#abby one shot

[savannahsdeath]

barista!abby that gets mad when you go visit another coffee shop !! ( love your writing btw, muah !♡ )

eheh thank you ily :3333 and the req is so cute n real omg

you got home, what abby perceived once you shouted her a greeting from the staircase. she showed up in the doorway to the living room a few of short seconds after. you struggled to take off your coat, as one of your hands held an almost empty plastic cup. your girlfriend's first instinct was to grab it from you, like the gentlewoman that she is. she won't look at her girl having to use so much effort to complete the most basic task, oh, never!

but as the plastic dented with a crunch, her gaze drifted down to it, deciding to do some examination. she immediately realised something's off — the smell... it wasn't a deliciously fragrant aroma, like the drinks she makes. it was a plain, dull, ordinary scent of coffee. the decent, unappealing coffee she would never take a sip of. maybe she is dramatic, or maybe she's just jealous. whatever it was, when she recognized her competition's logo, her fingers with pressure traced it as if to see if it's not just a sticker. but the tag was real, so the whole cup ended up in the trash can a bat of an eye later.

"what was that?" she returned to the place she was previously at, though now she looked truly mad with the way her arms crossed and her tongue formed a bulge on her cheek. you chuckled at how her muscles flexed, even if you'd find it hot in other circumstances.

you took a step forward, trying to not look as amused as you were. "i was just thirsty." you shrugged and watched her part her lips to give you a speech. before she could, you raised your hand and continued; "i know i should come to you, buuut i had only ten minutes and they're closer."

she rolled her eyes. "just call me next time. you'll have a free delivery, i'll be there in five minutes and you won't have to move a finger."

you nodded and smacked your lips, now finding it more cute than funny. "alright, i'll keep that in mind for the next time."

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[sweethischier]

─── DOUBLE OR NOTHING

─── QUINN HUGHES X FEM!READER

[ summary ] Falling for a hockey player was risky, but falling for a hockey player your dad coached was an entirely different gamble.

[ word count ] 7.4k

[ content warnings ] brief jealous quinn, drinking is mentioned, some gambling references which author (me) knows moot about it, angst if you really really squint, make out session that alludes to smut but it fades out before it gets too steamy, heavily unedited

[ note ] after rewriting this with three different players over the last eight months, Quinn was the one that truly motivated me to get it done. please note that the events of the gala are probably not factually correct but it’s for the plot okay

The first time you met Quinn, you knew who he was. Of course you did. He was a guy with a pretty impressive reputation for being his team's saving grace more often than not but most importantly, he was a player on the team your father just so happened to be the head coach for. So of course you knew who Quinn Hughes was the second you saw him in a lowly lit bar with a few of his teammates, and he knew who you were from the moment he saw you walk through the door. 

Quinn had seen your pictures all around his coach’s office, some from when you were young and some that were more recent. He had heard stories of your accomplishments and childhood in the midst of team dinner or practice rambles, and he had listened to your dad go on about how proud he was of you. It was a secret to none on the team that you were attractive, but the guys were smart enough to know you were off limits, but now that you were only a few feet away from him, Quinn knew that was going to be easier said than done.

At first, he pretended not to notice the way your eyes lingered on him longer than they should, and you pretended like you couldn’t feel his stare when he thought you weren’t paying attention. The two of you played the game of cat and mouse, neither of you quite ready to take the bait and completely follow through with what was being dangled in front of you. Though, when the group you were with combined with his own, you grew hopeful that that was going to change.

When one of the guys you quickly recognized as Brock introduced himself, he also went around and introduced the rest of the guys. You forced yourself to focus on them rather than the defenseman that was standing directly across from you, his eyes unwavering from you as you focused on his teammates. You didn’t dare spare a glance at him until his name was falling from his friends lips, but the second you made eye contact you knew you were undeniably screwed. 

“Hi,” You greeted, your voice sweet and smooth as you stuck your hand out for him to take, “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” He shyly smiles, the calluses of his palm slightly scratching the softness of your own.

 A few observing eyes noticed the way the two of you seemed to disappear in your own world, your hands locked together for far longer than necessary and your entire demeanor mirroring his own. It took the announcement of someone buying a round of shots for the two of you to break apart and join the rest of the group, but neither of you strayed too far from the other for the rest of the night.

While you didn’t go home with Quinn that night, you did manage to get his number from him before you went your separate ways. It took a little convincing on your part after he initially rebuffed your question with the simple excuse that he couldn’t because he played for your dad, but you were coy in your second attempt. Reminding him that exchanging phone numbers wasn’t a marriage proposal, that it was just you looking for more friends in a city that was brand new to you, and not long after, you couldn’t hide the smug smirk on your face as he typed his number in your phone.

The two of you started off casually texting, you asking him about his hobbies outside of hockey and him asking about how you were liking Vancouver so far. Your conversations flowed naturally and with ease, the two of you becoming closer than you thought you would in such a short amount of time. However, the two of you didn’t see another until his phone rang one random Friday night between home games. You’d had a bad date that left you stranded at a restaurant in a part of the city you were not yet familiar with and you had no ride home. Getting an uber by yourself was out of the question, and you found yourself clicking on Quinn’s number before anyone else's.

“Hello,” His voice was deep and wary, undoubtedly confused at your unprompted phone call.

“Hey,” You breathed out, “Are you busy?”

“No,” He shook his head, though you can’t see him, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes– Well, no, but it’s just– Do you think you can come pick me up,” You asked, your voice meek and hesitant as your eyes darted around the bustling street life around you.

“Of course,” His response was instant, almost embarrassingly so, “Send me your location and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

The restaurant you had been left at was only a fifteen minute drive from him, but he made it in ten. He didn’t ask any questions as he held the passenger door open for you, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes dragged across the people walking by almost as if he was searching for something. Or someone. When he was back in the driver's seat, he silently handed you his phone with the music app open so you could play whatever you wanted as he started driving. However, not even the soft, familiar tune playing through the speakers was enough to ease the awkward tension filling the car.

“So,” You started, hands clasped in your lap as you gazed at him, “What have you been up to tonight?”

He briefly glances at you, a nervous chuckle passing through his lips before he says, “Nothing too exciting. Was just at home relaxing before the game tomorrow. What about you?”

You were quick to gather that you weren’t as outgoing and confident around him when you didn’t have a few drinks in your system, or when you were face to face as opposed to texting. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your fingers wringing together as you tried to keep yourself calm and outwardly collected. It also didn’t help that you picked up on the few wandering eyes of bystanders, their whispers making a ball of anxiety form in your chest at the thought of word somehow getting back to your dad. Though, you tried to push those fears away as you focused on the current moment.

“Well, I was on a date,” You snorted, pressing the side of your head into the headrest as you look between him and the road, “He left after getting some phone call, and left me there without a way home since he insisted on picking me up. Never doing that again.”

“He just left you there,” Quinn slowly asks, and his anger is evident in the way he’s white-knuckling the steering wheel and his jaw is clenched so tightly it looked almost painful. His sudden change in demeanor confused you, made you wonder what you had said that caused such a shift to the usually calm guy next to you. 

“Yeah,” You draw out, furrowing your eyebrows together, “But it’s okay, it’s probably the best thing that could’ve happened. I didn’t want to get back in his car.”

“Why even go on a date with someone who makes you feel like that,” He slightly scoffs, but you know he doesn’t truly blame you. At least, you hope he doesn’t.

“He wasn’t that bad over text,” You shamefully shrug, moving your gaze to the dashboard in front of you as you let out a shaky breath, “Plus, he was attractive enough for me to want to go home with him.”

Quinn’s breath hitches in his throat, a wave of jealousy washing over him like a bucket of scalding water, but he brushes it off as he adjusts in his seat and keeps his focus on the road. You can feel the slight shift in the air, but the feeling that lingers is unrecognizable. It’s tension, that much you can tell, but you can’t quite figure out what kind of tension it was. It unsettled you, the unfamiliarity, but you decided to force it down your throat and let the ride home pass in silence. 

When Quinn was nearing your apartment complex, you hadn’t expected him to park in one of the guest parking spots and slip out of the car. You pushed the car door open, stepping onto the concrete as he stands near the back of his car with his hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. He can see the curiosity swirling in your eyes as you near him, your bag tightly grasped in your hand as you stop and raise your eyebrows as you peer at him.

“I’m just walking you up to your apartment,” He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement, “I was raised with manners, you know.” 

“Thought that was typically done after a date,” You tease as you brush past him, trying to shake off the last bout of tension that remained stuck to you.

“Technically, this is,” He smugly points out as he follows closely behind you.

“I guess so,” You hum, throwing him a playful look over your shoulder as you continue, “But I’m not sleeping with you.”

That night, your relationship with Quinn began to shift into something you knew it shouldn’t. You found yourself texting him far more often about anything you could, thinking about him any time you got a free moment to yourself, spending as much time the two of you could spare together. The two of you were teetering over the edge into territory that could be dangerous for both of you, but neither of you were doing anything to stop it. 

Quinn knew that what he was doing was a gamble for trouble, his teammates constantly reminding him of that when your name would fall from his lips or pop up on his phone. Truthfully, Quinn had never been much of a risk taker before, always choosing the safe route or weighing all of his options in his head before following through, and he knew developing feelings for you was the biggest risk of all, but he didn't care when it came to you. While he wasn’t exactly sure where the two of you would end up, he was sure that he was willing to face anything that got in his way. To him, you were worth it all.

When your mom called and told you that you had to be at the annual Dice and Ice charity event the team was holding on Sunday, you had to bite your tongue to keep your eagerness at bay when you agreed. It had been nearly a week since you had last seen Quinn, courtesy of his hectic schedule and your busy life, and you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to see him again. Although the setting of your reunion wasn’t exactly ideal, you had high hopes that everyone would be far too busy to analyze any potential interactions you had with him.

The hallways to the venue were freezing, and the lower than normal temperature outside didn’t help in the slightest. While your brothers didn’t seem to mind with their pants and light jackets, you were bundled up in the warmest jacket you owned with a pair of fleece-lined leggings under the dress your mom asked you to wear. Living on the lower east coast for the last few years left you newly unaccustomed to the cold atmosphere you grew up around, and your brothers were not letting you forget about it.

