#abby anderson x gender neutral reader

[andersonfilms]

NSFW EIGHTEEN+

all i seem to think about lately is religious!abby who grew up in a church all her life, always been told she needs to be with a man, marry one, build a life with one — owen in particular is who she’s been told to have. the arranged marriage she was basically grown into. 

in her early twenties, yet has she had the opportunity to be with another. a promise to her father, with the cross-necklace laying on her chest, she’s dedicated to being celibate until marriage. a pact practically bound by the blood of virgin mary, she believes in the sacred bond she has through faith with her god and savior, jesus christ. funnily enough, it’s the words she utters as you corner her in the bathroom. well…not so much as cornered, not with those curious blue eyes begging for something, anything to unburden her from the life abby feels trapped in. even if she knows it goes against everything she’s been taught, she doesn’t stop you from snaking your hand up her sunshine sunday dress, bright blue as it bring out her eyes, never leaving your actions. at first, your fingers only running along her folds, teasing the era until she’s dripping for you. there isn’t a doubt in your mind she’s never felt anything like this. 

the gold cross pendant a pawn in her mouth as if the only purpose it’s ever served is to be a prop until the cadence revealed itself. the truth of religion can be found on the tips of your fingers, the delicate touches on abby’s clit. abby lets her mind wander into the altar, the communion she takes, you’ll be the sin she begs for forgiveness next. seeping into her body like the blood pumping through her veins, the lone reason for her existence was for you. no god could compare to this, the trembling of her thighs, the moans she whispered in hopes not even her savior from above could hear her. 

is god really the way, the truth, and the light if she sees heaven through your eyes? 

��this is what you wanted isn’t it? someone to save you from the chains you call religion? let me set you free.” without a second more wasted, your tongue laps at her pussy, enjoying the way she can barely hold herself up. letting you claim something now has had the privilege of venturing. she would be shunned, ostracized from society if anyone knew the truth. 

truthfully, it’s an easy task. the angelic blonde so deprived of another’s touch she slithers in the hands of a snake, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time. it’s quick, overwhelming when she comes undone, spilling her sweet nectar into your lips, hips moving uncontrollably as she fucks your face. knuckles bearing the color of winter snow, clutching onto her dress that rests at her toned abdomen as you swallow every last drop. 

stepping away from her, you grab a washcloth, running it under warm water, abby unable to move. impending doom washes over her guilty, and now sinful, heart. this never should have happened, the voice in her head repeats, the path of self righteousness was supposed to be hers but now she finds herself acquainted with the sinner and the snake, straying from the life of a discipline and discipleship. 

“hold your pretty dress for me. can’t get it wet, can we?” abby lifts her dress, clutching it as the warm wash rag gently cleans her, she feels your fingers dip inside her slightly, thorough as you clean up her cum. 

“i should get back out there.” abby shyly whispers. “my dad will be looking for me…and owen.” 

“right.” you toss the used rag on the countertop, “just one more thing.” 

with a passion laced in your tongue, you steal her breath away, lips locking either her pinky, pouting ones. abby can only assume the salty but even sweeter taste is her. whimpering as you squeeze her small tits through the pale blue dress, abby can’t help but grind against your legs between her legs, aching for something more. this time, you deny her of what she so desperately needs. 

“come and find me when you’re ready for a real fuck, princess.”

[abigails-gf]

Hi can you do abby x reader with chronic migranes who forgot to take medication cause this happened to me recently and ugh. also i love ur writing sm its so good and talented

abby x gender neutral reader.

abby helps her partner who has chronic migraines.

a/n: hi! i'm not someone who experiences chronic migraines but i hope this is okay. i tried my best to write something accurate. this article helped me write this a bit! i hope you like it. please take your medication! <33 and thank you aa, i'm so glad you like my writing! take care of yourself, anon!

you were out grocery shopping with abby, walking through the different aisles. all the sounds around you and the lights slowly started to affect you – making your head hurt.

“abs, can we go home?” abby turned around, avocados in her hands. “your head’s hurting?” you nodded. she hurried herself to put the vegetables in the cart and walk to the cash registers. “did you make sure to take your earplugs?” you searched them in your pocket and pulled them out of their box, putting them in your ears. they muffled out the sounds around you, but still allowed you to hear abby when she spoke to you. “you can hold my arm if you start to feel dizzy.” she said to you with a reassuring smile.

abby paid for the groceries and got out of the shop. you still held her arm before she gave you the car keys. “go wait for me in the car, i’m gonna put the cart back.” you nodded and walked to the car.

you felt your head pounding as you walked under the sun. you made your way to the car and sat in the passenger seat and closed your door, waiting for abby.

she opened the backseat door and put the grocery bags there before getting in the driver seat. you gave her the keys and she started the car. you closed your eyes as hard as you could to try and block the light. “you took your medication this morning, baby?” you kept your eyes shut and shook your head. abby sighed. “s’fine. once we get home, you’ll take it.”

abby left the bags in the car, said she’d take them later. she opened the door of your apartment, guided you to your bedroom and made you sit on the bed. she closed the blinds, putting the room in complete darkness. she helped you take your shoes off. “stay here, i’m gonna get you some water and your meds.”

she came back a few minutes later with a bottle of water and your medicine in her hand. “here.” she said, handing you the pill. you put it in your mouth and took a sip of water from the bottle, swallowing your medication. abby put the bottle on the floor, right next to your side of the bed. “now, lay down.” you did as she said, closing your eyes once your head hit the pillow. “that’s good.” she kissed your forehead. “make sure to drink some water, okay? and you can call me if you need anything. i’m just gonna go get the bags and come right back up.” you nodded and tried to relax your body. “painkillers are in the bedside cabinet, okay? don’t take more than two.” you opened your eyes and smiled softly at abby. “thank you for looking after me.” abby smiled back and kissed your head once more before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. you closed your eyes and listening to the silence around you, slowly drifting off to sleep.

[moncharrow]

water polo player! abby

a/n: hey!! i know i said id be posting for ellie first but this thought hasn't left me for a month. i love the though of this oh my god i am feral. thanks for reading! rb or comment to support a lil fic author :) also i'm gonna be referring to water polo as a super gay sport and that's because it is xoxo i mean high contact with buff women. like.

-content/warnings: 1.4k, mentions of contact sport violence, smut scenes (strap, riding abby, nickname 'beautiful', semipublic sex in a locker room, fingering, oral (both receiving), gn reader but has a pussy, mentions of roughhousing in water/ drowning (not really drowning but yk)

men dni.

water polo is one of the most intense sports- it's high contact, rough, with a high probability of being punched, getting a black eye, etc

but when you're as buff as ms abby anderson here, it's not as big of a deal

there aren't really many set positions in wp, but the most important one is center- placed front-and-center of the goal, they're the person everyone looks to to get a good shot

center has to be dependable, strong, and fast

abby is perfect! her drive is amazing (ahem ahem) and she's constantly swimming like crazy to get into position so her team can rely on her

she started in high school, learning the ropes and getting to know the sport

got crazy good, and was definitely a very proud varsity athlete. she knows she's good, so why shouldn't she flaunt a bit?

im gonna be honest she absolutely wore her varsity jacket for way too long during freshman year in college

she joined her collegiate team (possibly on a small grant/scholarship) and met the most amazing team

it's hard to be queer in sports a lot of the time, but her entire team is queer/allied!! she has a space to be herself which she really appreciates

she blossoms on that team

every girl at her college absolutely drops their panties for her im not even kidding. its not even that fun to her because she just wants someone to love, not just a hookup

((that doesn't mean she rejects them all though))

the pretty center draws crowds to the natatorium

and that includes you, of course

you're a friend of the goalie and you're not all that into sports, but once you hear that the hot girl you've been thirsting over in org. chem is there?? it's all over, goodBYE

you are seated right in the action, front row of the bleachers, cheering in school colors, pretty eyes glimmering in the bright sun, sweat drops dripping down the front of your shirt

abby is fully focused on her game but when she's benched she gets a liiiiiittle distracted ngl

like i said though, she's mostly game face

but after a win? she feels like she's never lost. she's pure confidence and she decides to keep the streak going and see if she can successfully get your number

it's slightly awkward because when abby gets closer she sees that wow you are so much more attractive than she first thought when she had chlorine water in her eyes

so she just doesn't ask you out lolol she bails and bugs the goalie about you for the week leading up to the game, asking who you are, if you're coming next time, if you like this or that

her hands are so large and strong from gripping that ball... just imagine what they could be used for !

her thighs are absolutely massive- she has to stay above the water somehow, and the kicking she has to do has sculpted her into a thunder-thigh goddess

eating her out is insane because she fucking clamps down on your head with her thighs LMAO

broad shoulders that you can hold while riding her

strong shoulders that you grip and squeeze onto for dear life every night before a game as she plows into you for "good luck"

-the room is filled with the rhythmic slapping of her skin against your thighs as she grips your hips and bucks up into you.

"taking it so well for me, huh? my little good luck charm..." and you can't say anything. you just whine as you feel every muscle in her body working overtime to treat you just right

the veins in her forearms throb and pop out as she bounces you up and down, touching and squeezing and groping everywhere she can. she looks up at you cheekily, biting her lips and grinning. "there we go, beautiful, look 't you go"

"i'll be sore tomorrow" she says. it isn't a complaint. she says it's her favorite workout

yeah she says she's done but she's also finger fucking you in the locker room during half-time

-"sorry coach, i'll be quick, i promise!" abby lifts herself out of the pool with pure upper body strength, muscles tensing and water dripping off her like some kind of lesbian wet dream. when she promises haste, she means you'll be quick, because you know the drill. you're already amongst the rows of lockers as abby pushes you against them, sliding past your underwear and shoving her fingers in. her thumb is on your clit, middle and ring fingers finding your g-spot immediately and going at it relentlessly. "think you can do 5 minutes for me, beautiful?

