#abby fluff

[wingedhallows]

is it ok if u write abby comforting reader after she sees her scars? if this is a sensitive topic and if you want to pass, i understand 🫶🏼 i just need abby comforting reader :')

 — MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL —

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ PAIRING abby anderson x reader | 0.7k words *ੈ✩‧₊˚ AUTHORS NOTE thank you so much for the request! & thank u all so much for 1k reads on my literally first smut post

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The room is quiet, safe—a stark contrast to the unforgiving world outside. Even after months with the WLF, survival still clings to you like a second skin, woven deep into your bones, impossible to shake.

But Abby… Abby has been your anchor. The steady force pulling you back, grounding you when the memories threaten to drag you under. You owe her more than you could ever say—every gentle word, every reassuring touch has stitched together the pieces of your shattered heart.

You stand by the window, watching the stars scattered across the endless dark, a rare moment of peace settling over you. With a sigh, you pull your shirt over your head, shivering slightly as the cool air brushes against your skin. Abby said she’d be back late tonight—patrol, duties, things that kept her away. You don’t mind. She always comes back to you.

Just as your fingers reach for the clasp of your bra, the door swings open. A gust of cold night air rushes in, raising goosebumps along your exposed skin. Your breath catches—she’s back earlier than expected. And then it hits you.

Your scars. They’re on full display.

“Baby—” Her voice is soft, but the weight behind it is crushing. There’s something raw in her tone, something almost disbelieving, and your heart plummets.

Dread seeps into your veins like ice. The moment you’ve feared, the moment you’ve dreaded—it’s here. She sees. She knows. And she’ll understand just how broken you are.

She’ll be disgusted.

You stand frozen, eyes locked on the world outside, but all you can hear is the steady thud of Abby’s boots drawing closer. You don’t turn. You don’t speak. There’s nothing left to do but wait—for the inevitable, for her to see you and break you.

“Baby…” Abby’s voice is soft, a whisper laced with something unreadable. Then, her fingers ghost over your skin, featherlight as they trace the scars etched into your back. The contact sends a shiver up your spine, your shoulder twitching involuntarily.

Your throat tightens. “Just say it.” The words barely make it past your lips. Say you don’t want me. Say you can’t bear to look at me. Say I’m not enough.

Abby stills behind you. “Say what?” she murmurs, her breath warm against your ear.

Your chest aches. You swallow hard, willing yourself to keep it together, but the weight of old wounds presses down like a vice. “That I’m hideous.” The words taste like rust and regret.

Abby doesn’t pull away. Instead, her fingertips continue their slow, reverent path over your scars, mapping them like constellations. “You’re beautiful.” The words are whispered like a sacred vow. She leans in, pressing a kiss just behind your ear, and the tenderness of it nearly undoes you.

Strong arms slip around your waist, grounding you in her warmth. “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” Her voice is steady, unshaken, like she’s always known this truth—even when you couldn’t see it yourself.

A breath shudders out of you, and before you can stop it, a tear slips free. The fear, the shame—it ebbs, washed away by the quiet certainty of her love. Abby holds you like she always has—like you’re something precious, something worth keeping.

The tightness in your chest unfurls, making space for her, for this moment, for the way she presses a lingering kiss to your jaw.

“I love you,” she whispers, her fingers drawing soothing circles against your skin.

You turn in her arms, meeting her gaze. Hazel eyes—full of warmth, full of love.

“I love you too.”

[bnnysweets]

i’m thinking older abby literally not letting R get away with shit, like not eating or not sleeping enough

SAFE HAVEN

older!abby x fem!reader

author’s note: you’re totally right anon! she’s so dominant omg my legs are weak. i didn’t know if u meant abby being mean or comforting reader, so i made both! (mean abby here). i had a lot of fun with this bc i study more than 12 hours a day n i don’t have time for NOTHING. english is not my first language.

warnings: reader has a stressful week, abby is a concerned ‘bout her health. reader is called miss, baby, sweet girl.

“i’m so fucking tired.” it was the first thing you said when you arrived to her house, “well, hello to you too, little miss always tired.” she hugged you and helped with your bags, “i’m being serious! this week was like a truck with elephants ran over me.” you groaned when you finally were barefoot and your backpack was on the floor and not on your back, “i know you’re being serious, sweetie, i just think you funny like this, you get so needy.” you laugh a little in disbelief, “yeah i’m in need of propers meals and sleep, you know how long is since i’ve spent a entire day without migraine? yeah like four whole months.” you said and went to sit at the couch, abby still standing in the front door absorbing the things you said, she walked slowly and you could feel that she was angry.

“so are you telling me that you aren’t eating and sleeping appropriately? babe did you lost your damn mind? how the hell you’re gonna focus in your class if you don’t give your body energy?” she said in a calm tone but it was clear her concern and how furious she was, you stayed silent while she continued to walk until she was in front of you “you can’t just don’t eat or eat junk, you need to eat real food and, oh my god, how are you alive without sleeping enough? you know how irresponsible that is?” she was walking back and forth and you were starting to feel guilty, you didn’t know that abby really cared that much about you, “i just don’t have time abby…” you said quietly, “but why you didn’t told me that?! why?! you’re my girlfriend, you’re my priority, your well being one of my biggest concerns.”, “i’m sorry abby.” you said feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, “you don’t own apologies to me, you own to yourself, when you treat yourself like this you degrade yourself, it’s not fair, i know how hard you try to accomplish your goals, and i know how much you study and work, but i need you to take care of yourself, and not because i want to, but because you deserve it.” abby was crouched in front of you, holding your hands, she was not really angry maybe just a bit she was just concerned ‘bout you. “i need you, but above that i need you to be healthy.” she kissed your hands and looked at yours, now, wet eyes, “im just so tired abby, all the time, i always have something to do, and its so much pressure, and it’s from myself, i’m the one making pressure on me, i’m sorry, i’m gonna try to keep a healthier routine, but i just need comfort right now”. after you said that abby hugged you, she scooped you into her lap, you two stayed like this for a bit.

“i’m so proud of you, you know that? i truly am, you’re the most hardworking person i’ve ever met, you deserve to all your wishes come true. i’m proud of you regardless your grades, you’re a lot more than a number.” abby whispered into your ear, your head was on her neck and it had been so many days since you last felt this way, secure, in your safe space. “i love you” you mumbled, “i love you too, sweet girl.” and you slept like that, above her body, hugging her, abby was admiring you, how peaceful you were, and she was thinking what she would cook for you in the next day to guarantee that you wouldn’t be anemic by the end of the year.

[rhyrhy]

Kiss the chef

[warnings]: chef! Abby, unserious, suggestive mentions, headcannons, wc 1k , part 2

Chef! Abby’s! first viral video was around a year ago. A simple clip of her making cacio e pepe. The video was beautifully shot, a warm coloring complementing the glossy dish. but what really got everyone’s attention?

