one better suited for the job than you."

Abby's expression remained composed, though inwardly, she felt a flicker of intrigue. Sailing across the Atlantic was no small effort, even for someone as experienced as herself. "Europe, you say?" she mused, tapping her fingers thoughtfully against the arm of her chair. "That's quite a journey..."

Isaac nodded. "Indeed, it is. But I have every confidence in your abilities. The cargo is valuable, and I trust only the best to ensure its safe passage."

Abby inclined her head, acknowledging the compliment. She had earned her title through years of hard work and determination, rising through the ranks from a young deckhand to a respected captain known for her sharp instinct. Her ship, The Siren's Call, was renowned not only for its speed but also for the loyalty of its crew.

"As always, Isaac, I'm honored by your trust," Abby replied finally, her tone reflective of the weight of the responsibility he was offering. "When do we sail?"

Isaac smiled, relieved by her acceptance. "The Siren's Call leaves at dawn. I'll have the crew and provisions ready."

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Abby stepped aboard The Siren's Call at the break of dawn, greeted by the familiar salty breeze. The crew bustled about, preparing the ship for departure.

As Abby made her way to her quarters to stow her belongings, she felt a hand clap down on her shoulder. Turning, she found herself face-to-face with Ellie Williams, a fellow hunter and friend from her days ashore in jackson. Ellie's auburn hair was tied back, her piercing green eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Well, well, if it isn't Captain Anderson herself," Ellie teased, flashing a mischievous grin. "Off on another grand adventure, are we?"

Abby chuckled, giving Ellie a playful shove. "Always."

Ellie nodded knowingly. "Oh, I know all too well. Heard you're sailing for Europe this time. Quiteee the journey"

Abby nodded, "It'll be a challenge, no doubt. But Isaac trusts me to get the job done."

Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Isaac, huh? That old son of a bitch is at it again!" She leaned closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Any chance you'll find a European lady out there?"

Abby rolled her eyes with a smile. "Not likely.”

Ellie laughed, her laughter echoing through the corridor. "Well, you let me know if you change your mind. I've got some contacts who could arrange a meeting."

“I'll keep that in mind.” Abby shook her head,  "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a ship to prepare."

Ellie grinned, stepping back to let Abby pass. "Don't forget to send me a postcard!"

With a wave, Abby continued on her way, her mind already shifting back to the tasks at hand. She settled into her role aboard the Siren's Call, overseeing final preparations and ensuring everything was in order, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. 

The sea was waiting. 

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As the Siren's Call cut through the Atlantic waves, Abby kept a vigilant watch, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. The journey had been smooth thus far, the ship sailing true under her expert command. But just as the sun began its descent toward the horizon, a haunting melody began to drift through the air.

At first, Abby dismissed it as a trick of the wind, but soon, the melody grew stronger, more intoxicating. It was a song unlike any she had heard before — ethereal and enchanting, weaving through the air like a delicate thread. A chill ran down her spine as she realized what it was: 

The song of sirens.

Glancing around, Abby saw her crew entranced by the music, their eyes glazed over, their movements sluggish as they were drawn toward the source of the melody. Panic surged within her as she fought against the mesmerizing tune, her hands tightening on the wheel to keep the ship on course.

"Keep steady! Fight it!" Abby shouted, her voice cutting through the enchantment like a knife. But the sirens' song was relentless, its allure growing stronger with each passing moment. The Siren's Call began to veer off course, its sails catching the wind erratically.

The ship was now beyond her control, rushing dangerously through the waves. The laughter of the sirens echoed hauntingly in the air, mocking their victory. 

“Captain, we're losing control! The ship won't respond!"

"Damn it!"  Abby gritted her teeth, her mind racing for a solution. 

She knew the tales of the sirens, their irresistible songs luring sailors to their doom upon jagged rocks. Abby steadied herself against the wheel, trying desperately to steer away.

But it was to no avail. 

The ship's structure collided with rocks, splintering wood and tearing sails. The world began to whirl as Abby was thrown overboard, the icy waters enveloping her in a shock of cold. Debris and bodies floated around her, the cries of her crewmates drowned out by the relentless roar of the sea. With a desperate stroke, she struggled toward the surface, fighting against the pull of the sinking ship.

Moments later, Abby's head broke through the surface, gasping for air as she scanned the scene…

The Siren's Call was rapidly disappearing beneath the waves, its masts jutting awkwardly into the sky before vanishing into the depths. The sirens' laughter echoed in the distance, a cruel reminder of their deadly allure.

“no...” Abby weakly whispered as darkness crept on the edges of her vision.

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“Ngh..” Abby jolted slightly awake, her eyes fluttering open as she groaned softly.

You instinctively backed away, giving her space to gather herself. She looked around, disoriented and clearly in pain, her body stiff and bruised. Confusion clouded her expression, and her gaze struggled to focus on you through eyes still adjusting to the dim light.

You remained cautious, observing her cautiously as she blinked. 

"What has brought you here?" you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of anger. The disruption she had caused to your sanctuary was annoying enough. 

Abby didn't respond immediately, her eyes still trying to focus on you. She seemed caught between fear and fascination, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to find her voice. The bruises on her skin stood out starkly in the moonlight. 

"There is no place for you here, human," you snapped, your tone firm. 

The rules of your world were clear — humans were outsiders, their presence a disruption to the delicate balance of your existence beneath the waves. 

"You're... one of them," she whispered weakly, pointing a trembling finger in your direction. Her voice trembled, her gaze fixed on you.

Yes, you were one of the creatures of the deep, Your kind had legends woven around them—stories of enchantment and danger that humans whispered. For centuries, your kind had existed in harmony with the sea, guardians of its secrets and mysteries.

But Abby's presence had disrupted that harmony.

A debate stirred within you, a conflict between duty and desire. On one hand, your instincts urged you to follow the rules of your existence—to remain hidden, to protect your kind from the intrusions of humans. But on the other hand, there was a temptation—an urge that whispered of a different kind of need.

Abby's voice broke through your thoughts, her plea tinged with desperation. I don’t mean to intrude.."

Her words hesitated, exhaustion and pain in every breath. You could sense her vulnerability, her body moving with fatigue as she struggled to maintain her composure. The moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, casting a shadow that danced across her features.

In that moment, you saw her not just as an intruder, but as a fragile soul in unfamiliar waters, seeking refuge from the storms. A flicker of empathy stirred within you, a longing to ease her suffering and offer her safeness Yet, there were potential consequences—disrupting the balance that kept both your worlds apart.

With a conflicted sigh, you made your decision. "I will return," you said.

Abby's eyes widened slightly, a mixture of hope and fear flickering across her face. You could see the relief in her eyes, but you knew your reasons for helping her were far from kindness. If she recovered, she would leave your lagoon, restoring the peace and solitude you so cherished.

You slipped back into the water with effortless grace, your body merging seamlessly with the liquid embrace of the lagoon. The cool water flowed around you as you swam deeper, your mind racing with thoughts of what resources you could gather to help. Food, water, perhaps some herbs to tend to her wounds—all necessary for her recovery.

The underwater world welcomed you, its familiar sights and sounds a comforting balm to your conflicted heart. Radiant creatures lit your way, their soft glow illuminating the path through the darkened depths. You swam swiftly, your movements a blur of silver and blue as you navigated the corridors of your aquatic home.

First, you headed to a nearby kelp forest, where you knew you could find nutrient-rich seaweed. With practiced skill, you harvested a generous bundle, tying it together with a strand of your own hair. Next, you sought out a freshwater spring that bubbled up through the ocean floor, filling a small, hollowed-out shell with the precious liquid.

