#Wife abby

[feelingmild]

cooking with abby hcs

This is my first time writing anything on here, but I had the idea. and it's too cute not to write 😕

Warnings: FLUFF!!

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• she loves watching you cook more than anything. The sweet smells of food you know she loves is enough to make her lovesick to no end.

• grabby as fuck. any cooked food/ingredient she can get her hands on, you better believe she's eating it. Obviously paired with the slight glare when you smack her hand away from it

• if she's just waking up and you're making breakfast? She's ALL OVER YOU. Grabbing at the plush of your hips, your waist, your arms, kisses on your neck and shoulder, any part of your body she can get to.

• if she cooks for you, it's endless hovering around you, asking questions, and waiting for your approval before she even thinks of sitting down to eat it herself.

• gets SO sleepy after her dinner settles. Tugging you down and laying on any comfy surface. Resting her head in your lap, your shoulder, putting her head on your chest with that stupid smile. And if you start playing with her hair? She's OUT.

• absolutely hugs from behind. Rolling out of bed, hair frayed from her usually neat braid. Soft hot kisses on your neck with occasional sleepy groans as you're making breakfast. Always making sure to hug and sway with you.

• your efforts never go unappreciated. She will make sure you know how much she appreciates every single ingredient you made sure to put in a dish.

• absolute horrible sweet tooth i don't care what anyone says. Constant begging to make her favorite kinds of cookies, sweets, pastries, anything.

• most definitely is the spouse that wanders off in grocery stores and comes back with arm fulls of stuff you don't need

• Wife!abby who loves giving you exotic spices and bouquets of herbs/edible flowers.

• Wife!abby who snakes her hands under your shirt, cupping your breasts while you're cooking at the stove

• most certainly has a cookbook and organized recipe cards

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

Abby taking care of you 💗

*- cw: fluff, sfw, abby being a cutie patootie, cowgirl abby, trophy wife r! (?), modern au, abs washing your hair, no use of y/n.

The summer heat nearly drowned you, time passing impossibly slow as you busied yourself with tasks, waiting for abby to get home. Abby had been training new employees at the ranch and bar she owned, being gone for almost 10 hours now.

In her absence, you had done many things: planted new flowers in the garden, baked abby's favorite cookies nearly burning yourself in the process , and spent excessive time with the assortment of pets you and ab's had been fostering.

laying on the couch waiting for abby, you had eventually fallen asleep, only waking with a massive headache and being held in your wife's muscular arms.

"mm, sleep well love?" Abby asked, looking down and moving a strand of hair from your face. Her cowboy hat was beside you both on the couch, her denim jeans familiar as you lay on her lap.

nodding softly, you nuzzled against her hand, finding comfort in her warmth as she smiled down at you. She felt so at ease with just you being there, every nerve built up in her body during the day calming as you let out tired mumbles.

"I saw ya' planted some new flowers, hm, baby? Wanted sumthin' pretty in our yard?" she said, rubbing your head softly, not really expecting an answer in your sleepy state.

"mm.. they're purple" you said, wearing a sleepy smile as her hands began to work away your headache.

"pretty, baby" abby said, noticing the way you calmed as she massaged your head. "ya' wanna get some rest, baby, or wanna take a bath with me?" She asked, kissing your cheeks softly.

"mm.. bath?"

"sounds perfect, love"

a few moments later, abby had carried you into the bathroom and began running the warm water in the tub. She placed your body care products on the ledge, her own pine soap placed beside them.

As you sat on the counter, watching your wife's every movement with tired eyes, you held a stupid smile watching her begin to undress. Your eyes trailed over every inch of her skin before she walked over to you, looking into your eyes with a certain shine in her own.

beginning to take off your sweater, abby stopped your actions, doing it herself and helping you fully undress before holding you and setting you down in the tub. Sitting beside you, your head now rested on her bare chest, her hands once again working on your head as she massaged the day away.