-you can because she won't accept anything else. you're cumming all over her fingers, groaning at the overstimulation as she fucks you through it. when you're done, she pulls out, inserting her fingers into her mouth and cleaning them. you shoot her a playful dirty look as she jogs back out the locker room door

-"thanks for the pep talk, babe!" girl.

she wins every game and says it's because of you

it's sweet, but she's just that good of an athlete

but if you met her because you play too? oh get ready for a whole 'nother world

you're her defense during practice, in the trenches with her and jumping over her shoulders to make sure she doesn't get the ball

but she'll do petty shit to fluster you, like turning and kissing your shoulder and holding your hand in the middle of wrestling for position like ???

-"anderson!" the team captain reprimands. she gives a cheeky smile and puts her game face back on, pinching your thigh underwater where nobody can see

water polo players' love language is straight up drowning people. like the coach yells for everyone to meet him in the corner of the pool and instead she's fucking barrelling toward you, wanting to pull you under

when you're waiting to practice throwing the ball into the goal, she'll slide under the surface and tug at your ankles to pull you

when you come back up, she's giggling like a child and acting like it was another teammate

-"abby, i know it was you, you idiot!" you say, grinning

despite not really having jerseys like in other sports, abby will have you wear her team merch with logos

you wear last year's team shirt to bed, her flannel pants to class, her two-piece tops when you go to the beach with her

you go crazy for her when she's in her polo suit. they're tight so that players can't get grabbed, but it's tight in all the right places

it showcases abby's broad shoulders and slutty waist, curving around her chest and tastefully contouring her back muscles

thank god for this sport, you think

she always complains about how the suit rides up her butt, giving her a slight wedgie, but it gives you perfect access to her tight ass

smacksmacksmack

-"can you hold off for one minute, babe?"

-"no."

it's like there's no person attached to that ass. and she's just as obsessed with yours dw! she uses those big hands to grasp your entire cheek and land a harsh slap! on there that makes you jump. she just smiles n laughs

water polo! abby who takes you out to dinner after games and ends up stealing your food because "ohmygodbabeimsohungryyoudontevenunderstand"

it's like she's never eaten

speaking of eating... (im sorry)

she will throw your legs open when she eats you out. if you try to shut them she'll use the full force of her forearms to pin your thighs down and dig her face deeper in your pussy, sucking and licking like a woman starved

who wrote that. i didn't. anyways..

you put her hair up in a fishtail braid for her !! then she'll ask you to put her swim cap on and give you a cute smile when you screw it up

-"i fucked it up! sorry!"

-"babe it looks great" while she's tucking all her shorter hairs into the bottom of it

if her team is winning by a lot, she'll mess around a bit and point at you after she scores a goal, and you roll your eyes and your face feels hot because she's so ridiculous

but you do feel a lil special.

anyways water polo abby mi amor :3333 take me in the locker room

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱

Mike Schmidt x gender neutral reader

Summary: The oppressive heat of the day was becoming too much. Even the smallest actions seemed impossible to tackle. You decide at the last minute to spend the rest of the day at the beach together, but you can’t help but notice how Mike can’t enjoy this day off with all the thoughts troubling him. You set yourself a goal to make sure Mike can relax and enjoy this day as much as possible.

Warnings: No pronouns used towards the reader. Adults embracing their inner child for a change. You giving Mike a message because he deserves it. Lots of teasings and sexual tension between you and Mike. Lots of fluff. Smut. Fluffy and joyful aftermath.

Words count: 7000

Can also be found on wattpad and ao3

The oppressive heat of the morning hung in the air, heavy and unyielding, as you sat at the kitchen table, fanning yourself lazily with the paper fan Abby had made.

The paper fan did little to fend off the sweltering temperature, but the bright smile on Abby's face when she'd given it to you was worth every half-hearted breeze it managed to produce. Abby was sprawled on the floor, her crayons scattered around her as she focused intently on her latest drawing, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Mike was in his usual spot, the old armchair that had seen better days, shirtless and looking more like a relic himself.

His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn't really asleep. He never truly relaxed, not even in the dead of night.

The faint hum of a fan did little to alleviate the stifling heat that wrapped around the room like a thick, suffocating blanket.

You watched as beads of sweat formed on Mike's forchead, glistening in the dim light that filtered through the exhaustion and the relentless burden of responsibility.

His hair, damp with sweat, clung to his forehead, and his arm hung limply over the side of the armchair, fingers twitching slightly in his half-conscious state.

"Mike, you called softly, not wanting to startle him. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing the dark circles beneath his eyes.

He turned his head slightly, acknowledging your presence.

You rose from your seat, feeling the oppressive heat lift slightly as you moved, and walked over to him.

You perched yourself on the armrest of his chair, a soft smile playing on your lips. He looked up at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and curiosity “It’s too hot to stay in today,” you suggested gently, careful to keep your voice low so Abby wouldn’t overhear.

“What if we go to the beach? Just for the day. It’ll be cooler there, and Abby would love it.” Mike’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face.

He glanced over at Abby, who was oblivious to your conversation, lost in her own world of colors and imagination. Her small hands moved quickly, creating vibrant shapes and scenes on the paper.

“I need to look for a job,” he whispered back, his voice hoarse and strained. “We can’t afford to waste time.” You reached out, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the tension beneath his skin.

“You’ve been trying so hard, Mike. You deserve a break. We all do. Just one day won’t hurt. It might even do us some good.”

He sighed, closing his eyes again as if trying to shut out the reality of your words.

You leaned in closer, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead and pressing a gentle kiss there, “Please,” you urged softly. “For Abby,”

He opened his eyes again, and for a moment, you saw the man you fell in love with the one who would do

anything to see his sister smile.

He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you.

Your smile widened, and you shifted slightly on the armrest, your body leaning into his, offering comfort and support

“Okay,” he agreed quietly. “But just for today.”

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you, Mike. It’ll be good for all of us, I promise.”

Turning to Abby, you raised your voice just enough to catch her attention. “Abby, how would you like to go to the beach today?

Her cyes lit up, and she dropped her crayon, bounding over to you with an enthusiasm that only children could muster in such heat. “Really? Can we, Mike?“ Mike managed a tired smile, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Yeah, we can. Go get ready.”

As Abby dashed off to gather her things, you and Mike shared a look, a silent understanding passing between you.

You slipped off the armrest and knelt beside Mike’s chair, resting your head on his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Thank you,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment. “Anything for you,” he murmured. his voice barely audible over the hum of the fan.

You stayed like that for a while, savoring the rare moment of intimacy and quiet, drawing strength from each other.

Finally, you stood up, offering him a hand. “Come on, let’s get ready. Abby’s probably already packed half the house”

He chuckled, a sound that was both rare and precious. “You’re right. We better make sure she hasn’t packed the kitchen sink”

You both headed to your room to gather your things, the prospect of a day at the beach bringing a lightness to your steps.

The morning sun had only just begun its climb when you, Mike, and Abby finally piled into the car, the oppressive heat already making its presence known.

The car’s air conditioning struggled to provide some relief as you navigated through the winding streets, heading toward the free beach you had found online. Abby was bouncing with excitement in the back seat, her small bag of beach toys clutched tightly in her lap.

Mike’s hand rested on your knee as he drove, a silent gesture of reassurance and connection.

You leaned back, watching the scenery change from urban sprawl to the more relaxed, open roads leading to the coast.

“Are we there yet?” Abby’s voice broke the comfortable silence, her impatience palpable.

“Almost, Abby,” you replied with a smile, turning to look at her. “Just a little bit longer”

Mike glanced at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he squeezed your knee. “Excited, huh?” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and fondness.

Abby nodded vigorously, her eyes wide with anticipation. “I can’t wait to build a sandcastle!”

Finally, you arrived at the beach. It was bustling with activity, families and groups of friends scattered across the sand, umbrellas dotting the landscape like colorful mushrooms.

The salty sea breeze was a welcome change from the stifling heat of the city, carrying with it the sounds of laughter and the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore.

You parked the car, and the three of you made your way to the beach, laden with bags and an unwieldy beach umbrella. The small bar and locker rooms were conveniently located near the entrance, a hive of activity as people changed into their swimwear and bought refreshments.

As soon as you stepped onto the sand, the heat seemed to become more bearable. You could feel the grains beneath your feet, warm but comforting, and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance provided a soothing backdrop. Abby was already racing ahead, her small feet kicking up puffs of sand as she went.

“Let’s set up over there,” you suggested, pointing to a relatively open spot with not too many people around.

Mike nodded, adjusting the bags on his shoulders as you found a place to settle.

The real challenge began when you and Mike attempted to set up the beach umbrella.

The pole seemed to have a mind of its own, stubbornly refusing to stay upright.

"Hold it steady!" Mike grunted, trying to dig the base deeper into the sand.

"I am holding it steady! You push it in!" you retorted, sweat dripping down your face.

The two of you must have looked ridiculous, fumbling with the umbrella, your movements increasingly frantic. Abby's laughter was contagious, and soon you were both laughing too, despite the frustration.

“I’m trying!” he shot back, a playful glint in his eye as he fought with the umbrella. “Why do they make these things so complicated?”

You wiggled the top piece, trying to align it just right, but it kept slipping. The sand was too loose, and every attempt to secure the pole seemed to end in failure.

You both burst into laughter as the umbrella toppled over again, narrowly missing a passerby who gave you a bemused look.

“Sorry!” you called out, trying to stifle your giggles. Mike’s face was red from both the heat and the effort, but he couldn’t stop laughing either. “Okay, let’s try this one more time,” he said, taking a deep breath.

You both crouched down, determined to conquer the stubborn umbrella. Mike dug into the sand with his hands, creating a deeper hole for the pole. “Alright, on three” he said, positioning the bottom piece once more. “One, two, three!”