The way her forearms tensed while she cracked fresh pepper. Veins showing themselves along her freckled skin. Comments often reading:

@ “ok but how do i get the pasta to look this good?”

@ “i have something to say but i want to go to college”

@ “ma’am, i’m trying to focus but your ARMS?????😣”

@ “looks SO good💕..and the food i guess”

Chef Abby! had always loved cooking, growing up in a kitchen with her dad, who ran The Cordova, one of downtown Washington’s finest restaurants. But she liked the no pressure vibe of TikTok—just her and her food. She decided she wouldn’t show her face much, if at all. Letting the small flex of her muscles when she kneaded dough into a floured surface be the main visual. While comments? They were only half focused on what she was making.

Naturally, her account gained traction. No face, no voice—just hands, muscles, and literal food porn. Every video felt like a Sunday afternoon in a kitchen. @buffandbasil, now sat at 2.5 million followers.

Chef Abby! tried to ignore the thirst in her comments. How could she? It was honestly a small ego boost, even if it was a bit over the top at times. Like the second pinned video on the top of her page—where all she was doing was making bread.

@ : “knead ME like that.”

@ : “both lips are smiling rn”

@: “need her to bake something in me, respectfully😇“

@: “we need to chill in the comments… *saves video*”

Chef Abby! wasn’t a huge fan of putting her face in her videos. However, the occasional face slip would happen. A quick shot of her golden hair in view or a reflection in a clean pan.

The third and final pinned video? The one sitting at a few million views and a comment section that out-ratioed it?

Her hair draped over a fitted black Henley shirt, the top button undone. Sleeves rolled up to her elbows. And when she reached up for something overhead in a cabinet? A small sliver of her torso—those abs?

Yeah. They lost it.

@ “niagara falls just relocated”

@ “MY CLOTHES, WHERE’D THEY GO!!?!”

@ “her strap drags, for sure. touches the floor.”

@^ “mind you, i would take it.😊”

@ ^^ “y’all are TOO freaked out 💀”

And trust—Chef Abby! loved it. Really. Laying in bed, straight cackling on FaceTime with her best friend Manny, sending him screenshots or full-blown screen sharing. She didn’t reply. Not really. But she absolutely posted a few videos after. No shirt, just her “Kiss the Chef” apron and vibes.

And the one time she did reply?

@: “Do you do weddings?”

@buffandbasil :“Yes, actually.”

Harmless, right? Simple. Straightforward. She had catered weddings before. Large events, alongside her father, but—

@: “As… the bride?”

She saw it exactly three minutes after posting her reply. And in those three minutes, her comment had already tripled in likes. The replies? A war zone.

@ “ANSWER THE QUESTION!”

@ “HELLO???????”

@ “bro air balled.”

@ “ok so u free next saturday or???”

She paid it no mind. Mostly. But sometimes, a few profiles caught her attention. She was human, after all. Chef Abby! had seen your likes. You didn’t know it yet.

For you? It was originally just another cringe or brain rot video being sent by your roommate, Dina. But when you clicked the video of @buffandbasil all laughter halted. Typing back—

You: “Dee, hear me out..😭”

Dina: “Oh my god. OH MY GOD. Lost the plot.”

Chef Abby! considered reciprocating the engagement but saw how many views you usually received on GRWMs and storytimes and decided on a more… exciting approach. Wanting to see if you’d bite.

No aesthetic instrumentals—this time, a voiceover. Her voice, soft, steady Tutorial style.

“So today, we’re making sourdough from scratch. You wanna make sure your starter is active, and then we’re gonna knead it—”

@: “OH SHE TALKS???”

@: “it’s all over the screen ngl 🌊”

@: “asmr videos when?”

@: “great now i have a crush on a faceless chef, thanks.”

@: “I’m ovulating rn please chill 💔💔”

But the only comment she was looking for? Yours.

@ you: “Me next🫦!”

You typed it. And went to bed. She had so many comments—she probably wouldn’t even see it.

But as the sun poured through your curtains the next morning, your stomach flipped. A notification.

Followed by @buffandbasil. 2 hours ago.

Legs swinging the blankets off, then you were sprinting down the hall, launching yourself onto Dina’s bed like a feral animal let loose.

She groaned, blindly swatting at you. “Dude, what the—”

Without another word, you shoved your phone in her face. Dina squinted, blinked a few times, then—loud, cackling.

“Dee. This isn’t a ‘hear me out’ anymore—this is a hold me back.” You said, falling next to her dramatically, smiling.

Dina wheezed, shaking her head. “Nah. You are in the sunken place now, sister.”

[stillnotb1tt3n]

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I can’t stop thinking about abby and her hands.

The feeling of them grabbing at your hips as she hugs you from behind. The way they’d slowly inch around to pull you into a full reverse embrace, putting more pressure into your sides as she squeezed the life out of you.

How small everyday objects looked when she was holding them. A soda can looked like a child’s toy when she had her large hands wrapped around it. Pens and pencils were always hidden when she held them because her muscular hands engulfed them.

How the skin of her palms were hardened and always sent shivers up your spine when she would put her hand to your cheek or wrap a hand around your throat while kissing.

Her finger tips were slightly rough as well but way softer in comparison to her palms. Her nails were well kept and she (modern abby) would always have them painted in a shade of beautiful crimson or black. Always clipped and filed as well, never a hangnail in sight. The dark colors on her nails always made you smile when you caught a glimpse of them while holding hands.

The way those same fingers would drag up your thighs, tracing playful patterns over them as she looked into your eyes and captured your soul. She was so gorgeous her face almost always distracted you from her reaching into your pants and gliding her hands around to your ass. She always loved to dig her fingers in the bare plushness of your skin to remember how soft your body was down there.

You could always tell after she worked out because the veins in her hands were always raging through her reddened skin. You’d always offer her a hand massage each time she’d come home with sore hands. Scrubbing her with sweet smelling sugar scrubs as you worked away at her aches trying to relieve your girlfriend of her pain.

Abby’s hands were crafted by themselves gods I believe (maybe it was the profit :0 )

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okay i have never posted any writing before anywhere ever but i love abby and i wanted to write something about her😭 i really hope it’s decent <3

[r3starttt]

STOCKINGS

PAIRING: Abby x Reader

SUMMARY: You made her a stocking

CW: tlou universe. sfw. fluff. lev included!! cs Abby is such a boy mom and ughh cute.

NOTE: For this fic Abby did not try to go and look for the fireflies again so the last fight with Ellie did not happen.

*Can you tell I love acts of service... can you tell I wrote this while listening to music for indigo...

