#abby !

[tthoroughfare]

[mrspockomakeitso]

"My father was an innocent doctor without a weapon" ok but also he was about to perform a fatal medical experiment on a minor...that does make the situation slightly different, abby.

[owarinaki]

The Last Of Us Season 2 EP2 -Recap 3 END & TLOU Game draft

Part 1 / Part2 / Part3

[gameraboy2]

The Last of Us (2023), "Through the Valley"

[jupteur]

I think one of the things that I find most devastating about Joel's death is the fact that Ellie begs him to get up. It speaks so much of this sort of naivety that we have when it comes to our parents. This sort of childish believe that they can through any circumstances, that they can fight whatever battle might come their way and that they can still get up even when they physically can't anymore. Also, mad at him or not, Ellie sees Joel as this force of nature and witnessing him dying in such a low way must've been be so heartbreaking for her. No wonder she raged upon Seattle like fucking Achilles reborn.

[lanietadelatierra]

The final strike

The following story contains spoilers for The Last of Us Season II, Episode 2. Explicit, 18+ MDNI. Extreme violence, blood, angst. 

Lucy was outside with Mel, patrolling by the cabin. Both were holding their weapons while walking through the thick snow. It was cold, but they were well bundled up in their thick jackets. 

"I need to tell you somethin'," Mel said. 

"What is it?" 

"I’m pregnant." 

"Wait... what? Are you serious?" the girl said, incredulously, and Mel nodded. 

"Who’s the father?" 

"Owen..." 

"Oh my… God..." 

"Please, don’t tell anyone. You’re the only one who knows right now." 

"Don’t worry, I won’t tell nobody." 

"Thanks." 

They were both waiting for Abby to return. She had gone to see if she could find Joel Miller, the man who killed her father. 

"Y’ think it might just be rumors? I mean, you said the other day..." the girl said. 

"Yeah, I think so, but you know how Abby is." 

"Yeah, I know." 

"Stubborn," Mel said, sighing. 

"Yeah, and bitter. Y’all think he’s handsome?" 

"I don’t know. Maybe." 

They shared a knowing laugh. A few seconds later, they spotted horses approaching at full speed. They stared. When they were close, they realized it was Abby with an older man and a young woman. Abby, sitting behind him, dismounted the horse. 

"Inside," she ordered. 

Mel and Lucy exchanged suspicious glances. They walked into the cabin behind them. Lucy looked at the young woman with the man and noticed her belly bulging under her thick jacket, indicating she was pregnant, which would change all their plans. She seemed about five or six months along. Her gaze shifted to the woman’s belly. The girl was unzipping her jacket and taking off her gloves, slipping them into her pocket. 

"Okay, everybody grab blankets, ammo, whatever weapons you got, we’re headin’ out in three minutes," the man said, guiding the group. 

"Uh, sorry. I’m Abby. This is Nora, Manny, Owen, Mel, and Lucy. Her name’s Evie, and he is… Joel." 

All eyes turned to the tall man, about six feet, in his 60s, pretty handsome. Without thinking, Manny pressed his weapon to Evie’s head, wrapping his arm around her neck from behind. She suddenly felt the butt of a shotgun against the back of her head and froze in fear. 

"Joel... Joel..." 

“Don’t you dare lay a goddamn hand on her! She’s pregnant and ain't got nothin’ to do with this,” Joel said, his voice raised. 

Abby let out a small laugh. Owen and Nora pointed their weapons at Joel, and he raised his hands. 

"Oh, yes she does," Abby said sarcastically, looking at Joel before turning to Evie, whose eyes were wide with fear. "How is it that this old man deposited his seed here?" she added, and her hand brushed the young woman's belly, which made her flinch, but Manny held her tightly. 

"Put her against the window," Abby ordered Manny firmly, and he obeyed. He walked her over and seated her with her back pressed against the large glass window, which overlooked the mountains and the town of Jackson. Then Abby turned her gaze to Mel. 

“Get him too.” 

Mel grabbed Joel by the arm and positioned him to sit beside Evie. Both were sitting there on the floor, their backs to the window, surrounded by the six of them. 