“You would never know she grew up in hockey rinks,” Mason snorts, lightly slapping Trevor on the shoulder. 

“She’s just a beach girl now,” Liam teases, “Can’t handle the cold.”

“Duke doesn’t have beaches dumbass,” You roll your eyes, “It’s below freezing outside, anyways. I don’t want to hear you guys bitching about being cold later.” 

The four of you get into a playful bout of bickering, your voices growing louder as you try and talk over one another. All of you were far too engrossed in your petty argument that none of your ears picked up on the nearing footsteps until the two guys were standing right in front of you. You all come to an abrupt halt, Liam and Mason snapping their mouths shut as they gape at your new guests. 

“Hey guys,” Kiefer greets over the large box in his grasp, his eyes flitting towards you for a brief second.

“What’s up,” Trevor responds, puffing his chest out to make him appear taller.

You roll your eyes at his lame attempt at seeming cool before you ask, ”What are you guys doing?”

“We were sent on a mission,” Elias’ deep voice rumbles, “Or maybe we’re hiding. Who knows? ”

“Right,” You drawl, slightly narrowing your eyes at the taller of the two in confusion, “Well, you guys have fun with that. We’re gonna go.” 

You step around the two of them, your brothers following you without protest, but all three of them hear Elias’ not so quiet ‘Should we tell him she’s here?’. They all toss suspicious, curious looks your way, but you lamely shrug your shoulders in mock confusion as you scurry ahead of them. You knew your brothers were far nosier than you were and when they felt out of the loop, they would do anything to figure out what was being kept from them. All you could do was hope that luck was on your side tonight, and that they wouldn’t uncover the one thing you wanted to keep secret.

Quinn found you the second you stepped on the floor with three boys in your wake, and he couldn’t help but gawk at how beautiful you looked. The dress you were wearing was hugging you in all the right places, your hair done in a way that framed your face just right, and he could see the shine in your eyes, even from where he was standing. He could feel the knowing stares from his teammates as he let their conversation fade away, but he wasn’t in any hurry to look away. He was completely and utterly entranced with you.

It didn’t take you long to find Quinn, either. He was tucked in a corner with Conor and Brock, mingling with a few fans near the drink bar with amused smiles on their faces. You could feel your brothers watchful eyes on you, so you were quick to avert your eyes and sneak passing glances whenever you could. Each time their focus shifted to something more worthy, you were instantly letting your eyes fall on Quinn, and you found that he was already looking at you almost every single time. 

During the entirety of Quinn’s speech, your eyes never strayed away from him. You hung on to his every word, listening so intently that every other sound around you was temporarily muted. You didn’t pay attention to anything else except for him until you felt a small pinch to your arm, forcing your harsh gaze to your brother as he jerked his head towards your parents. They were rising to their feet as they clapped, so you followed suit and ignored the skeptical look on Trevor’s face.

At first, you weren’t entirely sure where your dad was looking off to, but when Quinn came into view, a pit of nerves formed in your stomach. He had a wide smile on his face, greeting people as he walked by them and ran his non-injured hand through his hair, and the simple act alone made your mind go hazy with thoughts of him. Though, admittedly the closer he got to you, the more sense the empty seat directly to your left made, and you felt like you were going to pass out on the spot.

”Nice speech, Huggy,” Your dad calls out, pulling Quinn into a friendly hug, “It’ll have donations rolling in.”

”Let’s hope so,” Quinn lightly laughs.

As he walks around the table, he stops to politely greet your mom and brothers before he finally gets to you. The shift in his gaze was so subtle that you almost missed it, almost missed the way his eyes sparkled with a glint of comfortable familiarity. Almost as if seeing you, simply being near you, was enough to relax him despite the hectic chaos around him.

“Hi,” He bites back the smile toying at his lips, holding out his hand for you to take, “Nice to finally meet you. I’m Quinn.”

“Hi, Quinn,” You stifle the amused tone threatening to burst to the surface as you tell him your name, “Nice to finally meet you, too.”

You’d been in Vancouver all season, but you had yet to make an appearance at any games or any other team events that would’ve allowed you to ‘meet’ Quinn. Pretending to not know each other was the safe route to go, the easiest way to keep your family unaware of what you had been doing in your free time. You still weren’t entirely sure how your dad would react if he found out you’d been hanging out, and crushing on, one of his players, and you weren’t looking to find out, either. Especially not tonight. 

“Two years I’ve been coaching this team,” Your dad calls out as he takes his seat, “And this is the first time my daughter’s meeting everyone.”

“Dad,” You exclaim in annoyance, narrowing your eyes at him as you sit down.

“Sorry, sorry,” He throws his hands up in surrender, “I know you were busy with work and school. I’m just messing around.”

“What were you studying,” Quinn smoothly redirects, fixating his gaze on your face, making your brief bout of frustration disappear like it was never there. 

The conversation flows after that, a mixture of hockey and various other topics being thrown around the table. Anytime you and Quinn would disappear into your own world, you could feel Trevor’s suspicious gaze on the side of your face and it served as a careful reminder that you were surrounded by your family and not in the confined walls of his apartment You’d forcefully pull yourself away from him and engage with the others, hoping no one else picked up on it the same way he did. However, judging by the several looks your mom threw your way, she could tell something was up. 

By the time the speech portion of the event was over, everyone scrambled off in different directions to participate in whatever caught their eye. Liam and Mason followed your dad to go and talk to some of the bigger sponsors, and Trevor disappeared before you could catch wind of where he was going. A few of Quinn’s teammates hastily pulled him away, but not before he tossed an apologetic look your way. A look that did not go unnoticed. 

“I see you and Quinn get along well,” Your mom’s voice startled you, tearing yours way from Quinn’s retreating figure.

“Yeah,” You nervously chuckle, avoiding her stare as you grasp at the fabric of your dress, “He’s nice.” 

She lets out a melodic hum, a sound you knew she reserved for when she knew her children were hiding something.

“He is a nice boy,” She affirmed, kissing her teeth before she moves in front of you, “Honey, you know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know,” You mumble as you finally meet her soft eyes, “But there’s nothing to tell. It was just nice to talk to someone my own age that isn’t from work.”

You could tell that she didn’t fully believe you, but she didn’t press any further. Instead, she pressed a gentle kiss to your temple before she was slipping into the crowd on her own. You stood in your spot, eyes darting through the sea of people in search of no spa in particular. You recognized a few of the girls that had been at the bar the night you met Quinn, but you didn’t feel privy enough to approach them. Finally, you managed to catch a glimpse of your brother standing at one of the roulette tables, and you made your way towards him.

When you reached his side, the dealer called out to you and asked if you were participating, earning a shake of your head as you stood behind Trevor. You weren’t all that great at playing any sort of betting game, but you knew the relative rules and basics and that made it easy to keep up with what was going on. Your brother seemed to be doing fairly well, and, from what you remember, he had a pretty good chance at winning.

“Your boyfriend’s coming over here,” Trevor mumbled, his gaze flicking beside him before the table in front of him reclaimed his focus.

“What,” Your face screwed up in confusion, “Who?”

Your head turned, and your eyes immediately settled on Quinn as he walked towards the table you were standing at. He was passing polite smiles and hello’s to everyone he passed, but he made no efforts to stop and converse further. The way your heart rate increased so quickly at the mere sight of him was almost worrisome, though it was a feeling you’d grown accustomed to by now. No matter how many times you saw him, or what you were doing, he made your heart race.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” You whisper under your breath, subtly kicking the leg of Trevor’s chair.

“Tell that to your face,” He smugly states without glancing in your direction.

Before you can say anything else, the sound of Quinn’s voice calling your name echoes in your ears. You take a deep, ragged breath, shifting your gaze to Quinn as he comes to a stop right beside you. He’s got his hands shoved into his pockets now, a slight pink tinge to his cheeks as he flickers his eyes between you and your brother.

“You not playin’,” He asks, clearing his throat before he settles on watching the table. 

“Absolutely not,” You snort, shifting on your feet, “I’ll leave Trevor to betting all Dad’s money” 

“At least it’s for a good cause,” He jokes as he gently knocks his elbow against your own, “How much is the pot?”

“Not sure what it is now,” You hum, letting your eyes trail to Quinn’s face, “I heard someone say something about double or nothing, though.”

“Oh he’s a risk taker, I see,” Quinn chuckles as his eyes dart across your face, ���Must run in the family.”

“What’s a reward without a little risk,” You flirt, ignoring the blood pounding in your ears and the knots twisting in your stomach.

The sound of Trevor clearing his throat rips through the veil of tension that surrounds the two of you, forcing you to tear your eyes away from Quinn and straighten your back. You met the careful, warning filled stare he was throwing over his shoulder before he turned his focus back to the game in front of him, and you felt your entire face heat up in embarrassment like you’d been caught sneaking a boy into your room. You force yourself to keep your focus on what was going on in front of you, rather than the dark haired man who has been residing in your dreams for the last few months. Though, Quinn wasn’t making that easy on you with every fleeting touch to the arm or question he threw your way. 

“Hey,” He quietly calls out to you, eyes soft and hopeful, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Your gaze flickers back to your brother who was now honed in on the game before curtly nodding at Quinn. You follow closely behind him, ignoring the needles of anxiety that were poking your skin at the idea of someone somehow twisting what they saw and it getting back to your dad. In reality, you knew most people would assume that Quinn was likely helping you, guiding you in the unfamiliar building, but you knew how nosy people could be sometimes. They loved a good headline for their gossip sessions, and the last thing you wanted was your name on the front page. Fortunately for you, the two of you came to a quick stop as you joined a group of his teammates and their partners. 

Brock was the first to notice you, cheerfully greeting you before he pulls you into a friendly hug, which was shortly followed by one from his girlfriend. The others were simple with their hello’s, sticking to small waves and verbal greetings, and you happily returned them all. 

“Bella,” Quinn mumbled under his breath, slightly jerking his head towards you. 