"feels good, baby.." you mumbled, barely taking notice as she hummed softly and wet your hair. Rubbing your thumb on her waist, you sighed, content as she rubbed shampoo across your scalp. Her hands worked magic, taking as much care with every movement as she could.

the shared bath didn't last very long, as soon enough abby had lifted you up, drying you off before carrying you to your bedroom. Now as you both lay in bed, your breathing nearly the same, tiredness seeped into both of you.

your head once again resting on abby's chest, her chest softly rising and falling rocked you to sleep. Her callused hand was on your back all night, keeping you asleep and well rested for whatever would happen when you both woke up.

[thebestones91]

[abbyshands]

wife!abby anderson who has no issues carrying you to bed when you accidentally fall asleep on the couch, cradling you in her arms because you’re her pride, her joy, her baby. so, when she falls asleep on the couch, you try your best to lift her, scooping your arms under her body like she always does to you. but, to no avail, you can’t. abby wakes up then, rubbing her eyes, angelic blues peering sleepily into yours as she rasps out in that tired voice of hers, “baby? what are you doing?” you feel so bad for waking her, giving her a little frown as you pull back and stand up. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you, i just, i wanted to bring you to bed. like you always do to me,” you mutter a bit embarrassedly. abby chuckles, sleep deprived brain making melodies of your words, because how could she be so enamored by a single human being? “oh, sweetie,” she laughs, taking your hand and kissing the back of it, her eyes reassuring. “i love you so much.”

[youhavenofaithinmedicine]

cowboy abby..... so girl husband

[eatmascs]

me when she kills an entire city bc she's just a patootie 🎀

[megakingslayer]

Omg Abby is a girl too stop making her overly masculine or super tall? She’s 5’8” - 5’9” not 6 foot 😭 like what am I looking up at???

Context - I was reading some fanfics of her one had her height ab 6’7”??? HUH I had to stop bc why would you do that n another fic had sum like “her strap was hardening in her pants” WHATTT am I reading about Abby or a man? Free my lady

[rimatsu]

"i took his locker after he transferred to harbor. we also dated the same woman" should be part of their wedding toast. a fun little anecdote to share with guests <3

[abbylvr69]

*gnaws at bars of enclosure*

[arcaneisundermyskin]

FR.

[myovin]

My Shayla, my babygirl, my wife <3

[illovehaileesteinfeld]

at the ranch with cowgirl!abby 💗

Cw: nsfw, wife!abby, porn with plot, abby pinning you against the wall in a new stable 👀, cowgirl!abby, riding abby's nose, modern au, fem!r, no use of y/n, aftercare, save a horse ride a what..

Abby woke you up early today, only a half hour or so but just enough time so that you could get ready and head to work with her. Having you with her at work made the day much smoother, and today you had agreed to go since they were closing the bar early and no assholes would be day drinking.

"mm.. abs.. s'too early.." you had protested, the sun only beginning to shine through the farmhouse window. She was laying on your chest, already wearing her work jeans and a tight buttoned flannel. She placed soft kissed on your neck, smiling above you.

"cmon, pretty girl, s'time to get up" she whispered, gently sucking at a soft spot on your neck. She leaned up once she was satisfied with the mark she left, watching you watch her as she sat at your legs.

Lazily leaning against your wife, abby smiled softly, taking hold of your thighs and wrapping your legs around her waist as she lifted you from bed, setting you on the bathroom counter and brushing through your hair for you. Her own long blonde hair was already in a neat braid, a few strands poking out in the front.

As abby finished up with your hair, you had grown less sleepy, still leaning against her as you hopped off the counter and began to brush your teeth. She kept her hand on your thigh, softly caressing you until you finished, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

as she sat down and pulled on some socks, you walked into the closet you two shared. Abby had her eyes on you as you changed, putting on a denim skirt and black tank top, along with the boots Abby bought for you. Placing on a necklace and the large diamond abby had married you with, you were ready to leave with your wife.