Eventually, you made your way to a hidden grove where medicinal sea herbs grew in abundance. You carefully selected a variety of leaves and stems, each one known for its healing properties. The weight of your decision still hung heavy on your heart, but the act of gathering these resources gave you a sense of purpose, a way to channel your inner confusion into something useful.

With your resources secured, you turned and began the journey back to the cave. The moonlight still shimmered on the water's surface as you emerged, carrying the gathered resources in your arms. Abby was where you had left her, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. She looked even more fragile than before, a difference to the strength you could sense within her.

You approached quietly, setting the bundle of seaweed and herbs beside her.

"I have returned," you said, your voice a whisper. Abby's eyes fluttered open, and she looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and lingering fear.

Gently, you handed her the shell filled with fresh water. "Drink," you said, guiding her hands to the makeshift vessel. Abby complied, sipping the cool water with obvious relief. You could see the color returning to her cheeks, a sign that she was beginning to regain some of her strength.

You showed her the seaweed. "Eat." you instructed, tearing off a small piece and offering it to her. "It will help you recover." Abby hesitated for a moment, then took the seaweed and began to chew, her expression softening as the nourishment began to take effect.

You turned your attention to her injuries. You crushed the medicinal herbs between your fingers, releasing their healing juices, and gently applied them to her cuts and bruises. Abby winced at first, then relaxed as the soothing properties of the herbs took hold.

You backed away, observing her. Abby's eyes met yours, and for the first time, there was a spark of trust in their depths.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of the waves.

You stared at her for a moment, torn between your desire for solitude and a new connection that could bloom. Her presence was a disturbance, yes, but also a reminder of the world beyond the sea, a world you had long ago distanced yourself from.

You nodded, “The sea will watch over you."

Abby finally began to take in her surroundings. The beauty of the cave lagoon struck her with a sense of awe. Moonlight filtered through the entrance, casting a silver glow over the water. The walls of the cave were adorned with vibrant corals and sea plants, creating an otherworldly atmosphere that felt both magical and serene.

Her gaze shifted to you, the mythical being who had both frightened and saved her. You were a creature of ethereal beauty, your scales glistening in the dim light, your movements graceful and fluid. There was an undeniable allure to you, a magnetism that drew her in despite the fear that lingered in her heart.

But with that awe came a profound conflict. The sirens, your kind, were responsible for the tragedy that had striked her crew. Abby’s thoughts turned dark as she remembered the screams, the chaos, and the horror. Her shipmates, her friends, had been lured to their deaths by the enchanting songs of the sirens, and now here she was, under the care of one of those very beings.

How could she feel anything but hatred for the creatures responsible for so much pain? And yet, as she watched you move with such grace, as she felt the gentleness in your touch, she couldn’t deny the complexity of her feelings.

You noticed her conflicted expression, the way her eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite place. 

“You helped me...” Abby spoke, her voice tinged with suspicion and curiosity. “Your kind... they killed my crew. Why didn’t you just leave me to die?”

You hesitated,  “I seek solitude,” you replied, “Your presence here disrupts that. If you heal, you will leave, and I will have my peace again.”

Abby’s eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a hint of understanding in her gaze. “It’s for your own sake.” she murmured, more to herself than to you. “Well, if that's the case, thenn you will have to help me leave." 

"I have helped you enough," you replied, your voice tinged with reluctance.

Abby's expression hardened "I can't simply swim to land," she insisted, her voice growing firmer. "I need to construct a boat—a small one, quick to build yet sturdy enough to carry me and the supplies I'll need until I reach safety."

You grumbled to yourself, the request catching you off guard. Helping Abby construct a boat meant prolonging her stay—something you had hoped to avoid. 

Reluctantly, you nodded. "Very well," you conceded, your voice resigned. "I will gather what you need."

A faint smile tugged at Abby's lips, teasing and amused. "Good," she replied, her voice teasingly soft. "I suppose I should rest now. It'll make you grumble less."

Perhaps you should’ve eaten her.

[r3starttt]

STREET RACER!ABS

nsfw | read this before or DNI

Legs wide open, resting on top of Abby’s shoulders. Cold breeze hitting your bare thighs and a soft shinning illuminating the beautiful scene in between your legs, hitting right behind Abby’s back who kept her pretty half leaded eyes completely focused on your cunt. Her hands kept caressing your legs, running her cold palm up and down the sides of your upper thighs. Calloused fingers making small circles around your knees causing your skin to flourish.

You, on the other side, were trying your best to hold your weight. Head resting on your shoulders and elbows resting on wherever you had space. Muffled whines coming out of your lips and chest pumping up and down rapidly. You caught her slicing a cautionary glare at you, she needed to hear you so desperately, and you needed to please her with it, you loved it. Yet, the idea of someone hearing wasn’t quite the best scenario, not since she’d just won another race and people would do anything to ruin that luck of hers.

“Can’t baby, y’ know we - fuck - can’t” your words came out almost as a reflex, so fast however audible enough. Abby groaned, abruptly moving away from your cunt. You frowned as a response, amusedly watching her hands run from your legs to her face, cleaning your juices off. Her sudden change of demeanor elicited a quick sigh out of you, confused at what to do. Her eyes kept locked on yours, until she wasted no more time, grabbing you by the waist to drag you closer.

Abby tilted her head to the side, humorlessly clicking her tongue “come here”. You obeyed, noticing her pushing her sleeves up to her elbows “m’ just thanking you for making me win, lemme making up to you” her hand found its way to your cheek, passing her index and middle finger over it until they got to the sides of your lips. “please, angel”

You opened your mouth enough to let her put her fingers inside, nodding quietly. “wanna hear you too” her weight got suddenly noticed by your pretty much fucked brain, you could feel her knee in between your legs. It was torture to not close them, the friction was right there and you needed it.

Right as she pleased, you let out a moan, feeling her fingers pressing down your tongue slowly moving them away. She chuckled at you, bit mockingly but just enamored by the sight, by the reward of her hard work. You looked so desperate, and the only thing containing her to look the same was exactly how bad you needed her. It was the least she could do, put you first.

Abby opened her mouth, leaning closer to the side of your neck while her fingers kept running down your body, taking her time to spread your saliva down your body. Wet kisses were left down your neck, until your clavicle and then up your jawline. Your sight so far was her now loosen strands from the usual slicked braid she did for the races, gently brushing over your face.

Soft pleads kept brushing your lips, accompanied by her name desperately mumbled. Your eyes were either open and flickering or closed so tight it made all worse, you could feel your walls clenching around the emptiness she’d left on you every time her lips pressed on your skin “I know princess, I know”

Her fingers finally made contact with your slit, eliciting a cocky smile on her face at how socked you are. Her fingers ran up and down your cunt, slowing her movements whenever she got to your clit. Until nor you or her could wait anymore, it was equally torturous for both. Both her fingers slid until your arousal, pluming them in and out at enough speed to make you want to pull away from how overstimulated you were already.

Her kisses change to ones more sloppy, making a mess with her own saliva all over your body. Sucking and tasting every inch of your skin and then back to your mouth to not only hear but feel your pretty moans and whimpers. She responds equally, whining at your taste and feeling under her, at how you clench around her fingers, how you try to close your legs to do your best and make this last as long as possible for both. “so pretty f’ me ángel, so good”

Bucking your hips to ride her fingers, your hands grip the back of her hair, tucking at her braid. She tries to pick up her pace as much as she can but the pure image of pleasing you makes her wet to her knees. And the way you grip her hair, god you know how to treat her good.

She knows you won’t last any longer, otherwise you wouldn’t be so focused on her, on trying to make yourself be aware of something else that isn’t her fingers pumping in and out of you. She can sense your stomach tensing under her, your legs rubbing together the whenever you get the chance. “cum f’ me princess, yeah?”