“I’m givin’ you one chance to tell the truth, Joel. If you do, and we all know it, I’ll let her live,” Abby said, crossing her arms. 

"Wait, Abby. I thought…," Mel interrupted. 

"Shut up," Abby quickly snapped, then continued, "Where’s the last place you saw the Fireflies?" 

Joel looked at Evie, who was also looking at him, then back at Abby to answer. 

"In Salt Lake." 

Abby nodded. 

"At least you’re honest." 

She uncrossed her arms and walked to the side. 

"I saved your life." 

"What life?" Abby said sarcastically. She grabbed her weapon and shot Joel in the knee. Joel screamed out in agony. Evie started whimpering, even more terrified. 

The bleeding wound on Joel’s left leg revealed torn flesh and a shattered bone poking out slightly, surrounded by blood soaking into the fabric of his pants and slowly dripping onto the frozen ground. 

“Tourniquet,” she ordered Lucy, who approached Joel, removing her belt. She knelt beside him, wrapping the belt around his leg and tightening it. Joel grunted and screamed in pain as she did this. The old man looked at Manny and Lucy while she finished. Then Lucy stepped back. 

Abby approached Evie, who was still crying, and crouched in front of her. 

"I’m really shocked that you love this stupid old man," she said sarcastically, then continued, “But that ain’t gonna save him or save you, so I’d recommend not wastin’ your energy cryin’.” 

Evie stared at her as she spoke, tears streaming from her eyes, her chest rising and falling quickly, scared and nervous. 

Abby’s eyes shifted to Manny’s boots, then back to the girl. She smiled and stood up. 

"Do it," she ordered Manny. 

"Wait, Abby. She’s pregnant," Lucy interrupted. 

"Shut up or I’ll crush your skull." 

“Please, she’s got nothin’ to do with this, please,” Joel begged, but his pleas were ignored. 

"Let’s do what we came to do," Owen said to Manny. 

Manny stepped toward Evie. As he got closer, Evie tried to move back, terrified, but she collided with the glass, knowing what was coming. 

"Please... no..." 

Ignoring her, he delivered a hard kick to her swollen belly. The pain hit her like a wave, knocking the breath out of her for a few seconds, leaving her unable to scream. A ringing sound filled her ears, as though the world had faded around her. Evie bent over from the pain, a ragged gasp escaping her lips. Instinctively, she placed her hands over her belly, as if she could protect the life inside her, but before she could react, Manny delivered another kick with relentless brutality, knocking the air out of her and filling her with pain that nearly made her lose consciousness. Over and over, he unleashed all his anger on her. Joel watched, but he couldn’t do a thing. Owen was pointing his weapon at him. The others watched intently. Lucy and Mel had teary eyes, disapproving of what they saw. But orders were orders, whether they liked it or not. 

"Stop," Abby said, and Manny paused. 

Evie lay on the ground, her legs moving slowly and unconsciously, a pool of liquid beneath her. The kicks had broken her water, and her amniotic fluid leaked through her jeans, now exposed for all to see. She was lying on her side, her face pressed to the floor, her hand beside her head. She was still breathing, but it was difficult. Her eyes were open, but she didn’t move. She only moved her fingers slowly and her legs. 

A smile crept onto Abby’s face as she saw this, and she walked over to Joel, who was destroyed, his eyes glassy. She kneeled in front of him. Joel’s chest was rising and falling with the fury he held inside as he stared into her eyes. 

"She’s still breathin’. I told you I’d let her live," Abby said, reaching her hand to Joel’s forehead, wiping the sweat away with her finger, never taking her eyes off his. 

“We don’t kill people who can’t defend themselves, that’s our code, and now you’re it. But it don’t matter if there’s a code or not, I’m still gonna kill you... slowly.” 

Abby stood up and walked over to grab a golf club. Holding it, she approached Joel. 

"Stupid... old... man... you don’t get to rush it." 

Abby slammed the club into the bloody wound with all her strength, making Joel scream in agony. She repeated the hit, and Joel screamed again, his voice echoing in the room. One last time, with all her might, the club struck, and the sickening sound of bone breaking filled the air, freezing the blood of anyone who heard it. 