TAGLIST: @twopeoplee @greysontheidiot @sapphic-ovaries @bilsvlt @tlouloser @marsworlddd @1-800-fantasy @prwttiestbunny @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @abbys-muscles @lott6i @usuck @thalchmy @lovelyy-moonlight @fakevalentine

The cold floor hit your bare feet as you tiptoed your way toward a small chair near the bed, reaching for an old hoodie to shield yourself from the chill. Abby was still asleep, her steady breathing and quiet snoring letting you know she was deeply wrapped in the comfort of her cocoon. You didn’t have much time, though—she would wake the second the bed grew too cold and her arm could no longer find you, desperately pulling you closer to warm herself.

She lay on her stomach, one arm draped across the mattress, reaching into the warmth you’d left behind. The white sheet beneath her, its soft folds matching the pine-green ones above, held her gently. Loose strands of hair from her thick braid fell against the sides of her face, barely brushing her skin with each soft exhale. Her eyebrows, usually so bold, were peacefully soft, and her lips—plump and rosy—mirrored the flush of her cheeks. You couldn’t resist leaving a soft kiss near her ear, a gentle touch before you left the room.

Each step toward the door made you regret not putting on socks last night—maybe Abby’s old slippers would do. With your steps now messy and hesitant, you made your way downstairs. The worn wood creaked slightly beneath you, the house itself groaning in the quiet of the morning.

You had eventually made yourselves comfortable in this small house nestled in the heart of the woods, large enough for the three of you—Abby, Lev, and yourself. Together, you had worked tirelessly to make it a safe and secure place, not just from the infected, but from other, more dangerous people. You had made it a home.

You ensured that everyone felt welcome, particularly Lev. You took every opportunity to talk with him, to teach him what he hadn’t yet learned, and to share the things you loved—books, music, art—while helping him discover his own interests. And with Abby, your love deepened with every day she returned from her small patrols, always bringing back something for Lev—a plushie or a trinket—and for you, perhaps a new vinyl to play. She would ask you to show her the record, and later, you would listen together, the soothing classical music filling the house while you shared a quiet dinner.

As the months passed and your future materialized in the present, you found yourself gathering small gifts. It would be Lev’s first holiday, and Abby’s too, at least with you. The first time you would all celebrate Christmas together. You wanted it to be special, a way of thanking them for everything they had done for you. All the words Lev had shared when he realized you were just as broken as he was, and how, despite it all, he allowed you into his life. And Abby—your way of giving her the love she had always shown you, in the form of the most precious gift.

You knew Abby would appreciate it—celebrating the season was something she had learned from her father. She had told you once that receiving a gift was the way she could feel loved, a reminder that she was not a monster. And you wanted to show her that—wanted to remind her that she was seen, that she was loved, and that you all had each other.

Since the weather had turned colder, you’d offered to join in the patrols, even begging Abby to let you go outside. She always insisted it was too dangerous, but you knew you could take care of yourself, and somehow, you managed to sneak out on occasion. You gathered small things—some fabric, trinkets, and a few essentials. And when Abby took Lev to care for the animals you’d gathered, or when she napped after lunch, you’d use your quiet time to craft their gifts.

It wasn’t too difficult, given that they were often busy—Abby tending to the animals or decorating the little pine tree you’d dragged home from the nearby woods, with Abby’s approval, of course. You had to be careful, though, not to trust too easily that they would be distracted. But it worked.

The sight before you made your stomach flutter, like a child eager with excitement. Three stockings hung from the mantle, each chosen with care—yours in the middle. Beneath the homemade tree, a few gifts waited for everyone—unwrapped, because there wasn’t enough paper, but neatly arranged, placed with care just as the stockings were.

The next task was to light the fire, to warm the house and prepare breakfast, just as you had for months. It was small, but it had become part of your routine—after all, lunch and dinner were a family affair, something you all shared.

Once the food was ready, you made your way upstairs. The light from the cloudy sun streamed through the windows, warming the house with its yellow hues. You returned to the bed, noting that Abby was still asleep—though not for long, it seemed, as her lips were slightly parted and her breathing had shifted into quiet mumbling. You sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand and brushing the stray hairs from her face before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Abby... Abs—baby?" you murmured, tracing soft circles on her back, the rhythm calming her as her mumbling slowed.

"Abby..."

Her eyes opened slowly, clearly disoriented by the nightmare and the sudden waking, but you were quick to soothe her. "Shh, I’m here... It’s alright. You were dreaming."

She grasped your hand, groaning quietly before turning to face you, her face flushed with the softness of sleep, her lips plump and cheeks full. The sight made you smile, warmth blooming in your chest.

"Merry Christmas," she murmured, trying to pull you back into bed.

You chuckled softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Not yet..."

She rolled her eyes, laughing softly. "Is Lev awake yet?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep as she rubbed her eyes.

"I haven’t checked, but... probably not," you hummed in response, pausing to study her, to savor this moment of quiet contentment with the woman you loved. A slow, peaceful morning like this was a dream come true for many—and here you were, living it.

"Breakfast’s ready," you added, patting her stomach lightly.

You leaned in for a kiss, despite her typical aversion to those unshowered, still-groggy moments. But you couldn’t care less—she was the woman you loved, in all her unrefined beauty, even in these fleeting moments.

"See you downstairs, alright?" you murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

She nodded, but you knew her well.

"Abigail... I’m serious."

She laughed quietly, rolling over and letting her arms fall to her sides as she stretched out. You left the door open as you moved to the curtains, letting the light in while ensuring Abby wouldn’t fall asleep again. You then made your way to Lev’s room, the blue walls of his space greeting you.

He was tangled in blankets, his back to you, but you gently brushed his shoulder, calling out in a soft whisper.

"Lev... morning."

"Morning," he murmured, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, the privilege of caring for this young boy—who still had so much ahead of him—filling your heart.

"Breakfast is ready, alright? Take your time." You caressed his shoulder before stepping out of his room, hearing Abby’s groan as she dramatically climbed from the bed.

"Did you take my shoes?" she called out loudly, too much for the quiet of the morning.

"Yep! I took your slippers," you teased, and Abby laughed quietly in response. She was falling in love with you all over again.

You went downstairs, retracing your steps from earlier, and settled on the couch, waiting for them to come down. Neither of them knew about the stockings or the gifts—it was supposed to be a small, intimate gesture, a simple way of celebrating the season. Just making food together, exchanging small self-made gifts—maybe a letter.

But as much as you were excited, there was a hint of anxiety too. What if it was too much? What if they didn’t like what you had chosen?

"What is that?" Abby’s voice broke you from your thoughts, and you turned to find her standing at the foot of the stairs, still in her pajamas, holding the railing for support.

Her eyes, illuminated in the soft morning light, met yours—she looked so precious.

"Did you seriously make us a stocking?" she whispered, so amused she barely seemed to believe it. Maybe she thought she was still dreaming.

"I did," you said, standing and moving toward her.

"You told me once that you wished someone loved you enough to make you one. I do... I love you."

The words hit her, and you watched as she fought back tears, her jaw clenching, her teeth biting at her bottom lip before she looked back at you.