A vulgar moan is head out your open lips, which she silences with her own lips, taking advantage of how fucked up you are to free herself from your grip on her braid. Abby can feel her fingers getting covered by your slick, nonetheless she keeps moving them even after you’ve finished, after your thighs and her expensive leather sit are all covered by it. She couldn’t care any less about all that when she has you underneath her like this.

The kiss is nasty, so sloppy and wet, but god it feels so good. Seeing her all pussydrunk, tasting her and now feeling all that adrenaline she’s been keeping for today, it’s the best reward for you. A satisfied sheepish smile appears on both your faces, finally feeling her fingers out of you.

She cleans herself on your thighs before crawling away from you, being stopped by your weak arms wrapping around her one last time “love you” you murmur, wandering your eyes all over her face “love you too, angel”

[brownbearwrites]

cupid sent me on a mission (that's got me sitting, wishing, waiting)

mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ MDNI. soft smut, praise. no spoilers for the movie, no use of y/n.

word count: 617

read it on ao3 here.

It’s the sound of your door softly creaking open that first wakes you, your eyes groggily fluttering open. It’s still dark in your shared bedroom, so you hear more than you see Mike gently making his way in. Behind him, the bedroom door closes with a click. You let your eyes fall shut once again, hearing him strip down to his boxers before he slides into bed next to you. Your sleep-warmed body melts against his. You hum in appreciation as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, the scruff of his beard tickling your skin.

“G’morning,” you whisper, unwilling to break the gentle softness of the moment.

You feel Mike’s steady breathing against the side of your neck, “Good morning, pretty girl,” he answers you in a voice equally soft.

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close against him. He caresses the soft skin of your stomach where your shirt has ridden up, his fingers just barely brushing the waistband of your underwear.

“How was Abby last night?” he asks.

You gently smile at his concern for her, ever the responsible older brother. “She was an angel, didn't even throw a fit when I told her it was bedtime”.

You feel Mike's contented hum against your neck, his lips moving to press hot wet kisses over the stretch of skin. You sigh into it, moving your head off to the side to give him more space to work with.

“How did I get so lucky, huh?” he wonders aloud, “getting myself such a sweet, pretty girl like you to come home to every day”.

You begin to answer him, but your words catch in your throat when his hand dips past the elastic of your panties, his fingers trailing through the wiry hairs on your mound to settle on your clit. He begins rubbing soft, sleepy circles against it — just enough pressure to make your breath quicken. He continues to kiss the column of your neck, tongue licking and teeth scraping, to form bruises that you'll have to explain away later in the day.

You begin to move your hips in time with his touches, the slow movement making the springs in your bed creak ever so softly. His fingers dip lower, gathering some of your slick before returning to rub at your clit, the slide of his digits now even easier with the added wetness.

“Been thinkin' about this all night,” Mike confesses, “Couldn't stop thinking about how you feel pressed against me, about those pretty sounds you make”.

You shudder against him, his pace getting quicker now, his fingers rubbing against you almost desperately. A moan slips past your lips, muffled against your pillow. You feel his hardness press against your back, a steady reminder that he, too, is enjoying this. You press your hips closer against his, providing him with something solid to grind against.

“Always so good to me,” Mike moans into your skin.

His hips and fingers move in tandem against you, and before long you find the muscles in your lower stomach tightening, your legs clenching around the steady press of Mike's fingers against you. You let out a whine that — in any other circumstance — would have been embarrassing, and you find it answered by Mike's own soft moans. Your pleasure crests, your orgasm washing over you, leaving you a trembling mess in the safety of Mike's arms. You barely register Mike's choked groan and the following warm wetness that's suddenly leaking against your behind.

The room is still as dark as it had been when he first entered, though the silence is now broken by your shared heavy panting and soft satisfied laughter.

[ellabscrush]

— driver!ellabs headcanons 🛞

thinking about you being ellie & abby’s passenger princess..

» content; modern hcs, poly relationship, afab!reader, specific hcs, fluff, no smut just slight making out lol. mentions of road anxiety.

» a/n; the middle pic is literally abby and ellie coded. anyways, i felt like making this because is it just me orrrr is driving attractive?? especially when you imagine ellie and or abby driving you around??

divider creds to @cafekitsune

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ELLIE WILLIAMS

driver!ellie lowkey would drive a used, 2000’s old ass sedan that has a few trash laying around the backseat.

driver!ellie often greets you by giving a peck on your lips, your neck, and compliments you as always.

driver!ellie random smiskis on the dash board you gifted her + glow in the dark star stickers on her sun roof ◡̈

driver!ellie blasts music but would ask you if it’s too loud for your liking.

driver!ellie she road rages SO much. like she has zero chill when it comes to being on the road. even when she’s the one at fault or the other car infront of her is driving the speed limit, she usually cusses them out for no reason 😭

driver!ellie stingy with aux but loves you so she hands her phone over so you could play your own music strictly on queue.

driver!ellie her music playlist covers are soft launch pictures of you.. and sometimes abby.

driver!ellie rests her slender hands on your thigh when she’s not as focused on traffic.

driver!ellie at a stop light, ellie would look over at you and admires how beautiful you look next to her while she caresses your face, “you look good.”

driver!ellie if her girls are not in the car, she would facetime you both while devouring some fast food. she loves you & abby’s company even when you both aren’t there physically.

driver!ellie goes on her phone alot while driving which gives you slight passenger anxiety, but quickly changes that once you mentions it to her one day.

driver!ellie “wanna drive?” asking you with a big ass excited grin on her face.

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ABBY ANDERSON

driver!abby drives a more newer car that is big enough space for her. she keeps it simple and clean with little to no decor. but religiously uses pine air scents in her vents.

driver!abby has a cute polaroid of the three of you hanging on the dash.

driver!abby greets you by saying your cute lil’ nicknames like; “gorgeous, doll, angel, baby.”

driver!abby unlike els verbal road rage, abby expresses. her frustration by loud sighing or groaning in traffic.

driver!abby bought herself & ellie phone stands on amazon when she heard your annoyance with phone in hand while driving. they even let you put stickers on ‘em.

driver!abby tells you “speed bump.. another one” when your touching up your makeup or something.

driver!abby likes the feeling of you relying on her for rides, “can i drive abs?” “no.”

driver!abby grips your thigh hard to “keep you in place” when the condition of the road is harsh but really she’s just a thigh girl (wbk)

driver!abby looks so hot when picking you up straight from gym. strands of hair sticking on her sweaty forehead, her braid messed up a bit, sports bra & shorts combo 😮‍💨

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CAR RIDES W/ ELLABS

driver!ellabs abby often insists on driving the two since her car is bigger.. plus lots of room to makeout in the backseat.

driver!ellabs has a collaborated music playlist with a chaotic group cover pic of you three.

driver!ellabs rushes to open the door for you first like it’s a competition.

driver!ellabs ellie being too lazy to move to the back like a normal person so she just climbs to the back of abby’s clean car with shoes on. “you motherfucker,” the blonde sighs, “my bad” ellie playfully smirks.

driver!ellabs when you choose to sit in the back, you were in awe catching a rare sight of abby holding ellie’s thigh.

driver!ellabs “ladybug!” *ellie shoulder punches the both of you*

driver!ellabs carpool karaoke is always a blast.

driver!ellabs abby purposely putting her big arms behind your seat when reversing while ellie watches.

