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thepowerofswayze · 10 months

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I Just Think About My Baby

originally on ao3

pairing: mike schmidt (2023) / reader [gender & genitals not specified]

word count: 1.8K

warnings & info: 18+, mostly smut, mike masturbating, fantasizing, memories of penetrative and oral sex

summary: You and Mike are busy, busy people. You're not home, and he misses you.

note: hi!! :) this was fun to write. i'd like to apologize to hozier for using his lyrics as a title lol

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The broken car radio spit static as Mike drove home, wanting nothing more than to stumble into his bed. He watched the sun rise ahead of him, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping on the center console rapidly. He’d barely managed not to sleep during his shift. He’d been exhausted, sure, but his new job as a night janitor for an office building didn’t really give him as many opportunities to sleep as the pizzeria.

Not that he missed it. No, he’d take being on his feet all night over sitting in that cursed building any day. He’d been unaware of the horrors that lay in the halls of that place for most of his time there, but it’d take the rest of his life to forget what he’d seen. What he and Abby had been put through.

He tried not to let thoughts of Freddy’s sour his mood further as he pulled into the driveway, making sure not to block the other car. The sun was up now, the pinks and oranges of the sunrise giving way to a brilliant blue. As he stepped out, the chilly morning air bit his cheeks, pushing him to shuffle quickly to the front door, jamming his keys into the lock.

As the door swung open and the warmth of the house enveloped him, he hurried in, grinning at the scene before him. You were speed walking out of the kitchen, a pan of sizzling bacon in hand. You dropped a piece onto Abby’s plate as she housed her eggs and cereal, then picked up another piece and stuffed it into your own mouth. Mike let the door shut behind him, and every thought of every horror he’d endured left his head as you looked at him and lit up. “Mike!”

He’d barely been out of the whole Freddy’s mess when he’d met you. You were the new teacher's assistant at Abby’s school, sweet and funny and kind. You didn’t teach Abby’s grade, but you’d befriended her in hallways and at lunch. She’d been talking your ear off one day when he’d come to pick her up. Mike would have had to be blind not to notice that you were gorgeous, and he’d barely been able to pull himself and Abby away and to the car. A couple weeks of awkward flirting later, he showed up for pick up and asked if you’d want to get a coffee. The way you beamed in response just about killed him.

Now, you were always around. He’d asked you to move in a few months into dating- he loved you, Abby loved you, what else was there to ask for- and you’d tackled him onto the couch, grinning and laughing and kissing him senseless. You’d been there every day since, sleeping in his (‘our’ he thought, his heart warming) bed, taking care of Abby at night and kissing him goodbye as you ran off to work in the mornings.

“How was work?” You asked him now, and he chuckled as he watched you stuff your laptop into your bag, frantically searching for something else all the while.

He shrugged off his coat, draping it over a chair and grabbing a notebook from between couch cushions, sure that it was what you were missing. “It was good,” he said as he handed you the notebook and you gave him a grateful smile. He picked up a little bag of fruit snacks and stuffed it in Abby’s backpack, zipping it up. “Missed you guys.”

You hummed, finally slowing down just a bit now that you had everything you needed. “Abby,” you called as the girl finished her breakfast. “Go put on your shoes!” Then you disappeared, down the hall and into the bathroom.

Mike watched as Abby slipped her shoes on, giving her a hug before she zipped out the door and he watched her hop in your car. He leaned against the doorway, smiling, as you sped back out from the bathroom, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on. “Hey!” He complained jokingly, raising an eyebrow at you.

You grinned and put your hand on the side of his face, then kissed him sweetly. He could taste the mint of your toothpaste. “Missed you, too,” you quipped, before ducking out the door. He could hear Abby’s reaction to your kiss- “Ewww, gross!”- as you slipped in the car, starting it up and backing out of the driveway.

He stood and watched until you were far off down the street, a little smile on his face. Then, he shut the door and started cleaning up after breakfast.

The house never really got to be much of a mess anymore. You would tidy up at night, he’d pick up in the mornings, and on the occasions that you were both home, you’d tackle it together. You two were a good team.

Once all the dishes were clean, the tables wiped off, and the mail sorted, Mike sighed and trudged into your shared room. He smiled a little at the clothes on the bed- your pajamas from when you’d probably shrugged them off in a rush this morning, which consisted of a pair of shorts and a hoodie that had once belonged to him. He moved the clothes to the side, knowing you’d want to put them on the moment you got back home. He slid his pants off, then his shirt, collapsing on the bed in his boxers, phone in hand. The screen lit up with a text- it was you. ‘didn’t get to say, i love u,’ it read. Then, ‘also ur soooo not getting this jacket back.’

Mike huffed a laugh, smiling at the texts. As he breathed, he thought faintly about how the sheets still smelled like you. He thought about your laugh and your smile, your voice as you lit up when he walked in and exclaimed his name. His mind drifted to a few nights before, how concentrated your face was as you looked over your graduate work, gripping the textbook like it owed you money. He had to coax you to bed that night like you were a skittish animal, purely to get you to sleep- he knew you’d sit there for days if he didn’t.

Then, he thought a night or two further back. To the last time you two had been in bed for reasons other than sleep. He could feel his skin getting hot as he remembered your teasing smile, looking down at him as you held him on the precipice of release. You’d kissed just under his ear, murmuring sweet nothings as he’d whined.

Fuck.

The growing tent in his boxers was impossible to ignore. Mike mulled over it for a moment, looking up at the peeling ceiling paint. There was no one home, since you’d dropped Abby off at school. He wasn’t about to interrupt you at work of all places, as much as he’d love to get his hands on you immediately. He didn’t have anywhere to be. And sure, he was exhausted, but… this would help him sleep, ultimately.

His hand palmed his dick through his boxers.

Mike let out a sigh, eyes closing, the ceiling gone and his memories taking over. He could imagine your hand rubbing him through the fabric as you smiled up at him, your lips on his neck as you whispered to him. His breath stuttered as he slipped his hand into his boxers, mind still on you, pretending his hand was yours. “Already?” You would tease, feather light as he flushed a bright red. “I’ve barely even touched you, baby.”

His face was growing hot now, his hand picking up the pace, breath growing ragged. He could picture your hands up and down his length, eyes sparkling as you watched him bite his lip. “‘S that good?” He was lost in the thought, responding like you were there, huffing out a “Yeah, yeah, that’s good,” to the empty room.

There was no shame as he continued, much too preoccupied with his fantasy of you, of what was waiting for him as soon as you both had a free moment. Your mouth and your tongue, your body pressing his as your hands took care of him- he could almost feel it. His hand wasn’t as good as yours, wasn’t as good as knowing it was you, hearing you, but he could manage while he waited. He could think about touching you in return, the little noises you made whenever his mouth was on you. He could imagine the way you felt around him, the way you looked at him when you were beneath, or the way your hips moved when you rode him.

His strokes were getting quick and sloppy, his own hips desperately moving in time with his hand, creating whatever extra friction he could. His mind recalled your eyes, lidded and hazy as you got closer. Your lips letting praise tumble past, the words going straight to his head. “Shit. Oh, fuck.” He knew you’d love the noises he was making now, the whines in the back of his throat and the groans you’d drink up with kisses.

His thumb ran over his tip, the way you loved to do with your tongue, and he hissed out a “Please.” Who was he begging? He didn’t know, but he babbled on. “Please” and “Baby” and “God, fuck, shit .” He could see your face, your brows furrowed and your mouth open. He could hear you, almost, panting and moaning and telling him exactly how good it felt and God.

A gasp of your name, and his hips bucked one more time, his release spilling into his own hand. He kept stroking, slowing down the way you would if you were with him. “Good,” you’d tell him, and he’d lean into you, relishing your touch as he rode out his high. His hand slowed to a stop and he lay there, breathing hard and opening his eyes. His imaginary you slipped away and the peeling ceiling came back into view.

His breath slowly returned to normal, his eyes not really looking at the spot on which they were trained on. His dopamine levels settled, and after a few minutes where he thought he might fall asleep, he sat up a little. Mike glanced down at his hand and almost snickered. “Hmm, you made a mess,” he could almost hear you chiding him.

“We,” he would respond, “You know you it’s you who does this to me, baby,” before ignoring the mess and giving you a kiss. God, he had half a mind to wait a moment and go again. The exhaustion was back, though, and he moved his clean hand to grab his phone, your text still on the screen.

He pulled up the keyboard, legs swinging over the side of the bed. He needed a shower.

‘We’ll see…’ He got up, typing up another message as he shuffled into the bathroom, then turned on the water. ‘I love you too’

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whore4abby · 11 months

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could you do a abby x model reader i could just imagine abby being at our runways and just thinking about she’s gonna do to us after our show (i love ur writings btw!!!)

driver roll up the partition please; abby anderson x runway model!reader

warnings; smut - semi-public sex (back of a chauffeured car), fingering + cunnilingus (r!receiving), nipple play, mentions of a strap-on, tiny mention of a daddy kink, mdni

wc; 1.2k

as the night draws to a close, you walk out gracefully onto the runway for your final appearance of the night. your hips swaying side-to-side as you make your way down the cat-walk, creating a hypnotising rhythm that matches the beat of the music in the background.

the delicate material of your skimpy lingerie is almost see-through, your tits visible beneath the thin lace. the hem just barely covering your nipples as well as your ass also being on display as the lacy panties are cut into a minuscule thong.

the front row seats are so close to the runway, giving your wife an unobstructed view, letting her see every detail of your body. abby subtly leans forward to get a better look at you as you walk past, her thighs spread and her eyes glued to you as she drinks in the sight of your gorgeous body.

you make the conscious decision to put on a little show for her. walking with a bit more sass than usual, hips swaying with confidence. you look back over your shoulder, letting her really get a good look at you. she tries shifting in her seat but it does little to alleviate the mounting arousal she feels. her eyes are glued to your body, never once taking her eyes off her beautiful girl.

you finish the show feeling exhausted but so, so proud of yourself for all the hard work that's led up to this very night. the applause still ringing in your ears as you step down from the runway and hastily make your way backstage, desperate to see your wife, but before you can even start to search for her amidst the rush of people, you feel a familiar hand caressing your bare waist. “hi pretty girl~” she whispers and leans in to kiss your cheek softly.

“hi abs…” you smile at her, resting your hands on her forearms and feeling her muscles flexing due to her fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. the heat and desire between you is so intense that you feel like you might burst at any moment. she tugs on your arm, her fingers digging into your skin. “c'mon….i can’t wait any longer~” she growls into your ear, moving a hand down to grope your ass before pulling it back up to rest on the small of your back.

she throws your trench coat over your shoulders, you quickly slip your arms into it and wrap it tight around your exposed body, fingers fumbling to haphazardly do up a couple of buttons around your midsection. shouting a quick half-assed apology to your stylist as abby quite literally drags you away. “would you fuckin slow down!?” you scowl, stumbling behind her on your stupidly tall stilettos.

as you walk out of the venue, multiple flashes go off, fans are calling out to you for pictures, but abby keeps her massive arms around you and tries to shield you from any rogue questions and the horny comments from the onslaught of paparazzi.

you both finally make it to your designated car, abby shoves you in, not wasting a second before she she quickly follows suit, clambering in behind you and swiftly locking the door behind her. she mumbles briefly to the chauffer and slams down the partition just as the car starts to pull away from the sidewalk. the sound of soft music and the rumbling of the engine filling the small space between the two of you.

you feel her hands travel along your spine, pulling you under her and she leans in to catch your lips with hers, abby’s tongue pressing up against your lips before it slides into your mouth. her hands instinctively unbuttoning your coat and throwing it into the footwell.

abby takes your hand and places it on the bulge in her pants. of course. of-fucking-course she's wearing the strap-on. “you feel that….? imma have you creaming down my cock when we get home~” she growls into your ear.

your breath comes out in rapid pants as her hand slides between your legs, rubbing and teasing at your inner thighs as she whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe as she grinds against you. “you’re so fuckin sexy~”

she pulls away and starts popping the clasp at the back of your bra and yanks it down your shoulders, your tits spilling out. she gazes at your exposed chest, licking her lips before reaching out to tweak and pinch your nipples. “god i love these tits~” she gives them a firm tug, rubbing over them with her thumbs. you squeak out in surprise and she laughs at you in pity, moving to grip your ass with her rough hands, slapping the squishy fat and making you cry out. “abby…mmm fuck~”

“these little panties are cute at all, but they have to go…” you whine as her hands start to travel down, slipping her fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs. she curses under her breath as she gets a look at your pussy, wet and desperately waiting for her fingers.

her fingers slip over your slick entrance and she slides her middle finger inside, stretching and preparing you for more. “so eager for my fingers…you really are a slut for me…” she taunts, sliding her ring finger in beside it, scissoring her fingers teasingly. you moan loudly at the sensation, praying the music mutes any of your noises.

she thrusts in and out slowly, rubbing against that sweet spot inside you that always makes you cum hard. “ohhh abs….feels so good~” the cold silver of her wedding band repeatedly coming into contact with your hot pussy has your back arching into her. “you like having daddy’s hand here?”

“mhm~” you whimper, biting your lip and looking down to watch her fingers disappear into your cunt before reappearing again, covered in your syrupy juices.

she kisses her way down your body, stopping for a couple seconds to lick at your hard nipples before trailing her lips down your tummy and down between your spread legs. abby smirks and leans down, swirling her tongue around your clit before moving to slurp at your slit. “fuck….can never get enough of this sweet cunt~” she tilts her head back and moans at the taste of your juices, closing her eyes to wholly focus on licking and teasing your pussy.

she lets out muffled moans and gasps as she tastes you, her fingers still rubbing and teasing your g-spot. you watch as beads of sticky sweat drip down her neck and disappear down into the collar of her dress shirt as you reach back and place a hand on the foggy glass to steady yourself as abby continues her sloppy assault on your cunt.

she continues to lap up your juices, curling her fingers inside you simultaneously until she has you cumming on her tongue, “nnngghhh….abby~!” you weave your trembling fingers into her hair as she keeps messily eating you out long after you’ve already cum. she eventually slows down and drags her fingers out of you and comes back up to be face-to-face with you.

you giggle lazily, eyes half-lidded as you gaze at her, “mmm, look at you~” she groans as she takes in the sight of you. all fucked out, laying against the leather seats of the bentley, panties round your ankles and your pussy absolutely soaked with your own slick and her saliva.

an; anon thank u sm for this request i had LOTS of fun writing it😵‍💫😵‍💫 and thank u for the nice words about my writing, it means a lot !!!!

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deblklesb · 1 year

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[Head Over Heels — Abby x Reader Oneshot]

[rugby player!abby, artist!reader, fluff, pining]

cw: reader is a total mess, abby is brother's friend. there's not explicit content but still MDNI.

a/n: I've put my whole simpussy in this, like... reader is a loser lesbian and this fact is totally self-inserted, sorry not sorry. again, so so sorry for the wait! this is just some fluff with reader being a simp, a mess, all over the place for abby anderson teheehee 👉🏾👈🏾, i hope you like it anon!!!

word count: 3,4k | not proof read

!reblogs are highly appreciated!

The cool winter wind was reaching your face as you pedaled to your class, high speed across campus because you were late. The alarm didn't clock, you took too much time eating breakfast, and now you wish to all the heavens the teacher has not arrived yet.

Your brother was very much confused when you started to run around the house this morning.

"I didn't know you had class, you usually wake up first so I assumed…"

"The alarm didn't clock", you yelled from the bathroom, brushing your teeth as fast as you could, but decently.

Now, the open buttons of your shirt allowed the wind to come in so you wouldn't be as sweaty. Fixing your hair after parking and locking your bicycle, you greeted someone working and headed to the room, so frustrated to get late to your favorite class.

"You're lucky our model for today is more late than you", the teacher said as soon as you got inside.

"Sorry, Ms. Addams", your smile was weak. You wanted to disappear, that was your favorite teacher.

The only tripod available was in the front, no one liked it because the lightning from there was so confusing it messed up every sketch. Lucky for you, during winter the sun isn't that bright, so you fixed your stuff and just got a moment to breathe. Being a teacher's pet didn't mean sitting in the front, that was new for you.

"Hey, what happened?" Gloria, your friend, reached out. "You're never late"

"My alarm", you shudder, sighing. "Well, I'm here now. We just have to wait for the model"

"I heard is some girl from the rugby team"

Well, that's news. Your teacher is doing some work indeed, trying to expose her students to different body shapes and all.

"Nice. Perhaps she's nice and will carry me around, my legs are burning from pedaling so hard", it was a joke, a silly one, but as soon as a woman who wasn't enrolled in that class got in, you knew she could definitely carry you around. You also knew that because you knew her.

She was probably the biggest woman you've seen in person, and absolutely the most beautiful.

Freckled, creamy skin on her arms and face, honey-blonde hair in a braid that fell on her shoulder, a firm and strong body worthy of an athlete. Her clothes were simple, just cargo pants with a plain shirt and boots, but boy, oh boy, she was looking gorgeous. As always.

"Sorry for the time, boss, I had to get out later from early practice", for some unknown reason, her voice, too, sounded too good to be true and made you melt inside with just a simple phrase that wasn't even directed to you. "Hope it doesn't mess around with the class"

"It's okay, Abigail. And you don't have to call me boss, we've talked about it", your teacher smiled fondly, hugging the tall woman and making obvious the size difference. You were probably the same height as the dark-skinned woman, so that means you were as high as Abby's chin. Being next to her on other situations made you very self-aware of that fact.

This useless information would always make you squirm. This time it was on the chair in the middle of the class, hoping for all the God's nobody noticed.

"Kids, this is Abby. She will be our model for today and two other classes, so make use of the anatomy to study properly", she was very comfortable next to the rugby player, which made you deduce they knew each other well. "Well, now go prep yourself, darling, we have to start"

"Do I… Take everything, or something?" Just the mention of her being nude made your mind buzz around and it wasn't a good sign, considering you had to focus to draw.