You pushed the top piece down with all your might, and this time, it stayed. You quickly tightened the screw to secure it in place, and Mike adjusted the angle until the umbrella was finally standing tall and proud.

“Mission accomplished,” Mike declared, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

“Well done, team,” you added, giving Abby a high-five. She beamed at you, her excitement undiminished.

Even though you were in the shade now, you were still heated and sweaty for all the efforts made. Your clothes are all stuck to your body, it was time to take them off.

The locker rooms were nearby, but you opted for the more immediate approach, slipping off your clothes right there on the beach. The feel of the warm breeze against your skin was liberating, and you relished the sensation as you revealed your swimsuit.

You couldn’t help but notice Mike’s eyes on you, his gaze lingering appreciatively. Despite the years you’d been together, there was still something about moments like this that made him flustered. You caught his eyes and smiled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks as well.

“Enjoying the view?” you teased, stepping closer to him.

Mike’s face turned a shade darker, but he grinned, reaching out to pull you into a gentle embrace. “Always,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

His hand slid down to your waist, his touch both familiar and electrifying.

You reached into your bag and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. “Alright, sunscreen time,” you announced, shaking the bottle.

Abby ran over, holding out her arms and legs for you to cover her in the white lotion. Once she was thoroughly slathered, you turned to Mike, holding up the bottle with a mischievous grin. “Your turn.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, but no tickling.”

“No promises,” you teased, squeezing some sunscreen into your hands and beginning to rub it onto his shoulders. You took your time, your fingers working the lotion into his skin with slow, deliberate movements.

You could see the tension melting away from his muscles as he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, and you couldn’t help but notice the slight shiver that ran through him.

You moved your hands in slow circles, working the sunscreen into his broad shoulders and down his arms.

Mike let out a soft laugh, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, sliding your hands down his hairy chest and feeling the hard lines of his muscles under your fingertips. The sunscreen made your touch smooth and slick, and you could feel the heat of his skin beneath the cool lotion.

Your hands wandered lower, applying sunscreen to his stomach and then his back, moving in slow, sensual strokes. You couldn’t help but admire his form, the way his body responded to your touch.

He shivered slightly, a reaction that sent a thriil through you.

“My turn now,” he said once you’d finished, taking the bottle from you. His hands were firm yet gentle as he applied the sunscreen to your back, his fingers brushing your skin in a way that sent a pleasant thrill down your spine.

You turned around, facing him, and handed him the bottle. “Don’t forget my front.”

He nodded, his gaze steady and a bit more intense. He started at your shoulders, working his way down slowly. His hands lingered on your collarbones, then moved lower, tracing the curve of your waist. The sensation was both soothing and electric, each touch a reminder of the connection you shared.

His hands smoothed the sunscreen over your stomach, then moved to your sides. He was taking his time, savoring the moment as much as you were. His touch was deliberate, his fingers exploring every inch of your skin with a tenderness that made your heart race.

You could feel his breath against your skin, his lips brushing your neck as he applied the lotion.

The intimate proximity, the feel of his hands on your body, it was all incredibly sensual. “You’re very thorough,” you teased, your voice barely more than a whisper “I don’t want you to get burned,” he replied, his voice equally soft, laced with desire.

His hands moved to your lower back, then up again, creating a soothing rhythm that made you lean into him.

As he finished, you caught his hand, pulling him closer. “You missed a spot,” you murmured, your voice soft and teasing.

“Where?” he asked, a playful glint in his eye.

“Here,” you whispered, leaning in to press your lips to his. The kiss started slowly, a gentle meeting of lips that quickly deepened. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you could feel his heartbeat quicken against your chest.

You lost yourself in the moment, the world around you fading away as you focused on the warmth and familiarity of his touch.

His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer still, the kiss deepening as you pressed yourself against him. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to you as the kiss grew more passionate. It was a rare moment of abandon, the connection between you palpable and intense.

Abby’s voice broke the moment, calling out from where she was adding the finishing touches to the sandcastle. “Come on, guys! Look at what I made!”

You and Mike exchanged a knowing look, a shared understanding passing between you. “Let’s go see,” you said, taking his hand as you walked over to join Abby.

Abby, oblivious to the silent exchange between you and Mike, was already busy digging in the sand, her laughter mingling with the sounds of the beach. You and Mike joined her, the three of you working together to build a sandcastle, a fortress of memories rising from the golden grains beneath your hands.

The rest of the morning was spent basking in the refreshing embrace of the sea. The water was initially cold. Sending a shiver as you waded in, but it quickly became the perfect temperature. You, Mike, and Abby splashed and played, the weight of the world temporarily lifted as you needed each other’s company.

Yet, despite the fun, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with Mike. More than once, you saw him staring into the distance, his brow furrowed in thought. When he did smile, it often felt forced, a mask to hide whatever was churning his mind.

As the afternoon sun climbed higher, you all took a break for a simple lunch and Abby made friends with a group of girls her age, and soon she was off playing near the water, her laughter ringing out across the beach.

With Abby occupied, you decided it was time to address what had been bothering Mike. He lay on his towel, eyes closed, appearing to the casual observer as if he were asleep.

But you knew better.

The slight tension in his features gave him away.

You settled down beside him, your hand gently brushing his arm. “Mike,” you said softly, “I know you’re not sleeping”

He opened his eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips before it faded. “Can’t fool you, can I?”

“Not anymore.” you replied. returning his smile with a reassuring one of your own. “What’s on your mind?”

He sighed, a long, weary sound that spoke volumes. “I just... I can’t stop thinking about Abby and what the future holds. After everything that happened at Freddy’s, I still need to find a job, and I worry about her all the time. What if I can’t provide for her the way she deserves?”

You took his hand, squeezing it gently “Mike, you’re doing the best you can. Abby is happy and healthy, and that’s because of you. I know things are tough right now. but we’ll get through this together. You don’t have to carry this burden alone.”

He looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and lingering anxiety. “I know, but it’s hard not to worry. I want to give her everything she needs, and I feel like I’m falling short.

“You are not falling short,” you insisted, your voice firm yet comforting. “You’re an amazing brother, and you’re doing everything you can. Finding a job will happen, but you can’t forget to take care of yourself too.“

Mike let out another long sigh, his shoulders slumping as he finally allowed himself to relax a little more. “I keep replaying everything that happened at Freddy’s”, he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt and regret. “I don’t want that kind of danger anywhere near Abby, Or you.”

“I couldn’t stop it,” a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “Every time I think about going back to work, I remember what happened, and it paralyzes me. I feel like I’m failing her every single day”

You reached up to touch his face, guiding his gaze to meet yours. “Mike, look at me. You are not failing her. Abby looks up to you, she loves you, and she e feels safe because of you. And I love you, too. We’re a family, and we support each other. You’re not alone in this.”

His eyes softened, a flicker of hope breaking through the clouds of doubt. “I just want to give her a good life, you know? I want to be the kind of brother she deserves.”

“You already are,” you assured him, your voice steady and full of conviction. “And for her I’m here, too. We’re in this together, remember?”

He nodded, the tension slowly melting away as he absorbed your words. “I do remember. It’s just... sometimes it feels overwhelming. But hearing you say that helps. A lot”

You smiled, feeling a surge of affection for the man beside you. “That’s what I’m here for. To remind you of the truth when you forget it. And right now, the truth is that you’re doing a great job. We’ll find a new job, and we’ll make things work. One step at a time”

Mike’s face broke into a genuine smile, his eyes shining with gratitude as he leaned in and began covering your face with small, rapid kisses.

Each kiss was a wordless thank you, a testament to his appreciation and love. You giggled, swatting at him playfully, but the affection behind his actions warmed your heart.

After a moment, he tried to get up, a hint of his usual older brother's behavior creeping back into his eyes, “I need to put some more sunscreen on Abby,” he said, already starting to rise.

You pushed him back down gently but firmly, using the momentum to get up yourself. “No, you don’t. You stay here and relax. I’ll take care of it.”

He grumbled, a familiar stubbornness in his tone, but he didn’t resist. “Alright, alright,” he conceded, though he didn’t look entirely pleased. Still, he leaned back on the towel, letting out a resigned groan.

You made your way towards Abby, but the moment your feet hit the sand, you realized just how hot it had become. It felt like walking on molten lava.

The grains were like tiny coals beneath your feet, and you found yourself hopping and skipping, trying to minimize contact with the scorching ground.

It was an ungraceful sprint, and you could hear Mike’s soft laughter from behind you, his amusement clear.

Finally reaching the shore, you let out a relieved breath.

Abby spotted you and ran over, giving you a quick hug before darting back to her friends, eager to continue their game.

You knelt down, grabbing the sunscreen from the beach bag, and started applying it to Abby’s back and shoulders, making sure she was well-protected.

One of the girls’ older sisters approached, a friendly smile on her face. “Hey there,” she greeted. “Looks like they’re having a blast.”

“Yeah, they are,” you replied, smiling back. “Thanks for letting Abby join in.” “No problem at all,” she said, watching the children play. “It’s nice to see them all getting along

As you finished applying the sunscreen, the older girl leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, if you and your boyfriend want a few minutes alone, I can keep an eye on Abby for you. She’s in good hands.”

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at her suggestion, surprised by her forwardness. “Oh, um, thanks. That’s really kind of you,” you stammered, caught off guard.

She chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows in a teasing manner.

“You got lucky. The way he’s looking at you right now...well, let’s just say he’s got that lovesick puppy look” she said with a wink, before turning her attention back to the kids.

You turned your head slightly, your blush deepening as you saw Mike indeed watching you from his towel, his gaze filled with affection and a hint of longing.

You thanked her again, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect.