"I didn’t... Come here." She opened her arms, and you stepped into them, feeling the weight of the moment settle in.

She buried her face in your neck, wrapping her arms around you as all her emotions—fear, love, anxiety—washed over her.

You were real, and so was this. She had someone who listened, who remembered her words, who cared enough to create something special—something that said, "I love you."

And as much as she feared that this day might bring painful memories of her father, the love that surrounded her now was taking up more space. This was hers—this love was real, and it was for her.

You felt Lev coming downstairs, his confused expression slowly softening as understanding spread across his face. You had told him about the stockings, explained what they meant one evening when you and Abby had talked about Christmas traditions.

Lev hesitated, cradling the fabric of the stocking in his hands. He peeked inside, then looked up at you for reassurance. With a nod from you, he carefully pulled out each gift, his eyes brightening with quiet joy.

There was nothing extravagant or meaningful in the traditional sense—but the gifts held things they liked, things they could use, things they wanted. They weren’t

about purpose, but about love. They were a reminder that you saw them, that you loved them, and that they were always safe in your arms.

[meganegatari]

tis impulsive thought dump time once again. currently thinking about hugging abby...no warnings just fluffy fluffiness! enjoy, my loves. ugh what i would give for just one cuddle from abby...

oh she'd be so warm. just a human heater. whenever you were feeling a little cold, maybe it was the dead of winter and the cold got in your house, abby—being her caring, observant sweetie pie, cutie fuckin' patootie self—she'd notice you shivering. and she wouldn't even ask, just scooch over and scoop you up in her arms, her warmth enveloping you whole like a blanket, only softer and more soothing than any cloth ever made.

"feeling better?" she mumbles, her voice almost as warm as her. you nod, further, burying your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. her strong grip on you tightens, big hands rubbing slow circles on your back, then settling, one on the nape of your neck, the other on your waist, to pull you closer to her. you were even starting to get sleepy, being in her presence just had that healing effect on you, you didn't ever wish to leave her arms.

you breathe deeply, relaxing into her form as if you were putty being put in the microwave. (stupid analogy ik but walk with me-). she was so warm in fact, being this close to her for so long would cause you to start overheating, but you could not will yourself to move away—she didn't even know how comfortable she was, this teddy-bear of a woman.

soon enough, as always, you feel your eyelids start to droop, the drowsiness overtaking you. abby senses the change in your breathing and just leans back on the couch or wherever you two were entangled, and shifts to make you more comfortable. "sleep, i gotchu." she whispers in your ear, pressing kisses all over your face and the top of your head—you'd never felt a touch so tender. when you sit up briefly to get more comfortable, she catches your face and kisses the tip of your nose, before allowing you to use her as a bed, whether there was a size difference between the two of you or not, you two always make it work.

she also starts humming while she's stroking your hair, the combination lulling you into the deep embrace of sleep within record time. and of course, she doesn't move a single muscle until you've awoken, terrified the tiniest featherlight movement would disturb you. when you wake up, all bleary eyed yet calm, "how long was i asleep...sorry for trapping you like this abs." you say with a chuckle, sheepishly wondering if all her joints locked up. even if they did, she'd never say so. "doesn't matter, you okay? let's go to bed."

and with that you transition to a horizontal position, still cuddled up closer than ever. abby being abby, she insists to be big spoon no matter what, scoffing at any explanations or excuses you'd try to throw her way for a change, "i don't know what you mean by that. last time i checked, height was never a rule for how you should cuddle. you're being silly." she pulls you close, flush against her front, draping heavy arms over your side, inhaling deeply herself. "alright, g'night babe."

[ashlynlovestlou]

it's kind of an old trend but i wanna do that thing where you walk up to ur bf/gf while they're doing something g like playing a video game or at a desk and straddling them and sitting on their lap for a hug and seeing what they do with abby:( she'd be so welcoming and ask if you were okay and give you the tightest squeeze!!! could you maybe write something with this? if not that's okay lovely !

this is so cute! i will absolutely write this. (i'm sorry it's so short)

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i can imagine gamer! abby sitting at her desk playing whatever game she's playing (i'll leave that up to your imagination). usually she spends her friday and saturday nights playing on her PC. except for the nights when you were with her. except for this one. she had just unlocked a new level that she was dying to play, and of course she felt awful when she asked if she could play while you were at her apartment. you just loved seeing your baby happy.

so that's how you ended up here; laying on abby's bed while her back is to you, her eyes and mind fixated on the computer screen in front of her. she was locked in, veiny hands and thick fingers prodding at the controller. her nose is scrunched and her eyebrows are fluffed up, intensely focused.

being bored while she plays, you'd seen the tiktok trend where people would sit on their partners lap and film their reaction, and you wanted to try.

so you shuffle out of her bed, leaving the warm sheets to trot over to her side. when you enter her peripheral she doesn't bat an eye, just staring at the screen. you shimmy in between her and the desk, putting your legs in each of the holes under the armrests.

you half expect her to get mad at you for interrupting her game time, but she doesn't. abby sits back in surprise, holding her controller in one hand as you situate yourself on her beefy thighs. she leans back to take you in, pressing pause on her controller.

"whats wrong, baby girl?" she coos, "you okay?"

you nod, burying your nose into the crook of her shoulder. she sits still for a moment, her heart beating in sync with yours. until she wraps her arms around your lower back, warm hands splaying across the expanse of your shirt. her warmth radiates through the material and you hum contently.

she kisses your forehead, setting the controller down and resting her chin on your shoulder, "want me to take a break?"

you chuckle, curling into her warmth some more, "it's okay. i just wanted to see how you'd react."

she rolls her eyes, chuckling by herself before picking up her controller again, "you're lucky i love you."

[kirqro]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི’ Streamer!Ellie

warnings || none !!

lower case intended

{ I LOVE streamer els :’( }

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who's set up is either a really shitty web cam or top tier. Either way she def takes pride in it !

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who watches shitty reality tv shows on stream and her reactions to the scenes def had a part of her blowing up.

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✮ streamer!ellie ' was really insecure when she was just starting out streaming , like poor baby would tape up her camera up in fear it would randomly turn on ;((

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who after hitting a milestone finally did a face reveal and was shaking in her boots.

She was just yapping to yap lwky.. because of how nervous she is

"So chat are we perhaps rocking with my outfit !"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who fucks around with her soundboard way to much ..

like baby be pushing buttons at the wrong time

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who be fighting with her viewers sometimes..

'@elliesbigfatlefttoe - Ellie why can I SEE your armpit hair peaking out bae..'

SHE SNAPS BACK SOO QUICK

"BIG FAT WHAT? .. The fuck come bite it off for me then weirdo"

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who plays a variety of games from Minecraft , Valorant , Roblox , Fortnite [ she gets called dog water by random 10 year olds.. (╥﹏╥) ] a bunch of random horror games and some rpg games.