Seconds later, Abby was angrily pounding Joel’s already bloodied, bruised face, and he lay unconscious, eyes wide, on the ground, side down. Abby was shouting as she struck him. 

"Abby... enough," Owen said, trying to stop her, but Abby ignored him, too focused on hitting him to hear anyone else. 

Meanwhile, Evie lay on the floor, unable to scream anymore. Her face was one of pure terror. She watched in horror as Abby, with unrelenting rage, drove the golf club into Joel’s neck. Blood poured out, staining the floor as Joel exhaled his final breath. A high-pitched scream escaped Evie’s lips, echoing with pain and fear through the room. But the scream wasn’t just because of the horrific scene she’d just witnessed; it was because a sharp pain struck her abdomen: the contractions had started. 

Abby slowly turned toward her, her expression unreadable. Her eyes were dark pools of suppressed emotions, a mix of anger, determination, and something Evie couldn’t identify. Time seemed to stop as they locked eyes, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the palpable fear of what could happen next. 

[asklaww]

her muscles, her fingers, and the VEINS. abby, what a woman you are

[madewithsilk]

dark abby fucking Ellie’s sweet girlfriend PLEASE

ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ᴇʟʟɪᴇ'ꜱ ɢꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (pt2)

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴀʙʙʏ ɪꜱ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪʟʟ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ʜᴀʀꜱʜ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ

— ᴄᴡ; ᴅᴜʙ ᴄᴏɴ (?), ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴜꜱᴀɢᴇ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ʙᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏɪɴɢ, ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ

Ellie knew something was up since the moment she stepped foot into her house. The unusual silence as she took off her shoes and then the slight whimpers once she started walking down the hallway. Ellie's brow cocked, making her way to the bedroom where she was meet with stifled moans and shushing. Ellie twisted the door knob, your figure ass up, face down, hands tied behind your back and forced into an arch by Abby's hand.

Ellie shook in anger, staring at the same woman who ruined her life about to ravish her girlfriend. Your eyebrows were knit together, look so sweet, Ellie had the urge to save you. Cause it had to be forced, right? She tried to step closer to Abby, yet when Abby's gun pressed harshly against the back of your head, Ellie froze. You whimpered, "Abs'!" You complain, as if this wasn't what you agreed to, fear trembling through you. "Stay where you are, and I won't hurt her. Got it?" Abby demands, watching Ellie shift on her feet, itching to get you yet stays in place.

Abby keeps your wrists in place, digging her hand now into your hair, releasing the gun. She tugs, groaning at your little whimpers. Her strap was buried to the hilt inside you, her pelvis against your ass. "Let me— fuck– tell you how I got your pretty girlfriend to let me fuck her." Abby says, thrusting slowly in and out. You were a babbling, incoherent mess beneath her. Practically a dumb toy, allowing Abby to pull your hair and fuck your velvety cunt. Abby smacked your ass, already a bunch of red marks from before Ellie got home. "Told her a whole fuckin' sob story, and this sweet lil' girl let me pin her down in no time." Her pace quickens, fucking you stupid as Ellie watched.

Ellie practically growls, vision narrows at the scene. "Get your hands off her, Abby." She speaks yet it falls on deaf ears, Abby's grip on your hair becoming tighter to lift you up and rub lazy circles into your clit. Abby chuckled at Ellie desperately wanting to look away but too afraid that even in a split second you'd be harmed. "Stop fuckin' actin' like I forced her, she stripped for me, sucked my strap for me," Abby let go of your hair, face planting into the bed, your drool gathering on the sheets. "Always gettin' everything, even a sweet girl with a tight and willing cunt." Abby complained, cooing into your ear as she fucked you with an overwhelming force.

"Fuckkk— fuck fuck–" You babbled, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hardly able to make eye contact with Ellie. Abby grabbed your nape this time, hand circling your throat and pressing against your airway firmly. She lifted you by your neck, hardly breathing as she spoke right into your flushed cheeks. "Too bad she's a damn slut, huh?" Abby degraded, slapping you harshly against your cheek, hips still pistoning against yours. "Huh?" Abby emphasized once again, spitting on your red cheek this time. "Did you know how fucking greedy she was, Williams?" Abby asked, her lips parted, kissing down your exposed neck, still not allowing you to breathe.