“Oh, right,” Her face lights up with recognition, “I asked Quinn to bring you over here because I,” Her gaze briefly flickers towards Quinn, “Wanted to know if you’d be interested in going out with us afterwards? We’re just going to go to a bar for some drinks. Probably the one we met you at, actually!” 

“I’d love to,” You rush out embarrassingly fast, your face slightly heating up before you collect yourself, “I’ll have to tell my family though. I rode here with my parents and brothers.” 

You felt like a child as you told them that you had to practically ask for permission, but, judging by the looks on everyone’s faces, they already knew that. None of them were giving you any sort of weird looks, or looks of judges. In fact, they had all let their eyes fall on Quinn as he stood behind you with his hands shoved in his pockets and a bashful look on his face. It was then that the cliche lightbulb went off in your head. 

He knew that you would need a good enough cover story to leave without your family. It was something you’d mentioned over text the day before, and he was giving you just that. 

“That’s okay,” Bella continues, “We won’t be leaving until the events well over so there’s plenty of time. We just wanted to give you a heads up.” 

After that, you fell into a casual conversation with the group of them, even after Quinn and the guys had to wander off for teamly duties. The girls were nice, asking you about work and how you had been liking Vancouver so far, and they answered any questions you asked them without complaint. You stayed with them for a while, letting yourself enjoy their company before Bella reminded you that you still had to clue your family in on your plans for the night and time was about to run out.

You slipped back into the dwindling crowd, stepping around chair and circles of people as you searched for your Mom or Dad. It didn’t take you long to find them near the stage, both of them engaged in what seemed like a pleasant conversation with an older couple you vaguely remember meeting earlier in the evening. Once you finally reached them, you stood off to the side and patiently waited until they were finished up, and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at how childish it all felt. 

“Hi honey,” Your mom was the first to call out to you, her arm looped with your dads as she tugs him to face you, “Everything okay? We’re about to head out soon.”

“I was actually coming to tell you guys that I’m going to go home with Bella, Brock’s girlfriend,” You nervously admitted, picking up on the subtle flash of suspicion on your moms face, “They invited me out for drinks.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Your dad sighs as he anxiously glances at your mom, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Who knows who’ll be there and—”

“I know Dad, but you know I don’t have many friends here. I swear I’ll keep my ‘coaches daughter’ appearance up the whole time.”

A brief pause hangs in the air, and you know your mom can see right through the charade you were playing, but she keeps it to herself. In fact, she quietly encourages your dad to agree and let you have the night with friends.

“Okay, okay,” He finally shakes his head, small smile tugging at his lips, “I trust you. Have fun, okay? And be safe. Call me if you need a ride no matter what time it is. I’ll keep my ringer on.” 

“I will,” You practically squeal, lunging forward to pull them both into a hug, “I promise! I love you guys!” 

You reconnected with the girls as they hovered near the bar that held everyone’s jackets and purses, telling them that everything was good on your end. They all let out excited cheers before diving into what was the overly complicated driving situation. You could barely follow along, but what you were able to gather was several people carpooled and now there weren’t enough seats, which didn’t make any sense to you. 

“Wait,” You politely interrupt, “You said Elias and Conor rode here with Quinn, so why can’t they do that now?”

“Captain’s orders,” Bella drops her left eye into a wink, making your entire face warm and your chest warm. 

You don’t have much time to think about her insinuation before the guys are crowding around you all over again. The already loud conversation seemingly increased times ten as everyone tried to talk over one another, but eventually they were able to come to enough of an agreement for everyone to finally filter out to the parking garage. You noticed that Brock and Bella made sure to stay close to Quinn, which in turn, meant you could stay close to him without worrying about your parents wandering eyes.

“You ridin’ with me,” Quinn asks as you step into the brisk Canadian air. 

“I think that is the plan,” You confirm, glancing at him with a teasing glint shining in your eyes, “Apparently it’s just us, though. Something about ‘captain's orders’ I heard.” 

“Oh, did you,” He raises his eyebrows, a mischievous smile toying at his lips, “Guess we have to follow them, don’t we?”

You follow Quinn to his car, settling into the familiar leather seat as he adjusts the temperature and hands you his phone so you can pick the music. You're scrolling through Apple Music when he starts backing out, but it doesn’t take you long to queue up a bunch of songs you know you’ll both like. After so many car rides and impromptu karaoke sessions, you’d grown used to his music taste. You put his phone in the cup holder, softly singing along to the song as you fall into the comfortable silence that fills the car. 

“You okay if we swing by my apartment first,” Quinn asks after a few minutes, glancing away from the road to look at you for a second, “I want to change before we head there and I think I still have some of your clothes at my house from when your washer broke.”

“Oh, that’d be great actually. I need to get out of this dress,” You dramatically groan, pushing your head into the headrest, “It’s a little uncomfortable, but my mom insisted that I wear it. She said it was ‘sophisticated’ or whatever.”

“Well, you look good,” Quinn rushes out, clearing his throat as he puts extra effort into looking at the road in front of him. 

Your gaze flickers over to him, fixating on his face and taking quick notice to his cheeks that were tinged pink, but you can’t tell if it’s from how warm his car was or the comment that still hung in the air.

“Thank you, Quinn,” You sheepishly smile, letting your eyes fall to his hands as one grips the steering wheel and the other rests on his thigh, “You look good, too.”

It doesn’t take long for Quinn to get to his apartment, pulling into his usual parking spot before he’s quickly jumping out of his seat and speed walking around his car. You knew what he was doing, and you always pretended to be busy gathering your stuff until he was there to open the door. A fact you’re certain he knew, but neither of you ever brought it up to one another. If you mentioned it, it would only lead to a conversation that neither you nor him were quite ready to have with each other.

“My place is a little messy,” He bashfully admits as he sticks his key into the door, “Haven’t had much time to clean lately.”

You wave him off with a small shake of the head, stepping around him when he pushes the door open to let you inside. Your eyes graze over his apartment, your brows arching as you take in what his idea of messy was. He had a few stray hoodies thrown about, some dishes lingering on the kitchen counter, and maybe two take out containers on his dining table. He’d hate to see the state your apartment was currently in if he thought this was bad.

“Your clothes are in the guest room, so you can change in there and then we’ll head out,” He clears his throat, tossing his keys on the small table before he turns to you. 

You were shrugging your coat off, carefully laying it over the back of his kitchen stool since he had yet to get an actual rack to hang anything on. He couldn’t stop himself from letting his eyes drag the length of your body as if he hadn’t spent the entire evening doing that already. His fingers twitched at his side, the urge to commit the feeling of you to memory growing the longer he let himself stare.

“Sounds good,” You hum, pivoting on you heels to catch Quinn already looking at you. Even though he was quick to look away, it was too late. He’d been made. 

Quinn mumbles something incoherent before he darts down the hallway to his room, leaving you almost as flustered as he was in the middle of his living room. You’d spent time alone with him before, several times, but you’d never caught him blatantly checking you out before, and it made your stomach twist itself into undoble knots. It took you a few moments to gather yourself enough and will your feet to move down the hall and into the guest room.

With the door shut behind you, you scan the room until you find that the clothes you had left were neatly folded on the small dresser across from the bed. You hadn’t realized that you left so much at Quinn’s, but you were grateful for that now, wanting to shed yourself of the dress that was digging into your skin the longer you wore it. As you picked through a few of the shirts, you froze when your fingers brush against the fabric of a hoodie you knew didn’t belong to you. 

You recognized the logo on it immediately, having seen it during the many times you had stolen the hoodie it decorated when you’d conveniently forgotten to bring your own every time the two of you hung out. You’re not sure how it got mixed up with your laundry, but if Quinn had taken the time to fold all of your things, he had to have left it in there on purpose. He had to have knowingly left his hoodie, a hoodie he told you a hundred times he loved, in a pile of your clothes, but why?

Deciding not to spend too much time dwelling on a piece of clothing, you let it fall on the dresser and stepped out of your heels. You glanced between your shoes and the pants you had left here, suddenly regretting your choice to forego the flats you were contemplating with earlier, but you accepted the fact you were going to have to make it work. After all, it was either that or stick with the dress, and that was the last thing you were going to do. 

You had shed the fleece leggings, tossing them on the floor somewhere before you were grasping at the zipper of your dress trying to free yourself from it, but it seemed to be stuck. No matter how hard you tugged or what position you stood in, it just wasn’t budging. You tried pulling the sleeves over your shoulders to pull it down, but the fabric wasn’t flexible enough and kept you trapped in its stupid confinement. Letting out a defeated groan, you stared at the door knowing that your only hope at freedom was right down the hall.

“Hey, Quinn,” You called out, sticking your head through the break in the door, “Can you come help me really quick?”

“Uh, yeah,” You hear him shout in response, “Be there in a sec.”

You leave the door cracked open enough that he would know to come right in and awkwardly stood near the end of the bed with your hands clasped in front of you as you rocked on your feet. There was a small bout of nervousness forming in your chest at the idea that Quinn was quite literally about to help you undress, but you tried to snuff it out by reminding yourself that it was just a friendly thing. A friend helping out another friend. Just two friends who are friendly. 

“What’s up,” He says as soon as he steps through the doorway, his eyes darting up to your hair that you’d messed up during your zipper induced frustration, “Everything okay?”

The second you saw Quinn, you felt everything around you come to a screeching halt. He had gotten rid of his suit jacket, but he was still wearing the white button up that was underneath. Only now, the first few buttons were undone and the sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, and it made you completely lose the ability to function properly until you heard him call out your name again. 

“Sorry,” You sheepishly murmur as you shake your head, “Sorry. I just, uh, I need some help with the zipper on my dress. I think it’s stuck and I can’t get it.”

“Oh,” Quinn breathes out, visibly swallowing before he nods, “Yeah, okay. I can do that. No problem. Easy money.” 

He mumbles a few more things under his breath as he walks towards you, but they were too low for you to understand. You nervously turn around so that your back was towards him, your heart pounding in your chest and your ears ringing as you waited with baited breath. You can hear the unevenness of Quinn’s breathing behind you, the sound telling you that he was just as nervous about this as you were. Though you didn’t let yourself believe it was for the same reasons, no matter how badly you wanted it to be. 