She also does chill talking streams & random reaction videos.

LMAO SHE DEF READS FANFICS ABT HERSELFF

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✮ streamer!ellie ' who EATS on fashion famous

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✮ streamer!ellie ' gets herself into random ass twitter beef and just takes all the roast she gets by 10 year old arianators..

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✮ streamer!ellie ' is really just a big loser

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who after she blew up needed to introduce you to her stream , or at least make it known shes MARRIED.

ellie randomly drops the gf bomb on everyone on a random thursday stream outta no where..

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It was a pretty chill just chatting stream

when ellie started to give her viewers a ring tour. the pads of her fingers brushed against a certain ring on her left hand . a smirk could be seen adoring ellie's face while she slipped it off and tried to be a lil beauty guru showing the ring off.

up close in action shots as she called it..

"It's a promise ring with the wifey you know !" she said with pride forming inside her chest and a smile falling on her face.

Tik tok and wlw twitter sighed that day..

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who soft launches you and your identity.

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves when you sit in her streaming room with her ! although she tends to get a bit shy knowing your presence is there

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who talks the most shit with you about petty drama in her community ..

"babe you'll never guess who got cancelled .."

before you could even open up your lips to ask her what happened she cut you off in an instant

"bro that dyke abigail , her ex came forward saying she gave her fucking chlamydia.. goodness dirty ass bitch"

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who loves the way you love her. she can't ever seem to really wrap her mind around the fact that you've really stuck around with her for this long!

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✮ streamer gf!ellie ' who is wife !!

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Hii bbys I acc had sm fun writing this ! soo again maybe part two ?

Again requests are wide open so pls send some !!

ILYSMM and TYSM for reading !! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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daily click for Palestine !!

from the river to the sea Palestine WILL be free!! 🍉

[clydethesnake]

Hesitance

Summary: You and Abby spent the night together. It meant everything to you, but what about Abby? Loser!Abby Anderson x slightly mean!Reader

WC: 2.1k words

Warnings: angst, reader is slightly mean, internalised homophobia, comphet!Abby, implied smut at the end, happy ending

Abby never thought she’d end up here. 

You just made it so difficult. She could have gone her whole life without realising your feelings for her—could have gone her whole life without feeling your pillowy lips on hers.  

Then why did she feel so conflicted? 

She had soon come to the conclusion that last night never should have happened, that she should have never taken you by your hand and lead her back to her and Manny’s shared room. She should have never touched you. 

“What, so I was just an experiment?!” Abby’s hazy gaze is locked on you once you speak, outraged at the blonde’s dismissal.  

She stays silent, sitting on the edge of her bunk, almost curled in on herself.  

“Answer me, Abby.” You press, standing in front of where she is sitting. At the lack of an answer, you continue, “You can’t tell me last night didn’t mean anything to you.” You whisper. 

Abby’s head snaps up at the breathless words, the helpless tone in your defeated voice making her heart ache.  

But she can’t bring herself to speak.  

Last night was an experience for her. Had she been intending to use you as an experiment? Of course not. But somewhere in her tired brain just wanted to try it.  

For all her life, Abby thought she was straight. That her frequent thoughts of what if? were just the result of her hormones. With her teenage years left behind, what excuse would she use now? 

No, she wasn’t drunk last night, having decided not to drink due to her assignment early the next morning. 

She tries to rack her brain for answers, but it only comes out as a broken stutter, “I—uh...” She mutters your name, reaching out a hand. She's rarely speechless like this, so often having something to say. 

“What, Abby? What do you have to say for yourself? Because I’m not going to sit around for a straight girl who doesn’t know what she wants.” 

She stands from the bunk, seemingly having found the words, “I’m sorry.” She inwardly cringes at your unimpressed look. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking last night. It—it was a mistake, okay?” She holds her arms out in a placating gesture. 

“Fuck you, Abby.” You scoff, clutching your hands tightly in your cargos. Tears were pricking at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall, not in front of her. “You think I’m gonna accept that? I deserve to know why you’re throwing me away like last night mean nothing to you!”  

“I’m confused, okay!?” She finally shouts, watching you flinch back in surprise. Abby wants to kick herself for producing that reaction. 

“What, so you thought it would be acceptable to lead me on like that? Whisper sweet nothings in my ear like you wanted something more?” Fuck, you really wanted to punch her right now.  

You know it’s not her fault, not really. She was confused; all of these feelings new and different. But that didn’t stop you from being angry that she led you on this whole time, the time you spent together sharing secrets when Manny was out with a girl, the time you spent on assignments saving each other’s asses. And now the time you spent last night together, holding each other tenderly in your bed. 

She may want to say that it meant nothing, but you knew that was a complete lie.  

“No, of course not!” Abby attempts to defend, a hand coming up to her loose hair and tugging at the roots in frustration, as you did only the night before. 

There is silence between you.  

“I shouldn’t have come here...” You mutter, hands clenching in the fabric of your pockets. 

Abby’s eyes widen at your words, shaking her head, “Please...” Her voice is breathless as you turn towards the door of her room. She follows, long legs quickly catching up to you to stop your hand from reaching for the door handle.  

She holds your wrist gently, eyes searching yours pleadingly, “Please don’t go.”  

“What more do you want? You’ve said your piece.” You meet her eyes, frowning again. 

“Please stay tonight...” Abby whispers, head bowing slightly making her golden hair shield her face.  

“You know I can’t do that.” Abby stays silent, “You can’t seem to accept that you could be into women in some capacity, what makes you think that I’m going to keep putting myself through this?”  

You remove your wrist from her grasp at her silence, and open the door, leaving the blonde in the darkness of her room.  

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It’s another two weeks before Abby sees you again. 

You'd been out on assignment from Isaac for the past three days, staking out the Seraphite Island. Abby thought it was a stupid and dangerous task, the island known for taking lives. But what right did she have to stop you? 

And before that, well, you two weren’t exactly on speaking terms. 

It's only when you walked through the gates of the stadium that she met eyes with you again, taking note of your dishevelled and seemingly exhausted appearance. 

Her eyes soften at the sight of you, dropping your hunting rifle onto a rack and walking straight past her. 

“Wait—” She calls out your name, her long legs giving her the ability to catch up. 

You stop, back turned to her, “What, Abby?” Your voice sounds drained and tired. 

Shit. The blonde hadn’t actually come up with anything to say, determined to stutter out a weak offer before you decide to just walk away. “Manny—he’s—well, he’s throwing a mini sort of party and—” 

“A party. Really?” You turn to raise an eyebrow at her. 

“I just—I didn’t know if you’d want to come along...” She trails off, unsure of what your reaction would be. 

You only scoff, “No, I don’t want to go to a fucking party. I want to go to bed.” 

The soldier holds out her hands in a placating gesture, “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll just—I’ll leave you alone.”  