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[atomicami]

okay so i was working on an abby drabble and accidentally posted it mid editing so i had to delete it, but the anon had asked me something along the lines of this:

“what would happen if abby was out or at work, and she knew you were at home needing her and squirming, like you can’t even focus when you need her that bad? what would she do when she got home?”

so, here’s what i think about that… (minors DNI)

if you were so needy for abby, you wouldn’t call or text her right away about it. instead, you’d try to fix up the problem yourself like a big girl. sure your fingers weren’t as big or as thick as abby’s were, but they would still get the job done…right?

you’d sprawl yourself out on your shared bed with her. your pants and panties would be tossed somewhere on the ground and your tank top was pushed down just enough for your tits to spill out of it. two of your fingers would slide smoothly in between your puffy folds, already feeling your arousal webbing between them. a whimper subtly escapes your mouth as you watch those two fingers prod at your tight entrance before inserting them completely.

in your other hand, you’d have your trusty black bullet vibrator in your possession. as your fingers continued to slowly pump in and out of your needy cunt, you’d place the vibrator right on top of your throbbing clit, causing you to shut your eyes and your head to tilt back in pleasure. all you had on your mind was abby being the one to fill the empty space in between your legs.

“f-fuck, abby, please…i n-need more…” you’d mutter out quietly to yourself, quickly increasing the pace of your fingers.

however, you were so easily drunk from the sensation that you didn’t end up hearing the sound of the front door opening, followed by the subtle sound of footsteps making their way towards the bedroom. you were just too focused on chasing your release, and the fact that your fingers weren’t able to reach your g spot was making it difficult for you to do so.

after what felt like ages of trying, you eventually stop and whine in defeat, pulling your fingers out of your pussy and shutting off the vibrator before moving it away from your clit. before you could even take the time to recover, her throat startled you, causing your eyes to open and see her leaning against the doorframe. she had seen, and heard everything.

before you could scramble around and grab the sheets to cover yourself, abby took a few steps forward in time to place her hand over yours, which were clutching the top of the sheets. she makes you let go of the sheets, allowing her to take a look of the mess you had made.

all abby could do was smirk knowing that there was no way you would’ve been able to do that all by yourself.

“such a mess you’ve made, angel…you couldn’t wait till i got home, couldn’t you? that desperate little pussy of yours just needed some attention, yeah?”

you felt too embarrassed to even speak, only nodding to her in response.

her actions begin to speak for herself as her hand train it’s way down to your pussy and inserts two of her thick fingers inside, causing a gasp to escape from your mouth at the stretch of them.

“there there, princess…” she coos at you. “no need to worry, i’m here to fix it now.”

and without even trying, she managed to make you come undone on her fingers in an instant. you were beyond grateful to have someone like abby to always fulfill your needs, no matter how desperate you’d get for her.

[aweina]

ᥫ᭡. your name , mike schmidt ( suggestive )

say my name until you lose your breath …

tags gn reader. established relationship. fluff. kind of self-indulgent. teasing. mike + sleeper build combo.

“it hurts mike.”

your body was shaking like a withered leaf — limbs tense with a burning sensation.

“yeah?” he tilts his head a bit, a sadistic twinkle in his eyes.

you couldn’t last long anymore.

“yes! it feels like i’m gonna – ”

your poor face nearly slaps against the cold wooden floor if it weren’t for mike’s rough hand breaking your fall. he saved you from an embarrassing bruise that you would’ve had to heal for a week — what an angel. but even then, you let out a muffled painful cry against the wooden floors. the nonexistent muscles sculpted on your arms ached, the wind in your lungs struggling to spill out from your lips.

mike shakes his head as he soothes your forehead with a sweet brush of his thumb, back against the edge of his undone bed.

“i still can’t believe you can’t do push-ups.” there was a playful condescending tone in his voice that you couldn’t be mad at because he sounded hot.

you lifted your head, an exaggerated pout on your face. mike smiles at that, tracing his hand over your chin to tilt your gaze towards his. a hue of green and gold in his brown eyes — a little detail you loved about him.

“physical education was my lowest grade you know.”

the gruesome memories of being cruelly yelled at for not participating in group activities or the echoing of shallow cheers during the mile, you being the last person standing. yeah, not a great time.

“really now?” he asks with feigned surprise — a quirk in his brow.

you glared at him, getting up with wobbly feet and nearly toppling over. mike catches your fall again, gently guiding you on the bed. it was a little embarrassing, but he didn’t seem to complain.

“yes, mr. high school footballer.” now it’s mike’s turn to roll his eyes at your teasing, taking a seat back on the cold wooden floor.

what you would’ve done to see him in a football uniform — now stuffed in the depths of his mundane closet. not long ago, you happen to see crinkled photos stuffed in the drawers, old high school photos of mike. a youthful glow to his face, the curls in his dark hair longer, strong arms sadly covered in the sleeves of his jersey. high school you would’ve fawn over him, you’d like to also think he would with you — through the bulky clothes and thick framed glasses.

“whatever. i’ll show you how it’s done.”

a lazy hum vibrates your throat as you carefully watch mike stand up, stretching out his muscles just like he always did. the same sneak peek of his coarse happy trail never failed to make your heart skip a beat, letting out the same tired yawn with a lousy scratch through his messy locks. you tuck yourself in his soft sheets, the comforting smell of warm cotton and woodsy cologne nearly lulling you back into a doze.

every morning, he would do push-ups like this. you’d have an empty space beside your sleeping form, panic filling your heart. it’s then you hear deep grunts, the noise making you blank out with a blush — until you look over and see him in his third set of push-ups. dripping sweat sticking between his skin and the thin fabric of his t-shirt. mike subconsciously coerced you into waking up early. with the sun still beneath the clouds, you check him out while you’re smothered under the sheets he tossed on top of you. conversing about what you’ll do that day, what you wanted for breakfast, who’s turn to wake up abby.

if it weren’t for his deep breathing and quiet groans, you wouldn’t have to be so aroused every morning — like now.

planting his palms flat and arms extended towards the freezing floor, mike‘s position was much more stable and proper that you were attempting to replicate. his upper body bobs up and down, bare feet perfectly planted on the ground. you quietly admire mike’s hidden physique, counting each push-up with a whisper. his elbows barely buckle with each bend, keeping a steady pace without breaking a sweat. completely in contrast from the suggestive noises spilling from his soft lips, breathless and sweetening.

“say my name.”

he stops mid push-up, a confused look written all over his flushed face.

“i … w – what?” from how winded he was, his confusion sounded like a low whine — the familiarity leading back to this exact bed.

“say my name while you do push-ups.” beneath the sheets, you hid a sly smirk — the wink of sleep long gone from the excitement bubbling in your chest.

“yeah … okay sure baby.” mike’s genuine cluelessness was laughable. his doe eyes was unmistakably innocent, naturally obedient to your command.

now every completed push-up he executed perfectly was tied with a sweet tune of your name. the quiver in his voice was sweetly addicting. a breathless drawl drags at the end of your name — tired hiccups escaping his throat. reaching towards his limit, he growls your name with each grunt. how does he not notice how he sounds? fuck, he sounded so cute yet so possessive, but you refrained yourself from throwing yourself at him.

with one last bend to his arms, your name comes out as a desperate whimper. hot panting forced through his lips, drips of sweat running down his brow bone. mike crashes back beside the edge of the bed, his head bent back to the plush mattress. you gaze down at him with a soft smile, brushing away the damp strands of hair — still snug under the warm covers that combat the biting cold of the early morning.

“i know why you asked now.” mike mumbles tiredly, reaching up with aching arms to brush your hair in return. a cocky smile on his face.

“i was wondering when you’ll catch up.” you press a soft kiss on his lips, another on his dampened temple.

“you have a dirty mind, you know that?” mike blushes at the showers of kisses, chuckling at your little perverted plan.