"Keep your underwear, please", the older woman smiled sympathetically, turning around and heading to the back of the room, her usual initial spot in every live reference class.

Abby took off her boots and left next to an empty chair, starting to undress then.

Nobody was looking at you, but you tried to keep it cool and professional. Ignoring the heat on your face and the sweat arising on your palms, you looked at Gloria to hide your embarrassment and noticed she was looking back at you trying not to laugh.

"You're very gay", she whispered, making you roll your eyes and then look at your empty sketchbook. She wasn't wrong, though, you were very much a lesbian and it was obvious.

Those type of reactions were normal whenever Abby was around, but you could definitely go through that class without it.

You put effort into abstracting the sensations and feelings that make room into you as soon as Abby stands in the small, lifted platform in the center of the room, the ambient light hitting her just right. She positioned herself in a simple form, waving briefly at you from there when she spotted you in the front. You did the same back, a small smile to be nice - but not too big to give it away that being around her made you almost piss your pants - and then you all started to work

It was a figure drawing training, something you usually hated because you had to think too much about form, proportion, perspective and lightning. You loved to do loose sketches and grew very fond of gesture drawing, too much for your liking, so that now that you had to stick to the forms and not the rhythm and movement, your mind froze a little. Despite that, you loved doing art and loved that class even though it had nothing directly linked to your major.

Abby had strong features, in the sense of focus. The muscles of the arms and legs, the shape of her face, the abdomen and her whole posture caught your attention too much. It wasn't just the imagery, but a whole set of little elements that formed a distinctive energy. Even the braided hair was part of that, and at each second, each line traced and marked shadow, you tried to remind yourself that it was a class.

After 10 minutes or so, she took a break - admittedly, you had no idea how those models stood still for so long. While she stretched and relaxed her muscles, people started to talk with each other around the room, the small buzz of conversations surrounding, as you turned to Gloria.

"I'm dying here", you whispered, stretching your hands and fingers a bit. "She's so pretty"

"I have to admit… She is very handsome. I don't usually hang out in your brother's dorm so I don't see her often…"

"They're together all the time, I am very lucky to have my face shoved into a book all the time because then I don't have to have buckled knees around her" Gloria laughed at your despair, the whispers almost a cry for help.

"Let's gather our focus, people", Ms. Addams called, and just like that the break ended.

Although the object of analysis was Abby's body and structure, you just had to make a small drawing of her face. Shading and putting too much effort, you ended up doing another one. And by the time the class ended, you had a main figure drawing of her body in the first pose, two others of her face and another simple sketch. A very productive class, and you felt yourself bursting with inspiration still.

"I have a class in five minutes, so I'll have to go now, boss!", the blonde reached to her clothes as people started to pack their stuff. You tried not to look at her figure too much, but took your time putting the material in place just because, y'know… Care. It had nothing to do with the possibility to look at her from afar a little bit more.

"That's okay, Abigail. Thank you for your help, same time next week. Send a hug to your father!", Ms. Addams waved goodbye.

"Hey" you looked up from your backpack when Gloria tapped your shoulder. She pointed to the door, where Abby was standing, ready to go. The blonde was looking at you, a smile on her face. "Tell your brother he owes me twenty bucks. See ya!"

"Okay, bye", you nodded and chuckled lightly at the comment, imagining the type of bet they both must've done this time.

As soon as the other students started to get out, your friend gave you small punches in the arm, giggling.

"Stop!", you felt your face warm, it was so fucking ridiculous to be like this around her every time. And the worst part is that she didn't even notice you that much, so you were a head over heels with zero hope.

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"What do you mean you were naked around my sister?!" You rolled your eyes with the discussion, ready for the mess your brother was about to make.

"Nobody was naked, I had underwear!" Abby's voice was playful, but you knew your brother was two steps from going serious about it.

"Stop being a drama king, asshole", you grunted while going to the kitchen, not even looking at them to escape the risk of drooling over the tall woman sitting on the couch.

"Hey, I'm the big brother here, I was supposed to be looking over you!" His voice started to get a pitch higher, you could imagine the indignant face already.

"You don't even give me rides home, too busy with your flings", you shout from the kitchen now, filling up your bottle.

You were trying so hard to focus on studying a subject you were not interested in, ready to throw it in the air to watch some Ghibli movies instead. Filling the water bottle was almost an excuse to get out of that madness, but having to hold your reactions because of Abby's presence was not ideal.

"That's right, get him again! Get him for me!" And now her voice is closer, almost like she's in the kitchen with you. It makes you flinch slightly, almost dropping the bottle before you turn around to see her strong figure on the entrance.

"Look, you touch her and I will fucking throw that rugby ball right into your face!"

"Jesus Christ, Matt, shut up! Nobody is keeping you from your shit, leave me alone?! It's just Abby!"

Your mom would be annoyed to be around you both, good thing you lived together alone.

"Yeah, Matt, it's just Abby!" She repeats.

You finally look at her properly. She has a simple shirt on and sweatpants, it's casual but it looks too good on her - as usual. Her hair is down - you loved her hair down - and a scrunchie lies on her wrist. Her freckles are so visible from where you stand, it's almost like cute details painted directly on her face to compose the most beautiful work of art.

"I would like to see it, by the way", you snap out of your trance with her words directed to you.

Her hips touch the kitchen counter when she's one step closer, a sympathetic smile making your hands tingle and her tone weaker now that she's just talking to you.

"What?"

"Your drawings. From the class"

"Oh-", you look away, trying to come up with an excuse. "But… We still have other classes to go. It's better to see it at the end and all… And they're not even that good", you're holding that water bottle for your dear life, afraid that it slips from your hands due to the sweat.

"You don't wanna show me, that's fine", she chuckle, hands up in acceptance.

"It's not that, it's just-"

"No, I'm not being funny, it's serious. If you don't wanna show me, it's okay. Was just curious y'know, after all I'm just standing there. Don't know how you do whatever you're doing"

That's the most you've ever talked to Abby, and she's so nice. Genuinely trying to make you comfortable. And it makes you fucking sick, you just wanna spit out that you would like to have her posing for you every day for ever, to have her like your muse, to kiss her face after drawing it millions of times- You're such a loser.

"Oh, I get it…" you nod, trying to come up with a good response. "Well, I guess after the classes, I mean when you stop posing for us, I could show you whatever I did. Just wanna be more confident, it takes a little bit more of time to be familiar to the subject"

"If that's your saying, boss lady, I absolutely believe it", she's smiling wider now and you just wanna scream into a pillow about how incredibly cute her cheeks are.

"Okay, ahm… I have to go back to the room… To study other stuff that is not art, unfortunately", you point to the corridor, mind going blank with the mere proximity between you both. "So, uh… See you later?"

"Hope so. Good study session", Abby gives you space to get out of the kitchen.

The rest of the afternoon you keep repeating that interaction in your mind. Analyzing you every word and wondering if she thought you were, like, embarrassing.

Still, the image of her cute cheeks when she smiled at you and the way she seemed really interested in your drawings took over your attention, it was all you could think about the rest of the day because you're such a simp and she's so beautiful. Fuck this.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

It's now game season, which means that the college campus is a mess. Everybody seems so agitated, a buzz surrounds each corner while posters adorn the walls and murals, calling for the next big rugby game.

The hype around the event kinda mobilizes you too, even though you're not even that into sports. You're actually so out of this type of entertainment, but eventually if you sit to watch with your brother you get so excited and exalted that it almost looks like you've been following the teams forever. Matt actually thinks it is so funny that you keep asking him the rules and then start to scream at the TV once you'd pick it up enough to finally enjoy the match.

"If they don't kick their asses I'll actually lose fifty bucks" Gloria reveals as you both enter the building for the art class.

"Fifty?!" Your eyes almost jump from your skull. "Do you have that much faith in our team?"

"Well, don't you?"

"I don't know", she laughs. "Really, I don't follow them… But if you bet fifty bucks, they must be at least decent"

"Your girlfriend is a good player, if that's what you wanna ask", the taller woman smiles at you with that suggestive manner.

"I didn't ask!"

"But you were thinking about it"

"Shut up." You definitely were. "And she's not my girlfriend" Unfortunately.

As you both enter the room, early enough this time, you recall the fact that it's your last class with Abby as a model. Something inside of you mourns the future absence of such a big source of inspiration for you. Your sketchbook (the personal one) has pages filled with drawings of her - you didn't tell anyone, but you went through her instagram page and used some gym photos as references.

One night you brother stormed in your room and you had to close the book as fast as possible, trying to mask your embarrassment. If he knew that you were so into Abby, he would be a hundred percent more unbearable.

"Hey, teacher", the tall woman soon walked in the class, backpack and a massive bottle of water on one hand. "Last day, uh?"

"Yes, dear", people started to settle for the beginning of the session, fixing materials and angles. "I would like to thank you for your time and disposition, I imagine it isn't easy to stand in front of a class of stranges that are meticulously looking at you", everybody chuckled. Abby took her shirt in the corner, putting the clothes on a chair. Against your will, you absolutely checked on her. But life wouldn't let you have it, and so, like being conscious of your actions, the blonde glanced back at you, which caused you to face away immediately. Jesus fucking Christ, could you be more obvious? "So thank you, again, and I hope you somehow enjoyed the experience"

"I certainly did, boss" She smirked friendly, going to the small platform in front part of the room and standing with arms on her back, legs slightly spareted. Why on earth was she so good looking? "I don't really mind the looks, after all there are dozens of people staring at the games and judging us all the time, so… Well, thank you too for inviting me, it was truly nice! Needing againg, I'm here for it!"

You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to the side, Gloria was smirking like she knew something you didn't.

"You'll get your pages wet with all the drooling", she muttered.

"Wanna see who gets the pages wet?" You playfully put a hand on your own watter bottle, having her giggling.

"Well, let's begin, shall we?"

Einstein for sure had a point with relativity, because that class flew away like a lightning for you. The biggest pity of all, since Abby wouldn't be there after that day.

Once again you end up doing a main drawing of her body, using the remaining time to put some doodles of her face around it. It was like this for every class, different than the ones she wasn't the model. However, by that time you were already used to sketching her - hence the alone sessions in your room - so you could do much easier work now. You hoped no one noticed this fact, because a question about how you got so instinctive when drawing Abby would be blatantly dodged.

You already could tell in detail the difference between her arm muscles and the last model, for example, but not only the imagery of it: you thought about the biological singularity of her muscle development.

As soon as the class ended, you closed the sketchbook and tried not to think too deeply about the whole situation. It would be fine. Abby would stop being the model and so you would see her less, consequently thinking about her less and moving on so easily. Like, so easily.

"Hey", you froze with her voice, more specifically when noticing that it was almost next to you. Her face was the first thing you saw when looking up from your backpack. "Are you coming to the game tonight?"

"Should I?"

"Well… I could use some cheers", she was still shirtless. Heck, she was still in her intimate clothes.

You were not thinking about how she used a simple bra and nice black boxers.

"I thought you had plenty. With all the staring", why were you being so sarcastic?

"Your staring is kinda different, if that's what you wanna hear", she smirked, crossing her arms. Good lord, save me from barking in front of her with all this attitude. "And I would like you there"

"So maybe I'll go", you shrugged, trying to be cool about it. Something inside of you said that maybe you were being too cool about it, maybe she would think you don't really care; that's not what you want her to think. Shit, were you doing this wrong?

"Don't tell your brother I asked you this while almost nude, I don't think he would let me get close to you ever again", her chuckles were so cute, she was so cute. You were so done.

"Oh, do you want to get close to me again?" Abby stepped back while still smirking, everybody seemed to be out already - though you couldn't tell exactly, she was still your main focus.

"Maybe" Now she shrugged, finally getting close to her clothes again. "Preferably when he's not around"

What was that? Oh, probably your heart skipping several beats.

"Talking like that, I might as well think you're hitting on me, Abby" The most surprising thing was how you weren't laying down on a puddle at this point. Instead, you were chuckling back, hands sweaty and stomach twisting in a rush.

"Am I?" She grabbed her pants. "You'll probably have to come to the game and see!"

After another smirk from her, you just shook your head and walked away from the room with a simple "See you later then".

The interaction started to play again in your mind, Gloria was standing outside with wide eyes and a smile fighting to appear. That adrenaline rush made your mind a whirlwind.

"What the fuck was that?!" Your friend whispered, holding your arm and following your steps.

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abby anderson x fem reader.

you take abby, your best friend, to a gay bar.

warnings: alcohol, smut, oral sex, fingering, public sex. (all r!receiving).

hii !! happy pride month to you all ! <33 um .. so here's my gift in honor of this month hehe !! .. some friends to lovers w/ smut !! 💌💌 this is my first time writing like ,, proper smut (??) so i'm sorry if it's bad aah. .. anyway !! tysm for all the love on my posts!! makes me so happy !! ee <33 bisous !! 💭 💋 (ps this gif is so OHMGOD .. her nose . need her so bad)

“you owe me, now.” abby said before opening the bar’s door, holding it for you. you rolled your eyes and walked into the crowded place, abby following you. it was loud. some people were dancing while others were sitting in corners, drinks in hands. you held abby’s wrist and walked through the dancefloor, making your way to the bar.

you sat down on a stool, and looked at the crowd. “you didn’t tell me we were coming to a gay bar.” abby yelled next to you. “well, if i told you, you would’ve said no. plus, it’s fun! you’ll see.” you answered, playfully hitting her shoulder. she smiled and called for the bartender. “what are you doing?” you asked abby who was holding her wallet. “are you blind? i’m paying for our drinks.”

“no, you’re not.” she put thirty dollars on the table, looking back at you, smirking. “yes, i am. you owe me even more, now.” you looked into her eyes and smiled. “whatever.”

the bartender came back with your drinks. “yours looks good! can i taste it?” you said as abby took a sip from her drink. she licked her lips and handed it to you. “didn’t realize it was so sweet.” you brought the straw to your lips, feeling abby’s eyes on them. the drink was indeed sweet – it tasted like cranberries and strawberries. you could barely taste the alcohol in it. you looked back at abby, the the straw still in between your lips. you noticed how her cheeks slightly turned pink when you turned to her. “s’good! really good.”

she smiled and took a sip from her glass. as she was looking at the people around, you took the time to look at her. she had her shoulders on the table, her hand holding her head and the other holding her drink. her hair was in its signature braid, two strands of hair falling on both sides of her face. she was wearing a black shirt and a pair of jeans. “are you done looking at me like that?” you could see a faint smirk on her lips. “don’t know what you’re talking about.” she chuckled and turned to you. “sure, love.”

the minutes passed and you were on your third drink. “can’t believe you’re still single. you’re tellin’ me no one wants to fuck you?” she snorted and looked back to you. “yeah, that’s exactly why i’m single.” abby was still sober, despite her second drink. you, on the other hand, were a little drunk. “d’you wanna dance?” abby shook her head. “c’mon, abs!” you whined. she drank from her glass and turned to you. “i’m not gonna dance. but you can go, i’ll stay here.” she smiled softly. you nodded and walked in the crowd of dancing people.

abby looked at your silhouette as you jumped and danced next to other people. she would’ve been a liar if she said she didn’t find you pretty tonight, or any other day, really. you were wearing a white shirt, some of the upper buttons undone, almost revealing your chest, and a tight pair of black jeans. you were smiling, and probably yelling the lyrics of the song that was playing.

“hey.” a girl sat next to abby. abby smiled politely at her and drank from her glass. “d’you wanna..” the girl said, bringing her index and middle finger on the sides of her mouth, her tongue out. abby looked at her, confused. “uh, no. thanks?” the girl sighed. “can i at least buy this gorgeous girl a drink?” she smiled and started rubbing abby’s arm. “no, sorry. i’m not interested.” abby said, shaking her arm. the girl didn’t bother saying goodbye and left.

abby focused back on the crowd, looking for you. it seemed you moved from the spot you were a few minutes before. abby looked around; on the other side of the bar, or in the sitting corners – but you were nowhere to be found. “god, where is she.” abby tried to call you a few times before realizing you had left your bag in her car.

she got up and went straight in the crowd, saying ‘sorry’s as she pushed people, trying to find you. she ended up asking someone if they saw you, describing you. “oh yeah! she was with this chick, and they went to the restrooms. they’re probably going at it right now!” the person laughed. abby clenched her jaw, thanking them and walking through the crowd towards the restrooms.

she opened the door. and there you were; sitting on the sink, making out with some stranger. abby walked towards you and grabbed your wrist, almost making you fall. “what the fuck!” you yelled out. abby walked out of the restrooms and still held your wrist firmly. you tried to get out of her grip but in vain.

once you two made it out of the bar, she let go of your wrist. you looked at her, angry. “what’s wrong with you?! i could’ve gone home with her!” abby was breathing heavily. “i’m the one that’s supposed to take you home!” she took a step back and brought her hands to her face. “christ.” she whispered. “you’re just jealous! because you don’t have anyone to kiss!” you yelled out. abby chuckled. “mhm. sure.” she answered, staring at you, crossing her arms. “it’s not because no boys want to shag you that you get to ruin my one night stands! you don’t get to ruin that!” you said, pointing a finger at her.

you were now close to abby, your finger almost touching her. abby was still staring at you, her arms crossed. “you come here and you ruin my fucking life – just like that!” your voice cracked a little. “you don’t get to do that, abby! stop doing this to me!” you shouted, trying to push abby. she didn’t move one bit.

abby held your hands in hers, making you look up at her. “are you done?” she asked gently. you didn’t answer, your eyes going up and down between her eyes and her lips.

she smiled and kissed you softly. “do i get to do that?” she smiled. you nodded, your lips finding hers. “please.” you whined against her lips. abby took you back to her car, opening the back seat door.