"mm, so pretty darlin'.." abby said, her hand resting on your lower back as the two of you went downstairs. She took some cereal and milk out, watching as you tiredly sat on a stool before placing a bowl in front of you. As the two of you ate, abby sat beside you, softly rubbing your thigh with her right hand.

breakfast didnt take long, and soon enough abby wore her muddy boots and was placing her hat onto your head. You wore a smile at the gesture, looking up at the beautiful woman.

almost 15 minutes later, the two of you were in the newly built stables, and you helped ab's prepare for the foals to grow into. Her own horse, mable, had given birth almost two weeks ago, and the new stables had only recently been finished. Though you came to help abby stock them, she had insisted you sit as she began to fill one of the stalls up with necessities.

Abby had returned to the stall, setting a bale of hay on the ground. You watched the way her pants tightened around her thighs and ass as she crouched down, squeezing your thighs together as you watched your wife. She was incredibly hot, with sweat lacing her forehead when she turned to face you, immediately noticing the look in your eyes.

"Mm, someone needy, baby?" She asked, tilting your chin upwards as she now stood between your legs. A blush covered you cheeks, eyes trailing over her pretty face, especially her nose.. god, thoughts filled your head so quickly, your thighs had squeezed tighter without you noticing, but she definitely did..

"mm, pretty girl need somethin'?" She smirked, pushing your hair out of your face. A small whimper had escaped your lips, unable to say anything else. You noticed the change in her eyes, switching from a look of amusement to one of lust. Her lips raised in a smirk, your eyes trailing back up the bump of her nose.. god you could feel yourself growing aroused at just the thought of her..

Abby's hands were on your shoulders, trailing down your arms before lifting them up by your wrist before she pinned your hands above your head in one of her own.

"so pretty, baby.." she said, trailing her callused fingers over your chin.

"mm.. abs.." you mumbled, wanting to be hers in every way.. her hand moved down to your waist after a moment, tugging with need at your skirt, her eyes meeting your as you nodded with permission for her to continue. It didnt take long after that for the position to change, your skirt down to your knees as she pressed you against the wall. her hand trailed over your ass, softly pressing on the skin before moving it closer to your soaking entrance. She smirked down at you, realizing just how turned on you were as she softly rubbed you clit, whimpers escaping your lips.

"mm, fuck baby.." she said, wishing for nothing more than you as she dipped her fingers into you. A gasp of a moan left your lips, abby's soft praises turning you on even more as she fucked you. Her fingers dipped in and out of you, moving quickly with her thumb working your clit. She was quickly stimulating everything you needed, soft whispers of "oh, so good baby" or "good job baby, taking me so well" quickly had your stomach churning.

it didn't take long, your body tightening around abby's fingers as she continued fucking you, still going as your head fell back and you came onto her hand. She continued whispering praises, kissing softly along your neck from behind before taking her fingers out of you, putting them into her mouth and turning you around to hold eye contact as she sucked them, cleaning you off of her.

a moan escaped your lips at that, wanting nothing more than to ride her in that moment.. the way she looked at you told you she would do anything right now.

"fuck baby.. wanna sit on you.. ride that pretty face" you said, your voice breathy as you recovered.

"mm, anything you want, pretty." She said, letting go of your wrists before adjusting your positions. She now lay on the bench you were sat on before, your legs on either side of her pretty face as you slowly moved down to sit on her lips. You couldn't decide what you wanted to do, admiring her nose as she held your thighs on the sides of her head.

sliding up a little on her face, a moan escaped your lips as the tip of your wife's nose touched your soaking pussy. She smirked, her eyes shut as her warm breath touched your ass. You hopelessly grinded your pussy against her nose, the way the small bump hit your clit oh so perfectly. Your thighs tightened around her head, your hands tangled in her now messy braid as you let out gasps, doing anything for more of her.

quickly moving your hips against your wife's face, she pressed you down lower, the tip of her nose even further in you soaking pussy. This alone nearly sent you over the limit, but when she continued pushing you down onto her nose you could barely take it anymore, biting sharply onto your lips as you felt yourself tightening once again. She knew you would cum soon, still continuing her actions as you let out whimpers and moans.

just a few more times of ab's pushing you onto her nose, you couldn't help the way your throat dried up and how quickly you released onto her skin. You felt her push you back a bit, now resting on her lips as she licked you clean. The way she swirled her tongue around you was breathtaking, her eyes piercing into yours as you moved so you now sat on her chest. You watched her licking her lips clean, her hands back on your hips and lifting you into her lap as she sat up.