“yeah i do. now do it with your football jersey.” he rolls his eyes the second time this morning, sneaking in a warm kiss on your chin before he stands up — cracking his tense neck with a hard tilt of his head.

“or i’ll just get myself a glass of water.” mike jested with a dry strain to his throat, taking your soft hands and tugging you on your feet.

you happily held his hand. both of your bare footsteps pattering through the cold, darkened hallway — careful not to wake up abby from her room.

“orrrr you can take a shower with me?” you suggestively whispered in the shell of his ear, nearly wrapping yourself on his aching arm — barely irked by the fabric draped on his shoulders that was dosed in sweat.

mike grinned in amusement, knowing you both already shared the shower during early, much more rushed mornings.

although, it never hurt to hear it from your lips.

“yeah sure baby.” his voice deep and rich in your ear, pecking a gentle kiss on your bed hair.

mike guided you both to the dimly lit kitchen, a sickly flirty exchange stuffed the cold hallway — quiet mumbles and fleeting touches.

besides the discipline he puts himself through every cold morning, mike learned to love them, especially when you’re there to admire him — despite the fact you would pretend to be asleep. he knows, but he likes to play your game every now and then.

add. note : okay i’m extremely unathletic, so i hope someone reading relates too. and can you tell that i got this idea from tiktok … (￣ ￣|||)

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SYNOPSIS: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

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SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

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Eye for an Eye

SYNOPSIS: Your body yearned for the touch of your girlfriend, the warm embrace that calmed your mind but you couldn't give in, the anger you harboured for her at disappearing with her group for three months without any warning, explanation or even a mention of when she would be back stopped you in your tracks any time you got close to giving in. You loved Abby so much but looking at her made you sick, you couldn't push the feelings down no matter how much you craved for things to go back to what they once were. You hadn't planned this but the anguish in those green eyes mirrored yours and sucked you in before you could think twice about the repercussions of your actions. You made your bed when you made the deal with the auburn-haired stranger, eventually you'd have to lie in it.

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Abby

Change They had her, the love of your life, they had her and they were going to die for it.

Guardian Angel A guardian angel getting wrapped up with the human she was supposed to be protecting, a double-edged sword bound to hurt. The memory of you, your calming presence in a time where everything was hanging in the balance haunted her. All she craved was to see you again. She was addicted, obsessed. She needed you in every way but you only appeared in her mind, you were never part of reality. You were her saviour, the blood running through her veins, all she wanted was you, that was all she would ever want.

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You're mine It was silent, neither of you moved or spoke, your eyes were fixed on each other, neither of you daring to look away. Your eyes were glassy and bloodshot and hers were cold and dark, your nose was sore and running as you sniffled holding the tears in your eyes that were begging to be let free. You didn't understand how a girl that shows you as much love as she does could hurt you so bad.

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Abby

Wife Abby

[s-4pphics]

look, wild cherries! final (a.a)

wc;cw: 1.7k ooooweeeee, cherrychaser!abby, scumbag!abby, MDNI!!!!!, HEAVY DUBCON!!! PLS BE CAUTIOUS, corruption kink, virginity loss, slight stummy bulging😛, impreg kink

Abby couldn’t stop staring at your pussy. 

She had you laid out on her bed completely bare, your brown nipples erect and clit twitching in need, the cute, little puff balls on your head pressed against her pillows, bows slowly coming loose as you shyly stared at the ceiling. 

She was only in her boxers, her eight inch, lubed-up dick already strapped around her hips and inches away from your entrance. She could feel drool pooling on her tongue as she stared. 

She’s never seen such a gorgeous cunt: all drippy wet with cream and slick, clit jumping with excitement with every unsteady breath you took. Your pussy was everything she could ever want out of life; it was all hers—

“Abby, please s-top staring at me,” you wispily whimpered at her. She almost slapped you at your plea, but she didn’t want to scare you away; she could tell you were afraid of the size of her dick when she pulled it out of her drawer, so she knew any form of harsh contact would have you running for the hills. She needed you still and willing. 

“Sorry, angel, she’s so fucking cute, can’t help it,” she purred out.

“Thank you,” she saw your eyes still glued to the white space above the two of you; she needed your attention, wanted you to fucking watch her break you. She wrapped a large hand around your jaw, forcing you to meet her eyes with a soft smile. She slowly bent, bringing her lips to yours in a tongue-filled kiss. You were moaning into her mouth, breathing her in, and she felt you squirm against her whenever she sucked on your bottom lip. She broke the kiss, pulling away slightly. 

“Good?” she whispered against your mouth, tightening the grip she had on your jaw. You whined with fluttery eyes, hesitantly nodding. Abby’s dark smile widened as she sat back up on her knees.

She grabbed the base of her wet dick and slapped the tip on your clit a few times, a heavy, wet pat pat pat! surrounding the two of you. You moaned out at her, and she moaned back, slowly sliding her cock between the drippy folds of your pussy. You were gasping and your hips were bucking to meet hers, but she dropped the grip she had on your chin to press you down onto the mattress, holding you still. 

“Please, Abby? Wan’you inside!” 

“Gonna, baby, jus’ getting you ready.” 

She gave a few more squelchy grinds, her tip catching your clit before sliding it down to your clenching hole. She watched you tense up at the slight pressure, your face turning in anticipation. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” she whispered, and you nodded, shaky breaths leaving your glossy, parted lips. 

When she popped her tip in, she nearly went cross-eyed at your pained gasp, your pussy immediately clamping down on her in resistance. It took all her strength to not shove the whole thing in and fucking you stupid; She knew you wanted her inside, you wanted inside, wanted her to make you gross. 

She saw your nails dig into her blankets, your back arch, and your thighs try to shut, but she grabbed both tightly to keep them open. You wanted this; she knew you did!

“A-Abby? Ow…”

“Shhh, I know, baby, you’re doing such a good job, fuck.” 

She continued to slowly press into you, her nails digging into your plush thighs as you whined out pleas in discomfort. Hurtherhurtherhurther!—

“Abby!” 

She looked up at your face, your wet eyes rolled back into your skull with a pained grimace on your face; It made her shudder and moan out. She wished she could feel your pussy, fucking shit!

“Yeah? Fuck, it hurts?” she groaned out dazedly. 

“Hur’s really bad!” you were nearly sobbing, and it made her curse under her breath. 

“It’ll pass, just sit still.” 

She watched you nod and cry, her clit jerking in need. She needed to cum inside you, claim you, make you hers—

She finally bottomed out as you cried in silence, your hefty tears dripping down onto her pillow in a small puddle. She looked down and saw your walls choking her dick as she grinded into you. She pulled out fully before fucking in deep again. 

“So fuckin’ tight, shit— “

Her hands had a tight grip on the back of your knees, bringing them up to your heaving chest to press them down, your glittery, sheer socks bunching around curled toes. She listened to your shrilling groans as she slowly fucked you open. 

“Listen t’your pussy, Jesus fucking Christ,” the lubricant from both the bottle and your cunt made the slide so much easier for her, even though your insides were trying so hard to push her out as they crushed her dick. 

“Oh, god! Abby’m—fuck, it hurts so bad!” 

“Yeah, baby? Your pussy hurts?” 

“Mmh! It’s r-ripping open, please p-pull out for a second?” She wasn’t about to pull out, not now, she needs to cum, she needs to cum in you first!

“Can’t, baby, s’sucking me in too good,” she lets your legs go before swiftly pressing her body on top of yours, pressing it deeper as you squeal in her ear. Your legs were being held up in the crevices of her elbows as she pulled them open, “Jus’needa cum’n I’ll stop, jus’lemme fucking cum.” 

She didn’t both to listen to your toothless protests as she buried her face into your neck and she fucked into you hard, her thrusts picking up in speed as the sounds of your gushy cunt filled the room. 