You don’t have anything to say to that, standing in the middle of a deserted hallway after a tiring and intense three-day mission. Abby walks past, not sparing a glance behind her broad shoulder. 

Fuck. 

Slightly reluctantly, you make your way back to your dorm, a converted room that used to be box seats you had somehow managed to snag. And no roommate. Even so, Abby’s noticeable absence weighed heavy. 

Going from spending so much time together, getting closer than ever, to suddenly being icy cold was an adjustment. One you didn’t want to make. 

It's not like you wanted to go straight back to her, what she did was extremely hurtful; how dare she take advantage of the feelings she knew you had for her.  

You had been content with knowing that you’d never have her—that she was straight and so clearly hung up on Owen. You'd made peace with it. 

But now she just had to reach straight in and pull those feelings right to the surface again. 

That night is all that’s on your mind, even when lying prone in the tall grass under slashing rain on that damn island. The night where you had been tucked in a corner of a party, just the two of you in your own little worlds, where she had taken you by your hand and eagerly led you back to your own room.  

Where she had ripped your clothes off as if she was starving for you. 

She may have never been with a woman before, but damn. 

You sigh heavily at the reminder, dropping the heavy, soaking bag at the foot of your bed. I need a shower. 

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It's only when you’re lying in bed, still unable to think about anything else that you hear it.  

You swing your legs over the edge, the darkness of the room feeling suffocating. Who the hell could possibly be knocking at this time of the night? 

But of course, of course it was the only woman on your mind who came to the door. 

There she stood, long blonde hair cascading down her broad shoulders and henley straining against her arms. 

“What are you doing here?” You question. 

She pushes past, walking into your pitch black room and flicking on a lamp, illuminating her golden hair and Californian complexion. The sight did nothing for your racing heart, hearing it thunder in your chest. 

“I need to talk to you.” Her tone is far from the uncomfortable and quiet one from the night after you two spent together—instead, she was determined. 

You only sigh heavily, shutting the door and turning to face her. 

Abby takes a deep breath, her chest straining in her henley, “I—I lied.”  

You pause at that, unsure of what she means, “Huh?” What could she possibly have been lying about; she had made her feelings towards you very clear. 

She seems to realise that her words didn’t come out quite right, outstretching her arms in an almost placating gesture, as if you were going to lash out at her, “I mean—! I just meant that I lied the other day—when I said that that night was a mistake.”  

Your eyes widen at that, but she doesn’t allow you to speak, mouth rambling on, “I’ve been thinking about it since I said it and—and, I’m sorry, okay?” She takes a deep breath, meeting your eyes for the first time that night with more confidence, “You—you’re all I could ever want.”  

What? Your eyebrows raise in surprise at her words, attempting to speak but nothing coming out.  

The soldier looks worried at your lack of words, stumbling out a few more rambling words, “Of course, if that’s not what you want then I—I’ll leave right now.” She makes a move to walk past you, but you stop her, placing a hand on her strong bicep. 

“Don’t go.”  

She only nods, eyes scanning you with a gentleness that you’d not seen since the night you two shared. 

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” You ask, voice almost a breathless whisper.  

Abby reluctantly raises a heavy hand to your waist, “I—I was confused. I needed some time.” She admits, and you suddenly feel bad for lashing out the way you did the morning after. 

You sigh, closing your eyes and forehead coming to rest on her shoulder, “I’m sorry.”  

She brings a hand to the back of your head, stroking through the strands, “What are you sorry for? I was the one who led you on.”  

Your hands on the back of her henley tighten, “Because I should have understood that you needed time.” 

Abby doesn’t respond, only encouraging you to lean up and look her in the eyes. 

“Even so, I was an asshole.”  

You can’t help but let out a small huff, reminiscent of a laugh, “You were a bit of an asshole. But I was too.”  

You both stand in the comfortable silence for a few moments longer, no longer feeling awkward in each other’s presence. The golden light from the lamp that Abby turned on only makes her look more beautiful, freckles like constellations on her slightly rosy cheeks. The sight only makes you want to kiss her more. 

“Kiss me, Abby,” You whisper. 

And so, she does, lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss, no rush or urgency that had been felt during your one night together. No hesitancy from Abby. 

She kisses you with all of her soul, all of her body, as if making up for lost time.  

You can’t help but raise a hand to her cheek, the other resting on a broad shoulder to tilt her head into a deeper kiss, one where you can run your tongue along the seam of her lips.  

Her breathy noise makes you dizzy, the feeling of her hand tightening on your hip and tugging ever so gently in your hair sending delightful shivers down your spine. 

Even so, you pull away, still cradling her face in your hands, if only to admire her. 

“Take me to bed.” 

[izzy3clipse]

this is abby oh my god (it’s a twitter link pls open at your own risk)

[wingedhallows]

Hey, i really like how you write fluff, can you write about taking care of sick Abby???

— THROUGH SICKNESS AND HEALTH —

⋆₊˚⊹♡ PAIRING : abby anderson x reader | 0.9k words ⋆₊˚⊹♡ AUTHORS NOTE : hey, babes! i had so much fun working on this. thank you for the request. i hope u like it :)

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The night is peaceful, wrapped in a hush of quiet save for the steady rhythm of Abby’s breathing against your neck. Her arms are draped around you, warm and steady, the weight of them grounding you in a way that makes the world feel smaller—safer. The blanket cocooned around your tangled bodies only adds to the comfort, a protective shield against the night.

Then, like a bucket of ice water, she’s gone.

Her warmth vanishes in an instant, the blanket slipping away as she bolts upright, hands trembling as she pushes herself out of bed. The sudden movement stirs you, but it’s the rush of cold air against your skin that truly jolts you awake.

A shiver runs down your spine as your eyes flutter open, disoriented, catching the faint outline of Abby stumbling toward the bathroom, her breaths ragged and uneven.

Then, the unmistakable sound of retching.

Your heart clenches. Of course. She should’ve listened to you. Should’ve worn that damn jacket instead of brushing you off with that cocky smirk and a “Nah, I’ll be fine.”

You push the thought aside and slip out of bed, padding softly across the dark room. The second you step into the dimly lit bathroom, all your irritation melts away.

Abby is hunched over the toilet, her shoulders trembling with the force of each heave. She grips the porcelain edge like it’s the only thing tethering her to the ground, and the sound she makes—a raw, awful gag—makes you wince.

You kneel beside her without a word, placing a gentle hand on her back, rubbing slow, soothing circles over the tense muscles there. Your other hand gathers her long hair, sweeping it away from her flushed face, holding it back as she retches again.

She doesn’t say anything. Neither do you.

You just stay there, solid and quiet, the warmth of your touch a silent promise—I’ve got you.

She leans back slightly, sucking in a shallow breath between the violent retches. Her face is flushed, her glassy eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, and your heart clenches at the sight.

She looks so small like this—so unlike the strong, confident Abby you’re used to.