“here?” you asked, unsure. abby smirked and kissed you. “mhm. we both need it, don’t we?” she closed the door. abby started leaving kisses on your neck. “but – what if people see us?” abby bit the skin on your shoulder and looked back at you. “don’t worry ‘bout that.” you smiled and kissed her.

she kissed your neck as she unbuttoned your shirt. “fuck –” she said as she cupped your breast in her hands, making you gasp. “i knew you weren’t wearing a bra.” abby licked your left nipple before sucking on it, making you moan. she did the same with the right nipple, while pinching on your left one. you could feel her cunt against your knee, rubbing against it each time she moved a bit. “fuck – abby... i need you. please.”

she sucked the skin in between your breasts before unzipping your pants. “wait, abs. you’ve never done this before, have you?” she looked up at you and smirked. “i’ll just do what i’ve been dreaming of, i guess.” you blushed at the remark and leaned down to kiss her before standing up a bit so she could pull your jeans down to your ankles.

“look at that.” she said, caressing you through your underwear. “is that wet spot just for me?” you looked down at her. “mhm. for you.” she slapped your clothed cunt, making you bite your lip. “it better be.”

she didn’t take your underwear off at first. she brought a finger to your lips and traced your slit. you brought your hand down. “no.” she said, holding it. “you don’t get to touch yourself. i’m the one who gets to do that tonight.” she smirked at you before putting her face between your legs, her nose against your clit and her lips against yours. she moved her face in order to stimulate your clit and licked you through the fabric. “please, abby.” you rubbed yourself against her nose, moaning each time it felt a little too good.

“do i get to taste you? you owe it to me, don’t you?” she said, playing with the elastic of your underwear. you nodded frantically letting her pull it down with your jeans. she groaned at the view. “s’pretty...” she parted your lips and smiled. “so wet f’me..” she brought the tip of her index finger and rubbed it in between your lips. “so fucking wet.”

you looked down as abby was leaving small kisses on your inner thighs and over your clit. she put her tongue out, making you moan. “such a pretty pussy.. all f’me.” you couldn’t help but grind against her face. “please, abby. need you...” you whined. she lowered her mouth, her tongue was now playing with your lips. she looked up to see you mouth open, eyes slightly closed – you looked gorgeous like that. she took two fingers to part your lips before she pushed the tip of her tongue inside you. she groaned, feeling the warmth and wetness on her tongue. she continued licking, earning beautiful sounds from you. your hands found their way behind her head. you were shamelessly grinding against her as her tongue went deeper inside of you.

she groaned whenever you moaned her name, whenever she felt you push her head forward. “abby – fuck. feels s’good.” you pouted. abby moaned and took her tongue out, looking up. “you taste so good, my love.” her lips were pink and glistening with your juices, you whined at that sight. she kissed you, making you taste herself on her tongue.

abby sat next to you. “don’t close your legs, just yet.” she ordered, putting her hand between your thighs. her hand made its way to your clit. you gasped when she applied pressure on it. “want you to cum on my fingers, baby. can you do that?”

“mhm!” you tried to hold your moans, as she rubbed your clit, looking out the window next to you. you almost forgot that you were in her car – too focused on her. “don’t look outside, baby. look at me.” she ordered.

she kissed you passionately, rubbing your clit at a faster pace. you started grinding into the seat, making abby smile. “you’re making a mess, aw.” you whined as she slapped your cunt with her other hand. “such a good girl.” abby said, getting some of your wetness up to your clit.

she continued rubbing it, adding more stimulation when she used her other hand to play with your breasts. you couldn’t stop moaning, your hips moving against abby’s hand. “‘m close.. abby.” she smirked and kissed your neck. “you owe me, remember? so you better cum when i tell you to.” she whispered. you clenched around nothing – which abby noticed and quickly used the hand that was on your breast to finger you. “let’s see if you can take two fingers, mmh?”

abby put her index and middle finger inside of you, making you gasp and moan when you felt them moving inside of you. “fuck. abby! please!” you were a whiny mess, begging abby to let you cum, moving your hips in chase of your orgasm. abby smirked when she felt you clench around her fingers, pumping in and out of your cunt faster. you were moaning loudly, and she secretly hoped that the girl you were making out with earlier heard how good she made you feel.

“i’m gonna cum!” abby kissed you, rubbing your clit with her thumb as her fingers curled up inside of you. “c’mon, cum for me. cum for me, y/n.” she continued to finger you, rubbing your clit faster. you opened your mouth against her lips, a loud moan coming out of it, her fingers still inside of you as you finally came. abby kissed your jaw as you were catching your breath. “mhm, just like that baby. such a good girl.”

she looked down while pulling out her fingers out, looking at how much they were glistening. she brought them to your mouth. “open for me.” you opened and sucked on her fingers, making a ‘pop’ sound when letting them out. “s’good.” abby kissed you, licking your tongue.

“it was so good, abs...” you said, putting your jeans back on. you looked at her and kissed her. “i don’t owe you shit now, do i?” abby smiled. “mmh, do you?” she joked before kissing you once more. “c’mon, i’m taking us home.”

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 7 months

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hi! could you write the bachelor/ettes with a m!farmer that dresses very fem? like— with all the stuff that's stereotypically related to girls?

Heya 👋 Sure, why not.

I honestly didn't know what format to choose. At first it was going to be big stories, but I thought it would be too long to read lol. Thanks for the ask btw! 💕

SDV bachelors/ettes with male!Farmer that dresses very fem:

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Abigail was filled with envy because Farmer is a man who could wear whatever he wanted and not be told by his parents that he "had to dress properly". Amethyst lover still has to listen from mom that "a lady should wear a skirt" or from dad "a lady should this and that". Ugh... Oh, and Farmer looks gorgeous! Damn, Abby's jealous >:/

"You're such a weirdo, what's with the girly clothes?" Alex should have learnt not to say the first thing that comes to mind out loud, but we all have our flaws. Athlete has nothing bad to say towards the Farmer himself, but clearly doesn't understand his taste in clothing. Neither does he understand why Sebastian is always walking around in black clothes. Farmer looks... alright, Alex think. But he just doesn't get it.

Oh, how happy Emily is to have another person in town who loves to express himself through clothes! Everything is harmoniously matched, the fabric is of the best quality.... And most importantly, the Farmer feels comfortable! The blue-haired girl doesn't care that it's "not for a man". Emily can make clothes for Farmer according to his style, if he doesn't mind of course!

In the past, Abby had been teased for dressing like a boy, and Sebby had been insulted for having long, "girlish" fringes.... More than once Sam has threatened to hit the offenders with his guitar if they keep it up. So if Farmer gets harassed too, he shouldn't hesitate to ask Sam for help. Farmer looks cool, by the way!

To be honest, Farmer's fem style of dressing for Penny is rather extravagant. The young teacher is modest by nature and with old-fashioned ideas about how men and women should dress. On the other hand, she admires Farmer's courage to express himself and not afraid to be judged.

There were at least three times in Sebastian's life when some tourists picked on his "fem look", namely his tight jeans and black-painted nails. The local emo even then knew that judging people by their appearance is a complete nonsense, so he would not react to Farmer's atypical clothes in the bad way. And Farmer look cool, though Sebby is not a fan of his style, preferring everything black.

Yoba, is this the latest collection from the same famous designer that Haley always orders clothes from?! She recognises these clothes anywhere. Haley thought the new farmer always wore dirty overalls. And these clothes look so stylish on him! What? Who frickin cares if the clothes are feminine, the Farmer looks great! Slay! 💅

Shane was about to open his mouth and comment on Farmer's, as he think, ridiculous outfit. But then he remembered that it wasn't his place to judge people by their clothes, considering that his everyday clothes were a torn blue jumper with Joja's logo on it, pizza-stained shorts, and ragged crocs. After Emily's clothing therapy, Shane will have a little change of heart. But in general, he doesn't give a shit what Farmer wears, even if it's a trash bag.

"Hey, you look great." Believe me, Farmer, Leah's words are genuine. This woman is always used to being honest with people, and she will honestly praise her friend's appearance. Because a lot of people express themselves in different ways. Leah chose to express herself through creativity, while Farmer chose to express himself through clothes, and that's totally cool.

Harvey marvelled at the fact that Farmer walks around in these clothes and is completely unafraid of criticism..... No, no, don't get him wrong, Farmer looks good! It's just... In a way, Harvey is jealous, because he has to sneak around to aerobics in fear that some of the other bachelors will see him and make fun of him. But you know, just seeing Farmer has inspired the doctor to be braver.

Although in Maru's situation it was not about clothes, she too had to deal with this type of conflicts. Her grandparents told her mom, Robin, that her job as a carpenter was "not for women", while her father's relatives condemned Maru's passion for inventions as "not for young lady". How nice that Maru's parents were supportive and that Farmer has also defied criticism and is doing what makes him happy. Don't listen to anyone and do what your heart desire!

Quite extravagant, but Elliott even likes his style. Farmer definitely has the taste to pick colours and accessories harmoniously. What? Judging? Pfft! Dear friend, when Elliott lived in town before moving to Stardew Valley, the people there also tried to ridicule his clothing choices, calling him a dandy and, pardon his language, a "pompous peacock." Ugh, some people just have no taste! But at least Elliott has excellent clothing taste. And Farmer has it as well!

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv abigail #sdv penny #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv shane #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #thanks for the ask!

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obsessedelusional · 11 months

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the new recruit

paring ✦ Abby Anderson x fem!reader

summary ✦ You’re the new WLF recruit. Isaac makes it Abby’s responsibility to get you situated. Letting the both of you know, you’d be patrol partners and roommates. Abby’s immediate dislike for you is obvious. You don’t let that stop you from trying to get closer.

word count ✦ 3.3k

authors note ✦ Bro I have so much Abby content in the works I love this women with my whole heart (I need her) anyways… hope y’all enjoy

Feedback & Reblogs are helpful and extremely appreciated ♡

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Abby was sat alone in her room, when there was a knock at door. She lets who ever is outside know they can come in. To her surprise it was Isaac, followed by an unfamiliar face. You’re stood there behind him, listening to him talk. Abby half hears what Isaac has to say, too busy admiring you. You’re blissfully unaware nodding along to Isaac’s instructions.

“This is our newest recruit. We picked her up on the north side of town. Her name is Y/N.” Isaac explains, you smile at Abby waving slightly when he introduces you. Abby smiles back, pretending to not look too interested.

“I want you to introduce her to everyone, get her situated. She’s going to be your roommate. Oh and you two will be patrolling together.” Isaac talks, before saying his goodbyes and leaving the two of you alone. Once he’s gone Abby continues to look at the new recruit, pretending to size you up when in reality she’s just checking you out.

Abby thinks you’re gorgeous. Too gorgeous. In the way that everyone’s eyes are gonna be on you. The thought made Abby’s heart sink, quickly pushing that away. She has a feeling that the guys at the base we’re going to be swooning over you, fighting for your attention. Abby didn’t want that but she’d never do anything to stop it. She’s just Abby after all, she thinks and you’re you. You’re drop dead gorgeous.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You finally speak, making Abby realize she was staring too long.

“It’s...nice...to meet you too,” she forces out. Deciding she should be nice enough to you, considering how much time you’ll be spending together. Co-workers and roommate. Abby turns her back to you.

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The next few days seemed to be filled with awkwardness between the two of you. Your many attempts at being friendly with Abby always shut down. Abby was determined to be nothing more than your superior, teach you everything you need to know. That’s it.

She slowly started to grow a dislike for you. Abby felt as if she was being constantly outdone by you. With the way you laughed, walked, talked. Every little detail about you was perfect. Abby couldn’t tell if she was attracted to you or if she felt inferior. Or both?

One thing that Abby could not deny - you were a nice girl. You were friendly and tried to strike up conversations with her. But Abby never was in the mood to make a new friend. Pushing you away every chance she got. Growing irritated watching you fit in so easily with everyone on base. Making friends so simply. Something Abby struggled with. You ignore Abby’s constant criticism and shutting you down, trying everything to get her to open up.

“Hey Abby.” You smile, entering your shared room. Abby pretended as if she didn’t hear anything. Didn’t matter because you were now standing next to Abby’s desk inches away from her.

“What?” she asked finally, annoyed.

“Just came to see how you’re doing?” You ask, smiling.

“Just fine.” She stared at you blankly, a slight scowl on her face as she prays for you to leave. She had no intention of allowing you into her life anymore than she already had.

“Do you wanna get lunch together?” You ask, ignoring her obvious distaste for you. You watch as Abby thinks about it for a moment.

Abby rolled her eyes and looked up at you. “You know what, why not.”

“Cool.” You smile, leaving the room hoping that Abby would follow. She does.

As the two of you walk towards the mess hall. It was clear that Abby was not exactly thrilled to be there. Abby didn’t want to make friends, she barely wanted to be in your presence as it was. However, you were going to be living together, so she figured she may as well at least get to know you. Even if it pained her.

You both entered the mess hall together. You grab a plate of food for yourself as you scanned the hall. You take notice that nearly every soldier’s head turned towards them as you both walked in.

Abby could instantly tell that they all thought of you as the new chick on base. All desperate for a piece of your attention. The same couldn’t be said for Abby. She had been here since the war with the Scars started. Being the way she was, she often was alone going unnoticed.

You decide to sit at an empty table, wanting to give Abby you’re full attention. Hoping that made she’d talk to you about anything at this point. Abby slowly walked to the empty table and sat next to you. She did her best to contain her scowl as she took a seat next to you.

“Let me just say, I’m not one for small talk,” she said bluntly crushing your dreams of connecting to her. But you’re persistent, to the point of be annoying sometimes so you press the issue.

“Why not?” You ask. Abby stayed quiet for some time. For a moment, she considered not even answering.

“I prefer to focus on what I have to do rather than waste time on pointless conversations.” She sighs, as if the question was ridiculous. She takes a bite of her food when she’s done speaking.

“So what do you enjoy doing around here?” You ask, completely disregarding her obvious unwillingness to talk.

“Oh, I enjoy plenty of things. I enjoy being out on patrol and coming back exhausted but knowing that I did a good job. I enjoy the food these cooks prepare for us.” Abby said dryly.

“Is that all you enjoy? Do you ever do anything fun?” You ask, feeling bad for Abby’s sad outlook on life. Abby stayed silent as she thought about your question.

“Fun? Fun is not something that soldiers need to think about.” Abby responds. She was not against having some fun. But the idea of having fun in the middle of a warzone was completely foreign to her. She’d spent years trying to keep her mind on the mission and not get distracted by the little things.

“That’s not true at all. The other soldiers think about having fun. They’re having a party tonight. That’ll be fun.” You respond.

“A party?” She asks her tone filled with curiosity.

“Yeah. Like people getting together to drink, dance and talk. You should come.” You explain before extending the invitation.

Abby stayed quiet for a moment, her curiosity growing by the second. Manny and the other soldiers had metioned parties before but she never cared to go. But now that she had actually been invited by you, she seemed to be reconsidering her thoughts.

“I’ll come,” she finally spoke.

“It’ll be so fun.” You smile before telling her when and where the party would be at.

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Soon, it was time for the party, and Abby found herself standing outside of the room where it was supposed to take place. She had taken her hair out of the braid she wore every day, letting it flow free. Wearing something other than her typical WLF uniform. She spent way too long deciding what to wear. Unsure what one even wears to a party. Only to end up wear jeans and a simple tshirt, hoping it was good enough.

Abby walked inside the room, already getting looks from nearly everyone there. Because no one was used to seeing her in this type of environment. Sure she was invited to every party before this but she never showed.

One person, however, caught her eye. You were standing near the food table. You were talking to several guys, each of which seemed to be hanging on your every word. She can’t control the eye roll that follows, seeing you surrounded by those men.

You look up from the conversation and your eyes meet Abby’s, you smile noticing her. She instantly felt that she had made a mistake by coming to this party. Abby walked through the crowd awkwardly, making her way towards you.

“Abby I’m so glad you came.” You smile grabbing Abby’s hand and walking away from the group of men. Using her arrival as the perfect excuse to get away from them.

Abby followed after you, her heart pounding heavily. You seemed to be in her element at this party, and it was clear that you was enjoying herself. As she looked around, it made Abby realize that she, on the other hand, was not having a good time. Thinking that the two of you couldn’t be more different.

“Thanks for the invite,” Abby finally says, trying to stay positive for your sake.

“I really am glad you showed up.” You respond.

“Thanks,” she says flatly. Abby forced a smile to her face, but she was unable to hide her awkwardness.

“Do you want a drink?”

“Sure.” Abby nods, “Whatever you’re having.” She was not a social person, and being in such a crowded space with everyone looking at her was making her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Wondering if they were looking at her or you? Or both? Probably wondering what you could possibly be doing here with Abby.

Her thoughts are cut short, when you hand her a drink. Not really sure what to do she takes a long swig, not liking the taste whatsoever. She looks around the room, everyone around her was laughing, dancing and having a good time. Yet, Abby still felt like this was the worst day of her life.

“You look miserable.” You tease, taking a sip out of your drink.

“I’m great. I’m having a fantastic time.” Abby fibs, not even trying to hide her lies. Her tone heavy with sarcasm.

She takes an unnecessarily large swig out of her drink. She was not sure how to act in front of these people at a party and it was stressing her out. She thinks about how you two seemed to be the polar opposite. You seemed to be the popular girl around here. Everyone was obsessed with you. Yet for some odd reason you were stood here with with Abby. She wonders why.

“You wanna dance?” You ask, interrupting Abby’s thoughts.

Abby had never danced in her life. In fact, for her entire life she had thought that dancing was a complete waste of time. But, now she realized that it was something she needed to do in order to at least pretend that she was enjoying herself. Or maybe it was the liquor in her system giving her a little confidence.

“Sure,” she finally spoke after what felt like an eternity.

Abby finished her drink and handed the empty cup to you. Then, she made her way to the dance floor. She looked back at you, waiting for you to join her. You quickly finish your drink, toss the evidence and follow Abby out onto the dance floor.