As you approached, Mike sat up slightly, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

One of his leg was bent at the knee while the other was extended, his arms spread out behind him to support his upper body, which was slightly elevated from the ground. The pose made his biceps flex, and the definition in his muscles was more pronounced. His tanned skin and hairy chest were glistened with a thin layer of sweat, highlighting the hard lines of his physique.

You approached him, a playful smile on your lips. “I was hoping to come back and find you asleep,” you teased, kneeling beside him.

Mike chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. “The heat’s too much for that,” he admitted. “It’s like trying to sleep in a sauna.”

An idea sparked in your mind, and you began rummaging through your beach bag. Mike watched you curiously, trying to peek at what you were doing but unable to see. “What are you up to?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You turned back to him, holding up a simple bottle of oil you brought for Abby’s stretch marks. “I was thinking,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes, “maybe I could give you a massage. It might help you relax.”

Mike’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he let out a small, skeptical laugh. “A massage? Out here on the beach?”

“Why not?” you replied, uncapping the bottle. “The sound of the waves, the warm sun... it could be perfect. And besides,” you added, your voice softening, “you deserve it. Let me take care of you for a change.”

His skepticism didn’t fade entirely, but a small, genuine smile tugged at his lips. “Alright,” he said, settling back down on the towel. “i guess I can’t say no to that, especially if it means feeling your hands on me.”

You poured some of the oil into your hands while he turned around, warming it up before you began. Starting at his shoulders, you kneaded the tension out of his muscles, your fingers working into the knots.

Mike let out a low groan, trying to stifle the sound but failing as your hands moved with deliberate pressure and tenderness.

“That feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice a mix of relief and pleasure.

You smiled, continuing to work your way down his back. “Good. Just relax and enjoy it”

As you massaged him, you felt the tightness in his muscles gradually melt away, his body becoming more pliant under your touch.

You took your time, ensuring that every inch of his back was given attention. When you reached his lower back, you could feel the tension that had built up there from stress and long hours of work.

“You’re really good at this,” Mike said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Where did you learn?”

“I’ve picked up a few tricks over the years, it’s not as difficult as it seems” you replied, moving down to his legs.

He let out another contented sigh. “You always know how to take care of me,” he said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. “You’ll never have to find out,” you whispered.

As you finished massaging his back, you felt a sense of satisfaction from seeing him so relaxed. But you weren’t done yet.

You moved to straddle his hips, your hands sliding over his broad shoulders, your fingers pressing into the tight muscles there.

You leaned in close, your breath warm against his ear.

“Feeling good?” you asked, your voice a low, teasing whisper.

Mike shivered beneath you, his hands gripping the towel. “Better than I have in days,” he admitted, his voice rough with suppressed emotion.

You continued your work, your fingers gliding over his skin, kneading and pressing with a mix of firm and gentle touches.

You could feel the heat of his body under your hands, the way his muscles tensed and then relaxed as you worked your magic.

The intimate contact sent a thrill through you, each touch deepening the connection between you.

When you shifted slightly, your fingertips brushing the sensitive area just below his ribs, Mike sucked in a breath, a soft groan escaping before he could stop it.

His reaction sent a flush of satisfaction through you, and you leaned down, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear.

“Like that?” you whispered, a smile playing on your lips.

He nodded, his eyes closed tight, his body shivering with the effort of holding back his responses. “Yeah,” he breathed. “God, yes”

You continued, each touch more deliberate, more focused, as you moved down his back and then to his legs.

Your hands slid over his thighs, kneading the firm muscles there, and you could feel the tension leaving his body with every stroke.

When you finally reached his calves, you could see that he was almost completely relaxed, his breathing deep and even.

You paused to apply more oil to your hands, the sun warming your skin as you shifted your position slightly.

Mike, taking advantage of the momentary pause, reached up and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down on top of him with a

swift, fluid motion.

Surprised, you let out a soft gasp, finding yourself pressed against his chest, your faces inches apart.

“You’ve been teasing me this whole time,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I think it’s only fair I get a little payback.”

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours in a heated kiss, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer. The kiss was deep, filled with the pent-up emotions and unspoken desires that had been simmering between you.

Your hands moved instinctively to his shoulders, feeling the strength and warmth of his body beneath you.

He kissed you with a fervor that left you breathless, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting and teasing. Your bodies pressed together, the heat of the sun and the feel of his skin against yours creating a heady, intoxicating sensation.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, but he didn’t let you go far. His lips moved to your neck, trailing kisses down your throat, each touch sending shivers through your body.

“Mike,” you breathed, your voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. “We’re on the beach...”

“No ones watching,” he murmured against your skin, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you even closer. “I just want you.”

Your own hands now exploring the hard planes of his hairy chest, the feel of his muscles under your fingertips.

The world around you faded, leaving just the two of you, caught up in a moment of pure, unfiltered passion.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally pulled back, both of you breathing heavily, your hearts pounding in sync.

Mike looked up at you, his eyes filled with a combination of love, desire, and a hint of playful satisfaction

“Consider that payback for all the teasing,” he said with a smirk, his hands still resting on your hips.

You laughed softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I deserved that,” you admitted, your voice soft and filled with affection.

As you and Mike lay together on the beach, the heat of the sun seemed to pale in comparison to the fire between the two of you.

The kiss had ignited a flame that neither of you could ignore, and as you looked into each other’s eyes, you knew that the playful teasing and stolen touches were leading to something more profound.

You glanced over to where Abby was still playing with her friends, her laughter a reassuring sound.

Mike’s hand slipped into yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he stood up. “Let’s take a walk,” he suggested.

You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation.

The two of you walked along the edge of the beach, the sand cool and damp beneath your feet. You moved stealthily, making sure not to draw too much attention. The beach wasn’t too crowded, but you still took care to avoid curious eyes.

Ahead, you spotted the locker rooms of the free beach, a small building that offered a bit of privacy. You exchanged a glance with Mike, and the shared understanding passed between you in an instant. He led you towards the building, and you both slipped inside, the door closing softly behind you.

The locker room was dimly lit, with the faint smell of saltwater and sunscreen lingering in the air. You quickly checked to make sure it was empty before locking the door behind you. The confined and small space felt intimate, the sound of your breathing the only noise breaking the silence.

Mike pulled you close, his hands settling on your hips as he looked down at you with a mixture of desire and affection. “I’ve been wanting this all day,” he murmured.

You smiled up at him, your own desire mirrored in his eyes. “Me too,” you admitted, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He didn’t waste another moment.

His lips found yours in a heated kiss, the intensity of it taking your breath away. His hands roamed your body, sliding up your sides, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

You responded with equal fervor, your hands moving over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your fingertips.

His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone.

You tilted your head back, giving him better access as your fingers tangled in his hair.

“I want you,” you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Mike’s hands slid under your shirt, his fingers tracing the lines of your ribs, sending shivers through your body. He lifted your shirt over your head, discarding it carelessly.

His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you, his hands returning to your bare skin, mapping every inch of you.

You reached for him, your hands finding the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down.

He helped you, shedding the last of his clothing, and you did the same, the two of you standing naked in the dim light, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat between you.

With a deft yet gentle motion, Mike pinned you against the cool tile wall, the contrast in temperature sending a delicious shock through your system.

Mike’s hands moved down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, anchoring yourself to him. The new angle brought your bodies flush together, your core pressing against him, the intimacy of the moment intensifying. You could feel the hard lines of his body, the tension in his muscles as he held you securely.

His lips found yours in a searing kiss, filled with a hunger that left you breathless. You responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

His hands, calloused yet tender, traced patterns on your skin, exploring with a familiarity that spoke of countless shared moments and intimate secrets.

You felt the rough texture of his fingertips as they skimmed your thighs, the press of his hips against yours, grounding you in the here and now.

His mouth traveled from your lips to your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses that made you gasp with pleasure.

His body covered yours, his weight a comforting presence as he kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperation that matched your own.

Your hands roamed his back, feeling the play of muscles under his skin, the strength and power in his movements. He moved against you, his body aligning with yours, and you gasped at the sensation, your back arching off the floor.

“Mike,” you whispered, your voice filled with need.

He shifted slightly, adjusting his hold on you as he positioned himself. The sensation of him entering you was exquisite, a slow, deliberate motion that made you gasp.

"You're everything to me," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with emotion.

He began to move, a slow and steady rhythm that built with intensity.

Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you lost yourself in the sensation.

The sound of your breathing, mingled with soft moans and whispered words of love, filled the small space, creating an intimate symphony that resonated with your deepest emotions.

Mike’s movements grew more urgent, the intensity of his desire mirrored in your own responses. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips trailing kisses along your skin, each touch sending shivers through your body.

The pleasure peaked, a wave of sensation that left you trembling, your body arching against his as you cried out his name.

Mike followed you over the edge, his own release a powerful surge that left him shuddering against you, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. He held you close, his arms wrapping around you as you both came down from the high, the world slowly coming back into focus.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, content to lie there, tangled together in the aftermath. Finally, Mike lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with a look of love and satisfaction.

“I love you,” he said softly, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with the depth of your feelings.

Reluctantly, you began to untangle yourselves, the reality of the world outside the locker room seeping back in.

You dressed quickly, sharing a few stolen kisses and whispered words as you prepared to rejoin the world.

Emerging from the dim, secluded locker room into the blinding sunlight felt like stepping into an oven. The heat was oppressive, wrapping around you like a heavy blanket, making it hard to breathe.

Both of you resembled waterfalls of sweat, your bodies glistening under the relentless sun. The intensity of your recent activities had left you both panting, each breath a laborious effort.

Your cheeks were so red that they felt like they were on fire.

Mike noticed your struggle. “Come on,” he said softly, guiding you to a nearby bench shaded by a cluster of palm trees. “We need to cool down a bit before going back at the beach.”