"She jus' felt so bad for me, guess i'm pretty damn persuasive." Your lack of senses was overstimulating, hands tied along with your eyes blurry from tears. Ellie didn't respond, just watching how you moaned in response to every little movement. Your face was turning pale, hardly any oxygen in your system. "Stop doing that! Let her go—" Abby released your neck, allowing you to collapse again. "Cu— cumming-" Abby tugged your hair, movements away from giving you whiplash. Your orgasm crashed over you, eyebrows furrowed and squinting through your peripheral to see Abby's pulling her strap out of you with a filthy noise, your sopping cunt clenching around nothing.

Abby got up, unbuckling her harness and laying it ontop of your back. Watching you pant, the silicone tip painting your back muscles with your own cum, Abby wipes sweat off her forehead. "Sweet girl, bet Ellie neglects you huh?" She swipes drool off your chin. "Doesn't treat you as nasty as you deserve to be treated." You don't respond, simply murmuring and wiggling your ass. She grabbed her gun, shoving it into Ellie's chest. Ellie panicked slightly, eyes wide, resentment coursing through her veins. "Fuck her, or kill her. Either way works." She whispered before leaving.

The mess you were left in was picturesque. Her spit, your drool, your tears. Hands tied behind your back. Cum running down your back and lovely red mark on your cheek!

[ellieslittleslutt]

Random Loser!Ellie Head Cannons ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹

MEN DNI!!!

⋆｡°✩ she would send you random videos when she’s at the store or trying new foods, or just when she’s high and needs to ramble about her comics.

⋆｡°✩ speaking of comics, the first time you came over she was so embarrassed of the giant collection she had on display on her shelves. like this girl had to buy another shelf from ikea just so she can display it all.

⋆｡°✩ she’s the type no matter where she’s always touching you. at the grocery store? holding your hand. folding laundry? head in your lap. literally no matter what always in contact.

⋆｡°✩ at night she wears the most ridiculous shirts to bed. she has a shirt with just micheal ceras face on it claiming “babe he’s apart of the family”

⋆｡°✩ her wardrobe is the gayest shit ever. mass mass MASS amount of flannels and graphic tees. also has a weird amount of tank tops and struggles too much picking which to wear. all her pants are either beat up jeans or beat up cargos. takes lots of her clothes from joel.

⋆｡°✩ on her period she’s the biggest baby. gets so clingy too that she’s always cuddling you and even when you’re showering she sits next to the tub while she groans about her cramps.

⋆｡°✩ she claims to her friends that she only listens to grungy ish music never telling them that you guys scream your lungs out to chappell roan.

⋆｡°✩ at night when you’re getting ready for bed she’s up on her nintendo playing pikmin.

“ellie go to sleep”

“but i’m doing a boss fightttt”

⋆｡°✩ she loves watching you get ready for date nights. she pulls up a chair next to the sink while you do your make up and hair just star struck by her girlfriend.

⋆｡°✩ waking up with her she’s always sprawled out arm around your waist snoring as you try to wiggle out to pee and she groans clinging tighter.

⋆｡°✩ definitely send you pictures like this saying “babe this might be us.”

⋆｡°✩ the worst brain rot you’ve ever seen.

⋆｡°✩ she loves taking your chapstick so much that you got her a princess collection for her birthday and unironically uses them daily and loves kissing you while she wears it.

⋆｡°✩ spoils you so much even if it hurts her wallet. when she comes home from a hang out with jesse and dina she always has either a new plushie or trinket for you.

⋆｡°✩ bought you guys matching plushies getting married and keeps them on your sofa next to eachother.

⋆｡°✩ can’t sleep without her stuffed animals next to her.

⋆｡°✩ on the rare occasions she falls asleep before you she’s sleepily rambling to you while your play with her hair watching her eye lids close slowly and her words slur.

⋆｡°✩ loves it when you paint her nails or doodle on her shoes. she also keeps a photo of you and her with lipstick marks all over her face in her phone case and shows it off all the time.