“I’m gonna—,” Quinn stutters, his fingers ghosting over the exposed skin of your upper back, “I’m going to try and do it now.”

All you managed in response was a small, curt nod, not trusting yourself to speak when he was so close to you. You can feel the pressure from his hand, but you can tell that he’s being careful to not actually touch you. To not let his fingers brush against your soft skin the way that you desperately wanted him to. Your body reacted before your mind could, your feet shuffling back so you were closer to him and he had less room to pull away, but he didn’t move. 

He stayed in the same spot, this time letting his knuckles graze your spine as he effortlessly tugged the zipper down until it came to a stop just above the curve of your ass. A trail of goosebumps chased his fingers, leaving the skin behind them on fire and your body shuddering when he slowly pulls away. Every nerve in your body was burning with months worth of desire to feel more, to feel him on every inch of your body in ways that a friend shouldn’t. It was making your sense of reasoning cloudy, but maybe that was exactly what you needed. 

“Quinn,” You whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as you hesitantly turn to face him, “Can I ask you something?”

When you find the courage to meet his gaze, it felt like time was beginning to crawl, teasing and testing you to the point of breaking. It felt like the world was putting everything on pause for you until you decided what you wanted. To decide if you were willing to risk what felt like everything on the off chance that the guy in front of you was willing to do the same. 

“You can ask me anything,” He softly affirms, looking at you with a gaze so intense it makes your knees grow weak. 

“What would you say if I told you I wanted you to kiss me,” You shakily mutter as you feel the gap between the two of you closing. You’re not entirely sure who was initiating it, maybe it was both of you, but it didn’t matter. 

“I’d say that we shouldn’t,” He declares, his eyes dropping to your lips, “That your dad is my coach and I don’t know if we should take a risk that big.”

His face was barely two inches away from you now, and you can feel his breath fanning your face as anticipation builds in the lower part of your stomach. You barely register the way he was cradling your jaw in your palm until his thumb was brushing over your lips, sending a shiver down your spine and one of your sleeves slipping off your shoulder. 

“Do you want to know what I would say to that,” You subtly challenge, looking up at him through your lashes, “I’d say that sometimes the risk is worth the reward.” 

The words had barely gotten out of your mouth before Quinn was slamming his lips on yours in a kiss so blinding that you had to grab a hold of his shoulder to keep yourself steady. His mouth was moving against yours so desperately, so fervent and yearning for more as his hand slid to cup the back of your head and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Heat coursed throughout your entire body as you clung to Quinn, as you use his body to keep yourself from toppling over from how hard he was kissing you. 

His other hand finds purchase on your hip as he carefully guides your body backwards until you can feel the mattress on the backs of your thighs. You let your body fall against it, Quinn following closely behind until he’s hovering over you and your hands are tangled in his hair. You’re tugging at the roots, coy smirk tugging at your lips when he groans against your mouth, and one of your legs is hooked behind him to pull him even closer to you. 

You can feel his bulge pressed on the inner part of your thigh as he grinds against you, applying pressure to the one spot you needed him the most. A soft moan slips through your lips with each passing movement he makes, and Quinn nearly comes undone from the sound alone.  The idea of still trying to meet up with his friends had already been fleeting the second he walked into the room, but now it wasn’t even an afterthought. All he could think about was you. The way you looked, the way you felt, the way you sounded. Quinn was willing to give up anything and everything as long as he got to have that. As long as he got to have you.

me and open, vague endings are besties if you couldn't tell ;)

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‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚ 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

cw: nsfw and sfw themes ahead. mentions of a strap, sex, bondage, public sex, pussy eating, etc.

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𝐬𝐟𝐰:

✶ she developed her webs in joel's garage. he damn near had a heart attack when he caught her stuck to the ceiling of her room after her taking a "sick day" from school. very early stages of her spider-woman era, but joel still teases her about it. he tells you the story once ellie lets him know that you know.

✶ she has a bad habit of not pulling her punches. she can't quite help it — joel didn't raise her to play nice with others like that. especially others who like to prey on innocent people.

✶ she doesn't like calling herself a super-hero. she's not one, really. she'd say she's a vigilante more than anything else. she's very adamant about it. its endearing.

✶ she absolutely loves giving the cops a hard time and she takes credit for every bad guy that gets caught. she's known for making them go on wild goose chases and exhausting their "resources" too. she makes them work for the arrest. if she's busting her ass every night, they should be too. joel (captain miller...) is not very fond of it.

✶ speaking of captain joel, thats the only reason she really helps the cops. otherwise, she wouldn't be handing them these arrests. there's certain things the cops can't do that a vigilante can. and if captain joel turns a blind eye, so will everyone else.

✶ because she's got a healing factor, she smokes. she smokes more around the holidays. she’ll go through a pack a week if she doesn’t reel herself in. she usually doesn’t, honestly, but such is life.

✶ she loves seeing little kids dressed as her. she does her best to interact with them when she's making rounds.

✶ villains don't really like fighting her because she doesn't dodge. she'll take the hits because she just doesn't care. its a sight to see, really — this chick with her suit ripped up, hands relaxed at her sides, staring straight at whoever just threw the punch. make sure to clear the area if she starts laughing.

✶ she has perfectly curated playlists for her swinging sessions. only join her if you're prepared to invest in good headphones so she can share her playlist.

✶ she takes you around the city if you don't want to take the train, bus or a taxi. its just easier, honestly.

✶ super dork. loves comic books and she was ecstatic to design her first suit. she keeps it in the back of her closet to look at every now and then.

✶ she's a photographer for the local paper. guess who always gets the best angles of spider-woman?

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰:

✶ she uses her webs for things she probably shouldn't. she likes tying you up and using you to her hearts content. she'll web your mouth shut if you don't quiet down.

✶ she's insanely strong so if she's out of webs, she'll just hold you down herself. she's got a bad habit of doing it anyway.

✶ she's also very flexible. it comes in handy when you want to have your way with her, too — knees pushed to her shoulders, your tongue lapping up every drop of slick that drips out of her cunt.

✶ she loves fucking you with the mask on. you don't admit to having fantasized about it, but she clocks you as soon as you guide her hands to your ass one night after she came back from patrol.

✶ she'll take you to the highest skyscraper just to fuck you over the edge. it takes a few times to get used to the swoop! in your stomach when she takes you up there the first few times, but now its just a part of the foreplay.

✶ she'll snatch you up when you least expect it and then eat you out in an alleyway if she's missing you that bad. she just can't help it.

✶ she really likes roleplaying, specifically when you pretend to be in trouble and she comes around to rescue you. how else do you expect to repay her if not by riding her strap?

✶ she's very possessive when she's a civilian with you. and she hates that she can't be loud and proud about it when she has the mask on. at the end of the day, though, its her tongue in your cunt as you whimper her name. such is life when your girlfriend is spider-woman.

✶ she's the worst at flirting but can't help dirty talk in bed. it just falls off the tongue.

[sereinegemini]

Bubble Bath || T.N.

Pairing: Bestfriend!Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: F/n uses the Prefect’s bathroom for some much needed stress relief.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI smut (dom!theo, sub!reader, masturbating, fingering, dirty talk, pet name, cursing, slight degradation, teasing, unprotected sex, slight perversion)

“Oh, Theo..” You moaned, sinking deeper into the warm, bubbly water.

After hearing your endless whining about how you needed a good bath to relax your tense shoulders and how the school showers just didn’t do the job, Theo—your longtime best friend and partner in crime—offered you the password to the Prefect’s bathroom. How he’d gotten the password to begin with was beyond you. The day Theodore Nott became a Prefect would be the day all of Hell froze over.

Speaking of afterlife destinations, you must have died on the way here because there was no way this bath wasn’t Heaven itself. It took up over half the room, and several luxurious soaps flowed from the faucets. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this relaxed. Most of the furniture in the castle was old and stiff and the dormitory beds weren’t the worst, but they definitely weren’t the most comfortable mattresses in existence. The only relaxing time in your bed was when you knew your roommates would be gone for a while and you could release all your stress by masturbating, and you hadn’t even been able to do that for a good while now.

You supposed it wouldn’t hurt to have a go at it now, seeing as there was no one around and this was meant to be a de-stressing. Biting your lip, you pinched your right nipple between your fingers, rolling them slightly. Pleasure shot through your core, and you felt yourself getting soaked despite the water encircling you.

Throwing your head back against the tiles and closing your eyes, you trailed your hand down between your legs. This was dirty. You shouldn’t be touching yourself in a shared bath, but you supposed it was also dirty that every time you pleased yourself you thought about Theo. And really, both of those things being so wrong made them so much hotter.

Pumping two fingers in and out of yourself a few times, you arched against the bath’s wall. The bite of the cold tiles only added to your pleasure and you allowed yourself to let out a moan. Still squeezing and groping your breast, you moved on to circling your clit, which only served to hinder your self-control. “Theo, please..” you moaned, imagining his tongue on your heat instead of your own fingers. Mewling and writhing on the bath’s bench, your legs began shaking from your impending orgasm. It grew stronger and heavier deep in your stomach…you were almost there—

“I came for a show, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this, L/n,” growled a voice from behind you.

Startled, your head shot around to meet eyes with your intruder. “Theo, what are you-” There was absolutely no way you could miss the bulge in his trousers, and you had to swallow roughly before returning your gaze to his eyes. Realizing you were still groping yourself, you lifted your other hand to cover your breasts from his view and sunk a little deeper into the water.

Theo hadn’t missed your attention and a smug smirk was already plastered to his mouth. “You know, I came here because I couldn’t get the thought of you naked in this giant bath alone out of my head.” He was pulling at his tie, and all you could do was tell yourself to keep breathing. “It sounded so perverse; the thought of being in the bath with you, L/n. But I couldn’t help myself. And besides.. I expected you to be covered in bubbles and scolding me to get out. Imagine my surprise when I found my best friend touching herself and moaning my name.” His shirt was off now—discarded on the floor—and you somehow grew even wetter at the sight of his v, trailing deliciously beneath the waist of his trousers.