Abby awkwardly started dancing. The people around her seemed to be dancing with great enthusiasm, but she wasn’t able to do so. Her face was completely blank and even with you standing next to her, she didn’t know what to do.

She was always used to having the most strict routine in her life, always something she had to do. Dancing was just a waste of time in her eyes, and she had no idea why anyone would ever want to do it. She kept dancing, however, as she wanted to impress you at least a little bit.

You can’t help but laugh at Abby’s stiff dancing, so you grab her hands and move her around a little more freely. Abby felt her heart flutter for a moment as you grab her. It was a feeling that she hadn’t experienced before, and despite wanting to keep things strictly professional, she felt herself wanting more. As you continue dancing with Abby she starts feeling a lot more comfortable.

“See you’re a natural.” You laugh, as Abby starts to let loose a little.

Abby looked at you as you talked. She was actually having fun and it was all thanks to you. Abby was now even thinking about how she may of misjudged the new girl in her life.

“Yeah,” Abby replied, her heart beating quickly. “I guess you’re right.”

The upbeat song comes to and end and is followed up by a slow song. You and Abby look at each other momentarily both of you could sense the chemistry changing between you two. As the song starts, you move closer to Abby. Wrapping your arms around her shoulder, looking at Abby intently as you two start swaying back and forth slowly.

Abby’s hands naturally travel to your waist, eagerly pulling you closer. You were a lot closer to her than you have ever been before, causing Abby’s heart to beat even faster. Abby had hardly any experience with flirting or dancing, but everything about this felt right.

As she stared into your eyes, she suddenly had the urge to lean in and give you a kiss. But she doesn’t, knowing that it would be inappropriate due to the fact that she was your superior. You rest your head on her shoulder, dancing close together.

Abby’s heart was beating so quickly that she felt like it would beat out of her chest any second. Abby felt like her relationship with you was changing in more ways than one. She no longer hated you. Instead, she thought she might even like you. She can’t help but feel like maybe those thought had been here all along and was just now coming to the surface. Just for a moment Abby’s problems in life seemed to be far away. All she cared about was you and the way that you made her feel.

“You’re actually pretty good at this.” You tease, whispering in Abby’s ear. Abby suddenly could feel herself blushing. She could feel your warm breath on her ear.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Abby replies. Your only response is to laugh, resuming the resting position on Abby’s shoulder.

Abby was lost in thought. She didn’t want to leave this moment. She knew that she wouldn’t get an opportunity like this again, and she finally understood why Manny was constantly trying to get a girlfriend. She could see why people sought out romance.

“I’ve actually never danced before,” Abby finally speaks.

“Why’s that?” You ask.

“Because I thought it was stupid and a waste of time. There was no point in dancing when I could be spending my time doing something productive.” Abby admits. It was so strange to say those words out loud. But, it was the truth and Abby didn’t want to hide anything anymore. She was tired of hiding who she was. Especially around you.

“Do you still think that?” You ask, lifting your head to look at her.

“No.” Abby’s answers quick. “I’m so glad you invited me tonight.”

“Me too.” You smile.

Abby couldn’t help but smile back. She felt a sense of warmth that she hadn’t ever felt before. She was completely out of her element, but that didn’t seem to matter at that moment. She only cared about how you were making her feel in this moment.

The two of you were completely wrapped up in the moment that when the music stopped, the reality of the world around you came crashing down. Abby couldn’t come up with something to say or what to do. Too caught up in the moment they both shared and not wanting it to end so soon.

“Do you want to get another drink?” You suggest, breaking the silence.

“Okay,” Abby said with a nod. She could help but want to be alone with you. She lets you lead her back to the kitchen where the drinks are. She watches and you dig through the ice chest, pulling out two drinks. Abby takes a sip, it tastes better the second time around.

“So…what should we do next?” Abby asks, feeling extremely lame as it comes out. Not sure how to keep this going but not wanting it to end yet.

“I don’t know. You have something in mind?” You ask with a smile, taking a sip.

“Uhhhh…I…guess…we…” Abby suddenly felt herself turn red as she tried to think of something. She didn’t want to leave your side. She wanted to get you alone but also didn’t want to go back to the room because it would be too awkward there.

Abby can’t get an answer out, your stood there patiently waiting. When a man fills the gap between you two, obviously drunk. The sigh that leaves your mouth is loud.

“Hey, I was just wondering if you wanted to comeback to my bunk?” He smiles, slurring reeking of beer. Moving way too close. Abby watches as the man approaches you and tries to flirt with you. Curious how’d you would react.

“No thank you.” You snap, pushing him away. Causing Abby to chuckle at the sight.

“Whatever fuck you.” He laughs stumbling away. You roll your eyes as he walks off. Abby admired the way you handled that, your ability to shut him down so effortlessly.

When you finally look back at Abby shes already staring at you. She wanted to get closer, to kiss you, and to express to her how deeply she felt so suddenly. But, that wasn’t appropriate given the fact that both of them were soldiers. Abby was starting to feel frustrated with herself. For caring about whatever everyone else thinks even at expense of what she wants.

“What are you thinking about?” You tease, moving a little closer grabbing Abby’s hand. Noticing Abby deep in thought as she looks at you.

She didn’t know how to respond. Scared to say out-loud how she truly felt. Instead, she just continued to stare at you. She was completely and utterly enthralled. She continued to hold your hand, hoping that her feelings would be transmitted through touch. You gaze goes from her eyes, to where your hands meet, and land on her lips. Darting back up to her eyes when she notices you looking at her lips.

Abby’s heart almost skipped a beat as your eyes focused on her lips. She could feel a heat rising throughout her whole body. She slowly leans in towards you. Slowly Abby closes the gap between you two, pressing her lips to yours. The feeling sent shivers down her spine and her heart raced even faster than it did before. She hadn’t felt this way in her entire life. She was completely and utterly lost in the sensation of your touch.

Your hands move to her head, pulling her in closer. Abby melted at the feeling of your warm hands on her face. She was completely lost in the moment, completely unaware of everything else. Everyone watching. She was too lost in the moment to realize. You’re the one to pull away, smiling as you do.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” You ask with a smirk. Abby hesitated before she finally spoke up.

“Yeah…that was actually what I was thinking about,” she quietly responded. The music starts again, you don’t even ask this time dragging about back out to the dance floor. The two of you start dancing again, only this time more touchy than before. Kisses shared between the two of you, every so often.

Every time your lips met, Abby felt a wave of emotions course through her body and her stomach would flip. She felt completely and utterly happy, completely consumed by the feeling of your lips on hers. Thrilled to spend the rest of the night with you, do whatever you wanted. She felt a little worried but excited because she realized quickly she’s probably going to spend the rest of her life letting you do whatever you want.

#abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #the last of us #tlou2 #tlou #the last of us 2

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janitorhutcherson · 7 months

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Apocolypse (Mike Schmidt Fluff)

haiii guys mike schmidt fluff that’s not edited that i wrote for sophie girl plz enjoy💕

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It was cold, rainy, dark, and the mild smell of mildew wafted through the kitchen from the leak we were far too broke to fix as I stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce on the stove for the 100th time this week. Abby’s comfort food, spaghetti, had been the only thing she’d promised to scarf down this week, since she’d reverted back to her state of pre-teen defiance. Mike had refused to oblige in the beginning, but I reminded him that this was not the first instance of this, and that a week later she’d be back to normal.

There was a constant tsunami of negativity in my head, convincing me I belonged everywhere and nowhere all at once. The Schmidt family were my family, too. I knew this. Mike reminded me of this every day he called me ‘wife’ as an endearing pet name, when he would remind me that we need to go grocery shopping for our shared space, or when he’d mention a planned future vacation. Abby called me her sister, told me she loved me, and even called me names during fights as if I were blood.

This was home, but why couldn’t I allow myself to relax as if it was?

Abby was currently in her room, finishing up some homework she had so desperately tried to avoid until Mike demanded she get it done before dinner. Mike was nowhere to be seen, that is, until a pair of arms drifted around my waist, kissing my neck and interrupting my endless flow of mind numbing thoughts. My brain refocused on the task at hand, the sound of Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex playing from the low radio in the background, adding a softer ambience to what once felt like a tense space.

Mike’s body tensed up against mine as our skin touched, almost as if my muscles had sent him a single of distress, calling out for help like some sort of helpless stranded person at sea. His chin fell down to rest on my shoulder, his breathing heavy against my ear as he slowly began to sway to the music as he always did. He loved music and always had. Soft melodies quickly replaced the habit of crickets and rustling leaves at night, something I’d soon grown accustomed to after many nights of sleeping aside a snoring Mike Schmidt.

“You okay, baby?” Mike asked sweetly in my ear, continuing to sway side to side as I stared down at the spaghetti sauce that was seconds from burning if I didn’t refocus my attention. I leaned forward, turning the eye of the stove off and pushing the pot back, allowing the boiling pasta to continue to cook. I didn’t react to Mike, causing him to shift from foot to foot, the change in his weight distribution felt in my back. “C’mon, honey, talk to me,” he mumbled out, spinning my body around so that my back was leaned against the stove, my eyes facing into his worried hazel ones.

A sigh escaped my lips as I noticed the worry etched into his face, a sight that always made my stomach drop and my heart pound in a bitter sweet way.

He cared, but he cared so much he was hurt.

My eyebrows furrowed as I forced a smile and Mike frowned, shaking his head. He didn’t say much else but instead mumbled a simple ‘come here,’ and once again his arms were wrapped around my waist, this time in a loose manner. He began to sway our bodies back and forth again, this time with his forehead placed on mine. I could feel his breath and hear the loud ‘thump’ of his heartbeat and I couldn’t help but to smile, closing my eyes and basking in the moment.

Got the music in you, baby, tell me why…

As the music played, Mike leaned over and turned the radio up, his hips now moving with mine at a less subtle but still melodic pace. His hands rubbed gentle circles at the small of my back as his giddy smile seeped directly into my core, causing my cheeks to heat up as he looked at me with that love struck look that hit every single receptor possible in my body.

You’ve been locked in here forever…

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Mike muttered to me, furrowing his eyebrows as he leaned forward to press a soft, sweet, tender kiss to my lips. Fireworks went off in every part of my body as I felt like I was vibrating, my head starting to spin.

And you just can’t say goodbye…

A small laugh left my lips of embarrassment as I looked into his eyes, my arms hooking around his neck as I moved my body with his now, pressing my body to mold with his perfectly as it always did. We were like complex decorative lego pieces clicking into place every time, made for each other in a way that we couldn’t fit with anyone else. I closed my eyes for a moment, basking in everything I could.

“Your lips, my lips,” Mike sang out loud this time, his teeth showing with his cheesy grin. He was off key and he sang it low, his voice cracking, but god, I didn’t care. It was like an angelic siren song from heaven to me.

“Apocalypse…” We finished off singing together, both of our eyes now closed as we basked in the love that beamed off of the other. I became painfully aware of my silence, the thoughts that once drowned my brain like a tsunami taking over subsiding. I took a short but steady breath as I played with the baby hairs on the back of his neck.

“I love you, Mike Schmidt,” I said, my voice dripping with sap that it always did when my feelings for him became overwhelmingly apparent. Mike’s eyes opened to lock with mine once more as once of his hands came up to rest on my check. “And how I love you, sweetheart,” he practically sang out, our lips locking in one final quick peck.

Perhaps I did belong here, because even in the simpler moments where everything was suffocating, Mike Schmidt was there, his lips, my lips, a perfect puzzle piece snapping into place

I am always home in his arms.

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k1ngpin42 · 5 months

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✨Abandoned Lot ✨ (A Dinellabs story)

Request by: @Osteologistimposter

Warnings: Switch Ellie, Sub Dina, Dom Abby, fingering, public, threesome, other sexual stuff I don’t remember what honestly, minors DNI

Note: I’ve never even heard of this ship until this suggestion so bare with meee. Also Joel didn’t kill Abbys dad in this and Joels still alive too cause I mean 🤷 we’ve seen enough heart break in the show and game to have that angst with us today. Enjoy my pookies

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Ellie had never been the type to be subtle when she had a crush on someone. This wasn’t to say she was a flirt, in fact it wasn’t definite Ellie even knew how to flirt, but her blushing and awkwardness (more so than usual) when she’s around someone she’s into says it all. This worked in her favour when it came to her relationship with Dina, who practically did all that scary, first kiss stuff for her, and now they were happily in a relationship. Mostly.

After Joel saved some chic called Abby from a horde of infected, Jackson had recently allied with her large group in Seattle. Women, children, a LOT of soldiers, and both Ellie and Dina alike had been interacting with them a lot. It was no secret that Dina had found Abby attractive when she would help her move stuff between the bases, and Ellie had similar experiences when she took up the shooting range and found Abby already immersed in it, not missing a single headshot on any of the mannequins.

The two hadn’t brought their attraction up seriously, but Dina had made one or two subtle jokes about Abby “joining them” when Ellie and Dina would go shower or get changed for patrol, to which Ellie would react with “reckon we should ask her?” Or simply a playful smile or laugh.

They had never expected to be in the position they were in now. Or rather, positions- with Dina leaning up against a truck, sitting in only her underwear on the ground of the abandoned parking lot with Ellie’s hand on her waist, watching Dinas eyes roll back as her fingers curl inside herself, all while Abby’s hand wraps around her neck while she leaves a line of hickeys down one side of it.

“Look how wet our girl is.” Abby remarks as she notices the shiny liquid coating Dinas fingers. Ellie hums. “Let me get that for you.” Without much more warning than that, she puts her whole mouth over Dina’s clothed area, tonguing her clit like it was necessary for their survival, and getting a chorus of desperate gasps as a result.

Abby doesn’t miss the chance to put both her wide hands on the smooth skin of Dinas face, kissing her deeply and muffling some of her gorgeous moans. It’s not long before Dina’s first orgasm of their afternoon swirls in her stomach, washing over her hard and causing any and every thought she could possibly have shatter into a million, insignificant pieces.

“Suck for me baby.” Abby coos, presenting Dina with a rather large black strap. She blushed hard.

“You’re gonna use that?” She asks, causing Abby only more amusement.

“You can take it, sweet girl. Or would you rather I dick your girlfriend first?”

“No. No I can take it." Dina tries, and neither Ellie nor Abby believe that.

“What do you think Ellie? Should I give it to her nice and slow? Or all at once?” Abby grips onto Dinas thighs, thrusting her into a new position.

“Let her get stretched out….” Abby chants, more to herself than to Ellie. “See how her pretty little body reacts to the two of us, hmm?” Abby tilts her head, admiring the view of the two of them.

“Take off your top.” She instructs Ellie, who’s face becomes red, much against her favour as she battles to keep her composure, convincing Abby she isn’t the brat Abby could so easily make her be.

“Fuck..look at you.” She exclaimed, cupping one of her warm breasts and fiddling with Ellie’s sensitive nipple between her fingertips. Ellie gasps at the suddenness of it all.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” She adds simply, sucking on the other as she continues feeling it. Dina chuckles shortly.

“You two know how to make a girl jealous.” She remarks, and Abby pulls her mouth away, smiling.

“M’sorry baby. Ellie, kiss your girlfriend for me while I put this on.” Abby effortlessly puts the strap around her waist, gripping onto Dina’s hips.

“Good girl Ellie, now just watch for a second m’kay? If you be good I’ll reward you is that okay?” Ellie sighs, already internally folding at Abbys words.

“Yeah.” She replied, lamely. Abby offered her hand to Dina as she thrust at least the first quarter of the strap inside

“Sorry…it might sting at first, just hold onto me.” Abby explained, not taking her eyes off of Dina’s cunt and the way it greedily swallowed at the tip of the strap. “I…like it.” Dina admits, and Abby just nods, already knowing by the way her body reacted to every bit of contact Abby had offered her so far. She increases the pressure, inching more of it inside her.

“Oh fuck…” Dina remarks, eyes rolling back to her head. Ellie pools at the sight of them, already feeling desperate to touch herself, but she knows better than that. Besides, the thought of being fucked within an inch of her life as a punishment from the significantly stronger woman was too intimidating for her to consider right now. And so she just watched in awe as Dina takes more and more of Abbys strap.

Abby cautiously puts a hand around Dina’s throat again.

“Can I squeeze it? I’ll be gentle.” Abby grazes the question against Dinas ear, almost entirely inside her now. Dina was already so cock-drunk, which only added to Abbys arrogance as she moved effortlessly in and out of Dinas pretty body. Ellie and Dina rarely used a strap. Ellie claims it feels better natural, whether that involves grinding on each others thighs or pussies, Ellie preferred it that way. This was far different. It was hard, desperate, and Abby had so much control, more than Ellie ever had over her physically, and for some reason both Ellie and Dina were fucking encapsulated by that.

“I asked you a question.”

“Fuck…fuck sorry- yes…choke me please.”

“Please?” Repeats Abby teasingly, directing her gaze to Ellie.

“Hear how fucking polite your girlfriend is when I fuck her? I’ll show you what good girls- fuck- fucking get.” Abby groaned out, filling Dina entirely while fiddling her fingers over Dinas neck. Ellie let out a slight moan, which she pretended had not come out of her mouth.

“I’m sorry, did you say something Ellie? Or were you moaning without me even laying a finger on you like a fucking slut?” Ellie hesitated, she wasn’t usually this desperate. When she slept with Dina it was always passionate, equal. As there wasn’t usually much topping Ellie could just use her words to assert dominance. Words that Abby was using on Ellie right now, and that felt embarrassing and so fucking good all at once.

“I’m sorry just…please let me touch myself, you’re both driving me crazy.” Ellie pleads, not directing her gaze at either of them. Abby just smiles.

“Good things happen to those who wait.” Dina’s close again. The anticipation of her orgasm feels so fucking good her head feels like jelly. She’s a moaning whimpering mess, clinging onto the muscles in Abbys shoulders and grinding down on the strap like the perfect person she is. Abby moans back, sighing and gasping as she stretches the orgasm out.