⋆｡°✩ huge loser but you always tell her “you’re my loser”

a/n: i love her sm omg and i finally got around to doing this!? idk i might write again soon or not depends on if i have the energy

[serqphites]

nothing hurts me more than seeing ellie be written as a stone cold cheating dom who is really rough and mean to her gf, and honestly just lacks personality in general?? let’s not forget that ellie is just a girl who needs her girlfriend!!

18+, mdni, strap-on sex (e! reviving), teeniest bit of angst? oral mentions (r! receiving)

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gf!ellie who sometimes just wants to be the little spoon! she’s sooo nervous about it for no reason. you’ll obviously poke fun at her for it, reassuring her that it’s not a big deal, but she’ll still never outright ask you to spoon her.

ellie had been hesitant to let you roll away from her tonight, you’d offered her the comfort of spooning you to which she kindly denied with a gentle smile and a shake of her head. figuring it wasn’t that much of a big deal, you said goodnight like normal and i turned away from one another (touching butts as usual). after laying there for a few minutes, the sound of what you can only assume is teeth chattering begins to fill the quiet of your shared bedroom. is that ellie? the thought lingers for a moment until the feeling of ellie’s little butt wriggling against your own drags you from your mind, causing you to look back over your shoulder at her curled up frame in the darkness. “you okay els?” your voice is a gentle whisper, ellie nodding in response to your question before she responds back, her voice too barely above a whisper. “i’m jus’cold” your arm is draped over her waist in seconds, your front pressing up against her back as your face nuzzles into the back of her neck. what ellie wants, ellie gets.

gf!ellie who sometimes just needs a hug. :(

patrol can get overwhelming for her sometimes, exhausting her body and mind to the point she can’t even speak coherent words as her bottom lips quivers, her fingers coming up to pinch her baggy eyes as if to close the dam threatening to overflow. “oh el’s” you coo, reaching out for her just as she crumbles into your arms.

gf!ellie who can never shut up about you. constantly telling jesse about how much of a dork you are and how you “match her dorkegy” (dork energy). poor dina has to always give her advice on how to make you feel better after she’s accidentally upset you for the 2948593923th time, like i said she is just a girl!! joel is usually the one asking ellie about yourself, always wanting to know what the two of you have been getting up to because isn’t he just so dndosjrnd???

gf!ellie who just wants to hold your hand while her tongue sends you to heaven and back. every time you moan her name or just make a noise she likes, squeeze. ellie lovessss squeezes. your hand? she squeezes i. love. you. whenever she can’t say it. your thighs? she can’t keep her hands off. your cheeks? you’re too cute that’s not her fault??

gf!ellie who sometimes just wants you to fill her up with your dick strap.

ploughing into her from behind, ellie propped up on her elbows with her head held low, her pretty whimpers and groans egging you on. “takin’ me s’good el’s, how’s it feel hmm?” you can’t help but poke fun, enjoying the role swap a little too much. “feels s- fuck” poor girl can’t even speak, her words falling apart in the back of her throat. how did you let her do this to you so much? you’ve only just started and she’s just about ready to have a warm bath and watch one of the many movies from her very proud collection.

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[princesssmars]

abby eating you out in the back of her car…nsfw.

now, when abby invited you to drive around with her before talking and eating at the romantic cliffside that overlooked the city, you had to admit about thirty percent of your brain was sending out horny little alarm bells.

it was sweet, how she took you to your shared favorite fast food spot before parking at the site and starting up her cute little romantic playlist, pressing a kiss to your cheek when you gushed over how adorable she was.

but you shouldve known better than to gush over abby when she was in a hyper romantic mood, because after placing a playful bit juuust on the right spot on her neck she’s quick to start kissing you on your lips, then tugging off your jackets and maneuvering you into the back seat-

so now you’re here, laying on the back seat car door with one leg propped on the backboard and the other in a crooked angle over the passenger seat while abby grips your thighs and enthusiasticly eats you out like she’s doing her favorite hobby.

you drag your fingers through her scalp and into her let down hair, admiring how her brow relaxes when you do so and her head tries to bury itself deeper into you. biting your lip to try to muffle your moans is useless, her hand pinching the skin of your thigh until you let out a gasp.