“Fuck, Theo..” you moaned without even thinking. You wanted him. You’d never allowed yourself to think of him in this way; other than in your perverted fantasies, of course. He was your closest friend, and you never would’ve wanted to jeopardized your friendship. But now he was in front of you, half naked and throbbing to be with you and you knew there was no going back. And you didn’t want to go back. You wanted him, and he better hurry the bloody hell up with it.

You must have said as much, because the boy let out a low chuckle. Unbuttoning his trousers, he stepped out of them and his briefs in one smooth motion, leaving his member on proud display before you. The breath rushed from your lungs. Godric save you, he was massive and oh so ready for you. When he prowled towards you and the bath you were reminded of a predator stalking its prey. And what a willing little bunny you were.

He slid into the water beside you, not hesitating to lift you into his lap. His cock grazed your folds and you swore the room spun around you. This couldn’t be real. You had to be dreaming…perhaps you’d been so relaxed after your orgasm you’d passed out for a bit. Yes, that had to be it. There was no way Theo—your Theo—was beneath you, willing and ready to make you his.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined kissing this pretty little mouth, L/n,” he growled, running a thumb across your lips before gripping your throat and tilting your head back. “Putting my cock down your throat, in your tight little pussy. Feeling your ass against me with every thrust.” Grabbing your ass, he ground you against his hard member. You gasped, your brain swimming with pleasure and leaving you speechless. “Do you want that, doll? Do you want me to fill you up and fuck you ‘til you can’t stand?”

Doll. The pet name made you groan and grip onto his forearm. “Yes. I’m yours Theo,” you whispered erotically, “Use me, please.”

“I had no idea you possessed such manners, L/n.” Theo grinned and pulled your lips to his. “Though, I had no idea you were such a slut for me either.”

Not being able to wait any longer, you lurched forward and kissed him. He removed his hand from your throat and pulled you closer with his hands on your back. The kiss became sweeter as the taste of lemon tea drifted from his tongue to yours. As he roved his mouth over yours and became drunk on the taste of you, he slid a hand between your legs and slipped two fingers inside you. Gasping, you opened your eyes to find his overflowing with desire. “Fuck, L/n, if I’d known you were so goddamn sexy I would’ve done this sooner.”

“An oversight on your part,” you retorted breathlessly, trying a shot at your normal banter.

He chuckled and you swore that all on its own would be your undoing. He must have sensed how close you were getting to release again, because he pulled his fingers away, leaving you feeling empty once more. That is, until he lined himself up at your entrance. You’d forgotten how big he was until that moment, and you held your breath until he pushed his way into you, filling you fuller than you’d ever been. “Fuck, Theo-” you breathed, digging your nails into his shoulders to ground yourself. It’s all you could do to keep your eyes from rolling back with pleasure.

“F/n- Holy Fuck, you’re so tight..” he moaned, fingers digging into your waist to move you farther down his cock until you were seated to the hilt. His use of your first name had your walls squeezing around him. That’s when his control seemed to snap, and he gripped your throat again, squeezing slightly in the most delicious way. With his other hand he helped you lift up his length and slam back down. The head of his cock rubbed your g-spot better than your fingers ever had, and the noise you let out echoed through the empty bathroom. His savage movements continued over and over until you were both gasping for breath and your legs were shaking uncontrollably. 

Suddenly, he pulled you fully off his cock and positioned you over the wall of the tub, your fingers digging into the floor tiles. Grinding his hips into your ass, he leaned over and whispered in your ear: “You’re mine L/n. Got that? You’re mine and I’m going to use you until I’m satisfied.”

“I’m yours,” you repeated obediently. You swore you could feel him smirking against your ear, then he guided his member between your legs again and inserted himself with one thrust. “I’m yours, Theo. I’m all yours,” you gasped again, releasing all over his cock. He let out a shuttering breath and filled you with his cum shortly after, his onslaught to your pussy never faltering.

This had to be the dirtiest bath you’d ever taken, and it was so deliciously sinful.

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Author’s Note: i literally wrote this in one sitting 🙈 guess i missed writing smut lol

[cxrdycxps]

Knowing Me Like You Do • Abby Anderson

☢️ pwp • sex as a distraction • slight pussy slapping • biting • love bites • what could be described as a panic attack in the beginning • shower sex • kind of public surroundings but no one is there ☢️

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Your head pressed against the cool ceramic tile and you used it to ground your racing heart. Your patrol had been a close one today and your heart still hadn’t gotten the message that the danger was gone. Two of the other decontamination showers were also running and you thanked whatever deity that listened for Manny and Nora for having your back today.

You inhaled deeply and let your exhale out between puckered lips, trying to regain control of your emotions. The left over adrenaline was lighting up your nervous system and it was making you jittery, your body shaking even under the warm water.

You have yourself a perfunctory scrub with the anti-fungal soap and listened as one shower turned off and then the other. Manny called his goodbyes first and Nora followed a minute later reminding you to eat before you slept to combat the adrenaline crash.

You weren’t sure if you had answered her. You weren’t sure if you were contained within your skin or if you had burst open like the flesh of the bloater you had encountered earlier.

“Baby?” You jumped when the soft voice spoke, had gentle hand reaching out to your hip. “You gotta be clean by now.”

“Abby.” You sighed, relaxing back into her arms. She pulled you against her, skin on skin. She had stripped down to join you. Your nerve endings were alight but the familiar touch was a soothing balm to them. “You’re here.”

“I met Nora in the canteen. I didn’t realize you guys were back tonight.” She was rocking you slowly, one hand stroking back and forth across your stomach. “She said it was a rough one?”

“Abby, make me forget.” You whispered, your head falling back on her shoulder, turning to press your lips to her neck. “Please.”

“Mm for now I will. But we’re talking later.” She whispered against your skin, twisting her neck to kiss you. You let your eyes close and forced yourself to only feel her.

Every place where your skin pressed together felt like heaven to you. Your heart stopped racing, your breathing came easier. A heavy fog settled over your thoughts that narrowed everything down to her.

She kissed you gently, letting it build when you opened your mouth to the press of her tongue. She let one hand wrap around your waist while the other travelled over you skin, her fingers dragging against you, slippy from the water of the shower.

Her finger ghosted up your arm, across your collarbone and back down your sternum. When you whined against her lips she only shushed you with a breath before kissing you again. Her fingers tracing the bottom of your ribs.

With the same gentle touch she traced back up to your chest and down to brush barely there touches against your nipples, trading back and forth so that you didn’t know where she’d touch you next. “That’s it, there’s my Baby.”

When you melted against her she let her touch turn rougher, pinching and pulling now instead of just tracing. You whined against her mouth and she nipped at you bottom lip sharply. “Take what you’re given.”

The hand around your waist took in the ghosting touch, tracing the crease of your groin and then trailing through the coarse curls to the other side. You writhed against her and she groaned, abandoning her touch to grip your hip tightly and grind herself against your ass. “You behave or I’ll get myself off, dry you off and bring you back to the room horny.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You challenged, grabbing her hand and bringing it away from your chest and sliding it down your stomach. She didn’t resist when you traced one of her fingers through your folds. “Get me off.”

Abby chuckled against the skin of your neck, teeth nipping lightly. You knew she wouldn’t deny you, she hadn’t got it in her. She believed in instant gratification. She got her kicks from getting you to cum. Teasing didn’t appeal to her and you knew her well enough to know that her threats were empty.

You gasped when her middle finger rubbed tight circles against your clit. She always knew what you needed. Sometimes she knew the only thing that would get you off would be her tongue, loose and sloppy. Some days you needed her strap with a longing so hard it physically hurt.

But sometimes the desperation was so sharp that anything more than her finger on your clit would ruin it all, knock you out of your head. You wound one arm up to wrap around her head, fisting her hair tightly. “Right fucking there.”

She laughed against your neck again, her index finger joining her middle finger. She stopped with the circles and just rubbed left to right and back again with enough pressure that your body jerked against her. “When we go back to the room you’re sitting on my face. I swear, Abby.”

“When we get back to the room you’ll pass out. When you wake I’ll sit on your face.” She promised, sucking on the skin of your neck and you knew you’d get shit for it tomorrow but right now it felt so good you just let it happen. “You’re so tense, let it go.”

Your jaw clenched and you ground your teeth but shook your head. You weren’t there yet, it wasn’t quite right. Something was missing. “Not yet.”

Abby laughed against the junction of your neck and shoulder, the pressure of her fingers increasing. You were writhing against her, right one the edge when her fingers withdrew for a second, her hand slapping down against your clit at the same second she bit into your flesh.

You were glad the showers had emptied when you screamed and a second slap followed before her two fingers were back to the swiping pressure. “Fucking cum. Now.”

You did as told, moaning loudly and collapsing back against her. Your body shook with the force for your orgasm and you gasped for breath. “Fucking love you.”

“I know you do. I love you too, baby. Now let’s get you dry and fed so you can sleep.”

[waayoutofline]

4 times you surprised Abby + Bonus

Pairing: Abby Anderson x F!Reader

Prompts: Fluff with a sprinkle of hurt/comfort, past toxic relationships, Cook! Reader, vulnerable Abby.

Summary: Four times you surprise Abby in your relationship.

WC: 2,8K

Warnings: None.

Abby hasn’t had a long dating history, which isn’t surprising in a world as broken as theirs. Survival didn’t leave much room for things like love. She’s had her flings, moments of stolen intimacy, but they never lasted. People came and went, and she’d learned to accept it. Relationships, if they even could be called that, weren’t always kind or healthy—but they were what they were. What she was used to.

So when you and Abby finally started dating—after months of stolen glances, shy smiles, and a tension that buzzed between you like an incoming storm—she couldn’t help but be surprised. What was it about you that made her hope for something more?

1. Talking About Her to Your Friends

Abby didn’t mean to eavesdrop, really. She was on her way to the gym when she remembered she’d left her bag in your room. She knew you were with your friends, so she decided to sneak in quietly.

But as she approached the door, she heard her name.

“So, how’s life with your lover girl?” one of your friends teased, and Abby froze.

Her pulse quickened, a mixture of curiosity and anxiety rooting her in place. She shouldn’t listen, but she couldn’t stop herself. She braced for your answer, her heart sinking as she prepared to hear the usual: She’s strong. She’s built. She’s hot. A bit stubborn. Overwhelming at times.