She could feel your pretty nails digging into her back and arms, likely leaving red lines and streaks of blood on her skin, and she loved it. The thought of you marking her almost made her cum on its own. She’s never felt this good fucking a fresh pussy, you were making her go crazy. She was surrounded by your sweet scent and your soft skin, and she would have no problem dying on top of you, forever lost in your aroma. 

Her clit was catching on the harness of her strap under her boxers as she ground deep into your stomach, your brainless cries of oh, god, s’so deep! You’re hitting it so deep, Abby! infiltrating her mind and making her go completely dumb. She knows she’s lost it because whenever she pulled out, she could feel the wet, soft tightness of your walls gripping around the fake dick. She was moaning and whining in your ear like she could actually feel your insides; Your cunt had powers, she’ll give you that! 

“So fucking close, oh, shit,” your pussy was sucking her soul through the silicone. “Fuck, baby!” 

“Abby, I, I’m gonna—think m’cumming!” 

“Fuuuck, cum on me, angel, shit!” 

She dug you out as you shouted her name in orgasm, your thighs clinging to her waist so she couldn’t pull out. Abby grinded into you, her clit throbbing as her orgasm twisted in her gut. Yes yes yes, she was about to cum! 

She whispered in your ear over your incoherent shouts, “Gonna knock this cunt up, gonna give you m’fucking kid.” 

It seemed like you came harder at the suggestion as your slurry pleads got louder. Please ge’me pregnant! Wan’all your babies!

Abby thoughtlessly squeezed a hand between your hot bodies to press down onto your lower stomach. When she felt the gentle prodding of her tip from inside your tummy, she lost it. 

She couldn’t even let out a warning as she came; She lost control of everything as she shouted, her entire body shaking on top of yours as her eyes rolled into your head. Her walls were squeezing so tight inside her boxers as her slick spilled into them, her toes curling. She quickly grinded into you as she listened to your whines of m’sensitive, Abby, please! Your desperate pleads made her grind in harder as she rode out her orgasm. She felt so fucking good, she started drooling onto the skin of your neck. 

Her hips slowed as she came down, milking the last bits of her orgasm as the shivers calmed in her spine. She let out one last satisfied sigh before she slowly pulled out of your shaking form, plopping onto your side as she caught her breath. 

There were a few blissful minutes of silence before Abby turned to you and muttered out you can still walk back home, right? 

The shock was evident on your face as you gawked at her, but neither of you commented on it as you slowly nodded and sat up. Your wince of pain shouldn’t have made her feel so prideful.

She watched as you wobbly got dressed, packed your small backpack, and left with a gentle shut of the door. 

You could’ve at least left the notes, jesus. 

Two days later, Abby received a Snap from you as she was getting ready for class.

She let out an exasperated sigh, praying that this wasn't going to be a repeat of the first… dealings she had with a virgin. She didn’t want to have to block you (you were one of her favorites!), but she wouldn’t hesitate if you started acting crazy. 

She opened the Snap, and nearly choked on the toothpaste in her mouth. 

It was a twelve second video of… you getting your guts rearranged by a blue strap, your ass clapping on someone’s hips and your small puffs bouncing on your head as you pushed back to meet them as they fucked into you. Their thumb was shoved in your ass as you released erotic shouts, begging the person to fuck you deeper, to drill you harder. The camera flipped around to show the person who was stirring you up and… her knees almost gave out. 

It was the first virgin she ever fucked, the soccer player, the fucking star goalie. She was fucking you, and you liked it. What the fuck?! 

She didn’t even have the chance to read the caption before the Snap ended. She immediately replayed it. And saved it. 

She read the thanks 4 breaking her in 4 me you fucking cunt😙 over your repeated shouts of pleasure. Oh, wow. Alright. 

… Was she fucked up if her pussy squeezed with want? 

She impulsively typed and sent threesome? :O

She was blocked by you three minutes later.

...She didn't even get a chance to screen-record the clip!

a/n: OHHHHHHHHH and she’s done lol

my favs being scummy trashbags makes me feral <3

i want abby to plow me that is all goodbye

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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 :(

[sugarbag]

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abby anderson x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀. what i think being in a relationship with abby would be like! (i have brainrot)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. none i think, apart from poor writing because it's 2am 🤡 reader is referred to as girl a few times and it's implied that reader has long hair

FLUFF.

an. ummm so im officially obsessed with abby. theres a part at the end thats very specific for black women because self-insert 💅 but i'll put a little ✰ beforehand! english is still not my first language :) if you enjoy this pleeease let me know!

- ok so first of all, abby is baby. she is soooo serious about nicknames it's adorable!! once you start calling her by a nickname it better stick because she will literally pout all day if you call her abby. if you do her call something other than a cheesy nickname, she really likes abigail. the way it rolls off your tongue, the way it feels like she's owned by you when you call her that, it makes her giddy :)

for you, she goes for "sweet girl" or "angel" :))

-is a clean freak. like an actual freak. she WILL bully you into folding your socks neatly next to hers and god forbid you leave crumbs in bed

-i do not care what anybody says, abby is an ass girl. when you're cuddling, her hand always finds its way to your behind. and when you question her about it, she says it must be sorcery.

of course, she loves every part of you but dat ass... do not bend over near her, she absolutely will fake fuck you from the back and put her whole heart into it. im talking grunting and moaning and you're just standing there like🤰

- she's such a great cook! she learned how to cook with her dad and after his passing, it became a way to feel closer to him. so she cooks for you all the time and acts grumpy when you call her your little housewife but she loves it really :)

-FOREHEAD KISSES‼️especially if there's a height difference, shes such a sucker for those! receiving and giving of course

- please play with her hair :( if you don't know how to braid, she'll teach you :(( BRAID IT OMGGG she loves when you do anything with her hair, brush it, braid it or just pass your hand in it, she'll take anything :) she'll only let you touch her hair, especially if it's undone and her beautiful blonde strands are on display goshhhh

- she will 100% let you paint her nails whatever color you want. no questions asked.

- shares everything with you. sometimes not even on purpose. like her clothes are your clothes and vice versa, you two basically have one big closet. gives you her jacket (the WLF one:)) you want some fries from abby's plate? done. you like her pine scented bodywash a little too much? it's yours :)

- absolutely HATES horror movies. she cannot stand them, maybe a few classics not too gorey but either way she just doesnt watch them. truth is she's a scaredy cat when it comes to horror movies, so when you insist to watch one together, you see your 6ft tank of a girlfriend with her eyes half open and flinching at every noise. truly an hilarious sight. if you watch horror movies alone, she'll just stand like a dad and never sit down because it scares her less that way lol🧍‍♀️

- ok so she's not big on pda but god is she clingy. she never lets go of you (not that you're complaining), always wants to touch you in some way, wether its by holding you hand or having her hand in your back pocket :)

- takes you on surprise dates!! you randomly get texts like "are you busy rn? the museum is open👀" or "it's been a while since we've been at the park. put your shoes on" XJDJSBD

- acts like she hates sunscreen just so that you'll have to put it on for her and smirks the whole time

- takes all the space in bed and when you complain about it, she just puts you on top of her "there, you go angel, got enough space now?"

- SHE LOVES CUDDLING big spoon, little spoon or just being intertwined on your shared bed, she just loves physical touch, ESPECIALLY yours <3

- she's an early bird. i believee abby has the sleep schedule of a grandpa, so she goes to sleep at 9pm sharp and wakes up at 5am to go to the gym. once you tried to persuade her to stay up longer and you got to 10:30pm🙀

- if you go to the gym with her, she'll be like a little kid, all excited to show you around and stays with you the whole time to teach you some exercises. doesn't matter if you know them already, she WILL show you everything

- is a bigggg fan of deep conversations. very early in your relationship, the two of you would have hours long conversations about literally anything. but at some point, you realize you've been talking for a while and abby's just sitting there, gazing at you and admiring everything about you. the way you talk, your voice, the little mimics you make or the way you move your hands when you're animated.. yeah she's down bad.