“So…so close please…please let me cum.”

“That’s my good girl, you wanna cum? Okay, cum for me then Dina.” Abby kisses her harshly so that when Dina does cum, her wetness flowing between her thighs and even a little on the cold ground beneath her, she can practically taste her moans as they vibrate through her mouth. Dina continues clinging onto her for a while, riding the orgasm out, questioning if she’s seeing fucking stars for a while before they open again and the world falls back into place.

“You did so fucking good baby.” Abby tells her, gently lifting Dina off of the strap and reaching her hand to Ellie.

“I…I can’t cum like that.” Ellie blurts out, and the suddenness of her words make both Dina and Abby laugh.

“What?” Abby questions, still smiling. Ellie blushes more.

“I’d like to….but I can’t cum with just a strap I….need to be touched too.” Abby thinks for a moment, removing the strap and tossing it beside them.

“Sit on my face.”

“I- What?” Ellie practically gasps. Abby shrugs.

“You’ve been eaten out before surely….”

“Yes but, I’ve never sat on someones face, how will you breathe?”

“Don’t worry about me Ellie.” She grabs her arm and pulls her up so she’s near Abbys face.

“Your whole body weighs less than my warm up weight, now get on, and none of that hovering bullshit or I’ll fucking stop before you can even get your eyes back open.”

“Okay…”

“Yes. Abby.” Abby corrects. This is what makes her finally look Abby in the eye.

“Yes Abby.” Ellie murmurs, her face bright red. She cautiously sits on Abbys gorgeous nose. It’s not as big as Dinas, Ellie notes as she adjusts herself, but her pretty little nose bump immediately hits a place that causes a moan to escape her lips which sounds embarrassingly similar to that of pornography. Abby takes this as a sign to tongue ever so slowly between Ellies slick coated folds, moaning as she devours her taste. Ellie moans even louder.

“Fuck….Abby please…don’t tease me…need it.” Is all she can managed. Abby smiles into Ellie’s pussy, going faster directly on her clit, probably just to prove that arrogant, beautiful girl knows just were to put what. She sucks eagerly, not stopping even as Ellie whimpers and lets out a “I’m so fucking close Abby…” In fact, she doesn’t even stop as she swallows all of Ellie’s wetness with her thighs shaking, Ellie gripping onto Abbys braid as support, it was a sight to fucking see.

“Okay…okay please…please stop it’s too much.” Ellie begged, her hips bucking into Abbys face. Abbys pace still didn’t relent.

“Fuck!” Ellie cried, and Abby finally pulled away.

“There pretty girl, was that so bad?” Ellie gasped for air, still light headed from her orgasm.

“Fuck you.” Ellie teased, smiling. Dina smiled too and Abby pulled them both into her.

“I must say, I’m rather happy I almost turned into a runner that day.” Dina laughs.

“Yeah well, Joel can’t help himself when it comes to saving people. And doing things that are reckless.” This is when Ellie chimes in.

“It’s a gift, he says.” Abby kisses her deeply, then Dina.

“I’ll say.” Abby whispers to herself.

#tlou2 #abby anderson #ellie williams #dina tlou #smut #dinellabs

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nightmaree-eyess · 1 year

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One night stand

Abby tlou fic

Summary: you meet abby at the bar and have a one night stand

Smut Mdni 18+, masc abby,first person pov, female reader, public sex, strapping, fingering, nipple play, teasing, stone top abby

Word count: 8436

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“We gotta get you laid tonight” Dina said

“Yeah, when was the last time you even interacted with a woman that wasn’t platonic?”

Ellie and Dina love giving me shit about my love life. Just because they're in love doesnt mean I have to be! It was Ellie's idea to go to the bar tonight for operation “get me laid” (her words not mine). I'm totally fine with the life I live right now. I'm focused on college and don't have time for messy relationships. But they've been worried about me since my last relationship. It didn't end the best and I haven't been in the dating scene since. I didnt even entertain the idea of a hoe phase.

We walked up to the entrance of the club and the sound of muffled house music echoed through the streets. I stare at the door and take a deep breath preparing myself to enter.

“Are you ok? I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to.” Ellie said concerningly

Dina nods in agreeance

“Yeah im fine just hyping myself up”

“You'll be fine and whenever you wanna leave just tell us and we’ll go” Dina said

We enter the club and they're playing early 2000’s music. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all. Even if I don't get laid, I'm still hanging out with my best friends and having drinks.

“We're gonna go find a table! Will you get our drinks please?” Ellie yells over the music

I walk over to the bar and from the corner of my eye I see a girl, her dirty blonde hair in a french braid, carabiner on her jeans, emitting the most confident, sexy aura that I can feel standing 10 ft away. I lock eyes for a second and she gives me a wink and then she walks away.

“M’ame your drinks”

“Oh shit sorry”

I didn't even realise I was staring. Even though I was staring I didn't even get a good look because she was gone as fast as I noticed her.

I grabbed our drinks and Dina texted me what table they're at. I make my way over and I scan the crowd for the mystery girl. I think I lost her and that wink was the only action I was getting tonight. Pathetic.

“Ah man wtf”

Fuck…

“Shit im so so sorry i wasn't paying attention to where i was going this is all my fault im so sorry let me venmo you for the shirt im-”

They turn around and I realise I just bumped into the girl that winked at me. I stand there dumbfounded and flustered.

“It's ok, honestly. It was getting kinda hot in here anyways so thanks for the refreshment.”

She takes off her button up to expose her sculpted muscles and her patchwork tats. Holy fuck this woman is my dream woman. Now all she's wearing is her wife pleaser and she wasn't wearing a bra because I noticed her nipples hardened.

“Please at least let me pay you back for the shirt i feel awful”

“I know another way you can pay me back,”

I give her a questioning look

“Dance with me.”

I was not expecting that response. But i accepted cause i would be lying if i said i wasn't looking forward to hanging out with this beautiful woman.

“ i don't even know your name”

“Its abby”

She reaches out her hand and I place my hand in hers. They’re calloused and I wonder what she does for work, what her hobbies are, but it's hard to get to know someone when the music will definitely give you hearing damage.

She's pulling me to the dance floor and “Hot in Herre by Nelly” was blasting over the speakers. The music fills me with nostalgia. I'm taking in this woman dancing in front of me. The colorful lights make her look ethereal and so gorgeous. It feels like it's just me and her on the dance floor and no one else is in the room.

She grabs my waist as the song “Crazy in love by beyonce” booms across the club. We barely talk because there's no point if we can barely hear eachother even when we're touching. She stops for a moment with her arm still around my wait. I give her a concerned look at first that melts into admiration. I cant believe out of everyone in the club she chose me. She could've been mad about the drink and stormed off but she didn't. She was kind about it.

We lock eyes. And before I know it she's pulling me in for a kiss. The sounds around me are muffled. I almost dropped my drink to give into pure submission. She holds my face and moves her thumb in circles on my jaw. She smells of pine and citrus and it's dizzying. Her lips are as soft as clouds and I'm already hypnotised.

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Our kisses get more frantic, sloppier. Kisses that will leave our lips bruised and swollen. She grabs my ass and I hitch my breath. I grab the back of her neck so my kisses land more deeply. I'm already getting wet and we were just kissing. Wow, maybe I do need to get laid. I break the kiss and a trail of spit keeps us connected.

“Meet me in the bathroom, big stall”

I walk off and make sure no one else follows me into the bathroom. After a minute i hear a knock on the stall

“Its me abby”

Her voice is raspy from yelling and it's so sexy.

I pull her into the stall and start unbuttoning her pants as we kiss when she stops my hand

“Are you ok? We can stop”

“Yeah it's just that…i'm a stone top. I prefer to give than receive.”

I let her take the wheel and we started kissing again. She pulls my hair enough to expose my neck and she plants kisses sloppily. She's definitely going to leave hickeys but I don't care.

She's hiking up my dress frantically. God, I'm already so wet. She cups her hand around my cunt.

“Going commando eh? Less work for me”

Im moaning into her neck while she palms my clit. My legs want to give out already but Abbys is holding me up with her muscular tatted arms.

“Oh fuck abby” i moan in her ear

That must've drove her crazy cause she takes 2 girthy fingers and teases my entrance. Then slowly she slips them in and I enter another dimension

“Oh my god you feel so good”

I grind my hips to match the movement of her fingers. My wetness dripped down her hand. Abby's grunting in my ear and it makes me feral.

“F-faster abby”

I could barely get the words out

“I want you to come on the count of 5. No sooner. No later. Can you do that for me princess?”

I almost came right then and there

“Mmhmm” is all i could get out

She starts counting

‘’1…” she whispers in my ear

“2…” i could cum right now

“3…” she's going faster and she added her thumb circling my clit. I almost lost it.

“4… you're doing great you're almost there”

I'm being loud at this point but I don't really care. This feels so fucking good.

“5.”

I grab a fist full of her hair and mess up her braid. I cum all over her hand and scream in ecstasy. I almost fall over but Abby catches me.

We kissed for a bit and I realised I don't want this to end.

“Wanna come over to my place? I live right down the block?” I whisper

“I would love to” she kisses me

I take her by the hand and let Dina and Ellie know I'm leaving. They give each other a confused look and then put the pieces together. They were probably wondering where I was all night. I'll have to apologise later for ditching them but they'll understand.

I walk up to my apartment door and Abby hugs me from the back taking in my scent, leaving more hickeys, which makes me drop my keys, flustered. I bend down exposing between my legs and Abby cups my ass in her hands.

“Damn cant even wait to get through the door” I say teasingly

I open the door and she spins me around and leads me into my own apartment by my waist. She closes the door and we kiss each other like the world is ending. She leads me into the kitchen on the left and lifts me up on the counter effortlessly.

“You smell so divine, I can smell you from up here” Abby said raspy and deep

That makes me horny all over again

She spread my legs with her hips, planting kisses down my body. She takes my dress off and throws it on the floor. I'm vulnerable and naked now. She presses kisses on the tops of my breasts, leading down to my nipples. She takes my right nipple and starts sucking on it. I tilt my head back in pure bliss and let out a little moan. She works her tongue around my nipple while sucking, giving little flicks with her tongue. It's driving me wild. You need her inside you. But in a different way. You stop her for a second.

“Are you ok?” she asks worryingly

“Yeah of course I just wanna ask you something.”

She looks at you with a blank look

“I-I have a strap that I want you to use on me, if that's ok with you. I bought it because i thought id get more action but-”

She quiets you with a kiss

“I'd love to angel”

Abby smacks my ass as I run into my bedroom to get the strap and dildo. When I return she's sitting in the living room on the couch across from the kitchen.

When she sees the strap her eyes go wide with eagerness. I hand over the strap and she unbuttons her straight legged levi’s and her carabiner thuds to the ground with the jeans. She's wearing grey boxers and god i wish i could kiss her happy trail down to her pussy and eat her out. She puts on the strap and sits on the couch. And pats her lap. I walk over and straddle her. She grabs my hips to ease me on and the dildo slips in. I didn't even need lube since I'm so wet. I slowly bounce up and down, grinding my hips to hit the spot.

Abby grabs your tits and circles my nipples with her thumbs.

“You're so sensitive”

I picked up the pace and grabbed Abby's shoulders for stability. She notices and moves one hand down my body and slowly inches her way over to my cunt.

“Youre so fucking wet for me baby” she says like butter

Abby takes two fingers and circles your clit as you move up and down.

“Oh fuck abby right there. Im gonna cum, im gonna cum. Im gonna-” you scream in bliss as you lower your head in the crook of Abby's neck for stability and she kisses and bites your ear which brings on a second wave. Abby takes her hand and licks it.

“You taste so fucking good baby.”

She kisses me to prove to me that I do.

We ended up cuddling on the couch and I don't know when but I slipped away in blissful sleep surrounded by abbys huge, inked arms.

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In the morning I woke up to the space next to me empty. The apartment is quiet and I wonder where everyone is. All that was left of Abby was her scent in the cushions and the memories plastered in the walls. She didn't even leave a note and I never got her number. I guess she’ll just be a memory now.

#abby x you #abby x reader #abby smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby tlou #Abby fanfic #tlou #smut #abby anderson fanfic #tlou fanfiction #fanfiction #masc Abby #stone top

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good girl

Mike Schmidt x reader smut

contains : degrading (slut) , sort of dacryphillia if you squint, dom mike, p in v, blowjob, praise, use of daddy

MATURE 18+

Mike was a very introverted person. He didn’t like having loads of attention on him, in fact, he avoided it at all costs. When my friends would come over for girl talk and wine, he’d politely greet them before slipping into our bedroom to hide.

“So…” one of my friends turned to me, pouring herself another glass of wine. I was completely sober, mainly because I had to drive Abby to school in the morning and I felt that any proper host shouldn’t be black out drunk. “What’s up with Mike?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“What’s he into? He’s so quiet when we’re around, is he always like that?”

Shaking my head, I look back at our door. He’s probably asleep, I thought, he won’t hear me.

“He’s actually pretty kinky.”

The girls started to squeal, kicking their feet. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!” I giggled, “he acts shy around you guys but he’s…”

“He’s what?”

I sigh, “Girls, I shouldn’t be telling you guys this. It’s an invasion of privacy!”

“I literally just gave you an in-depth description of a blowjob I gave last week… you’re fine! This is just girl talk, we’d never tell anyone.”

I guess that’s true, Mike couldn’t be too mad. It’s just girl talk after all.

“Okay… he’s into the whole bdsm thing.”

More squeals follow, along with a few gasps and giggles.

“Really? Okay, be real with me, does he like the whole ‘daddy’ thing?”

I laugh, looking down at my hands before nodding.

“Okay… well what’s the kinkiest thing you two have ever done?”

Thinking for a moment, I feel my cheeks flush.

“He likes to tie me up sometimes, and he spanks me a lot.”

I hear a floor board creek behind me, and look back only to be met with Mike’s on me. He pauses for a moment, before continuing walking down the hallway.

“Oh shit.” I whisper to the girls, crossing my arms in embarrassment, “I am so fucked.”

—

By the time the wine was gone and the girls had left, I’d accepted my fate.

As I opened the bedroom door, I was met with Mike’s glare. He sat on the bed, facing the door, as if he were waiting for me.

“Undress for me.” was all he said, keeping his composure. His tone made me so wet. I rubbed my legs together as I slipped my shirt off slowly. I stepped out of my pants.

“Leave them.” He ordered as I began to remove my panties, and I nodded.

Mike stood up, walking over to me.

“Get on the bed, ass up.”

I did as he said, positioning myself in the way I always ended up by the end of the night. Mike has been obsessed with this position ever since we got a mirror right beside the bed. He loved forcing me to watch him ruin me.

He looked at me through the mirror, almost smiling.

“Since you want to be such a loud mouthed slut,” he began to tug at my panties, removing them himself, “I’m gonna fucking treat you like one.”

“I’m not a slut…” I decided to argue back. After all, my fate had already been decided, how much worst could it get?

“Is that so…? Well, you’re certainly not a good girl.” He held my panties up to my face, the wetness glistened in the light. “Because good girls don’t get off to embarrassing their boyfriends.”

“I’m sorry-“

He tutted, placing a firm smack on my ass.

“Don’t talk unless I tell you to. Do you hear me?”

I nodded, my bottom lip trembling, “Yes sir.”

“God, you’re such a bad girl. What happened to my good girl, I miss her.” He unclipped my bra, pulling the lacy fabric off of me and lifting me onto my knees. Mike examined me in the mirror, shaking his head.

“You’re too fucking pretty to be such a bad girl, you know that?”

“Yes sir.” Our eyes met in the mirror, a small smirk crept onto his face.

“No, I don’t think you do. I don’t think you understand how fucking gorgeous you are and how much it kills me that I have to punish you like a brat when I should be worshipping you.”

I hung my head in shame while also trying to hide my blush.

“No.” He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look in the mirror. “Look at my beautiful girl. Too bad she’s too busy telling her slutty friends all of our secrets to even notice how much I’d praise her if she were a good girl.”

“I’m sorry daddy.” My lower lip trembled.

I guess I had been really bratty lately. Teasing Mike any opportunity I had, talking back to him, whining. And now I’d embarrassed him in front of all of my friends. He was right. I’m supposed to be his good girl.

Hot tears began to pour down my cheeks. His face contorted, and he spun me around quickly.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Do you need to use the safe word?” He caressed my cheek, not taking his eyes off of me.

“No, I’m just sorry daddy! I’ve been such a bad girl lately. I wanna be good for you, please let me be good for you.”

He began to smile, patting my cheek.

“Aw, of course.” He laid me down on my stomach, my face directly infront of the grey bulge in his sweat pants.

“You’re too cute, so I guess I won’t punish you if you can make it up to me.”

I nodded vigorously, getting to work pulling down his sweats and boxers. His cock sprang forward, almost hitting me in the face.

“There, baby. Be a good girl and suck on it.”

I took him into my mouth, swirling my tounge of the tip the way I knew he liked. He groaned, throwing his head back with a pleasureful sigh.

“There’s my good girl.”

His words made my core flutter. I bobbed my head on his cock, earning more lewd moans.

Right as he was about to finish, he pulled me off, caressing my cheek. I pressed my thighs together, the friction causing a small whimper to fall from my lips.

“Are you needy, baby?”

I nodded vigorously, “Yes daddy.”

He smirked, “What do you want?”

Gesturing to his still hard cock, I hoped he wouldn’t tease and just give me what he knew I needed.

“Nuh uh, I have to hear you say it.”

“I- I want your cock.”

He tilted his head, putting on a look of confusion.

“Where do you want my cock? Hm?”

I bit my lip, blushing. “In my pussy.”

He smiled, flipping me on my back. “Well, since you’ve been so good for me, I guess we can manage that.”