You leaned against him, feeling the heat making your limbs feel heavy and sluggish. Despite the discomfort, there was a sense of closeness between you, an intimacy that transcended the physical.

“A bath in the sea sounds perfect right now,” you murmured, fanning yourself weakly with your hand. The motion did little to alleviate the stifling heat, but it was something.

Mike kissed your forehead, tasting the salty tang of sweat but not caring in the slightest. His touch was tender, a reminder of the depth of his feelings. “Are you sure it’s not too early? We just ate an hour ago,” he asked, his voice tinged with both worry and a hint of his protective nature.

You chuckled, despite the discomfort. “I’m pretty sure we’ve burned off enough calories,” you joked, the words coming out in a breathless whine. “This heat is unbearable.”

“Wait here,” he said before standing up suddenly “I think I saw something that can help.

Before you could ask what he meant, he was already walking away. You tried to get up to follow him, but a sharp pain in your lower back made you wince.

The aftermath of your earlier passion had left its mark, and you settled back onto the bench, waiting for Mike’s return.

Seeing him relaxed, even playful, was a reminder of why you loved him so deeply.

A few moments later, he reappeared, triumphantly holding a long, flexible tube. The kind people used on the beach to rinse off sticky sand.

He aimed it at you with a playful grin and released a stream of icy water.

The cold water hit your overheated skin like a shock, and you let out a yelp of surprise, followed by uncontrollable laughter.

The icy spray was a stark contrast to the sweltering heat, and the sensation was both jarring and exhilarating.

“Mike, no!” you squealed, laughing as you tried to shield yourself.

Mike’s laughter joined yours, a rare sound that made your heart swell with love.

“Stop! It’s freezing!” you cried out, unable to stop giggling. The water, cold and sharp, cut through the oppressive heat, a welcome relief against your overheated skin.

But he didn’t stop.

He continued to splash you, the icy water quickly cooling your overheated skin.

Your laughter was infectious, and soon you were both lost in a moment of pure, carefree joy.

It was a side of Mike you cherished: seeing him let go, having fun, and allowing himself to be happy. For a man who often carried so much on his shoulders, these moments were precious and fleeting.

Finally, he turned the hose on himself, the cold water making him gasp but grin all the same.

He shook his head like a wet dog, droplets flying everywhere, before turning back to you. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his skin glistening with water, and he looked more handsome than ever.

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, seeking the shared coolness of your bodies.

“I love seeing you like this,” you whispered, your voice filled with affection. “Happy.”

Mike kissed you deeply, his lips cool and refreshing against yours.

The kiss was a mix of gratitude and desire, a testament to the bond you shared. “Thank you,” he

murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for always being there for me.”

You smiled, your heart overflowing with love. “Always,” you replied, your voice a soft promise.

It was in these quiet, intimate moments that you truly understood the depth of his feelings, the vulnerability he so rarely showed to the outside world.

The sand was still boiling, but thanks to the quick bath Mike gave you, the thin layer of water that now hugged your feet made the walk back to the beach more bearable.

The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the beach. The air was still hot, but the idea of cooling off in the ocean was irresistible.

You glanced over at Abby, who was engrossed in a sandcastle competition with her new friends.

“Abby, do you want to join us in the water?” you called out, waving to get her attention. She looked up, her face glowing with excitement. “Not yet! We’re almost done. I’ll come soon!”

She replied, already turning back to her masterpiece.

You smiled and turned to Mike

“Guess it’s just us for now.”

“Looks like it,” he said with a grin. He reached out, taking your hand as you walked towards the water. The cool waves lapped at your feet, a welcome relief from the heat.

As you waded deeper into the azure waters, the cool embrace of the sea enveloped you, soothing your sun-kissed skin. The gentle waves lapped against you, a serene symphony that calmed your racing thoughts.

Mike dove headfirst into the water. He emerged moments later with a splash, droplets cascading down his face like tiny diamonds.

He wiped his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the beachgoers, a look of pure contentment settling on his features.

You stood still, savoring the coolness and the rhythmic dance of the sea around you. Your hands dipped into the water, lifting it to your face, the refreshing splash a welcome relief.

Noticing your stillness, Mike swam over, his eyes sparkling with playful curiosity. “Why are you just standing there?” he asked, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

“I’m just taking it all in,” you replied evasively, though the truth was more complex.

Mike tilted his head, his eyes searching your face with gentle concern.

“There’s more to it than that,” he said softly. “What’s going on?”

You sighed, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “It’s just… well, I’m feeling a bit sore from earlier. Moving around is a bit painful.”

A flush crept up Mike’s cheeks, his eyes widening in realization. “Oh,” he said, clearly flustered.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You cut him off with a soft laugh, placing a reassuring hand on his chest.

“You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault for being, well, that big,” you said with a teasing smile.

Mike broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, his head dropping to your shoulder as he shook with amusement.

His chest vibrated with each chuckle, the sound both infectious and comforting. “I love you,” he said between laughs, lifting his head to meet your gaze. “I love you so much.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for him. “I love you too,” you replied, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Even if you are a bit too much to handle sometimes.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, his eyes twinkling with affection.

Just then, you noticed Abby making her way towards you, her small figure bobbing in the water as she swam with determination. Her face was lit up with joy, and she waved as she got closer.

“Here comes our little mermaid.” Mike said, his voice filled with pride.

Abby reached you, her eyes bright with excitement. "Look at our sandcastle! It's the biggest one yet!" she exclaimed, her energy contagious.

"That sounds amazing, Abby! I can't wait to see it," you said, reaching out to help her float between you and Mike.

The three of you floated together, the water buoying you up, creating a perfect sense of unity. The sound of the waves, the distant laughter of other beachgoers, and the warmth of the setting sun combined to create a moment of pure, unadulterated happiness.

Mike held you close, his arms wrapped around both you and Abby "This is perfect," he said softly, his voice filled with contentment, "Absolutely perfect."

You nodded, resting your head against his shoulder, "It really is," you agreed, feeling a profound sense of peace.

As you floated there, surrounded by the people you loved most, in that moment, everything truly was perfect.

Note: I wrote for once a story that doesn’t end right after the smut (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ I've had this somewhat silly and cute idea (especially because of the heat that's melting my brain, so excuse me if it's ridiculous).

If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3

[sweetercalypso]

Can you write something really fluffy about doing face masks with Abby please? <3

no warnings, just fluff! <333

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“Sit still, Abs. m’almost done.”

She sits in the chair in front of your vanity, thighs spread wide to make room for you to stand between her legs. You’re close enough that she can wrap her arms around your thighs while you happily apply the thick clay mask onto her face.

Abby was hesitant to agree when you suggested face masks as a date night idea – skincare just wasn’t something she was into. But with you leaning over her and pouring all your attention into your work, it’s hard for her to remember why she would’ve ever said no.

With an old makeup brush that you’d sacrificed for the full experience, it’s almost soothing the way you smooth the clay onto Abby’s skin. The brush swipes over her the bridge of her nose and across her relaxed jaw, bristles tickling her skin in a foreign sense of bliss. She didn’t even notice that her eyes had slipped shut until you were pulling away and screwing the lid back on the jar.

When you move out of reach and Abby’s hands drop to her lap, she almost whines from the loss of contact. She cracks her eyes open to see you surveying her with a proud grin.  “All done.”

She turns to the mirror to see for herself, barely able to stifle the groan that builds in her chest. I look ridiculous, she thinks.

“How long’s this supposed to stay on?”

“Mm, twenty minutes or so,” you reply, perching on her knee to wait out the time.

She hums and turns her attention to the tubs of creams and serums on your vanity, tapping her fingers idly on the mosaic of colored lids. “D’you actually use all of these?”

“Mhmm,” you answer affirmatively, leaning forward to rummage through a drawer for a hair tie to pull Abby’s hair back from her face.

“Some are for mornings, some are for nights; A few of ‘em are for acne and one’s just for my lips.”

She crinkles her nose under the thick layer of clay, crackling the semi-dry surface and leaving tiny wrinkles between her brows. “Why do you need all that, though?”

“Gotta look pretty for my girlfriend,” you joke, leaning over her pull her hair into a messy ponytail.

“You’re already pretty, baby.”

Abby rests her hands comfortably around your waist, watching your concentrated face as you comb your fingers through her thick, blonde hair. When you’re done, she leans forward for a kiss and you quickly sit back to avoid her.

“Don’t wanna mess up your face mask, Abs. If you kiss me, it’ll rub off.”

She chases after you with puckered lips, reveling in your laughter when she peppers kisses over your cheeks, leaving little traces of clay mask in her path. “That’s okay, baby. I don’t mind sharing.”

[deblklesb]

I'M SO STUPID I ALWAYS TAG MY ONESHOTS "fem!reader" NOT IN SAYING READER PRESENTS HERSELF AS NECESSARILY FEMININE BUT JUST SAYING READER IS AFAB BUT I SHOULD'VE JUST PUT AFAB

like in my head reader has mostly neutral gender presentation, and unless i have to specify clothing i just don't think about it too hard bc my intention most of the times is to keep neutral so anyone can self-insert!! BUT after reading some stuff around here i notice that most of the times "fem!reader" is about like expression+clothing/presentation and the opposite is mostly "masc!reader" as in reader is afab/female and masc in clothing/presentation/expression

idk how to explain that it never crossed my mind that way i swear and now i feel stupid for never noticing it, sorry

[vampyan]

☾  ꕀ  𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 & 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be deleted on sight cus idc.