"More?" you whisper, your voice barely carrying over the silence of the dimly lit bathroom.

She shakes her head weakly, another shaky exhale escaping her lips. Relief flickers through you, but it’s overshadowed by the worry tightening in your chest. You don’t push for words, just give her a small nod before flushing the toilet.

Carefully, you help her onto the closed lid, your hands firm yet gentle as she leans into your support.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she presses them against her forehead, trying to steady herself. Without a second thought, you reach for her toothbrush, squeezing a little toothpaste onto it before handing it to her.

Leaning against the sink, you watch her. Every trace of irritation you might’ve felt earlier has dissolved into something softer, something heavier—worry, devotion, the overwhelming need to make sure she’s okay.

She brushes her teeth in slow, lethargic movements, rinsing out her mouth before slipping her hand into yours. It’s warm despite the chill clinging to her skin, and you hold it a little tighter as you guide her back to bed.

Abby sinks into the mattress with a weary sigh, her head barely hitting the pillow before her eyes flutter shut. Her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t say anything, too drained to do more than exist in the space between wakefulness and sleep.

"I’ll get you something," you murmur, your voice soft as your fingers sweep a few stray strands of hair from her damp forehead.

She barely nods, her exhaustion swallowing her whole, and you linger for just a second before slipping away to fetch the medicine.

You return with a glass of water and a pill, your eyes immediately landing on Abby—curled up on your shared bed, her brow furrowed even in sleep, her face drawn with exhaustion. The sight tugs at something deep in your chest.

Gently, you shake her awake, and she stirs with a weak groan, barely cracking her eyes open. The sound is soft, but it hits you like a punch. “The meds, baby,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

She blinks sluggishly before forcing herself up, her body protesting every movement. You watch as she swallows the pill with a slow sip of water before sinking back into the mattress, her breathing shallow, her limbs heavy.

You rack your brain for something—anything—that might help ease her discomfort, but before you can move, she speaks, her voice barely audible.

“Hold me, please.”

It’s so small, so fragile, and it undoes you completely. How could you ever deny her, especially when she sounds like this? When the strongest person you know is curled up and hurting, reaching for you like you’re the only thing anchoring her?

Without hesitation, you slide under the blankets beside her, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close.

Her head rests against your chest, her breath warm against your skin as your fingers run gently through her hair.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

Because this is what love is, isn’t it? Not just the laughter, the easy moments, the fun—but this, too. Holding each other close through sickness and health, through every quiet, vulnerable moment in between.

[mystellenia]

skin to skin with abby… save me… save me skin to skin with abby…

[rhyrhy]

Thinking about older!Married!Neighbor! Abby and the elementary teacher who lives a few doors down….

[ Contains:] infidelity implied, marital issues, blurb

Moving to Washington was nice. The neighborhood was quiet. White picket fence. Shiny rock on her finger. A warm bed, talks of future kids, and kisses on the cheek. But even with all that, Abby couldn’t help herself. Not when you were there. Almost every. Single. Morning.

Married Abby! who first noticed you on a run. Headband, ponytail, and an ass that just made her—ugh.

“Coming!” she called back out, ripping her eyes away from the kitchen window.

To whom? Her wife. Sweet Amanda. High school sweetheart. Love of her life. Well, that’s what she told herself. Who was she kidding? It’s been rocky since the move.

The truth was, Abby had agreed to the move because Amanda wanted to be closer to her family. But Abby’s dad was sick. She needed to be here, to help, to take care of what mattered—her family. When she tried to explain that, it spiraled like it always did.

“So my family’s less important now?” Amanda snapped, arms crossed over her chest.

Abby exhaled sharply, already exhausted. “That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what it sounds like.”

“Come on, Amanda,” Abby ran a hand down her face, jaw tight. “I’ve done everything to make this move work for you. You wanted the suburbs, the perfect house, the perfect life—”

“For us, Abby. Not just me.”

Abby scoffed. “Really? Because it feels like every time I bring up my dad, it’s suddenly a problem.”

Amanda shook her head, biting back frustration. “It’s not a problem, it’s just—what about our future? You spend all your time working or worrying about your dad. Where do I fit into that?”

The arguments piled on top of each other, never-ending, circling back to the same, tired place. Cold dinner plates. Unfulfilled, half-hearted attempts at intimacy. And, worse, lonely nights spent rubbing one out to try to release something. Since her wife was always “not in the mood.”

But no matter how hard she tried to push you out of her mind, she couldn’t. You. Sweating in the sun, that warm glow on your face. The small bounce of your ass in those tight black leggings as you passed her large kitchen window.

Jesus, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander.

Married Abby! Who’s worked under Graves Electrical ever since she was a girl, soaking up her father’s teachings. Now, a few weeks settled, known as ‘Miss Fix It,’ a well-known figure in the neighborhood, called for all sorts of emergency repairs.

She used to have her sore muscles rubbed on by doting Amanda. But now? Epsom salt and a bath she’d fall asleep in more often than the actual bed became her best friend.

Married Abby! Knew a little about you, aside from how her body reacted when you passed by. Seeing you come home with a basket full of what looked like school supplies—crayons, Elmer’s glue—combined with the sticker on your car bumper that read, “Teaching is a work of heart,” with a drawn apple. she put it together fairly quick.

It was sickeningly sweet compared to the gloomy cloud hanging over her own household. Unlike her, no ring on your finger. Just colorful clothes, gel-polished nails, and fitted workout clothes that drove her nuts.

The only thing sicker than your positivity? The fact that her wife was the one to show you the property you came home to at 4:15 on the dot, Monday through Friday.

And what almost broke her resolve completely? Yesterday morning.

You stood at her door, smiling, something wrapped in tinfoil in hand—coming to thank Amanda for helping you move in now that you were settled. The low-cut floral dress made her grip the doorframe a little tighter.

“Hi,” she forced out, clearing her throat. “Can I help you?”

[abbysgolf-club]

ABBY ANDERSON headcannons

TW :: NSFW and SFW hcs! body image mentioned, not proof read sorry chat... ❤️

Abby is always the big spoon, she loves feeling herself wrapped around you, the way your bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

Abby will always make sure you're comfortable during sex, giving you pillows, words of affirmation and making sure you're nothing but pleased the whole time. (although sometimes she'll be rough as fuck)

When you guys have an argument, she'll give you the best hate sex you've ever had, leaving you begging for more afterwards, pleading for her and telling her you're hers, she'll kick manny out of the dorm for this, telling him to "go sleep with the scientist chick again"

She's a good cook, and sometimes she'll cook but she loves the food you make for her so much more, even if it's terrible.

Abby likes chubby girls. She wants something to be able to grab onto. skull crushing thighs she can bury herself in for hours a night. stretch marks she can kiss and love.

No matter how much you bring yourself down about your weight Abby will compliment you like there's no tomorrow. She'll make sure you know your worth and you mean the world to her.