- she lovesss when you do skincare together, pretended like she hated it at first but she just feels so comfortable with you, she feels at ease. she can relax more and having a sheet mask on with cucumber slices under her eyes is surprisingly relaxing

- her main love languages are physical touch (i know, shocker), gift giving and quality time!

- gifts you sooooo many plushies but pouts when you put them on your bed?? and you're like, "where else should i put them?" and when she points to the closet, you're so offended. they're your babies they are not going in the closet. when you're both laying on the bed, she gives them the stink eye >:

- loves being domestic. cooking together, cleaning together, going to the museum and talk about what you saw days after still, taking walks in the park like an old married couple :) she just can't wait to be your wife :))

✰ (a few thoughts about abby with a black gf!)

- STEALS YOUR SHAMPOO! and when you tell her about, she acts innocent as if her hair didn't smell like shea butter and coconut

- that woman is fascinated by your hair routine. every product you have, she tries it out on herself because she lovesss the smells. she could watch you do your hair for hours (she has)

- wants to help with wash day and she gives the best scalp massages. gets a bit messy if she helps you and definitely takes even more time but she's so precious when she does it :( "is the water too hot?" "is that okay?" "am i tugging too hard?"

- is a fucking beast when it come to braiding your hair once you teach her, she can do anything, box braids, cornrows, knotless, YOU NAME IT

- could watch you in the sun for hours (she does) in an every day context she already wants to stare at you all the time, but when your skin is glowing in the light? she looks at you like you hang the moon and stars

- she wears bonnets religiously and you have matching ones ughh thats too cheesy (but true)

LOOK AT HER‼️‼️

can you tell abby's my girlfriend??

tell me if you like it <3

✰﹣𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔤

[darl1ngpearl]

Rollerskates

Abby x clumsy!sensitive!reader

Warning !!: injury, small amount of blood, reader is mentioned being female, petnames such as Bibi, angel, girl, darling, baby

As a christmas present, Abby had brought you a pair of roller skates that you claimed you wanted more than ever. To say that she regretted it, was an understatement.

At least once a week you would have an accident that resulted from them bastard skates. It would end up with you being in tears, wailing to her over your bloody hands and knees.

She would recommend that you throw away the skates, to make a small dent in the accidents and injuries you receive. Of course, you always said no, no matter the injury.

Today was one of them days.

Abby was at work and you were alone in your shared home, feeling extremely bored.

You had spent the last couple hours moping around, whining to yourself about how you missed your beloved girlfriend so dearly.

Whilst sprawled across the bed, scrolling on TikTok, a video of someone rollerskating popped up on your for you page. After watching the video over and over in amazement, you decided to give your skates another try.

You quickly jumped up from bed, stripping from your pyjamas and changing into something more suitable, a hoodie and leggings. Then, you grabbed your skates from under the bed and made your way to your garden.

Abby and you had a big house, there was no denying that. Having a big house, also meant having a big garden. Therefore, it meant you had more than enough space for you to practice skating.

You slipped on your skates, before skating up and down the path. You took your time, not rushing into anything too big and not going to fast. You were just warming up.

After a solid 10 minutes of you taking it slow, you decided to speed it up. And again, although you sped up the pace, you didn’t rush into anything too big.

You enjoyed skating, it was a shame you were clumsy or else you would be excelling. Skating brought you joy, it felt nice when you were able to glide against the floor, or when the wind would blow against your face when you would skate at a fast pace, and you enjoyed the outside so it was an even bigger bonus.

Skating also sped up time, which meant less time waiting for Abby to finish work.

You felt ready to take it a step further and begin doing tricks. This was a mistake. You, who was still a beginner despite skating for almost a year now, tried to copy a trick you watched a professional do.

As soon as you lifted a foot from off the ground, you began to wobble side to side. Then, you lost your balance and went tumbling forward.

Tears welled in your eyes as soon as your body made contact with the floor. You had a scrape going up your arm from your wrist to your elbow, where you had broke your fall. It wept with blood, however it wasn’t as gruesome as it sounds. Your leggings were ripped at the knees and your knees were scraped also, however, they didn’t bleed.

You whimpered as you looked at the state of your arm, feeling it sting when the wind blew on it.

Abby came through the front door unbuttoning the first few buttons on her dress shirt.

She couldn’t wait to just spend the rest of her day with you, binging god knows what you would put on and eat a bunch of your favourite snacks.

Yet she frowned when she didn’t see you in the living room, and her frown only grew when she checked the bedroom and you weren’t there either.

She loosened her tie and threw it somewhere on the floor, before spotting the shoebox on the floor that you kept your skates in.

She groaned at the sight and made her way into the back garden in a rather panicked manner.

As soon as her eyes met your small, fragile and crying form sat on the floor, she rushed over to you. You looked up at her with eyes flooding with tears, ashamed at the state you got yourself in, again.

“I’m sorry bibi-“

“No no don’t be sorry angel it’s okay, let’s get you up yeah?”

You nod and she picked you up from the floor effortlessly. She kissed the top of your head before carrying you inside to the kitchen.

She lowered you onto the kitchen counter, before reaching above your head and grabbing the first aid box from the cabinet.

When she did so, you caught a whiff of her and god did she smell good, she smelt of her signature pine soap and the smell brought you immediate comfort, you just wanted to be wrapped up in her arms and never have to move again.

She kisses your head once again, before moving to the kitchen sink to wet a rag. Once done so, she made her way back to you and motioned for you to show her your arm.

You lifted your arm up for her to look at and she hisses quietly.

“Oh my poor girl, this one must sting huh?”

You nod your head and bite down on your bottom lip, trying not to cry again.

There was just something about her, you could never hold anything back when you were with her, but that is exactly what you wanted. It made you feel comfortable, and it made you feel safe knowing that you didn’t have to hold anything back and could just let it all out.

“Aww darling, bibi will make it all better yeah?”

She cleans your arm with the rag, making sure to be gentle and take it slow, knowing how sensitive you are.

The both of you were glad that she was the one taking care of you, and that you didn’t have to do it alone. You both knew that if you had to deal with it yourself you would be a mess. You would be sobbing and snotting, your cut would never get cleaned and you would be in such a state you wouldn’t even know where to start.

It takes a while to clean the scrape due to her being gentle, but she wouldn’t complain and neither would you. Once she puts down the rag, she applies antiseptic cream to the scrape, which caused you to wince at the stinging feeling.

“Almost done now baby, you’re so strong, my strong girl”

Once she finished with your arm, she got down on her knees and began to do the same for your knees. Whilst she was doing this, your hand made its way to her hair and you began to play with the loose strands that fell from her braid.

“Thank you for taking care of me bibi”

“Shhh, it’s my job”

You giggle at her and she stands up, patting your thigh.

“All done baby”

You threw your arms around her neck, pulling her into a warm hug. She wrapped her large arms around your waist and you buried your head into her chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from her.

“Maybe it’s time to throw away them skates?”

“No.”

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[abbysbasement]

Please let’s talk about Abby’s fuck faces.