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻

❧ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼

ellie williams ˖  abby anderson

❧ 𝓴𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓷𝓸 𝔂𝓪𝓲𝓫𝓪

kyojuro rengoku ˖  obanai iguro ˖  tengen uzui & wives ˖  shinobu kocho ˖  sanemi shinazugawa ˖  shinjuro rengoku ˖  zenitsu agatsuma ˖  inosuke hashibira ˖  tanjiro kamado ˖  genya shinazugawa ˖  muzan kibutsuji ˖  akaza ˖  gyutaro ˖  gyokko ˖  hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred)

❧ 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝟑

karlach ˖  lae’zel ˖  minthara

❧ 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

vi ˖  silco ˖  sevika

❧ 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓻𝓪 【 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓹 】

scorpia ˖  catra ˖  shadow weaver / light spinner ˖  adora

❧ 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷

john doe / joker ˖  edward nygma / riddler ˖  harvey dent / two-face ˖  harley quinn

❧ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵

goku ˖  vegeta ˖  broly (dbs only) ˖  frieza ˖  frost ˖  beerus ˖  android 17 ˖  android 18 ˖  zamasu ˖  goku black ˖  jiren

❧ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

mizu (blue eye samurai) ˖  sidon (loz botw & totk) ˖  john doe (visual novel) ˖  victor van dort (corpse bride)

❧ 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

coming soon!

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✓ fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

✓ dom!reader x sub!yandere!character (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

✓ fem or afab!reader for nsfw. fem or gender-neutral!reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader bc i will usually default to fem)

✓ non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

✓ polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: ellabs x reader, ellie x reader x dina, uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, scorptra x reader, catradora x reader)

✓ a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

✓ monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: werewolf!ellie, cryptid!kyojuro, eldritch horror!yandere)

✓ kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✘ sub!reader x dom!character

✘ male or amab!readers.

✘ kink no-no’s: (sexual) non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

✘ forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

September

Sour Times @1980shorrorfilmCSummary: in which…you confront your not-so-great relationship with abby after she had stolen your best friend from you. Warnings: None Special Tag: Soft Ellabs x Reader

The Invasion. @obsessivevoidkitten Summary: Cat Man Alien Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader Warnings: Painful noncon, reader gets smacked, biting, collaring, owner/pet, pet reader, reader tied up Special Tag: OC, Alien, Yandere Oc x Reader

silver heart; clouded judgement—. @zevrra Summary: after the heist mission, upon hearing the bad news about how their life is going to go; V is comforted by Vik who wishes he could do more. Warnings: None Special Tag: None viktor x Reader

Misbehavior —. @moonlit-imagines  Summary: No matter what you did, none of your deeds went unnoticed. Good or bad. Warnings: None Special Tag: Muilt Part Jason Todd x batkid!reader

Tolerate It —. @space-cowgirllll Summary: You sit alone at the table wondering how you ended up here. Warnings: Angst Special Tag: Muilt Part Abby Anderson x reader

werewolf!ellie x vamp!abby x fem!reader @abbysbug (X)Summary: The most difficult times of the month were full moons and blood lusts. Naturally, they had to fall on the same date this month. Warnings: blood drinking Special Tag: none Ellabs x Reader

Orc x reader. @ozzgin (X) Summary: "What are you doing, step bro?" Warnings: None Special Tag: Monster fucking. Oc x Reader

Stupid Adoration @ripleysream (X) Summary: "You look nice," Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around Rhea's waist. Warnings: None Special Tag: None Rhea Ripely x Reader

leave it to her. @jinxificada Summary: for once, you were taken care of. Warnings: None Special Tag: None. Jinx x Reader

Oath —. @girlrotterr Summary: In a kingdom on the brink of new leadership, tensions run high as a coronation draws near. Warnings: None Special Tag: Knight AU Ellabs X reader

Pretty Please. @r3starttt (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Special Tag: Shower Sex Caitlyn x Reader

Decent...? @redr0sewrites (X) Summary: Praise n Mommy kink w/ Service top Caitlyn x fem reader? Warnings: None Special Tag: None. Caitlyn x Reader

Caitlyn kiramman x female reader @reaper2187  Summary: None Warnings: None Special Tag: None. Caitlyn x Reader

leave it to her. @jinxs-gf Summary: it’s your first night working at The Last Drop. the stories of jinx being an…interesting customer are true Warnings: None Special Tag: None. Jinx x Reader

Light Underwater. @spoonguy (X) Summary: Shipwrecked on an alien planet, miles underwater, you are rescued by a lonely alien. Warnings: Claustrophobia, emetophobia, thalassophobia Special Tag: Alien Oc x Reader

Domming the alien. @monstersflashlight (X) Summary: Alien has a mate for life/soulmate situation and can be pretty pathetic Warnings: None Special Tag: Alien, Dom Reader. Oc x Reader

Yandere Socialite. @iwriteyanderes2023 (X) Summary: You regretted agreeing to this. Warnings: Violence, drama between friends, profanity usage, yandere themes, name-calling, sexual harassment, power abuse Special Tag: Sapphic Oc x Reader

Twisted Affections @st4rg8te (X) Summary: The lessons that had been instilled in you since birth resurfaced in your mind: ‘The Mother of the Nation should be dignified, elegant, and composed. She should never show any sign of weakness in front of her subjects.’ But you couldn’t help but break in her embrace. Warnings: Cheating Special Tag: Sapphic Oc x Reader

ellie's breeding strap @mystellenia  (X) Summary: ellie tries out the cum filled strap with you for the first time. Warnings: None Special Tag: None Ellie Williams x Reader

Feminine Reader x Mermaid @agirlandhersweetdelusions (X) Summary: Mermaid who is infatuated with your legs and wants to be in between them. The encounter is by chance, but it ends in something deeper than friendship. Warnings: None Special Tag: Sapphic Oc x Reader

HE APPLE'S ROTTEN STRAIGHT TO THE CORE! @andersonfilms (X) Summary: ellie williams, sporting 88’ on the back of her jersey, the world renowned football player from the united states. the overly competitive blood runs through her veins, passed down from her father, just as well as an overpowering ego the size of texas. she has the girl of her dreams, the most important game of her life in sight, but what happens when one drummer threatens to wreck it all? Warnings: Cheating Special Tag: College AU Ellabs X reader

YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MINE @abbyromanoff (X) Summary: None Special Tag: None Wanda Maximoff x reader

Please, I'm really sorry @yolli-es Summary: None Warnings: None Special Tag: None. Jinx x Reader

𝖜𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 @mamisripley (X) Summary: when a blizzard hits and traps you and your wife into your new house, you both find the perfect opportunity to christen the whole house. Warnings: None Special Tag: None Rhea Ripely x Reader

rhea x jey x reader smut @damiansgoodgirll (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Special Tag: None Rhea Ripely x Reader x jey uso

Ghost @themidnightcrimson (X) Summary: in which you move into an old house and find that you might not be its only occupant. Warnings: dubcon, mentions of death Special Tag: Haunted House AU Wanda Maximoff x reader

I Could Be Enough @dumblilb Summary: They weren’t super close as children, but running around in the same crowd kept them in the know of each other. But years later she might be all Vi’s got left Warnings: alcohol, mentions of physical violence Special Tag: None. Vi x Reader

A Dragon’s Treasure @yandere-writer-momo (X) Summary: Yandere Lesbian Dragon x Shy Princess Reader Warnings: None Special Tag: Sapphic

bloodlust—. @illovehaileesteinfeld Summary: None Warnings: None Special Tag: Vampire AU Ellabs X reader

ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ @mamisripley(X) Summary: Spending time around Becky's kids gives her the biggest baby fever. Warnings: None Special Tag: None Rhea Ripely x Reader

Bring The Pain @daddynattt  (X) Summary: An unexpected surprise awaits for you at home after a long day at work. Warnings: manipulation, breeding, blood, knife play Special Tag: Ghost Face AU Natasha Romanoff x Reader

[aphrvdisiac]

TYPING… https://aphrvdisiac/guidelines.com

— writer demands all rules and guidelines are respected and understood. failing to comply will result in being reported and blocked.

✎ᝰ you must be eighteen years old or older in order to be interacting with my work or account. if you are not or an ageless blog, you will be reported and blocked.

✎ᝰ my work is not meant to be taken lightly. though i will be properly tagging my works and it will vary from fluff to smut, i will also be writing any dark content. dark content may be triggering and/or upsetting.

✎ᝰ i will be writing for ellie williams, abby anderson, joel miller, and sam carpenter. if i decide to write for anyone else, this section and my masterlist will be updated.

✎ᝰ my works will consist of character x fem!reader only, and though the reader insert has no specifics, they will consistently have femme preferences. this is due to the fact i am femme presenting myself and it is what i am more comfortable with writing, even with the fact that i do not want to unintentionally stereotype mascs/gender neutrals. in the future once i have done proper research and ways to go about writing mascs/gender neutrals in my works, this section will be updated.

✎ᝰ i will not write for EDs, self infliction, anything to do with underage characters, piss or scat, necrophilia, r*pe, extreme kinks, extreme pet play, age play, mlm content, foot fetish.

✎ᝰ any and all hate will not be tolerated. if you are pro-israel, racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, misogynistic, or a plain a-hole, you will be immediately reported and blocked. my account is meant to be safe space for everyone.

✎ᝰ my inbox is open for requests or chatting. if you are to send a request, please make sure it is with a character i write for and be specific with details and the plot.

✎ᝰ i take any and all criticism for my works, but please do not be overly harsh or rude about it. criticism does help me approve my writing in plenty of ways, so thank you for any feedback.

[spideyswebhead]

Who I Write For

Rules on requesting : these will be for "x reader" and not canon x canon. You need to tell me what gender or pronouns you'd like reader to use, otherwise I'll just do gender neutral!

No heavy topics, as I don't think I can do any subject justice and rather not spread misinformation! But any angst like a break up or such, I am cool with doing.