You guys have polar opposite music tastes, but she taught you to love deftones just how you taught her to love green day.

Sometimes youll look up at the stars together, in a comfortable silence, being grateful for eachother in the shitty, infected ridden world you live in.

[r3starttt]

✶ꞌꞋ 𓏸𓈒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝕶𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ˑ ⋆ ͡꒱ ۫⠀

ABBY ANDERSON

[ SERIES & COLLECTIONS ]

. ִ . ،  K!NKTOBER This is a series of short blurbs-drabbles-one shots that contain explicit sexual content and potentially triggering themes.

01 BREEDING feat. dom! abby

02 FACE SITTING feat. dom! abby

03 GHOSTFACE feat. dom! abby

04 BONDAGE feat. sub! abby

05 BLADDER CONTROL

06 FULL MOON feat. werewolf! R

07 VAMPIRE feat. ellabs

08 JENNIFER'S BODY

. ִ. ،  CAM - GIRL ; Abby & reader being oh so filthy in bed!

01 abby feat. dildo

02 abby feat. wand

. ִ. ،  CALL ME BY YOUR NAME ; In the summer of 1983, in northern Italy, you and your family spend a holiday with Abby, a young doctoral student that’s trying to learn from your mother.

▍M. list

[ HC'S ]

rockstar

life in the wlf base

cowgirl

strong reader

doctor

domestic life

fluff

modern au

ceo

influencer

[ BLURBS & DRABBLES ]

. ִ. ، NSFW

PUT AWAY THE PRIDE; bsf! Abby feat. comphet. cheating. hate sex. finger sucking. fingering. scissoring. praise kink.

STREET RACER; Abby feat. car sex. finger sucking. fingering. hair tugging.

YOUR WOMAN; lawyer! Abby feat. thigh riding. spanking.

MESSY; Abby feat. messy make out session.

AFTER WORK; Abby feat. fingering. oral.

DRUG DEALER;

01 abby feat. her fem gf

02 abby feat. jealous sex

SUB! ABBY;

01 abby feat. sugar mommy

02 abby feat. strap

. ִ. ، SFW

STOCKINGS ; Abby feat. celebrating christmas in your own little house. lev mention.

LADY OF MERCY ; Abby feat. religious guilt. internalized homophobia. suggestive. womp²

GOOD LUCK, BABE! ; Abby feat. comphet womp womp

MAKE IT UP TO ME ; drummer Abby feat. the girl she has to take on another date.

ON YOUR SIDE ; blue collar! Abby feat. comfort after work.

VELVET RING ; Abby feat. shower comfort.

BOOKWORM ; Abby feat. reading for you and explaining the complex of her books.

WARMTH ; Abby feat. comforting insecure reader.

FOOLISH ; Abby being in love with her roommate.

ZINNIA ; Abby feat. bsf who spilled her drunk thoughts.

STRESS ; Abby feat. comforting her stressed girl after a long week.

SICK READER;

01 abby feat. comfort

02 abby feat. cuddling

03 abby feat. hc's

[dollinrehab]

PART 1 HERE PART 3 HERE

Summary: Abby doesn't want something serious. You won't let her fuck you and give you nothing in exchange, will you?

CW: Just a little smut under the cut (mdni or just skip the italics part), r! is afab, dacryphilia if you squint, strap use (r! receiving), r! is kind of a manipulator.

Her dick slipped in and out of you relentlessly as you chanted her name, tears falling from your eyes from how good it felt.

"You like this?" She asked in your ear. The knot building in your stomach felt heavy, like a tub of ice cream. Her voice was sweet as caramel. Her panting was the cherry on top.

"Y-yeeahh." You managed to mutter out, your voice high-pitched. "M' gonna..."

"Come on, give it to me, baby." She commanded, and you instantly came. You were incredibly wet that night, so wet that you squirted all over Abby's strap, screaming louder than ever.

After some minutes you spent going to the bathroom, taking a pee, putting on some of Abby's T-shirts with no panties and washing your face, you came back to her bed where she waited for you, in short pajamas. You climbed onto her like a koala, wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around one of hers. Some minutes passed while she just caressed your hair and you kissed her neck until you pulled back a little to look at her in the eye.

"Abby, will we be something?"

"Listen, I know you want this to be serious." She affirmed cautiously. You hadn't knew her for too long, so trying to guess what would she say next was practically impossible.

One way or another, you were afraid of what she would say next. Maybe she didn't like you? You didn't want her to go after spending a whole month with her and staying at her place at least twice a week.

"Mhm."

"But I don't think I can handle it. I'm too busy with work, and you know that." She excused herself, the guilt in her almost palpable as each word felt like a punch to your gut.

"So you just wanted to use me and throw me away like a broken toy?" Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you blinked rapidly.

"No, no, no, baby, listen." She seemed to instantly regret her choice of words and sat up too.

"Listen what? I don't want you to fuck me when you're free." You yelled at her, cracking your voice in purpose at the end of your sentence.

"We can have something casual if you want. But right now I'm really busy to-" The tears kept coming out of your eyes.

"No, I don't want to." Your voice came out of your mouth more high-pitched than usual and, honestly, it sounded like this was the worst day of your life.

"What if I pay you?"

"What?" You weren't sure you heard it well. This was kind of your goal, but you didn't expect her to offer it so easily. Plus, you wanted a rich girlfriend, not to be pampered like a whore.

"I'll pay you. Like a sugar baby. I won't be using you, I'll be giving you something in exchange." You acted like you had just started considering her offer.

"How much are we talking about?" You asked, still not convinced.

"Four thousands a month plus dates and gifts." Fine, this could work.

"You think that's enough for me after literally breaking my heart?" You asked coldly. You didn't feel exactly great using her this way, but you needed the money, didn't you? And, she in fact broke your heart

"Six thousands." You sighed and furrowed your eyebrows, pretending to be mad at her even if you were enchanted with the idea, and laid down next to her with crossed arms, facing the ceiling.

"I have some rules."

"Tell me."

"First, you can't be with someone else or I'll rip my eyes out of my head and kill myself in your front door step."

"Did you need to be that extreme?" She asked with a disbelief smirk.

"It's just so you remember it well." You smiled. "Second, you have to pretend you're my girlfriend in front of everyone. Everyone. And act like my girlfriend."

"I can do that."

"And third, don't treat me like a slut because I'm not one."

"I have the feeling you've done this lots of times before." She said with suspicion.

"Third rule." You reminded her in a warning tone.

"I didn't mean it in that way."

"Sure." You rolled your eyes and turned your back to her. She pulled you close to her, wrapping her big arms around your waist and forcing you to be the little spoon. "Hey!" You giggled.

"You shouldn't stay mad at me. It doesn't suit you."

"Fine, fine." You let yourself smile for once, wiping your tears.

"We'll go shopping tomorrow, okay?"

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