Mike connected his lips to mine, before entering me slowly . His pace wasn’t the quickest, but he thrusted deep and hard, earning strained moans after every drive of his member.

He played with my clit with one hand, while holding one of my legs over his shoulder with the other.

“Feel good?” He asked teasingly, staring at my fucked-out face.

“Yes, can I cum, please?”

In a matter of seconds he flipped me onto my stomach, so that we were facing the mirror.

“Look at your pretty face when you cum. When I paint your fucking walls white.”

His pace quickened, which drove me to an orgasm. He came inside of me shortly after, staring at my face as he did so.

“Good girl.” Feel from his lips as he laid beside me, panting heavily.

“Thank you daddy.” I cuddled up to him, blushing. I was so glad that I could be his good girl once again.

#mike schmidt #fnaf #smut #fanfiction #praise #five nights at freddy's #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #degredation kink

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mxlktxa · 1 year

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ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ?

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴀᴜ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ; ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴡ; ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ (ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ 1996), ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ɪᴛꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ (ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʙʜ) ᴀɴ; ɪᴅʀᴋ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘʟꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴍᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴀᴋᴇ *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💮 ✧.*

"Do you want to have a baby with me?"

Abby turned to me with a blank face, slowly turning to confusion but with a little smile. I glanced around then back to her, puckering my lips and shrugging. Her chuckle soothed me a bit, knowing she wasn’t going to say or do anything out of pocket. She turned herself away from the dishes, hand in her hip and smirking.

“Yeah… A mini us,” I grinned. Abby pulled me close to her, kissing my forehead and letting her hand search for mine, “Just imagine! Our baby running around, ‘mommy, look at what I found’! Wouldn’t that just be so cute?”

“Of course. It melts my heart just thinking about it,” Abby flicked water from her hands onto my face, going back to do the remaining dishes.

After wiping myself down, I hopped up on the counter to take in her side profile. She was just so beautiful, so gorgeous. I just wished her father came around more often so I could thank him for making her the person she is today. And, of course, how amazing she looked no matter what she did.

“You good?” she asked, glancing at me then back to her dishes. I stayed silent, happily staring at her. She froze in place, now side-eyeing me. I let out a quiet giggle, covering my mouth.

“We should have a baby.”

“I’m not exactly equipped for that, y’know.”

“We can figure something out,” I nodded, “I read somewhere that you could use your bone marrow to turn into sperm.”

“Seriously?”

“Mhm! So you are equipped just not in the way someone would expect,” I gave Abby a smug look, blowing her a kiss and winking, “I want a baby.”

“Then let’s make a baby,” Abby giggled, after I do these dishes.”

I hopped off the counter only to stand behind her and hug her tightly, wishing the dishes would just so themselves so we could just cuddle and have time to ourselves. We could just talk, sit in silence, or be wrapped up in each others arms. Abby and I were just happy to be in each other’s presence even if we were pissed off with each other.

“Do you think I’d be a good mom?” I questioned not even really thinking about it at first.

“Baby, you’re nothing like your mother. I think you’d be the world’s best mom. The whole word would want to be you,” Abby chuckled, turning off the faucet and drying her hands, leaving the dishes to sit in the sink. Abby placed both hands on either side of my face, rubbing her thumbs on my cheek.

“Yeah?”

“Of course, baby. You’re the sweetest and kindess girl I know,” Abby kissed my forehead, hugging me tightly and swaying a bit, “you’d be an amazing mother and wife.”

We giggled at her comment, backing away in sync. Staring at each other, I started picking at my nails, Abby was making me way more nervous than I should be. Her eyes scanned my body language, obvious that I was a little skittish. A smirk grazed her face, now looking me up and down. I held back a giggle, staring directly into her eyes to try and show I wasn't intimidated by her whatsoever.

“What's the matter, Y/N?" her tone came out a little lower than what it already was, she knew that I wasn't simply nervous but a bit lustful as well, "you seem uncomfortable. Do I make you nervous, baby?"

"Really? You're using a movie reference? On me?" I laughed at her reference, shaking my head and crossing my arms at her, "oh, my god, Abby! No way! There's no way!"

"What?! Was it not good?"

"No, it was but that movie?"

"I think Bound is a good movie! They're literally us, you're Violet and I'm Corky!"

"I disagree, I would be a terrible Violet. But you as Corky? Beautiful."

"Shut up, you're perfect for her," Abby chuckled, bringing me in for a kiss. I rolled my eyes, closing the distance between us, both of our hands snaking around each other and our bodies producing more heat than they already were.

"You were definitely making me nervous," I backed away from her, pulling her towards the staircase with a bright smile, "Corky."

Abby scoffed, letting me lead the way to the bedroom, shaking her head, "I could tell."

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ellie-s-list · 1 year

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Light in the Darkness (1)

Abby Anderson X Fem!Reader, College AU, Multi-Part

Hello, I’m not dead, just twenty years old now. I’m also obsessed with Abby and Ellie from TLOU 2 so, here we are since I can’t stop thinking about them.

This will be a song-fic type thing, as I find it cool.

Pt. 2 can be found here

TW: Anxiety

Don’t come at me for typos, my brain’s confused

Chapter One

Drop Dead Gorgeous, Voila

“You take my breath away

With that face

Because she’s drop dead gorgeous”

Blondes were never your type. You didn’t really know for sure what your type was but one thing was for sure, it was that blondes never caught your eye. Yet this dumb, buff, Chad of a girl who always sat right in front of you, got your attention. She wasn’t dumb, like any meathead jock that snorted creatine like crack, she was quite intelligent. Maybe too smart. Definitely too smart for this pre-req Anatomy class. Yet, here she was, sitting in front of you in lecture, and sitting at a table across from you in lab as well.

During mid-term presentations, she was quite knowledgeable about the topic of cellular respiration. Her partner, rather, not so much. But that's when you knew. Just noticing this girl, Abigail as it read on the discussion boards, was just the beginning. Now, at the class after the midterm exams, you were staring holes in the back of her head. Eight weeks left, you weren’t going to make it without having emotional casualties.

“Of course,” The professor, Dr. Andrews, started talking as she walked to the front of the white board. “I know we just had mid-terms and a midterm presentation, but we have to start working on the final presentation.” She grabbed her clipboard, “I already picked partners for you, so no one is left out to do all the work this time.”

Her comment was directed at you. It had to be, since you were the only one to present alone. But it was okay, you didn’t care. Meeting new people was rough, awkward. Though, you couldn’t get away with doing projects alone forever. A couple students looked at you, then back to Dr. Andrews when she started talking again.

“Projects will be on whole systems this time, and it will correlate to lab, so these partners will also be your designated lab partner,” Dr. Andrews then looked down at her clipboard to seal your fate. “Abigail Anderson,” She called, looking up at the blonde sitting in front of you. Then she called your name, causing you to freeze. Dr. Andrews continued to call out names as Abigail turned to look at you, giving you a small smile. “You may now sit with your partners,” Dr. Andrews concluded.

There was a free spot next to you, so you nodded your head to it. Abigail seemed to understand as she gathered her things and stood up. You didn’t look at her when she pulled the chair out next to you.

You could feel Abigail’s eyes on you after she set up her laptop and notebook. Dr. Andrews gave the class ten minutes to socialize with their picked partner, but you didn’t know what to say.

“You can call me Abby,” The blonde said softly, “Do you have a nickname?”

“For you?” You asked, turning your head to face her.

“What?” Abby looked amused, “I meant for you.” She leaned a muscular arm on the table, propping her head on her hand.

You stared at her, “No,” You answered, looking down at the pencil you were playing with. Your hands were getting clammy, heart rate speeding up. She was actively talking to you, and she didn’t seem annoyed by your weird question. Although, this was your first conversation with her, so it could get worse.

“You had a nickname for me?” Abby asked, her eyes never left you making our anxiety spike. She was wearing a cut off tee with cargo pants, showing off her arm muscles. Her hair was in a Dutch braid, like it usually was.

“No.”

“Mmm, okay,” Abby chuckled, not pushing the topic. “You did the last project alone, right?”

That question caused you to look at her, eyes furrowed as you blinked at her. She seemed genuinely curious, even if her question had an obvious answer. She’s not dumb.

“I mean, yeah,” You answered, looking her in the eyes, then you looked at her face. Her skin was bright, slight acne scars, but nothing too bad. Her nose and cheeks had freckles, forehead and chin just lightly dotted. Abby’s lips were slightly chapped, but they were a pale red.

Abby licked her lips, bringing you out of your analysis of her face. She apparently said something, but you never caught it.

“What?” You ask.

The blonde smirked, her dark blue eyes scanning your face now. She then leaned slightly closer, causing you to stiffen.

“You do well with public speaking,” She relented, “Yet right now, this conversation seems one-sided. Are you nervous around me?”

Your mouth dropped at her question. Who was she to call out your anxieties? Immediately, you almost put up your defenses, almost cut her out of your life. But a rational thought brought you back. She was just being curious, maybe trying to become friends. And she wasn’t wrong about the one-sided conversation, or about you being nervous around her.

Closing your mouth, you turned your attention back to the pencil. “I don’t care what these idiots think about me, or how I talk.”

“But?” She prompted, her voice softening.

“You’re a potential friend,” You turn back to her. Surprised at the proximity she gained towards you, you flinch. Abby didn’t move, waiting for your answer. “Also, we’re stuck together for the next eight weeks.”

Abby stared at you, taking in the information. But she still didn’t move, instead asking, “Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“No,” Your answer was immediate, causing you to flush. “You seem to know what you’re talking about.” You turned your attention to your laptop, opening the projects rubric.

Abby hummed, seemingly satisfied with your answer, she leaned back into her seat.

After Dr. Andrews explained the project, she left the class to work amongst themselves. Abby didn’t push any further during class, instead pulling her own weight. You were thankful, having had partners in the past that forced you to do everything.

A few minutes before class ended, you decided to pack your items away. Abby decided to do the same, but you could feel her eyes watching you rearrange your items. As you zipped your backpack up, you heard Abby sigh.

“I should give you my number.”

You snapped your head to look at her, narrowing your eyes, “Why?”

The blonde didn’t seem phased by your reaction, instead she cocked her head, “So we can talk about the project.”

You thought her actions were cute, noticing how she kind of took on an innocence when she cocked her head at you. She seemed to not care about your hostility to the question, probably putting it together that you had anxiety. The conclusion warmed your heart, maybe friendship was possible. But, these qualities made the blond even more attractive to you.

Picking up your phone, you handed it to her, “You make a compelling argument.” She smiled, grabbing your phone gently. You watched her type her number in, then she placed your phone on your desk in front of you.

Abby grabbed her phone, handing it to you. You typed your number in, hitting save. Handing her phone back, you left your name blank so she could fill it with whatever she wanted.

“Do you want to join my table in lab?” You asked, changing her name in your phone.

Abby was silent for a moment, thinking your question over. You were nervous, having started the conversation this time.

“Sure.”

You nod, standing up, slinging your arms through the straps of your backpack, “See you then.”

The two of you had sent texts to make sure that you both had the right numbers. You smirked at her latest reply as you sat at your lab table.

From Abby (Chad) Chaderson

Hey

To Abby (Chad) Chaderson

Chad

From Abby (Chad) Chaderson

What?

You didn’t respond, rather you got your work for the class out. Thumbing through your lab book, you heard students start filing in. Movement out the corner of your eye caught your attention, causing you to look up. Abby was taking her seat across from you, placing her backpack on the table.

“Chad?” Was all she said. You smirked not looking up from your book, acting as if you were still reading.

“Hm?”

“So you’re secretly a gremlin,” Abby stated as Dr. Andrews walked in. You only shrugged at the blonde with a grin, turning your attention to the professor.

After a brief lecture, Dr. Andrews left the class alone to do the lab exercises. Abby was more talkative, not minding your brief answers as the two of you worked.

“What’s your major?” Abby asked.

“Reading,” You answer, writing down some data from your lab report.

“Funny,” Abby looked up at you from her own course work.

“I hope so, or else I’ll need a new job,” You smile, looking up to meet her eyes. Though, with that action, you froze. Your throat went dry as you took in her smiling face, the crinkles of the corners of her eyes highlighting just how often she smiled.

“So…?” Abby pressed, her smile turning into a sly smirk.

Swallowing thickly, you looked back down at your notes. Heat roast to your cheeks as you said, “Biochem.” Turning to a new page of your notebook you ask, “What about you?”

Abby hummed, “Pre-med.”

Tearing a piece of paper from your notebook, playing with it, “Rough.” You state, focusing on tearing it apart. Silence enveloped the table. God, why did you have to make things so awkward? “Why?” You decide to ask.

“My dad’s a doctor.”

“Makes sense,” You look at your paper pile that was forming in front of you. Humming you answer her curious stare, “You’re not dumb. You know what you’re talking about.” You then looked up at her, “You’re not the only one who noticed something during midterms.”

Abby smirked, “I guess not.”

There it was. The pit-fall in your stomach, your hands getting clammy. The racing of your heart, your eyes not being able to leave the person you’re getting attached to. The evidence was clear, with you not being able to get your mind off this buff, Olympic goddess of a woman.

Maybe Abigail Anderson was the blonde exception.

Posted: April 8, 2023

WC: probably 1,800

#abby Anderson #abby #tlou #tlou2 #TLOU reader #Tlou x reader #X reader #Abby x reader #Abby Anderson x read #Abby Anderson x reader #can’t type #Abby Anderson x fem reader #bi abby #tbh abby don’t like Owen #Owen kind of weird #hate Owen Sunday #even though its a Saturday #cupid is so dumb #Spotify

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xenodile · 9 months

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Abby! Oh my God I'm so proud of you, I know we don't talk as much because we (I, specifically me) suck at friending but from what little I've seen you went through some hoops this year and came out like a gorgeous flower on the morning dew, shining and fresh. May this year bring you marvelous things and may I keep the privilege of being able to interact with you in some way or even deepening our bond because you're such a great girl I swear you better have an even more amazing year. Dunno how many times I've done this but I'm not tired at all, I hope I can keep doing this because as I said before, it's been an honor and a privilege.

And I always look forward to hearing from you Cygnus! Our times together are few and far between but always memorable, and I wouldn't trade 'em for anything. Here's hoping 2024 is better for everyone!

#redwhitebreeze #Love ya Cygnus you're a good dude

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slytherinn-xo · 2 months

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I KISSED A GIRL ....... and i liked it Episode 2

This Pride party last night had me feeling so happy, just like a genuine feeling of joy was bursting through my body!

Like I have never been so happy being around so many queer people, and I have never been so over joyed and open and welcome by people I have just met. Could anything ruin this for me?

Honestly I'd say no, nothing could ruin this for me.

So waking up the next morning with my head resting on Georgia's arm, after falling asleep facing each other felt right. Like we didn't even mean to cuddle tonight, but it just happened, like it was meant to be.

"Morning." Demi was the first to speak up this morning as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

"Morning world!" Fiorenza spoke up as she was in her single bed, one of the only single beds in the masseria.

"Morning George." I told the girl I was in a couple with as she rested her head against mine, her bed head was a fun sight in the morning.

"Morning Lena." Georgia spoke up as she kissed the top of my head with a smile, holding my hand against my thigh.

Before we got all comfy again, only after all of the girls had left the bedroom, well bar Lisha and Abbie. I was the little spoon in our cuddle, as I held her left hand in mine, holding it close to my chest as I was practically nodding off again.

"Are you, like, open to exploring other people?" Lisha asked us as Georgia's hand ran up and down my thigh as we both just looked at the Welsh girl.

"What do you mean?" I asked Lisha with a sly giggle.

"Like are you two closed off to each other already?" Abbie this time asked us, as Lisha just looked at us with her cap on.

"Why are you asking these questions?!" I asked as I was profusely blushing under their questioning, burying my face into the pillows beneath my head.

"I want to know!" Abbie just told us as we, well I had to try and think of what to say.

"At the minute, I'm only really personally arsed about Elena. But that's just me." Georgia gave her answer as I just relaxed. not exactly answering the question.

"Oh what a way to put it George." I told her as I didn't even turn to look at her but I still felt her hand under the covers on my thighs.

"That's just me." I giggled as I tried to speak in a Yorkshire accent, but hilariously failed.

I was sunbathing as I had spent most of my morning doing with Lisha and Meg, when I heard a whistle get blown in my ear.

"Dios mío!" I shouted as I practically jumped from where I was on the sun loungers, looking and seeing Georgia stood there with a shit eating grin plastered on her face.

So we were all forced into some water sports in the pool, not that, ya dirty bastards.

But I refused to stay in there too long as I wanted to let my hair down, so I was first out of the pool, and first back to tanning, with Georgia lying on top of me.

"Buongiorno!" I heard a voice shout as I turned and saw Dannii Minogue walking back into the masseria with this gorgeous dress on.

"Hola!" I said with a wave as me and Georgia sat up to see what Dannii had to say.

"You're looking gorgeous!" Dannii told us all with a smile. "How was the party last night?"

"Fabulous!" I said with a smile.

"So a bit of fire?" Dannii asked us in reference to Meg's amazing performance.

"It's all right, I'll teach ya." Meg told her with a smile as we all laughed.

"I wish I could do that, I wish I could." Dannii just told us with a smiles. "Girls tomorrow night, you will all attend your first kiss off."

"Ohhhhhhh....." I just heard from Amy as she was in a dangerous spot, after I heard there had been a snog between Fiorenza and Meg last night during the pride party.

"The Kiss Off is your chance to commit to your partner with a kiss or to turn the other way in your search for love." Dannii explained to us as we all nodded.

"Do you want to kiss the girl that you're with, or are you saving your kiss for someone else?" Dannii asked all of us, and honestly and truthfully I could say I was not kissing anyone else in this place.

"Anyone left unkissed tomorrow night will be leaving the masseria." Dannii added in as this was just a whole nother set of nerves for some girls.