And sure, she was those things. Her body was a testament to her survival, her strength, and her discipline . She worked for it and was proud of it. But deep down, she longed to be seen as more than that. And her character was strong and she has been told about how troublesome it could be alongside her dry humor and sarcasm.

“Well…” Your voice was hesitant, shy. She could almost picture the way your cheeks would flush. “Gosh, she’s amazing. She’s so intelligent and kind—she talks about literature in a way that astonishes me every time.”

Abby’s breath caught in her throat.

“She’s gentle, in this really soft way. You should see her with dogs. It makes me want to get her one.”

Her chest tightened, warmth blooming in a place she hadn’t let anyone touch in years.

“Don’t forget attractive,” one of your friends chimed in, grinning.

You laughed, your voice flustered. “Well, of course. She’s gorgeous.”

“Look at you, all smitten,” someone teased, and your laugh grew quieter, softer, as if you didn’t mind being called out.

Abby’s heart was pounding now, but it wasn’t from nerves. She felt her legs move before she realized it, retreating back down the hall with her bag in hand, her cheeks hot, her lips curling into a smile she couldn’t fight.

Manny didn’t let her hear the end of it when he caught her grinning like a lovestruck fool all day.

2. Meeting the Family

Holiday time was around the corner. Usually, it didnt really mean much for everyone, but for the sake of trying to live in this forsaken world, some did their best to try and regain some normalcy.

Even Isaac, workaholic and not really an empathetic, allowed some of the recruits and workers to go out of their shifts earlier to spend some time with their remaining families.

It could be great. If you actually had one.

Abby usually just stayed at the gym, pushing herself. The burn of her muscles being preferable at the though of how alone she really was.

But she really wasnt anymore. No, you were with her now.

One night, out of nowhere, you asked her to have dinner with you and your mom. Abby blinked, caught off guard.

“What?” she asked, towel in hand as she dried her hair.

“My mom and I usually do something this time of year. I think she’s tired of me rambling about you and wants to officially meet you,” you said, your tone light and teasing, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

But it was a big deal. No one had ever invited her to meet their family before. No one had ever seen her as someone worth bringing home. Too conscious of her own lack of family.

“No pressure,” you added quickly, though your eyes softened in that way that made her heart ache. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay. But I think she’d really like you.”

“I… I’d like that too,” Abby said at last, her voice almost too quiet to hear. “What should I bring?”

You smiled, stepping closer and gently tugging the towel from her hands to help dry her hair. “Just you, beautiful.”

Abby let out a shaky laugh at your cheeky grin, rolling her eyes to hide the way her cheeks blushed. “Flatterer.”

Dinner was warm in a way Abby hadn’t experienced in years. Your mom fussed over her like she’d known Abby forever, asking about her favorite foods and piling extra servings onto her plate.

It was strange and wonderful—this sense of care. Abby couldn’t remember the last time someone had made her feel this… domestic. Cared for. Hers died at a young age after all, she didn’t remember any kind of motherly care.

And when your mom pulled out the box of polaroids, Abby couldn’t stop laughing. Even as you protested in the background, trying to snatch the photos away, she soaked in every story your mom told—every glimpse of you as a child, every memory that shaped the person she was falling for more deeply than she thought possible.

3) The little things

Abby has always been independent. She prided herself on it—her ability to handle things, resolve problems, and shoulder her burdens without leaning on anyone. It wasn’t always easy, and yes, sometimes it felt lonely. But that loneliness was a price she was willing to pay. Dependence, to her, was a weakness, and she had no room for that.

But then you came along. And somehow, without even trying, you chipped away at her walls.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t about grand gestures, no flashy declarations. It was the little things—the quiet moments and unnoticed details—that left her feeling undone.

Like the time you took her gym towels, washed them, and neatly packed them back into her bag. She’d blinked in surprise, holding them in her hands, wondering how you’d known she’d forgotten. You hadn’t even mentioned it, just smiled when she realized.

Or the way, after a grueling patrol, she’d find a sticky note on her makeshift fridge. Your familiar handwriting scrawled something simple—a heart, her name, a quiet reminder to eat. Beside it, there was always a container of her favorite dish. She’d sit there and eat it, alone but feeling more cared for than she ever had before.

Then there were her hair ties. She’d spent half a morning cursing under her breath, looking for the ones that always seemed to vanish. When you finally spoke up, you’d said, “I put them in the little box on your nightstand so you don’t keep loosing them.”

And at times, when she didn’t really have it in her to face the morning, you gently encouraged her to push forward. You’d quietly ask if you could braid her hair. Abby usually was adamant to let anyone touch it, but there was something about the way your delicate hands moved through her hair that left her in a trance.

Your fingers worked carefully, threading through her scalp with a tenderness that eased the weight she carried. She found herself humming softly as you worked, the tension in her shoulders melting away with each gentle stroke.

It was so small, so simple, but she’d stared at you for a moment, the words catching in her throat.

It amazed her how you always seemed to notice the things she needed before she did. You didn’t make a show of it, didn’t ask for thanks or praise. Taking care of her came as naturally to you as breathing.

Afterward, life seems all that brighter. Easier to breath, knowing that she could count on you.

4) Getting her vulnerability

The anniversary of her dad’s death was closing in like a shadow. Abby felt it in the air, in her nightmares, in the way her body refused to let her rest.

Night after night, she woke up shaking, clutching at her chest, and every time, you were there—soft whispers, steady hands, holding her like she wasn’t coming apart at the seams.

But she hated herself for it. Hated waking you, hated seeing the concern in your eyes, hated the thought of you realizing just how much of a mess she really was. People had left for less.

And maybe you would, too.

Many people, both lovers and friends, had been uncomfortable with the ghosts of her past—her dad, her losses, the weight she carried. They either tiptoed around it or distanced themselves when it became too much. She didn’t exactly blame them.

But you faced it with her. You didn’t try to fix her or tell her to “move on.” You just stayed, listened, and made her feel like she wasn’t broken.

You stood by her, with no pressure, no expectation, no need to “make her better.”

“You don’t always have to be the strong one,” you told her one night, after she tried so hard to stop her body from shaking after one particularly harsh dream.

It was something no one had ever said to her before, and it stuck with her. It gave her the strength to turn around and look at you while tears started down her cheeks, the darkness not managing to conceal them entirely. But it was alright.

You were there.

“Was it about your dad?” you whispered, not pushing but encouraging. Silence filled the space the question left.

“No.” She finally answered, her voice unsteady in a way that she loathed. “We…we were on a patrol, and when I came back everything was destroyed. Burned to the ground. And you were….” Her words stuck, her lower lip trembling ever so slightly. “You were gone. You were…g-god, you were—“

Almost immediately, you hugged her, cradling her head to your chest. You were soft and warm, the steady beating of your heart thumping under her ear. It was almost scary, how comfortable it was.

“I’m right here,” you murmured softly, your hand gently running through her hair. “Hear my heart. Focus on my breaths. We’re together, Abby. We’re okay.”

The words settled over her like a balm, though the ache in her chest didn’t fully ease. The images from her nightmare still lingered—haunting, visceral, unshakable. But your presence, your warmth, gave her something solid to cling to. A light in the darkness.

“I hate it,” she finally whispered, voice raw. “I hate that I can’t protect everyone. That everyone seems to just…go eventually. And that I can’t do anything about it.”

You pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, your eyes soft as you wiped away her tears. Your touch was gentle, your expression firm but kind.

“Abby, you don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders.”

She shook her head, her brow furrowing in frustration. “But what if I lose you? What if I can’t stop it?”

“You won’t lose me,” you said firmly, your hands cupping her face. “And even if the worst happens, it’s not because you failed. It’s because the world is cruel sometimes. But no matter what, I need you to know that you’re not alone in this.”

Her lips quivered, another tear slipping down her cheek, but she didn’t look away. For once, she let herself be seen—completely, raw and exposed.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, Abs.” You patiently reminded. “It’s okay to let someone else carry the weight sometimes.”

You continued, your voice steady. “You have me.”

Abby let out a shuddering breath, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to truly let go. She melted into your embrace, burying her face in your neck as the last of her resistance crumbled.

You stayed like that, holding her through the quiet sobs, through the silence that followed. When she finally spoke again, her voice was soft, almost a whisper.

“Thank you,” she said. “For staying.”

You pressed a kiss to her temple, your hand still running soothingly through her hair. “Always,” you replied. “I’ll always stay, Abby.”

BONUS

+) Not minding her overprotective nature

Everyone knows Abby is a deeply loyal person. She wants her loved ones to be safe more than anything, and she is willing to do anything for them. That usually manifested as her being slightly overprotective at times.

With you, it happened more often than not. She would step in at the slightest sign of you having any issue. Usually, she did it through small gestures that were partly unconscious to her. Like knowing your schedule by heart and accompanying you to your room late at night with a secure hand on your lower back. Happily listening to your rambling while still keeping an eye out.

Watching over you in every room came naturally to her.

She was particularly tense when you, as the executive chef, asked for permission to assist in a supply run and gather some materials. Abby always insisted that you only go when she was available. She didn’t trust anyone else to keep you safe like she did.

The most dramatic displays of her protectiveness came when you were confronted by recruits making greedy demands.

“Back off,” she practically growled, appearing behind you like a shadow. The person usually stammered, probably not conscious of who your girlfriend was until her imposing frame stood threateningly in front of them.

Afterward, she turned to you, all the aggression melting away as she gave you soft eyes. “You good?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I’m good.”

And you meant it—being with Abby made you feel safe in a way you never had before.

You weren’t exactly “on the frontlines” material. You arrived at the WLF when you were pretty young, and after going through everything, even the sight of a gun left you uneasy. So when Isaac saw your cooking abilities, he allowed you to stay at the base under the title of side-line cook. You eventually rose through the ranks, and that was that.

You preferred dealing with narcissistic soldiers over facing those vicious creatures. In a way, you grew accustomed to being pushed around, even though you knew how to defend yourself. But that all changed when you met Abby.