I'm allowed to deny a request. whether it's because I'm uncomfortable or don't think I'm suited to do it.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Argyle

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

Derek Morgan

Aaron Hotchner

Marvel

Peter Parker (any version)

Michelle "MJ" Watson-Jones

Ned Leeds

Matt Murdock

Foggy Nelson

Karen Page

Jessica Jones

(I have only experience in writing for Peter, but willing to give anyone a try)

Marauders

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Sirius Black

(I have only experience in writing for three of the boys, and it's been a hot minute since I've read fanfic, but again I'm willing to give a try for anyone (except Snape))

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams (adult)

Abigail "Abby" Anderson

Tess Servopoulos

Dina

(Pls specify if it's for game or show)

Detroit Become Human

Connor (800, 60, or 900)

Markus

Kara

Red Dead Redemption

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Charles Smith

Abigail Roberts

[kokomos]

𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

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

𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧

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

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

𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔

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

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

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦

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

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦

THE LAST OF US

THE QUARRY

UNTIL DAWN

—

♡ requests are open, send an ask in!

[urfavbooblover]

☆ Main-Big-Masterlist :

requests are open

All about my fanfic’s, imagines and writing

• YOU CAN ALWAYS LEAVE REQUESTS FOR ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS ( AND NOT MENTIONED CHARACTERS FROM THESE GAMES ) , SFW & NSFW ALPHABET, OR PREFERENCES / HEADCANONS FOR 1, OR MORE, OR ALL CHARACTERS FROM THESE GAMES •

~ All my stories and imagines will either be “x non-male reader” , “x female reader” , “x gender neutral reader” or “x male reader/non-female reader”-(only gay fanfics) ~

~ I will also write ship imagines, if I’m interested in the ship’s, or if I ship the characters myself ~

- FANDOMS I WRITE FOR / THEIR MASTERLISTS

the last of us / part 2

until dawn

resident evil village

life is strange 2

life is strange: true colors

house of ashes

resident evil 2

resident evil 3

the quarry

life is strange

detroit: become human

resident evil 4

CHARACTERS

- CHARACTERS - THE LAST OF US / PT 2

Ellie Williams

Dina

Abby Anderson

Joel Miller

Jesse

Tess

Nora

- CHARACTERS - UNTIL DAWN

Sam Giddings

Emily Davis

Jessica Riley

Ashley Brown

Beth Washington

Hannah Washington

Matt Taylor

Chris Hartley

Mike Munroe

Josh Washington

- CHARACTERS - RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE

Alcina ( Lady ) Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

- CHARACTERS - LIFE IS STRANGE 2

Sean Diaz

Lyla Park

Cassidy

Daniel Díaz ( only the older versions of him )

Hannah

- CHARACTERS - LIFE IS STRANGE: TRUE COLORS

Alex Chen

Stephanie ( Steph ) Gingrich

- CHARACTERS - HOUSE OF ASHES

Rachel King

Jason Kolchek

Salim Othman

Nick Kay

Eric King

- CHARACTERS - RESIDENT EVIL 2

Claire Redfield

Ada Wong

Leon Kennedy

- CHARACTERS - RESIDENT EVIL 3

Jill Valentine

Carlos Oliveira

- CHARACTERS - THE QUARRY

Emma Mountebank

Kaitlyn Ka

Abigail Blyg

Dylan Leviny

Ryan Erzahler

Jacob Custos

Nick Furcillo

Laura Kearney

Max Brinly

- CHARACTERS - LIFE IS STRANGE

• Chloe Price

• Max Caulfield

• Rachel Amber

- CHARACTERS - RESIDENT EVIL 4

• Ada Wong

• Leon Kennedy

• Ashley Graham

• Luis Serra Navarro

Things I do not write about: rape, sexual assault / harassment, abuse, animal abuse, heterosexual smut

[abigails-gf]

hiiiiii omg i just love abby sm she means everything to me☹️if you’d like, could you write headcanons for abby with a s/o who needs some comfort? like just abby taking care of the reader </3 i hope that makes sense! thank you for considering💋

abby anderson x gender neutral reader.

abby taking care of the reader.

a/n: hi! thank you for your request! i hope i filled it well. (i wrote this pretty fast, but i hope you like it !!) i feel like abby would love to take care of her partner, make sure they're safe and feel appreciated. i love abby so much.. enjoy! x

abby would ask you if you want to talk about your feelings – she would listen to you rant, or say that it’s okay if you don’t feel like talking for now. but she’s there if you need to.

she would make sure you eat something and drink water. (and take your meds, if you have any.) abby would ask if you want to cuddle, and would lay on the bed next to you, her arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

she’d be the cheesiest to try and cheer you up; calling you all sorts of cute nicknames, "you're my pretty baby." she'd kiss you all over your face, making you giggle. she’d whisper how much she loves you, and how beautiful you are. remind you how in love she is with you, how much you mean to her.

if it was a hard day for you, and you were having a hard time getting out of bed, she’d help you get into the shower. she’d hold your hand while the water ran through your hair and on your body. she’d wash your hair, massaging your scalp, then massage your shoulders with your favorite body lotion.

she’d help you get into your pyjamas, brush your hair and leave kisses on your neck, complimenting you.

then she’d ask you what you’d like to have for dinner, and you’d answer your favorite food. you’d follow her to the kitchen, holding her hand and help her make dinner. she’d come behind you and kiss your head. “you’re doing good, babe.”

you would eat while watching one of your favorite films, and end up cuddling on the couch. abby would carry you to bed, while you were almost asleep. she’d kiss your lips goodnight, and spoon you, her warm hand caressing your hip. “i love you, y/n. you did so good today, i’m proud of you.” and you’d feel safe in her arms, and thankful to have her as a partner.

[freakassfemme]

LAST UPDATED August 12, 2024.

newest work: chronically offline abby headcannons

‼️ daily click for Palestine ‼️

⟶ about the author

🍒 addie, 20 yrs old, any pronouns u want

🍒 ellabs truther but you're not mad about it bc ooooo im so cute ur in love with me oooooo u venmo me $50 instead of getting mad ooo

masterlist!

🍒 18+

Ellie Williams

special girls (ellie x abby x reader) 🍒

beloved butch ellie and her soft femme 🍒

dealer!crush!ellie making you nervous at a party (drabble)

Abby Anderson

special girls (abby x ellie x reader) 🍒

beloved butch abby and her soft femme 🍒

aftercare with abby 🍒

manhandle/after work with abby 🍒

good luck, babe! (fwb abby, cheating on owen) 🍒

see how it shines (down bad abby) 🍒

streamer!gf!abby headcannons

chronically offline abby headcannons

Yara Greyjoy

captain's quarters (yara greyjoy one shot) + cis female! lesbian! reader 🍒

is it casual now? - (yara greyjoy smut/angst/drabble) + cis female! lesbian! reader 🍒

too sweet - (slightly nsfw drabble) - yara greyjoy x f! lesbian! reader 🍒

yara greyjoy nsfw alphabet 🍒

[i'll crawl home to her] - yara greyjoy x brienne of tarth pt1 / pt2

Jasper Hale (retired from writing)

false pretences (jasper hale drabble) + masc reader 🍒

marked and tagged (jasper hale) + transmasc reader 🍒

all yours (jasper hale) + transmasc reader 🍒

cute things about dating jasper as a human (sfw) + gender neutral

[justagirlsearchingforamuse]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Here is my masterlist, I’ll try to update it whenever I make more content and things on this site, also these are fandoms that I will write for and fandoms that i will talk about so don’t be afraid to send in an ask about these fandoms, whether it’s headcanons or drabbles, or whatever.

Resident Evil: Village

Karl Heisenberg

Alone (smut, gender neutral reader, fic) - Part 1

Reunited (smut, gender neutral reader, fic) - Part 2

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ripe Fruit (smut, female reader, fic)

Ethan Winters

Donna Beneviento

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Daniel Dimitrescu

Salvatore Moreau

Mother Miranda

Cyberpunk 2077

Johnny Silverhand

Impressive (smut, female reader, fic }

Kerry Eurodyne

Jackie Welles

Judy Alvarez

Viktor Vector

Panam Palmer

Rogue Amendiares

River Ward

Claire 

Life Is Strange 2

Sean Diaz

Showering With Sean (headcanons, smut, female reader)

“didn’t mean to turn you on” Finn McNamara x Sean Diaz (fic, mlm, smut)

“Being tall has its perks. You’re a really great view from up here” (short fic, female reader, fluff}

Sinn/Sean x Finn Headcanons (smut, sfw, fluff)

Pain (period smut, female reader, smut)

Big Breasted Reader HC’s (smut and fluff)

Smut Alphabet (smut, headcanons)

“were you just masturbating?” (smut, fic, female reader}

Threesome & Throuple With Sean and Finn (smut, female reader, headcanons)

“i can’t wait until we’re alone, there are so many things I want to do to you” (smut, female reader)

Finn McNamara

“come here” (smut, gender neutral reader)

Cassidy/Lucy Rose Jones

“I want to watch you take your clothes off” (female reader, fic, wlw)

Lyla Park

Jacob Hackerman

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Michonne Hawthorne

Daryl Dixon

Carl Grimes

Enid Rhee

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Ron Anderson

Lydia

Paul Rovia

Rosita Espinosa

Tara Chambler

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Dina

Jesse

Abby Anderson

Nora Harris

Yara

Mel

Ginny And Georgia

Marcus Baker

Ginny Miller

Georgia Miller

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Euphoria

Rue Bennet

Jules Vaughn

Kat Hernandez

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Fezco

Elliot

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Debbie Gallagher

Sandy Milkovich

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Mickey Gallagher/Milkovich

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

[dongofthewolf]

Omg I’m sorry for not realizing u had a list 😅 but I wasn’t wondering if u could do 41 with Abby and could u make it like rlly angsty but with some fluff or smut at the end

Everything Good in Life Seems to Lead Back to You

Abby Anderson X Reader

Prompt: 41. Overhearing they have feelings for you

Warnings: blood and injury, canon typical violence, swearing, fluff, angst (I tried anon I tried), Owen slander once again (sorry not sorry)

Gender neutral pronoun for the reader (if you’d like your request to use specific pronouns please add to the ask)

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: it’s safe to say that I wrote this with the speed of a thousand blazing horses if that even makes any sense. I hope that you all enjoy this lovely word vomit (esp if you requested) it was a blast to write !!

btw the Virginia Woolf reference is from her letters to Vita Sackville and the Jane Austen one is from Pride and Prejudice. What can I say? I guess I’m just a hoe for old love, baby.