"OKAY! Hang on!" Dannii added as she went to turn around and walk away. "One more thing."

"Just to make things a little bit more interesting....." My eyes started to widen with a nervous laugh escaping, as Dannii looked at all of us.

"Girls you've got company." Dannii told us as we all got ready, as a new girls was entering the masseria.

I sat with the girls as we saw a figure looming towards us, as she was exceptionally tall walking into the masseria.

I just screamed into my hands for a split second, as I looked at the girl in more detail.

It was Eva.

My fucking ex girlfriend!

And I just looked at her in the eyes as she spoke up. "Hiya girls." Getting cheers from some of the girls.

"Keep it going, come on." I heard Eva call out to all of us. I was just silent as I looked Eva up and down, biting my lip.

I would be lying if there weren't still feelings there for her, but I'm happy with Georgia.

Georgia who I've only known a day, but I have well over two years of history with Eva.

But as she got next to Dannii, the lady spoke up. "Girls, this is Eva. Eva welcome to the masseria."

"Eva how are you feeling?" Dannii asked the Irish lass as I kept my eyes on her.

"I feel good. Everyone looks well, yeah." Eva spoke up, and I was already back down for the accent, she knew that was my favourite thing about her.

"Is it nice seeing an old flame again?" Dannii asked the girl, as my heart dropped into my stomach, she knew, and everyone would know now.

"Yeah, you're looking good El." Eva spoke up, and my heart was in my stomach. I could feel my anxiety creeping down my throat as I felt all of the girls eyes on me.

And even if they weren't judging me, it felt like they were.

"So are you." I told her with a small smile, trying not to let this affect me, but I was loosing. I had to be.

The looks I could feel myself getting as I felt the hand around my waist from Georgia's arm loosen as it dropped.

I just kept my eyes on Eva as I was truly so confused as to how I felt right here right now.

"Well I'll leave you girls to it, and have a nice catch up you two." Dannii spoke up, looking directly at me, and if I wasn't so shocked and stressed right now I'd have passed out from Dannii Minogue looking at me.

"Ciao." Dannii told us as she waved to all of us before leaving us in the Masseria with Eva.

"Eva." I told the blonde girl with a small look, standing in front of her as the last girl to welcome her.

"El." Eva just told me with a smile, as she pulled me into a hug, our bodies fitting together all over again just right, like they were meant to fit together.

I just felt her kiss the top of my head as she exited the hug, like she used to, it was a norm and having it back immediately.

Well I was ready to die, ready to pass out, like fuck my life!

But we made our way to the masseria, towards the couched area, so we could all get to know Eva. Well so everyone else could get to know Eva.

"You're about to get grilled." Georgia told the girl as she walked in behind me, still having not touched me since Eva walked in.

"Yeah! I'm sitting right next to you, so I can hear everything." Amy told her with a smile, as I literally sat at the end of the sofa not know how to feel.

"Okay, who's your top three?" Fiorenza asked of Eva as she sat on the other side of me, holding my hand, keeping me stead in the wate I was drowning in.

"Okay straight off the bat, you......." Eva pointed to a girl.

"Meg." Meg told her as I didn't even look at the girl, just picked around my nails.

"You." Eva told us next as she pointed to someone new.

"Amy." Amy told us all, well Eva as she grinned, or was grinning, I could hear it in her vice.

"And El." Eva told us all as I just felt my breath hitch in my throat. And I truly was drowning now, unlike any other time before.

"Oooooh, spicy!" Lisha told us all with a smile.

Naee was the first to speak up. "Yeah, strong, strong top three." Naee added to the conversation.

"Shall I come and show you around?" Amy asked of Eva, as she was quick up off the sofa.

Everything was just so much, like seriously, why did this have to happen to me. My ex just had to walk into the villa.

But after Amy went off to give Eva a tour, I could feel the eyes of some of the girls on me. And I just stood up, fixing my bikini, before I walked away from the girls.

My fingers quickly messing with the rings that littered my hands, as they shook quickly in my grasps.

"I'll go check on her." Fiorenza told the girls with a nod, before walking off after me, as I walked up to the roof top terrace, sort of running up the stairs. Taking two at a time.

"I'll come too." Meg spoke up as she left the girls behind. The new couple both followed after me, as I was so fucking confused, I just needed my people in here right now.

"What the fuck?" I told the two girls as I was so close to ripping my hair out right here right now.

"Baby!" Meg told me as she came and hugged me close to her.

"My fucking ex girlfriend?" I asked the two girls as Fiorenza joined in on the hug, resting her head on my shoulder. "I'm so confused."

"How long was you with her for?" Fiorenza asked me as I tried to keep calm in the moment.

"Like a year, a year and a half." I told the girls as I shook my head.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Meg asked me as she held my hand tightly.

"When we broke up a year ago, she ended things and left." I told her as I shook my head.

"Bro I think my hearts gonna leap out of my chest." I told the girls as I held my hand up, trying to calm my heart, as it wasn't helping me right now.

"Mate I don't know what the fucks about to happen." I told the girls as I leaned my head against theirs, this was all too confusing.

"How are you feeling though now?" Fiorenza dug in knowing me already after one day.

"This is weird as." I told her trying to laugh it off but it wasn't going to work. "You know what."

"I just felt the judgement coming from people, you know, like I could feel their eyes digging into the back of me, and I get rattled, and the second Eva said hi to me, George's......." I told the girls slowly.

"George's hand just left me, like she didn't even wanna touch me, what am I over thinking this, like did it mean nothing, did it mean something." I asked myself and the girls.

"But I need to chat to Eva, but where do I even begin with a chat like this, how do I talk to her about everything." I told the two girls who were my rocks.

"Yeah , it's all just coming back and It's like twatting me in the face now." I told the girls trying not to cry, but failing. "Yeah, fucking, I just, yeah, it's all just coming back to me now. That's the part that's emotional right now."

"Yeah, just seeing her brings back so many memories we made together, like I will never forget that year and a half of my life." I told them while I shook my head.

"She was the first, it was the first time I had ever let anyone in other than Jana and Bruna. After everything with my family happened, and I stuck to myself, she opened me up, made me feel so many things." I told the girls as I was opening and cracking in front of them.

Neither of the girls questioning my words about my family, neither of them asking prying questions while I was this vulnerable.

"I let my walls down for her, cared about her so much. And yeah, to see her again it's just like........" I told them all as I took deep breaths in. "It's fucked with my head so much."

"I'm gonna forever have a bond with Eva, she showed me so much love while we were together, and I'll probably always love her deep down in my heart, but it's a question of whether I still love her or not." I told the girls.

"Is there any form of feelings there for her, from you?" Meg asked me the all important question.

"I don't know." I just muttered shaking my head. There could be some feelings but is that just because she's right here in front of me and not in fucking IRELAND!

"Is there any form of feelings there for her, from you?" Meg asked me the all important question.

"I don't know." I just muttered shaking my head. There could be some feelings but is that just because she's right here in front of me and not in fucking IRELAND!

I just sat there, cuddled into Fiorenza's chest as I listened to her heartbeat under her tit.

I had to listen to the words I'd usually give to patients in a panic attack, as I listened to her heartbeat under my ear, with her breathing helping me focus slowly.

And I had to listen to her breathing as I slowly focussed in on it and I now followed it, trying to calm myself fully.

But I heard some steps come up the stairs towards us, and I kept my head in Fiorenza's chest as Meg and her looked to the girl who had come to join us.

"El........." I heard her speak up to me for the first time. But I couldn't look up. I couldn't have her see me like this.

I couldn't let Eva know this is the effect she has on me right now.

"Eva......." Fiorenza slowly told the Irish girl in front of us right now.

"Can I talk to her?" Eva begged of the two girls sat by me, both of them hugging me, protecting me as best they could right now.

"No." Meg told her in an instant, knowing it's what I'd want.

"I want to hear that from her. I need to hear it from her, that she doesn't want to talk to me right now." Eva told the girls looking at them with that look in her eyes that I remember when she needed a proper serious conversation.

"El......" Eva asked of me as I could feel her eyes change on my back as I pulled myself away from Fiorenza's chest.

"No now, please." I told her not looking her in the eyes. "Give me time, please, later we can talk." I told her as I wiped my eyes.

"Okay, you come find me when you're ready." Eva told me as I watched her walk backwards away from me, before turning and going down the stairs towards the masseria, and the girls downstairs.

Probably to Amy, who I could tell was so excited by just the idea of Eva.

"I feel so stupid, what a fucking cry baby?!" I told myself after a few seconds, like seriously, who cries over their ex randomly appearing.

"Babes, you can get upset over this, like it's something massive happening in here." Meg told me with a smile as she brushed a braid out of my face.

It took a while but we finally made our way off of the oof terrace, and down to the other girls.

None of them spoke of what was happening, and I just led there with Lisha, as we cuddled, surrounded by the other girls.

"All right Priya!" Meg shouted as we watched the gal run and jump into the pool. "Go on girlllllll."

"The only thing I wear in a day is track suits." Lisha told all of us as she leaned to sit in front of me on the sun loungers.

"Is it actually?" I asked Lisha as I didn't even own one pair of trackies.

"Like in the day........ If I'm going out on a night out, I'll wear a pair of jeans or whatever, or trousers." Lisha started to tell us all as I was pulling faces behind her back.

"But I have to wear boys jeans which is a lot baggier." Lisha added as I nodded, a baggy set of jeans are just the best.

"How do you guys feel about the word...... 'lesbian'?" Georgia asked us all, and these were the first fucking words I had heard from her all afternoon.

"I don't mind it, really and truly. I use it." Priya told us all as I just shrugged.

I don't exclusively use it, but that's just me, and my mindset after the attack it's safer for me.

"Do you?" Georgia asked Priya, like she has something against the word.

"I don't know why people shy away from that word." Priya asked of us, but it's so hard for so many of us.

"I just say I'm gay. Like I don't like using the word 'lesbian'." Naee told us as we nodded, I just say I'm gay to people all the time.

"Yeah, I've never used the term queer either." Meg added in as I nodded in agreement with he.

"I just say like, 'Oh I'm into girls'." Abbie told us as she joined us on the sun lounger, sitting between me and Lisha, resting her head on my stomach.

"Yeah." Georgia nodded.

"Or I'll say I'm queer." Abbie added in.

"yeah." Georgia told her back. "Thinking back to like school, like there was a boy that was interested and you weren't about it, it was, 'oh, are you a fucking lesbian?'."

"It's like, 'No I just don't fucking like you. You're a cock.'." Georgia told us as we all nodded at her.

I think for me it was so different as I grew up surrounded by Queer people in Spain, even when I was young, as I spent so much time around queer female athletes, and I'm still best friends with them now.

"Do you guys know why the letter L is the first letter in the LGBTQ+?" Georgia asked us as I shook my head.

"I remember......." I heard Priya start to say.

"No..... I don't." I heard another voice join in the conversation.

"For a reason........" Meg added into it all, as the voices collated together.

"You know, back with the HIV and the AIDs epidemic, obviously that was, it was, like, gay men, so nobody really wanted to help them." Georgia started and I could already see where this was going.

"It was lesbians that wee helping them and like, nursing them......" Georgia started to tell us.

"Go on gal." Naee slapped my thigh, knowing I was the only one of us in healthcare currently, not knowing my struggles.

I just pursed my lips together, today was not my day, was I gonna have to go through my trauma right here, right now, with these girls.

"Stop that's giving me goose bumps." Abbie said as everyone was awwwing over it.

"I'm going to cry." Georgia told us as her eyes were going a bit red.

"Is it actually?" Abbie asked.

Meg was the one to get up and cuddle Georgia, I wasn't going to be the first to initiate contact right now after everything, I get I'm being a bit petty and she needs someone, but where was she when I needed her.

I felt a hand touch mine as I got lost in the crowd of voices, fingers interlacing with mine, as I felt myself get lost in my thoughts. Not hearing a word anyone was saying.

"Can we have our chat?" I looked to the side and saw Eva mouth at me.

I just nodded and got up, letting her follow me towards the bedroom, as I led on a random bed that I'm sure was actually Fiorenza's.

I felt a hand touch mine as I got lost in the crowd of voices, fingers interlacing with mine, as I felt myself get lost in my thoughts. Not hearing a word anyone was saying.

"Can we have our chat?" I looked to the side and saw Eva mouth at me.

I just nodded and got up, letting her follow me towards the bedroom, as I led on a random bed that I'm sure was actually Fiorenza's.

It felt like we were sat there for an eternity but we weren't, we were only silent in the bedroom for a few seconds, not even a minute.

"Hi." Eva just said to me, really you pull me and that's all you have to say. 'hi'.

"Come on, you pulled me, say what you wanna say to me." I looked at the blonde haired Irish lass through my sun glasses as I wanted her to actually talk to me. "I need to hear what you have to say."

"I wasn't expecting you here." Eva just told me as she looked at me. "But I'm not upset by any means that you're here."

"You weren't expecting me, I wasn't expecting you, you think I wanted you here." I asked her as I shook my head.

"I just don't know how to feel." Eva told me. "You given me a headfuck and I've only been in here for half an hour."

"It's hard for me having you here, it is." I told Eva as I leaned my head on my arm.

"Cos when we spilt up, you made it so clear to me how you didn't want a relationship, how that was the last thing on you mind." I added in as I looked at her, moving my sunglasses up. "You're not looking for a relationship, but you know that that's what I want."

"I want that connection with someone." I told her as I just was so confused by her. "And you being here, it has messed up my head with Georgia, and her head with mine."

"The girl I'm in a couple with doesn't want to be near me right now, cos she's found out my ex is in the masseria with us. She hasn't looked at me. Touched me since you said hi to me." I told Eva as I shook my head at her.

"I don't see how that part is my fault, truly, like, she didn't and doesn't have to pull away from you because I'm in here. I'm not gonna stop you exploring it with anyone." Eva told me as I nodded my head, I was taking that side out on Eva when it wasn't her fault.

"But I never said I wasn't looking for anything serious, I'd been your girlfriend for two years. I wouldn't have stayed with you for that long if I wasn't looking for anything serious." Eva told me as she looked like she was going to grab my hand but was refusing that twitch in her body.

"You said you wanted to be single, that you didn't want a relationship." I told her as I had to recount what she told me the day she broke up with me.

"Obviously you didn't want one with me, and that's fine." I told her as I looked her in the eye. "But I can't have you making comments fucking me up with Georgia, I don't need that right now, it's not gonna help us."

"But that's what I'm thinking of right now, like, I wanted to come in here with a fresh start, but now I don't get that." I told Eva with a nod.

"Like, an ex is an ex for a reason and I shouldn't go back there, but I have so many memories with Eva that's it is hard to forget them." I told myself as I was in the confessional room of the house, with my red puffy eyes.

"Like, at one point you were my best friend and partner, like, there is something still there deep down, and like, I don't know how I feel." Eva told me as she was starting to get tear in her eyes from all of this.

"I'm just pissed off because, I don't wanna feel like that." I told Eva as I pushed my sunglasses back up my nose, to hide my red eyes from how close I was to crying right now.

"Don't cry, please, you'll break my heart if you start crying." Eva told me as she pulled me in for a hug, as she placed her head on top of mine.

"I've really missed you, you've always been my favourite person." Eva confided in me, but this just confused me.

"Stop." I told her as I shook my head, I didn't need her compliments right now.

"Just take a compliment for once." Eva told me, as she shook her head annoyed at my attitude right now.

"What else do you want me to say?" Eva told me as she finally looked me dead in the eyes, both of our sunglasses led on the bed next to us.

"Nothing, I'd take that front you." I just told Eva as I shook my head.

"From me?" She asked me with a laugh. "I don't hand them out do it?"

"I mean, sometimes, but when do I hunt for compliments." I asked her as I messed with my hair, shaking my head.

Eva then suddenly spoke up, as she just told me. "You like her? Georgia I mean."

"Yeah, I really do like her. I've only known her for a day or two." I told Eva as I nodded, I didn't truly didn't want to admit my feelings in case she walked all over me. But Georgia was different, and I wanted her. "You just seem to know how to push my buttons."

"I bet I still can." Eva told me as she set her water bottle down and moved closer to me. I shook my head. "You don't? I think I can wind you up easily still. Should we put it to the test."

"Unless you want me to bite you and scream, I'd pass on that love." I told Eva as I shook my head.

"How are you feeling though after that chat?" Eva asked me as she loked over at me. "Don't feel like you have to lie, I know how hard being a paramedic is for you."

"It's just, like, the girls were just saying how amazing it is having lesbians' in healthcare, but I've just seen me being gay in that workforce as a detriment." I told Eva with a nod. "I can't show who I am on shift, I have to hide myself away."

"Otherwise I just end up with another scar on my neck, or another injury, or I end up in hospital or therapy again. And I can't do that." I told her as I shook my head. "It was scary enough the first time having my neck sewn up, I can't imagine worse things happening now."

"Can I?" Eva asked me as she moved my necklace away from my neck, it was a few gold necklaces that were layered to try and distract from the ugly scar left at my neck.

"Yeah." I told her taking a deep breath and gulp as I felt her reach out for my neck.

"You're still so gorgeous in my eyes, that'll never change." Eva told me as she looked at the scar that covered the front of my neck, which was barely visible as it was covered with makeup.

"Yes it will, what happened when I get hurt more, what happens when I get brutalised on shift again?" I asked her. "Or when my trauma catches up to me about my family."

"I can't do it alone." I told Eva as I leaned on her for support.

"I'll be right here, as a friend or as a partner to keep you safe." Eva told me as she kissed the top of my head as she just held me close.

The rest of the afternoon passed pretty smoothly as we all started to get changed for a chilled out night in the masseria, but I still wanted to feel my best, so it was time for me to still be a bit dolled up.

"Cheers to the newcomer!" Amy raised her glass in the air as I stood between Fiorenza and Naee as we all raised our glasses.

"Cheers!" We all told each other as we raised our glasses with a smile.