Standing at 5’9 and with a build that seemed crafted by the gods themselves, it was safe to say people left you alone after associating with her. So, even if you knew how to stand your ground, you enjoyed being protected by her.

You didn’t mind when she walked ahead of you during runs, her broad shoulders shielding you from any threat that could come your way. When she insisted on carrying the heavier bag or checking your gun a couple of times before leaving—just in case.

Not even when she glared at anyone who looked at you for more than five seconds in a way she deemed unacceptable.

You didn’t mind any of it because you knew it came from a strong sense of caring. That’s who she was. She cared deeply.

So, whenever she hovered near as you collected some herbs just a little outside the perimeter of the stadium (an area kept clear of infected), her eyes following your every move, you didn’t roll your eyes or brush her off. Instead, you smiled softly, glancing up at her as she leaned against a tree, arms crossed.

“You don’t have to watch me like a hawk, you know,” you teased lightly. “This is a pretty safe zone.”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna keep an eye out.”

Setting the basket down, you stood and moved next to her, gently nudging her to sit. She understood your intentions—she always did—and with her back against the trunk of the tree, she made space for you to settle between her legs, resting against her.

“I know,” you said, leaning into her warmth. “And I appreciate it.”

Abby’s expression softened, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “You don’t think I’m… too much?”

“Not at all,” you said, glancing back at her and managing to place a soft kiss on the side of her jaw. “You make me feel safe. That’s never too much.”

She didn’t say anything, just looked at you with that quiet, steady gaze that always made you feel like you were the center of her world.

And when she reached out to embrace you, resting her head in the crook of your neck, her touch so gentle, you knew you wouldn’t trade her protectiveness for anything.

[all4simone]

𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 - 𝚎.𝚠

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loser!ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: ellie unexpectedly shows up to your apartment with hopes of talking to you. it's just the two of you sitting in her car. she tries to tell you how she feels, but her awkward nature makes it a struggle.

a/n: this is my first post on here and I hope y'all enjoy !! pretty short and sweet bc it's a monday night :/ (not proofread)

c/w: mention of weed

word count: 1.4k

click for palestine

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the sky has turned dark, with no one in sight through your apartment window. A lit candle emitted the scent of pure vanilla, which gave it a snug feeling. you were dozing off in bed, fitted with a pair of silk pajamas and a bright phone screen in front of your face. you couldn’t help the feeling of nodding off as the same video replayed on your phone. just as you shut your phone off and placed it on the nightstand, there was a notification. with a grunt, you picked yourself up and quickly flicked on your phone. it was her—the person you swore to your friends was the love of your life.

ellie (future gf):

look out ur window rn

like a lost puppy, you immediately scuffled to your window. pulling away the curtain, there sat ellie’s beat-up burgundy car in all it’s glory. your eyes lit up with a smile pulling at your cheeks. it was like a ritual. at least once a week, ellie would randomly show up at any time of the day. the two of you would sit around in her car, blabbering anything you could think of. sometimes, she would bring snacks, but you always thought she ate like a grandpa. who even eats necco wafers? let alone heard of that candy? nobody but ellie. 

you put on a random jacket and went down to her car. you mentally prepared yourself and fixed loose strands of your hair before opening the car door. through her window, you could see that she staring at you with a grin with her hair in a small ponytail. you loved it like that.

right as you opened the door; she quickly swept off the pile of fast food paper bags on the passenger's seat. she was so messy. you loved it.

"hey," she awkwardly greeted as she leaned back in her seat. ellie cleared her throat and looked away from you for a second.

"hi, ellie" you said, biting back a smile creeping up on you. the smell of weed that her car was lamented with filling up her nose.

randomly, she drew her hand out to you. with a lift of an eyebrow, you brought your hand out only for her to dap you up. there was pure confusion on your face the moment ellie began. what the fuck? you questioned her inside your mind. on the other hand, ellie was beating herself up for pulling a move like that. her whole body was hot and sweaty from the tension in her body. for her life, she can not flirt at all.

"sorry, that was kinda weird." the auburn-haired girl chuckled at herself and scratched her head. she was a nervous wreck, but you were oblivious to it.

"yeah, you fucking weirdo." you jabbed at her as you opened the pull-down mirror to check your appearance.

there was a couple of seconds of silence with ellie staring at you brushing off something in your eyebrows. "you look really pretty." ellie spoke up with her shoulders curled up.

"you think so?" you sheepishly ask for reassurance while shutting the pull-down mirror. she inches closer to you. the closer she becomes, the closer to death you are. ellie intensely stares at your forehead, squinting her eyes and tilting her head.

"yeah but..." her words cut off. you bit the inside of your cheeks as she continued to stare at your forehead. you felt stupid. was there really something stuck on there? "nah, I'm messing with you. there's nothing on your forehead." she admitted followed by a witch-like cackle.

you responded by shoving her shoulder away. "tsk. wowww, you should be a comedian or something. I'm fucking dying." said in the most monotone voice ever, even though you were holding in a laugh.

"yeah, you think I'm the funniest person ever." the girl in the driver's seat adjusted her shirt and leaned back in her seat. you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

"what are you even doing here right now? don't you have the morning shift?" you interrogated her. she only looked down at her fidgeting fingers and shrugged.

"I dunno." she did know. she just couldn't spill it out.

at her apartment, she suddenly had a burst of confidence in her to confess to you. she pumped herself up, and even ran down your whole conversation to herself. but, as soon as you stepped into the car it all diminished away.

"missed me that much?" you teased her with a cheeky grin. her fast stung a color of red and she faced away from your gaze. "dude, you good?" suspicion rose in you as you observed her weird behavior.

"yeah, I'm just mewing," she said with a straight face and pointed towards her jawline. you slightly chuckled and rubbed your temples, "okay, buddy."

the two of them went silent once again. it wasn't an awkward type of silence though. it was comforting. you were just enjoying ellie's company with her doing the same. at least, you think. her ass was definitely pondering about something. her arms were crossed, eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted, and her eyes didn't leave her steering wheel.

"uhm..." she finally spoke up and your head spun over to face her. "hmm?" you responded.

"I think I like..." holy shit, it was happening. ellie is finally going to declare her undying love for you. "this girl." she finished her sentence.

are you absolutely shitting me right now?

you thought you were about to go insane. there was no way the two of you had been flirting for the past few months, and ellie likes someone else? there was no way it all meant absolutely nothing. you practically could hear the clique audio of your heart-shattering. the pieces scattered on the floor with no broom in sight to help you clean it up.

it wasn't only you going insane, but ellie too. her words came out completely different than she meant for them to. there has never been a moment where she wanted to smack herself more than now. ellie was already planning on quitting her job, shaving her hair, getting some plastic surgeries, and moving to iceland or something. there was no way she could correct herself now. but she did, and it became even more humiliating.

"wait- no, I don't like a girl." she tried to clear up, but it only made you even more confused.

"let me start over. pretend like none of that even happened." one of ellie's hands was over her face, and the other was being waved around. you held your breath and gazed upon the panicked face in front of you.

"I think I have feelings for you. not any other girl. only you." her final statement became clear. even with that, you were still just as confused as before.

"you do?" fuck, she's going to reject me. ellie thought to herself and prepared for her execution by rejection. "yeah." she shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant.

wow, since when did your skin feel so refreshed? you don't know why, but suddenly you felt a weight wash off your shoulders. you started smiling, borderline laughing, and ellie was kind of getting spooked. not because you looked psychotic, but because she felt that you were going to poke fun at her.

"nah, I'm playing. It was another joke" holy hell you were about to murder her. "that wasn't funny." you gave her a death glare and bit your tongue so you wouldn't start cursing at her.

once again, ellie regretted taking it back and was almost on the verge of tears. the amount of embarrassment she felt is unfathomable. ellie sighed and began to try one last time to clear everything up. her stupid social skills can't get in the way this time.

"I'm sorry." she apologized and continues, "I actually do like you. fuck, I'm sorry I'm so awkward." ellie held her face in her hands.

let's fucking go! you celebrated to yourself with a cringy air fist bump.

"ellie..." you let out an airy snicker as you placed a hand on her head. "you're so adorable." this got ellie's attention with her face swinging up to look at you.

"so, do you like me too?" she asked with a needy tone. you nodded at her. "yeah," a simple response.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

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a/n: I had absolutely no idea how to end this :{

[lvnchh]

WISH YOU WERE GAY

abby anderson x f!reader (it’s not really WYWG meaning IK)

The WLF cafeteria was alive with chatter, the dim lighting and half-drunk soldiers creating a tense but oddly celebratory atmosphere. The radio had long stopped working, leaving the group desperate for some form of entertainment. Manny, ever the instigator, spotted you sulking in the corner, your guitar leaning against the wall beside you.

“Hey!” he called, weaving through the tables to get to you. “You still owe me a performance. Tonight’s the night.”

You rolled your eyes, your fingers tracing the edge of your beer bottle. “Not happening, Manny.”

“Oh, c’mon, amiga,” he pressed, crouching beside you. “The radio’s dead, everyone’s bored, and you’ve been humming that song for weeks. Just do it. Make it interesting.”

You glanced across the room and caught sight of her—Abby Anderson. She was seated at a table with Owen, her broad shoulders tense, her face turned away from the crowd. Even from this distance, you could tell she wasn’t laughing at whatever Owen was saying, and that little observation stirred something bitter inside you.

Manny followed your gaze and smirked. “She’s gonna hear it either way. Might as well make it count.”

You took a long swig of your drink before grabbing your guitar. “Fine,” you muttered. “But don’t expect me to hold back.”

The room quieted as you made your way to the front. One of the guys already on a guitar looked up at you, confused, but you gestured for him to follow your lead. Quickly, you showed him the notes to play on loop, your tone clipped and impatient.

The first chords filled the space, soft but deliberate. You adjusted the mic, refusing to look at Abby. This wasn’t for her approval—it was for you.

You started singing, your voice steady, cold.

“Baby, I don’t feel so good… six words you never understood.”

Your hand shot up, showing six fingers to the crowd, before dropping one.

“‘I’ll never let you go,’ five words you’ll never say.”

The five fingers slipped to four, then three as you continued.