Abby spent a lot of time reading; so much so that she had created this false expectation of what love was supposed to feel like. Abby believed that love was supposed to be strong, and passionate, and bright—an everlasting devotion. Of course she shrugged it off at first, they were just books after all—pieces of fiction to fantasize and dream about. Love wasn’t something you could define in a book nor could it ever live up to the likes of Shakespeare or Virginia Woolf.

Abby had never been in love; she sometimes believes she came close to some iteration of it when she was with Owen, but looking back now she realized that what she felt wasn’t love. It was a desperate attempt to be wanted—to be needed, a manifestation of her desire for approval. And after her falling out with him, Abby had come to accept that she simply wasn’t made for love, and that if by some miracle she ever did fall, it definitely wouldn’t be like the books.

That was Abby’s initial perspective on love, but oh how times have changed. The moment you waltzed into her life, every sad, pathetic notion she had about love was thrown out the window in a matter of seconds. Never in her most outrageous dreams did Abby expect to fall this hard, especially since the two of you were practically best friends.

In fact, it had been very platonic at first; Abby was your superior and you often worked together on missions. She didn’t know what compelled her to talk to you but when she did, the two of you hit it off immediately. You started training together, then working out together, and eventually you were spending almost every minute together. The two of you could literally correctly predict every thought that went through each other's head, all except of course (in Abby’s case) for one. It even got to the point where you both somehow knew when the other couldn’t sleep, so much so that Abby had grown accustomed to opening her door to see you holding a glass of milk and a plate of cookies like a little kid on Christmas. She had spent so many sleepless nights alone only to realize that the one thing she was missing, was you and your adorable midnight snacks.

Abby never entertained the thought of professing her slightly less than platonic feelings for you, because she had become content with the idea that you’d simply never feel the same. However, while she had come to accept her unfortunate situation to be a permanent one, it still hurt her when she saw you flirt with other people. And she’d be lying if she said your absentminded touches didn’t still send her soaring. Sometimes she hated how naturally affectionate you were, it made it so hard for her to not love you.

The box that Abby had continually shoved herself into so she wouldn’t fuck up your friendship was almost starting to feel like home, and as uncomfortable as it was, she knew it was for the best. Almost nothing could compel Abby to leave this torturous, self-inflicted prison she was trapped in. Almost nothing.

—

The mission was supposed to be a simple one: get in, get the weapons, get out. A mission so simple, the both of you could’ve done it in your sleep. In fact, on a few occasions after a long night of drinking, you had practically done just that. You met up with the group of traders who you were well acquainted with, and the deal went down smoothly. Everything was going according to plan, which is why you and Abby were completely caught off guard when a group of rogue hunters suddenly began firing shots like it was a fucking carnival.

Turns out there was a new rival group in town, and someone had tipped them off. You and Abby luckily were able to find cover from their relentless fire, but not before you got a bullet straight through your left thigh. You didn’t even realize it at first, the adrenaline coursing through your veins still working to protect you from the devastating pain that was to come. When you did notice it, you had already lost copious amounts of blood. Then the dizziness began to set in, and soon after the pain. Abby hadn’t even realized you were injured till you slumped over on the ground next to her.

Looking down in horror, Abby lifted you into her arms. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Why are y-” Then Abby noticed the blood, and suddenly she was panicking. “Oh shit. Oh fuck, Y/N we have to get you out of here.”

“T-the package, we need the package. Can’t leave without it.” Your response was weak, desperate. You had to finish the mission, the WLF was in dire need of these supplies and you were not going to be the one to tell Isaac you failed.

“Fuck the package, we need to get you back to base.” Abby removed her belt, turnoqueting your leg with such surprising ease that you nearly didn’t notice the agonizing pain in your leg. Nearly.

You groaned when Abby hoisted you into her arms bridal style, careful not to move your leg too much before she booked it to the truck. When she plopped you down into the passenger's seat and began to speed away from the scene, you suddenly felt your eyes becoming heavier. You were so tired. You had lost so much blood already and your body felt like it was shutting down.

Abby was frantically racing towards the base, eyes fixed to the road until she heard you let out a small whine. “Abby, I‘m so tired. Need to sleep.”

Abby noticed you drifting off and she reached her arm out to shake your shoulder violently. “No. No sleeping, you gotta stay awake Y/N.”

Though Abby didn’t mention it, she was terrified. When she looked over at you, you were pale and cold to the touch, drifting off while your leg continued to bleed profusely despite her tourniquet. This could be it; you could die right now, and Abby would have lost the one person in this world she cared about most. She couldn’t let that happen, she wouldn’t.

You were equally as terrified as Abby; every natural instinct in your body was begging for you to sleep and you were becoming tired of trying to ignore it. The last thing you remembered was the look on the face of the girl you had fallen for, her eyes brimming with tears while she wore a desperate, horrified expression.

—

You laid unconscious for what felt like an eternity and Abby never left your side. She had abandoned her duties (with Isaac’s permission) and spent every second next to you, her head resting on the edge of your bed while she waited for you to wake up. The only thing that prompted Abby to step away was Manny, who had heard what happened and went to check on her.

Manny knew full and well that Abby was in love with you; in fact, almost all of Abby’s friends knew. Abby had confided in him during many torturous nights and he was a surprisingly good listener. He understood her circumstances and never pushed her to confess her feelings for you, even if it did annoy him how oblivious Abby was to the fact that you obviously felt the same way. “Abby, I heard what happened. Is everything okay?”

Abby was exhausted, she hadn’t slept at all since you made it back to the base and she couldn’t get the memory of your cold, pale body out of her head. “I almost lost them, Manny. Y/N could’ve died out there without ever knowing how I feel about them.” Tears threatened to fall but Abby did her best to keep her composure.

“It’s going to be okay, Abby. Y/N’s here and they’re alive, and that’s all that matters.” Manny’s hand was on Abby’s shoulder, trying his best to comfort her. “You should tell them how you feel though.”

“Huh?” Abby hadn’t expected that. Manny knew her situation well enough to know that telling you how she felt was a bad idea… It was a bad idea, right?

“It’s like you said, Y/N could’ve died without ever knowing how you feel about them. Wouldn’t it be better to have no regrets at all?” The words stopped Abby in her tracks. She never thought she’d actually agree with Manny.

“It’s just- I love Y/N so much, and I don’t want to lose them this way.” Abby was on the brink of tears, her voice turning into a desperate plea.

“I’m not going anywhere Abs.”

Abby froze, turning around slowly. You were gripping to the doorway for support, limping on one leg and looking extremely weathered.

“Y/N!” Abby immediately ran to put your arm around her shoulder while she carried you back to your bed, setting you down carefully. “You shouldn't be on your leg, you could make it worse.”

There was genuine concern on Abby’s face and in that moment you weren’t sure you could love her any more than you already did. She was so incredibly sweet and caring and no one had ever shown this much concern for your safety and well-being. You had heard her through the door and you couldn’t stop yourself from interrupting her. There was so much about Abby you absolutely adored and she had no idea. How could she not have known you were hopelessly in love with her? Was she truly that oblivious to your obvious flirting? All the subtle touches, the pathetic excuses to sleep in her bed, the fact you literally went out of your way to find rare coins so you could bring them back to her, it all just flew over her head. You couldn’t believe it.

Abby was still rambling about your leg, clearly trying to pretend like she didn’t just profess her love for you while you were standing right behind her. Instead of speaking, you wrapped your hands around her neck before leaning in, silencing her with a kiss so perfect you could’ve passed out right there. You could tell she was stunned at first, but soon enough she was kissing you back. Her fingers were running through your hair and when you pulled away she leaned her forehead against yours, not wanting to part from you.

“Did you mean it?” You pulled away to look Abby in the eyes, your hands still wrapped around her shoulders.

Abby had a dumbstruck look on her face. “Mean what?”

“When you said you loved me, did you mean it?” Your eyes searched her face for an answer while your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

Abby smiled, her eyebrows furrowed as she spoke. “Y/N, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I’m so hopelessly in love with you that it’s almost pathetic. You have no idea how essential to me you have become—how many nights I’ve stayed awake because you weren’t there to hog all the blankets. Y/N, you have no idea how ardently I love you.”

You smirked “Abigail Anderson did you just quote Virginia Woolf and Jane Austen?” You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, Abby could be such a nerd sometimes.

“I just confessed my ever-lasting love for you and that’s the first thing you say?” Abby was smiling widely now, relief flowing through her now that she no longer had to conceal her feelings for you.

“I love you too Abs, so fucking much. Also I do not hog the blankets, your comforter is simply too small.” Abby chuckled before she leaned in for another kiss, the worry suddenly disappearing the moment her lips touched yours.

Although Abby had never really known what she expected love to be, this is what she imagines it’d feel like, and you bet your ass it was better than the books. To tell the truth, it was better than any other conceivable thing on this entire planet. Nothing could beat the way Abby felt now that she had finally broken free from her excruciating self-inflicted prison.

Abby pulled away from the kiss, gazing at you lovingly. “Are you hungry?”

God damn Abby, it was like she knew exactly what you were thinking. You didn’t know how long you had been unconscious for, but you were ravenous. “Starving.”

And almost as if you were telepathically communicating, the both of you spoke at the exact same time.

“Cookies?”

“Cookies.”