she knows every little thing to do to drive you crazy, carrying them out with a drive and efficiency that would scare you if it wasn’t so arousing. just when you feel a twinge of your peak she pulls back her efforts, every time your moans start to stall she sucks roughly at your clit while staring into your eyes.

but you love her attentiveness more than anything, including how she notices the subtle shifting of your hips as you try to get more comfortable, back aching and leg cramping at the uncomfortable position. without stopping she lifts your leg and rests it on her shoulder, scooting her body towards the floor so you can rest against the seat instead of the floor.

you’re close to the edge, your breathing getting harsher and hips not so subtly grinding up into her face. you almost don’t want to cum simply because of how peaceful she looks, eyes damn near rolling into the back of her head as she desperately tries to bring you closer to her mouth. when you crane your neck forward you get the slightest glimpse of her grinding her hips into the car seat and the sight makes your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

you really hope no other couples had the sweet idea of driving up to this lookout, because if they did all they'd hear would be your moans as you continue bucking your hips into abby's face, palm slapping into the fogged-up glass of the window as your whole body trembles.

she guides you through it all, steeling herself so your bucking hips don't push her away from licking up as much of you as she can. if she was a little less euphoric she'd let out a small giggle at your reaction, adoring the way you mean without care and proud of just how long she makes this one last.

you gently lift her head away once you decide you can't take anymore, blonde tresses in your grip as you raise her until you can see the pink of her tongue. she smiles, taking your hand out of her hair and pressing it to her lips for a kiss. her slightly fucked out look only reignites the heat in your stomach, legs shifting and feeling embarrassment when she notices and smiles even wider.

so uh yeah. car sex with abby.

[asothinking]

me forcing myself to watch abby owen boat scene to get a few seconds of abbys boobs:

[owarinaki]

The Last Of Us Season 2 EP2 -Recap 2

Part 1 / Part2 / Part3

[tthoroughfare]

some random modern!abby headcanons as i Cannot think about anything else. NSFW in the latter half spit kink asf i’m not sorry

she’s chronically offline. has social media but does not use it — her IG has one photo from 3 years ago and the only other social media she has is a facebook account she made when she was 14. her entire page is just shit her dad tags her in; photos of her he’s taken while they’re on vacation, cringey middle aged humor, the Facebook Parent works

90% of the time only uses her phone for what a phone is actually for. probably has a super old one because she doesn’t see the point in replacing it; it’s somehow in like perfect condition though

texts in perfect grammar. before you got used to it you literally thought she was mad at you all the time. hasn’t got it figured out what emojis make sense contextually because she doesn’t really use them and occasionally sends you baffling messages like:

“Got off early. Can’t wait to see you. 😬” (was rushing and thought it was a smile)

but sometimes it’s also very cute, like a grandma who just figured out how to text:

“Do you want to tag along with Manny and Nora to a concert on Saturday? The people they were supposed to go with can’t anymore. 🎶🕺🎸”

the type of gf who will get you doing the most random activities. she’s constantly trying new hobbies and always wants you to be a part of it. she’ll decide on a sunday night she wants to pick up rock climbing, have you both signed up and in the climbing gym monday

or she’ll decide on a whim she wants to take you to a restaurant someone recommended even though it’s an hour and a half drive away

med student abby is canon abby…

she really didn’t want to be a cliche and go into it just because it’s what her dad does, but she was always encouraged to excel academically and found herself naturally drifting in that direction

she makes it look easy, but it’s really not. she gets stressed about everything a lot (particularly wrestling with worries about letting her dad down, which you reiterate she couldn’t do if she tried), but doesn’t really show anyone apart from you. you always make her feel better, though, just as she does for you with your problems

grew up well-off, but isn’t a dick about it. very generous with her money, always buying you little treats and picking up the bill despite your protests. takes you on weekends away wherever possible, or a bigger vacation somewhere tropical during the summer

honestly not the best cook… she’s just used to making food for herself, which tends to be pretty plain. gym bro meals ugh. however, has one or two incredible recipes she can pull out the BAG. makes them for you when she knows you’ve had a long day

would 100% be that post of the guy who set his alarm purposefully earlier so that he could wake up and cuddle his partner before he had to actually get up. she’s normally up before you, regardless of the day or time. abby’s an early riser; she loves the morning. you always stir with a warm drink on the bedside table, and either the sound of her pottering around the apartment or a text saying something along the lines of:

“Heading to the gym. Gave you a kiss before I left but you were still clean out, LOL.”

has extremely random and rogue music taste. same with movies. you figure this out not long into knowing her, when you’re talking about favorite films and she deliberates before carefully stating that her all-time top three are flushed away, interstellar and an old foreign movie you couldn’t pronounce if you tried

speaking of — loves movies! you guys frequent the cinema, but also like to stay in and have movie nights at home. you’ll watch just about anything together, taking it in turns to choose. when you stay in, you make it a Whole Thing. all the bedding gets moved to the living room, you buy snacks, she sits and lets you meticulously paint a face mask on her

sometimes, you’ll attentively watch the whole thing. sometimes, if you get halfway through and it’s not the best, she’ll allow her fingers to trail down from their position atop your upper arm in a manner she knows you’ll pick up on. dipping under your shirt and rubbing loose, gentle circles at your hip for what feels like forever, before nudging at your jaw with her nose and planting a light kiss. you turn to meet her, eyes flitting between hers and her lips; closing the gap and smirking against her mouth, “you’re not subtle.”

blowing air out of her nose and shrugging, she brings her free hand up to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and deliberate, everything from the way she moves her lips against yours, to how she steadily shifts you on top of her. she likes to take her time with you, gets off when you have to say please

segueing into nsfw… praise kink spit kink gentle domination vers dynamic hey now

loves it when you show her how desperate you are for her, through words or otherwise. while i can’t see her being much of a talker herself (not to say that’s at all), she encourages your blathering about how good she feels, how much you need her. bonus points if you throw her name in there somewhere

should the occasion arise will absolutely put you through the mattress with the strap, but much more so an acoustic girl. two finger tongue combo diva. for her, it’s all about feeling you. how you contract around her, the little signals your body gives her she’s learned so well

to her, that’s the main point of sex. feeling as much of you as she can, feeling close to you, showing you how much she worships you. it’s filthy, yet reverent and devoted. gets a little possessive sometimes, because you’re hers and only she can have you how she does

whether it be arched up, her fingers plowing into you as she kisses her way over your upper back, hand threaded through your hair. stopping to suck a mark where your neck meets your shoulder, murmuring to ask if you can take three (she knows you can, just wants to hear you say it)

or on top of her, legs slotted together and your hand firmly bracing yourself on her knee whilst you rut against her. hearing her get slightly louder and higher pitched, revelling in the way she looks up at you, brows drawn and eyes full. shared wetness pooling and mingling, her hands all over you like she can’t decide which inch of sweat-sheened skin she wants to touch more

or after you’ve eaten her out and she’s still coming down, you running a hand over the outside of her thigh then kissing over her stomach — making your way back up to her lips, allowing her to taste herself through the sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. licking into her dirtily, running a thumb over her lower lip and softly telling her to open. abby doing as you say; always does as you say. a glob of spit falling from your mouth to hers which she accepts gladly, breathing jagged as she swallows. spurred on, dragging you back in with fervor, moving a hand to circle over your sopping clit

she’s never been like this with anyone, never wanted everything of a person so badly. she’d do anything for you, to you, let you do anything to her

while she does like it to be languid, to last, sometimes she can’t help herself. it’ll be the morning and she’ll rouse, tired eyes dragging over your form. abby shifting closer and wrapping an arm around your waist, you’ll stir a little and groan softly, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek and pivoting your head to give her a kiss. both brains still foggy, operating on basic wants, it doesn’t take long for it to turn from an innocent good morning peck to a desperate mess of tongues. then, to her mouthing at your neck, sliding her fingertips over your bare torso to knead at your breast. you’ll tilt your head back, let out a mewl of her name, before remembering it’s a weekday.

“what time is it?” you’ll ask, freezing and subconsciously trying to look at the clock.

“don’t worry, we’ve got time,” she’ll respond against your skin without missing a beat, hand making its way between your legs and coaxing a sharp exhale from you, “i’ll be quick, i promise.”

she knows you well — she certainly can be quick. still has time to make you that coffee she always does, too.

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