"mm, rode me so well pretty girl.." abby whispered, softly rubbing your stomach and placing innocent kisses on your skin as you caught your breath. As your chest now rose and fell evenly, she gently pulled your underwear back up to cover your pussy. She still rubbed your stomach and held tightly onto you as she did the same with your skirt, kissing your neck and chest innocently as she held you.

"think that was enough work for today, baby? Wanna go get you sum' rest at home, hm, pretty girl?" Abby asked, holding you tight as she stood. You nodded, slightly embarrassed of how easy you had came, but went with what she said as you were carried to the car, and your unbelievably handsome wife drove the two of you home for some rest.

[thebestones91]

[mellohimmku94]

Happy new year everyone! Another year of thirsting over hot masc women. (specifically sevika from arcane)

[ilikebreadbyitsself]

Lol the way it’s pulsing her name in morse code

[pubbybutch]

oh to be Abby’s sweet little trophy wife that flaunts around in lingerie while she working from home🙇‍♀️😫 like imagine walking by her office and abby goes “doing this to be a brat or what?” Then reader is like “I wear things like this all the time” and shrugs innocently AHHHHHH

YES ANON!!! Abby is a breadwinner. Provider. Mother. 😤

I feel like she loves being able to treat her wife to little presents and wants to do nothing but look after her. Any of the lingerie that you own, has either been bought by or bought for Abby. But let’s be real, it's for both of you cause when she see your ass hanging out from underneath that little blue babydoll she got for you last month - it’s over.

Even though Abby gets a Friday to work from home Abby would spend hours upon hours trapped in her office, on the phone to patients or other staff from her practice trying to approve surgeries or trying to get prescriptions processed if she could manage. Everyday at 1, you’d bring her lunch to her office and kiss her on her wrinkled little forehead, stress and pressure causing deep lines on her beautiful face. On this particular Friday, it would be business as usual. Blonde hair fuzzy from running her hands through it, laptop open and phone held against her ear. Keeping an ear to the closed door and hearing her set down the phone with an exhausted sigh, you put your plan into action. Pushing the door open plate in one hand, ice tea in the other, you kiss her on the crown of her head as she stays sat in the swivel chair. The pastel pink lace and chiffon adorning your body, sways a little as you move around her and set up the plate of beef and noodles in front of her. As you do so her blue eyes take in the view of you slightly bent over, smile on your face. Light makeup and cherried lips, you’re like a walking wet dream. As you move back out around the desk and towards the door, Abby grabs you by the hand and pulls you down into her lap, “nuh-uh, baby. Walking around like a fucking meal, and you expect me to eat that instead of you?”

Also I feel like Abby is really into kitchen sex and idk why. The cold marble countertops that give you goosebumps when she lifts you on to them, her hands sneaking round to cup your cunt as you’re standing at the stove cooking dinner. All the shenanigans that come with fucking in a kitchen.

Abby has a thing for those kinds of lingerie sets that aren’t just straps and frills, she likes the ones that sort of cover you up and make you look all pretty and dainty, her very own princess. Babydolls and teddy sets are her go-to’s. She’s especially fond of pastels and how soft they make you look. And as much as she teases you for wearing them for her, it's mildly disappointing for her when she comes back home and sees you in what she has dubbed ‘people clothes’. Like you’re hers, why do you have to go and do things, and why do you need to be seen by other people, why do you have to do that job? Because you live in a capitalist hellscape and junior surgeons aren’t paid enough.

She still has her old letterman jacket from senior year of high school, it’s big and oversized with ‘Anderson’ stitched across the back, and boy does she love seeing you in frilly blue lace and cotton. All that’s really covering you from her wandering eyes is something with her name on it. You’re hers. Her pretty little wife.