"Are we gonna play like, never have I ever?" Eva asked us all as we took our seats around the couched area, as I sat with my legs over Fiorenza's as we relaxed.

"Wait so are we taking a sip?" Meg asked as we clarified the rules, but Eva was just staring off into space, as she spotted something.

"Sorry is that a new girl?" Abbie asked us all as I turned my head to find what she was looking for, and I wanted to scream as I saw THE MOST attractive woman walk into the masseria.

"What the fuck?" I asked her as I looked her up and down a smile on my face, I hoped she would be a new girl for us.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Meg was basically screaming as we saw the woman walk up to us.

"Hi. How ae you doing?" I hear her speak as I was already swooning over her.

"Favoloso." I told them all with a smile, speaking in Italian for a second.

"You know Italian? Impressive." The woman told me with a smirk as I was so close to blushing, thank fuck it doesn't show how hard I'm blushing at her words.

"yeah, actually I'm not joining the party with you." The woman told us as I was so tempted to start pouting and I did start pouting, she was so pretty and I would have loved a party with her.

"I'm Sara and I'm the house keeper of this bella masseria." Sara told us, and damn that's such a pretty name, but I can't fucking fall for the bloody house keeper, surely that's against the rules of this thing.

"And I have to give this to Eva." Sara kept saying as we finally noticed the note she was holding in her hand, whcih I was already looking at, spying the chunky rings she had covering her hands.

"Eva you have a message from Dannii." Sara told her, passing over the letter to the Irish lass. "So enjoy your night."

"Ciao Bellissima." Sara told us, with a small smile, and a wink towards us. Or was I just being delusional, again.

"Alla prossima." I told her with a smile and a wave.

"Alla prossima." Sara told me with a nod and a wink directed at me as I pretended to faint onto Naee with a smile.

"Can she come back?" Meg asked us as we both watched her walk away.

"I know, don't leave us." I told her as she left us in the masseria.

"Come back!" Me and Meg just shouted out to her before laying back giggling like little school girls.

"Come on read it out to the class!" Priya asked of us as we all waited for the note from Dannii.

"So 'Eva as you haven't kissed a girl yet, I'd like you to choose one girl to go on a date with." Eva read out. "Please let the lucky girl know now, because your date is ready. Love and Kisses, Dannii."

"Oooooh" We all said as we waited for Eva to make her choice, and I can't lie, I didn't want to be chosen, I needed to talk with Georgia before I even thought about chatting to Eva again tonight.

"Okay, go on, big reveal. Who are you choosing?" Demi asked of Eva as we all looked to her to give an answer.

"Amy, do you want to go on a date?" Eva turned to look at the ginger lass with a smile.

"I'd love to." Amy told her with a massive grin on her lips.

"Go get yours girl!" Georgia shouted across the hut, as we cheered them out of the area so they could go off on their date.

"Never have I ever, slept with one of my friends exes." Abbie asked us all as we were chilling just playing 'Never have I ever' now.

I haven't and none of us drank to that.

"This is quite good though, I feel like that's quite a lesbian thing to do." Georgia told us all as we nodded, I'm proud I haven't especially with how many of my friends are gay too. "Well done girls."

"We're breaking stereotypes and we're breaking down barriers." Georgia told us all as we just burst out laughing.

"I wonder how their date's going." Demi told all of us as some of the girls agreed.

"I wonder what they're doing on their date." Abbie told us as we all nodded. "What do you think it is?"

"Necking." Demi just outright told us making us all burst out laughing.

As we all dispersed away from the couched area, I stood in front of Georgia before she could make a move.

"Could we go for a chat?" I asked her as I was getting fidgety, not really wanting this chat as I was so scared as to how it could and could end for us.

"Yeah, come on." Georgia said as she held her hand out for me, before walking me towards the roof top as she held my hand to sort of pick where we would have this chat.

"How are you feeling?" Georgia asked me as we both sat down on the couched upstairs.

"I don't know, I'm just, I'm just so confused with everything. This just isn't what I thought was gonna happen today." I told her as I shook my head.

"Honestly there is no one else in this Masseria that I have any sort of initial attraction to, and would have that attraction to." Georgia told me as I nodded.

"I don't want to force any connections in this place, but I know I have that with you." Georgia told me as she looked me in my eyes.

"But I have to say, what you did today. If you're going to do that again, I will not stay here, I will walk away from you." I told Georgia, messing with my hair.

"It really hurt me today, I have been through a lot of emotions tonight, but you pulling away from me at the first sight of my ex in here, hurt more." I told her as I shook my head.

"Why, why did you pull away from me?" I asked her. "I know I've only known you for a day, but I wanted you here with me."

"I don't know, I just start of panicked." Georgia told me. "You have history with Eva, and just her words, they rattled me, why wouldn't they, she's gorgeous, you're gorgeous, like you could easily get back with her."

"Yes, I was with her for a long time. Yes, I will probably always love, she taught me how to love." I told Georgia as I opened this side of my heart up. "But I'm with you, that's not gonna change unless you tell me it has, or I tell you it has."

"I'm not doing this no communication bullshite, I need you to tell me when something's wrong Georgia, or we're not gonna make it far together." I told Georgia as I looked her dead in the eyes.

"Okay?" I asked her.

"Okay." Georgia told me nodding.

"Good, cos I'm not going through the no touching again." I told Georgia, saddling up next to her, as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Why are you getting awkward when I stare at you?" Georgia asked me as I leaned away from her, twatting my head on the concrete wall behind me in the process.

"Awwwwwww." Georgia told me as she put her hand on the back of my head, rubbing the spot I had just twatted on the side.

"You're not sitting like that." I told Georgia looking at her sitting stance right now.

"Why?" Georgia asked me with a small smile on her lips.

"Because I can't handle that." I told her with a smile, biting my lip.

"But you know I like your eyes." Geogia told me as she was holding my close to her, looking into my eyes.

"Oh my God." I told myself as I rolled my eyes hard into the back of my head.

"Stop rolling your eyes." Georgia told me shaking her head at me.

"I can't, I can't stop my eyes doing that." I told her with a smile, sitting up to turn and face her. "I don't even know I'm doing that."

"So what? Stop complimenting your eyes?" Georgia asked me as I wanted to roll my eyes again, but I refrained from that.

"No, keep going, but I can't stop...." I told her with a smile.

"But just know that you're always going to be....? Okay." Georgia told me as she smile at me trying not to laugh. "I now know that you secretly like it."

"I'm just gonna keep going until you stop rolling your eyes at me." Georgia told me as she held my hand tightly.

"I don't know what would come in that could make me swerve from you." Georgia told me with a nod, as I was messing with her hands.

"Well, tomorrows a new day, I'll keep the eye rolls down, and you missy, don't fucking ignore me for half of the day!" I told her as I lightly tugged on one of her fingers with a smile.

"I won't." Georgia told me with a smile.

"Now can I have a kiss?" Georgia asked me with a smile.

"You can kiss me." I told her with a giddy grin as she pulled me in close. Laying her lips upon me once again, her hands around my waist as mine rested on her shoulders.

Getting ready for bed with all the girls, I just wanted to get in my bed and just relax. So I just chilled with Meg, while we got everything ready for bed.

And I drifted off to bed so easily tonight.

But waking up, was a different story as I wanted to stay asleep.

"Morning." I heard Priya speak up first this morning.

"Is she awake?" I heard someone ask Georgia as she was running a hand through my hair. And I just kept her close, as I was led on top of her unknowingly.

"Yeah, she keeps wriggling!" Georgia told the group as she chuckled, and I could feel it, and I now realised what exactly my pillow was moving about a bit, it was fucking Georgia. I was still sleeping on Georgia's chest.

"I mean you're a lovely pillow!" I looked up and told Georgia with a small smile on my face. And I just rolled off of her chest with a smile, before I looked at everyone.

"HIYA!" I shouted at everyone before stretching.

"You ready for tonight?" Abbie asked me as I started to get ready for the day, as it was the day of the first kiss off, and one of us would be going home, or potentially three of us would be.

"You dirty dog, what's happening?" I heard Georgia say as she left me on the vanity with Abbie as she was plucking my eyes brows.

"Nothing!" Naee told us all as she was doing something with her teeth.

"I want to know the drama." Abbie told her from next to me as I nodded, well as best I could with Abbie holding my head still.

"There's no drama." Naee told us as I called bullshit, she's got two gals after her.

I was at around the pool, leaning on one of the pillars as my feet were dipping into the pool. With Amy next to me, finally letting me have a chat with her like I've been meaning to.

"Oh wow, you're literally full blown staring." I told Amy with a smile, as I watched her watch Eva working out in the mini gym with chicken arms Fiorenza.

"Is that, is that a sign of love or.....?" I asked Amy with a smile as she scoffed laughing at me.

"I did just want to talk to you cos I don't want you to think I'm gonna tread on your toes, cos I'm not but....." I started to tell Amy.

Before she cut me off saying. "She is your ex." Amy told me as I nodded.

"Yeah." I told her. "And like it doesn't mean I wanna go there again, but I'm always gonna be in love with that woman. But I can't be with her now."

"Yeah, or course, been there done that." Amy told me with a smile.

"But I wanna like, explain anything to you if you're gonna be with he, cos I don't want you thinking me chatting with Eva or anything else is meaning I don't want you two to be together, but Eva gets me. I already know her. I have and will always love her and have a place in my heart for her, even if we're not together." I told Amy with a nod.

"Yeah, of course, and I don't want you to think I'm just ignoring how you feel cos Eva's here." Amy told me with a smile.

But like I was sort of hoping you two would be more like....." I told Amy pushing my hands together with a nod.

"I know." Amy told me with a small smile, under her cap.

"Do you have any worries, like, who is your worry about this?" I asked Amy with a smile.

"Erm, her and Meg, you and her, just cos you two are exes, you don't know what she's thinking on that side of it." Amy told me with a nod as I nodded back at her.

"Her and Meg really get along. I don't want to.... I'm, like, trying not to think about it too much cos then I will get in my own head and then panic a bit." Amy told us with a nod.

"Yeah." I told her with a nod back, running my hand through my hair.

And as the day progressed the more we all started to get ready for the kiss off, and prepare ourselves for the impending time we would have together before at least one of us was sent packing.

So I started getting ready for tonight with Fiorenza and Amy, as Amy helped me style my hair out a bit, as I was struggling with a way to put it up.

But we just left it down and plain for the night, as I wanted my dress to be more of the focus.

It was time for our heads to be finally screwed on right as it was time for the first kiss off. And at least one of us would be heading home for the night. It was time to decide where all of us stood in our couples.

I walked in with Georgia holding her hand as we all stood in a line by the pool we all first met in, and had our first kissed by. So who knows what would happen.

"Oh my God, look at her!" Amy shouted up as we all turned our head seeing Dannii walk into the Masseria, in a gorgeous pink dress with glitter accents. And we all cheered seeing her.

"Girls welcome to your first Kiss Off." Dannii told us all with a smile as it was the time we had all been waiting for.

"Tonight you will reveal if you want to stay with your current girl, or if your saving your kiss for someone else." Dannii told us as we all just stood there, hanging onto her every word.

"The big question is, does the girl you want to kiss want to kiss you back?" Dannii asked us, and I just had to hope so. I had one shot at this, and I didn't want to lose her already because hse had doubts.

"Anyone left unkissed will be leaving the masseria." Dannii announced as we all nodded looking at her. "You'll notice Eva isn't here. She'll be joining us later."

"First up Abbie and Lisha please step forward." Dannii asked the two gals to the left of us as they walked forward.

"Girls I'll ask you to stand back to back and take a moment." Dannii asked of the two girls as they turned, now standing back to back with each other. As Dannii tood there, all of us watching them.

"If you want to stay with your girl, turn and kiss her. But if your saving your kiss for someone else, don't turn." Dannii told us all, well really just Lisha and Abbie but we were all just watching them now.

All of us watched them as it took a minute before Dannii spoke up again. "Reveal your decision, now."

And we watched on before both Lisha and Abbie turned and looked at each other, before kissing each other for a moment as we all cheered for the two girls, well more like screaming them on.

Dannii squealed for the couple as she looked overjoyed. "Mama's so happy!" Dannii told us as she was ecstatic. Normally I found that an ick but Dannii was a queen and this wasn't icky at least.

"What's the thing that's drawn you to each other?" Dannii asked the couple.

"Her eyes." Lisha told us all as we could just see Dannii's happy reaction.

"The way you're really cheeky." Abbie added in with a smile on her face, which I could tell was there without even seeing her face. And we all laughed as Lisha turned to face us like she was a frat boy. "Yeah, personality. Obviously looks as well, you're beautiful!" Abbie quickly fixed as we all laughed.

"Abbie and Lisha head over to these seats here." Dannii told the girls as we cheered them on, as there were now four couples left, and Eva.

"Elena and Georgia you're up." Dannii told us as we walked forward, my hand clinging to Eva's as we went towards Dannii.

"Please stand back to back." Dannii asked us both as we followed her direction and I faced the girls taking a few deep breaths.

I just locked eyes with Fiorenza for a split second and she nodded to me with a smile.

"Reveal your decision now....." Dannii told us.

And I just kept taking a breath before I turned around, spotting Georgia facing me, before she pulled me in for a kiss with a wide smile on her face. As we heard the girls behind us cheering for us very loudly.

"Yeah, the lipstick. Okay!" Dannii told us as I tried to wipe away some of the lipstick from around Georgia's lips but I couldn't get to much of it.

"I know, I know." I told her with a smile.

"I feel like you guys haven't taken your hands off each other." Dannii tried to tell us. "Well apart from when Eva came in butttttt......"

"All right girls you know where to go, to the love seats." Dannii told us as the girls cheered us over to the benches.

"Fiorenza and Demi you're up." Dannii told the two girls as they came over to stand opposite her.

"Right girls you know the drill." Dannii just told them as they instantly stood back to back, and we all knew where this would be going, as they both didn't want to be in a couple with each other.

"If you're saving your kiss for someone else, don't turn. Reveal your decision now." Dannii told the two girls who we all already knew what was going to happen.

And we all watched as they both stayed standing back to back with each other.

"Okay, girls, turn around, face me." Dannii asked of the girls as they were not gonna be kissing each other tonight.

"What is it that hasn't worked?" Dannii asked the two of them.

"Um, I feel like we talked it over and we just weren't feeling each other like that, right?" Demi tried to explain it without dropping in Fiorenza kissing Meg on the bloody rooftop on the first night.

"I don't think there was, like, that spark." Fiorenza tried to explain to us all. "But...."

You're great." Demi said and I just tried not to laugh.

"We're besties." Fiorenza told us all with a smile, and that broke me into some giggles.

"Okay, Fiorenza, which girl are you saving your kiss for?" Dannii asked the girl with a smile, as we all knew who she was gonna say.

"Meg." Fiorenza told us all very calmly.

"Okay we will find out later on if Meg wants to kiss you back." Dannii told us all as we waited to see what Meg wanted, Eva or Fiorenza. "Otherwise you will be leaving the Masseria."

"Demi, which girl are you saving your kiss for?" Dannii now turned to Demi to ask her the all important question.

"I'm saving my kiss for Naee." Demi told us as this was a trickier one as we had no clue who Naee wanted if it was Demi or Priya.

"All right we will find out soon if Naee wants to kiss you back." Dannii told us all as we waited to see who Naee truly wanted; to stick with Priya or to be with Demi. "Otherwise you will be leaving the Masseria."

"Please step back into line." Dannii asked of the two girls as they turned back.

"Amy and meg, please come and join me." Danii asked of the two girls, we yet again knew would want to swap who they're in a couple with, the two girls instantly going back to back with each other.

"Okay girls, reveal you decision now." Dannii asked of the two girls as we watched on from the benches.

And we all sat there as they stayed back to back with each other.

"Okay girls turn and face me." Dannii asked of the girls as they faced her finally to talk about this. "What was it?"

"I don't know, I think it was just like an initial spark, maybe it wasn't there." Amy spoke up as she looked at Meg.

"yeah. I mean she's stunning isn't she?" Meg asked as she hugged Amy.

"But, like, literally bestie vibes." Amy told us all as we watched on. "Bestie vibes."

"This means you're both saving your kisses for another girl." Dannii told the girls with a smile.

"Amy, which girl are you saving your kiss for?" Dannii now turned to face Amy to ask her the all important question.

"I'm saving my kiss for Eva." Amy told us all as this could be a couple where they both fight it out for Eva.

"Okay, well, Eva's not here, so we will find out later if she feels the same." Dannii told us all as we waited to see who Eva would pick. "if not, you will be leaving the Masseria. Amy please step back to the line."

"Meg we know where Fiorenza stands." Dannii started towards the blonde haired lass. "But where do you? Reveal the name of the girl you are saving your kiss for........ Now."

"Fiorenza." Meg told us all as I was ready to cheer so loudly right now.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Dannii was all of us, and how we wanted to be as she reacted to Meg's instantaneous reaction. "Fiorenza, take it away and seal it with a kiss."

We all cheered as Fiorenza walked forward, kissing Meg very passionately as we all cheered.

"Awwwwww! I'm so happy for you!" Dannii told us all as we were all buzzing.

"Okay, girls, take a seat!" Dannii asked the other couple as they sat next to me and I just squeezed Fiorenza and Meg, two of my best friends in here.

"Priya and Naee, please step forward." Dannii asked of the couple, making them come stand opposite her.

"Naee you know that Demi has saved her kiss for you." Dannii told the couple, who would basically decide who would be leaving Priya or Demi.

"But it's time for you to both make your decision." Dannii told us all as we waited on with baited breaths for who Naee would turn for. "Please stand back to back."

The couple stood back to back as we just watched on waiting for the moment to happen.

"Okay girls, reveal you decision now." Dannii asked of the two girls as we watched on from the benches.

And we watched as the two girls turned around to..................

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