The resting rage face she has in her idle animations is definitely the face of exertion she has when she’s pounding you. Knitted brow, beads of sweat condensing on her hairline and nape, gritted teeth and flared nostrils. every thrust punctuated by an unconscious clenching of her face. She has a lot of automatic gestures and habits she does when she’s having sex; squinting her eyes closed as she lifts you off the ground, her arm closed around your soft belly as she thrusts into you from a standing position, her jaw clenching and unclenching, saliva pooling on her tongue the way that every muscle in her face goes slack, expression softening instantly as she fucks you through your orgasm, all of the tension washing down her body as she holds you tight. gets very into strap-on sex, when you’re sucking her off she moans and grips your hair, licking her o-shaped lips like she can feel every stroke.

abby bottoming or subbing is like night and day. guttural groans and wheezes coming out of her lungs as you knock her pussy out the frame, off-white teeth digging into the soft flesh of her lips to suppress her moans, only stopping when you pluck the little space hard with your finger and tell her that you’ll pop her harder if she keeps being disobedient. that fully broken in subspace face is crazy, definitely an eye roller, long fluttering lashes low-set over those pretty blue eyes, the more they disappear letting you know that she’s totally gone. Tongue lolling out and dripping from being used over and over again. Biting those soft plump lips makes her look so, so fucking innocent, so worthy of destruction, especially when her hair is spread around her and sticking to her face and her cheeks are blushed and bright. She’s an angel down from heaven, so sweet and pliant that you have no choice but to see what little expressions and noises she makes when you break her.

[r3starttt]

ABBY X STRESSED! R

Summary: abby comforting you after a long week :(

Tough week, full of stress and tiredness every single day. Whenever you had the chance to rest or sleep you decided to better work on whatever work you had left, waiting to be finished, or simply be productive with the cleaning and washing. It was beyond exhausting but there was really nothing you could to to make it less hard.

Any time you closed your eyes you could see youserlf from the outside, doing something, studying, working. Anything that could keep your mind busy.

And it was killing you, because besides being busy all day all week your mind kept bothering you and making you even more stress, specifically in your sleep. You were torturing yourself.

But how could you not when your adored girlfriend could do this and more? When your parents were able to do this and more, when your friends, who are in your same situation, can do this, and way more.

Your brind was not only filled with the anxiety that usually spent a considerable space in your mind every day, but filled with shame and fear of failing, not doing good enough, not being able to ever get any better.

And even worse, not being the person your people deserve to have in their life's.

It was killing you.

So after crying for hours, now being cuddled and highly hugged by Abby. God it was paradise, as is nothing ever went wrong, as if you just overreacted and everything was and will always be just fine.

The smell of pine filling your nose trills at your every sob, getting calmer and calmer while her fingers run up and down your back, in small circles. Her weight brining you just the comfort you need and her voice telling you what you needed to hear the most "You're fine" along small 'shush' whenever you sighed or tears formed again, not necessarily because of how overwhelmed you feel but because of how fucking precious Abby is, such an angel, so sweet just for you.

Maybe she's fine and it all be alright.

[sintiva]

— abby anderson!

abby has been plaguing every bit of my mind. mmm — i decided to rewatch tlou2 only to see abby.

‘nnnnnn now i’m thinking of her preparing to leave jackson. she’s frantic,, almost. three weeks of separation makes her dream and yearn for you. she hasn’t even left yet. you’re two steps away from her, under the covers of the bed. naked, afro a mess. your forehead’s slick with sweat, and if you move the wrong way, your whole body feels numb. your thighs stick together; she’s making it her goal to engrave her touches into you so they last the duration of her excursion. so when you think about her you have fresh material that’ll keep your panties wet. it pays to slowly enjoy the moments that don’t occur as often, and abby’s taking her time with you this evening.

she exasperatedly sits on the bed and falls back, discarding the plans isaac gave her, the papers scatter — a mere reflection of her thoughts. she can’t focus on plans and cleaning her guns, she’s too busy focusing on the mess you made on the strap. you’re still perked up and teasing her while she lays in bed. you stalk her movements, swift like a cat. if you had a tail it’d be up in the air swaying side to side. her eyes fixate on your upside down form as you hover a few inches above her, boobs resting on her hair “‘think i want some more abs, but from the side this time.” you bat your lashes and make the mistake of rising up to your knees. she giggles, “easy, cowgirl-“ as you fall over with a soft thud to the sheets, stomach jerking, your clit’s still thumping, pussy still throbbing eliciting a soft whine. you feel the shape of her still fucking deep inside of you. that’s the condition she fucks you in to every time, but tonight just feels different. it’s a trance she wants to stay stuck in, it’s sticky and sweet, sweeter than honey — it’s you. sex with you makes life seem so simple. stress dissipates, orders are meaningless. the thought of leaving looms over her head. a dark, gray, spatial cloud follows her every step, stress and worry boom faintly in her ears like a storm. she feels her stomach twisting.

leaving Jackson sucks so bad. when she leaves, you make her feel bad about it too— as if it was her decision to leave you to go and romance clikers and all those other demons. juxtaposed to, innocent, pretty, light hearted, her pretty angel — you! she’s thinking about the moments you two have shared since she stepped into the room this evening.

your moans have been on rewind. she thinks about how she’s made had you cum over and over again on her fingers, on her tongue, on her dick. soft, and opaque, pink with a soft white substance coating its base and the black straps of it as she dug it so deep inside of you curating that mess.

“‘’m cummin’ ’” you’d mumbled, thighs quivering shut, “keep em open, mama, you look so pretty ‘n daddy won’t be back for a while, so let her enjoy it.” she still can’t believe she said that crazy shit.

“‘mmabbs , we’re not done yet right?.” you whine in her ear and she shoots up. every organ in her body ignites with lust. every nerve ticks with impatience. her fingers itch. situational lust, every situation where you have her like this. when you beg and insist for her to do as she pleases. your voice cups her ears and whisper endless affirmations. it’s dreamy. it all feels like a dream, but this is very much real.

she’s thinking of how you look when she grips your throat. your little pleas, dry; high pitched. your throat’ll vibrate, your eyes’ll roll to the back of your head and your precious fingers’ll grip onto her arms. they move up to feel the muscles, the ridges and dips of her skin. your pussy gets sloppier the harder she chokes you. pinned down to the matress so you can’t get away. it’s a fun feeling. you feel how hot she is against your body. when your lips meet yours their so soft, saccharine. they fall into a frown, you want her take up all your space, you want her to fill you up. you’re hearing, vision, and mind feel have fallen victim to a delicate haze.

“look at me, baby.” she lightly smacks your cheeks. the palm of her hand lightly plays at your cheeks till your eyes crack open. your turn your head to look back at her as she taps you deeply from the side. “i am.” you whine. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your legs tremble the harder abby’s thrust pick up. she picks up your right leg and grinds her hips up into you. your fingers dig into the blue velvet blanket she laid you on. the squelching gets louder and louder. she fucks you till your mouth drops open and whiny profanities wisp out. “you want it like this, mama?” she asks, kissing your cheeks as one deep sigh rolls out of your mouth. she’s pounding into that one spot over and over, “mmhm, jus’ like that.”, you’re creamin’ all on her shit now. you’re fingers dig into her skin, and it take so much out of her to fuck you how you need it. you like it rough, you never say that, but the sounds your pussy makes tells everything. “you’re making a mess, does it feel that good?” she teases and nips your neck. she sucks on the back of your neck until dark red marks decorate her beautiful brown canvas.

“yes…nghh— right there.” you drool it out and your legs spasm for the nth time. you slowly cum on her dick. grinding until you lost all feelings in your hip. she’d pop it out and tap it against your ass. “good girl. you should feel real tired, you gonna let me do some work now?” she rolls over and pins you with her body. “only of we can do it till bed time when you finish.” abby giggles, your concept of bed time doesn’t reflect hers, “yeah? and what’s your definition of “bedtime”?”