“If three’s a crowd, and two was us…”

Your hand dropped to two fingers.

“One slipped away.”

You left your middle finger up, a smirk tugging at your lips. The crowd chuckled nervously, and Manny outright cackled, slapping his knee. “Damn!” he muttered, barely containing his laughter.

Abby’s jaw tightened. Her eyes bored into you from across the room, her fists clenched on the table. You didn’t care. You kept going.

“I just wanna make you feel okay, but all you do is look the other way.”

Your gaze finally flicked to Abby. She didn’t flinch, but her shoulders rose and fell with shallow breaths. Owen shifted uncomfortably beside her, clearly picking up on the tension.

“I can’t tell you how much I wish I didn’t wanna stay. I just kinda wish you were gay.”

Your words hung heavy in the air, dripping with bitterness. The room was silent except for the music, and every lyric felt like a dagger aimed directly at her.

“Our conversation’s all in blue… eleven ‘heys.’”

The crowd grew quieter as you sang. Abby’s face darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“Nine times, you never made it there. I ate alone at seven, you were six minutes away.”

You didn’t just sing the words—you spat them out, each one a reminder of every time she let you down, every moment she chose Owen over you.

By the time you reached the bridge, you leaned into your fury.

“Don’t say I’m not your type. Just say that I’m not your preferred sexual orientation.”

You saw her flinch at that, her mask cracking just slightly. Owen said something to her, but she ignored him, her eyes glued to you.

The final chorus came out raw, your voice sharp and defiant.

“I just wanna make you feel okay, but all you do is look the other way.”

The last chord rang out, echoing in the silence. The room stayed still for a moment, unsure how to react. Manny clapped first, his grin wide and unapologetic. Others followed hesitantly, but you ignored them.

You slung your guitar over your shoulder and started to walk off.

“Wait,” Abby’s voice cut through the noise.

You stopped but didn’t turn around.

“Why would you—” she started, her voice tight with frustration. “Why the hell would you sing that?”

You turned slowly, your expression cold. “Why not? You said you didn’t care, remember?”

Her jaw worked as if she was holding back a retort. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, standing abruptly.

“Yeah, it is,” you shot back. “But you made it that way.”

She took a step toward you, her frustration evident, but Owen grabbed her arm. “Abby,” he said quietly.

You shook your head and turned away, stepping into the night air without another word. She could stew in her anger all she wanted. You were done letting her choices define you.

[bxtchycaprisun]

let it be me | a. anderson ONE-SHOT

summary: you’d been avoiding your best friend for weeks, and she was determined to figure out what was wrong. she never would have guessed your absence was due to your repressed romantic feelings, which she also happened to share.

notes: fem!reader, bsf!abby, softdom!abby, porn w/ a plot, mutual pining, friends to lovers, angst but in a fluffy way, SMUT, fingering (both receiving), pussy eating (r!receiving), thigh riding, dirty talk, lots of pet names, i think that’s it? 

a/n: i know this isn’t obstinate, but it’s wlw season and i’m WOMANLESS, so i needed to write some smut.

MDNI!!! sexual content. comment if you want to be added to my tag list

(named after the ray lamontagne song)

you and abby never fought.

attached at the hip from the start of elementary school, the two of you were never seen without each other. and as new friend groups came and left, you and abby always stayed inseparable.

you were so close that she’d even followed you out of state to your dream university after you’d graduated high school.

despite the feelings that emerged in your early teen years when abby had grown taller, and the impact of her various high school sports was clear on her toned arms, you never dared to express your changing perspective of her.

other than some consistent cuddling most friends would consider crossing a boundary, the lines of your friendship never thought to cross between platonic and romantic. you figured that if she were to ever return your feelings, she would have by now.

and even though you two were only friends, in a way, she was yours, and you were hers.

or at least, that’s how you saw it.

that was until you saw her out with angela, her chem partner who you’d heard her complain about dozens of times, a girl you thought she hated. and they were drinking coffee and eating pastries at the east campus cafe, you and abby’s cafe.

and though you knew your perception of your relationship was nothing but a fantasy, it almost felt like a betrayal to see her like that with someone else. but of course, you couldn’t actually be mad at her for it, nor would you explain what was making you so upset.

so you did the one thing you thought was logical, you avoided her.

knowing that she would see right through you from the beginning, and demand that you tell her what was wrong, you tried to be strategic about it.

but you couldn’t a thing past your best friend, the girl who knew you like the back to your hand.

and you had no idea what you were in for if you continued your fit.

…

it had been two weeks since you sent abby the text, and now, as she laid belly down on her crammed dorm bed, she was rereading it.

y/n: oh my god abs, i’ve got the worst week coming up everrr. hannah scheduled me like double the hours i’ve asked for and i’ve got two exams! fmlllll

abby: damn, i’m sorry bun. still room for me in that schedule of yours?

y/n: you know it abby. text you later, off to work

the conversation didn’t worry abby much initially. but looking back on it, she saw it in a different light.

you didn’t make time for her. and she was determined to know why.

abby sat up in her bed, furrowing her brows as she remembered the date. it was a wednesday.

she opened back up her texts, quickly typing out her message.

abby: what time you coming over tonight? it’s october, so we can officially make our movie nights halloween dedicated :)

she pursed her lips worriedly as she awaited your response. she had been shot down daily over the last couple of weeks, always given the same excuse. work, exams, stomach flu, etc.

abby knew something was up, she just needed one final confirmation.

y/n: shit, i totally forgot! i promised i’d take my coworkers closing shift since she opened for me. next wednesday i promise!

abby felt her heart sink, the situation becoming all too real and unavoidable. you were angry at her, and she didn’t have a clue why.

she scrambled out a message, quickly pressing send and biting the inside of her cheek as she watched the unchanging screen.

abby: are you mad at me? please tell me what i did, and i’ll fix it

she watches with a tight chest as the bubble of your response appears and disappears. and as ten minutes pass with no text back, she throws her phone down on the bed, groaning into her hands.

if it had been anyone else, she’d assume you were just busy at work. but this was you.

abby sprung up from the bed, throwing on a jacket and slipping her feet swiftly into her beat up sneakers. the sneakers you’d bought her for her 16th birthday.

she swung open the door, grabbing her things and moving swiftly down the stairs and out her dorm hall. she tucked her hands under her arms, pulling her hoodie over her head as she walked through the breezy fall air.

she rounded the familiar block and pushed into the entrance of your dorms.

and before she could think twice, she brought her fist up to your door, banging loudly with her other hand stuffed in her pocket.

“open the door!” she says sternly, already hearing your movement in the dorm.

you pull the door open with a displeased grunt, but as you recognize the rosy cheeked girl in front of you, your eyes widen.

“a-abby?” you stutter, staring up at her with a guilty expression.

she stares at you, taking in your loose sweats and braless tank. you weren’t at work, and you certainly weren’t getting ready.

after a long pause, the reality of the situation setting in, abby speaks up.

“you lied.” she murmurs, her voice low.

you cast your gaze down, stepping back to let her in silently. you knew you weren’t gonna get out of this one.

she shoves her way into your room, shutting the door loudly and pulling her hood off to look down at you disapprovingly.

“so,” she huffs, throwing her arms up and crossing them against her chest. “are you gonna tell me what’s going on with you?”

you sigh, pinching your temples. “nothings… nothings going on i just-” you begin before being cut off abruptly.

“nothings going on?” she repeats desperately, “y/n, you’ve avoided me for weeks!”

“i- i haven’t avoided you,” you reply breathlessly, stepping forward. “i’ve been really busy.”

“oh right, busy,” she scoffs, “just like how you’re so busy right now?”

you bow your head silently, avoiding her burning gaze. “i- i can explain..” you say slowly, although you sure as hell didn’t want to.

“great!” she snaps, “good, let’s hear it.” she shifts her weight back and forth on her legs, her figure now trembling with anger and desperation.

you look up at her with pleading eyes, trying to find away to avoid this conversation if you had any hope of keeping your friendship the same.

you were so disappointed with yourself you felt like you could cry. for years you’d stuffed your feelings down, terrified not just of rejection but of your own selfishness.

abby was the perfect friend, she was everything you could ask for and more, and yet your inconsiderate mind desired more. and when she didn’t give that to you, you pushed her away.

abby watched your expressions alter, staring at you with her mouth agape. “well?” she asks in a final, breathless plea.

when she doesn’t get a response, her mind jumps to the only conclusion she could think of.

“you’re… you’re seeing someone?” she whispers, her face falling.

your expression twists in confusion and frustration at her accusation, shaking your head fervently. “what? what are you talking about?”

“you are, aren’t you?” she presses on, taking a step forward.

you roll your eyes at the irony of her words. “no okay, i’m not seeing anyone,” you huff, the attitude clear in your voice. “you’re the one that’s seeing someone,” you murmur, back turned to your best friend. your eyes widen at your own words, cursing yourself for letting that slip.

you hear abby’s breath falter behind you. “what?” she asks, voice somewhat amused which annoyed the hell out of you. “did you say i’m seeing someone?”

despite knowing how childish you were being, you narrow your eyes, continuing on with your antics.

“well you are, aren’t you?” you say with a pout, tilting you chin up at her.

at this, abby laughs at you. “y/n… are you talking about angela?” she says with a smirk. “i’ve been trying to tell you about that, so much happened!” she exclaims and you nearly feel like breaking down then and there.

your expression drops, lips curling into a proper frown as you turn away from her once again. she stutters as she sees your change in demeanor.

“yeah right, i’d just love to hear all about angela,” you mutter, unable to meet her piercing blue eyes.

“no no.. it was bad, okay, it was really bad,” she chuckles, rushing over to grab your arms and turn you to face her. but as she takes in your distressed expression, abby’s mouth hangs open, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place in her mind.

“hey, hey, what is it?” she cooes, her voice softened as she brings her hand to cup the side of your face, stroking your cheek.

when you don’t respond once again, her back straightens, and she drops her hands from your skin, staring down at you in contemplation.

“you’re… you’re jealous,” she says quietly, her words laced with certainty.

you shake your head, stepping back from her with worry as she figured it out. “no, why the hell would i be jealous?” you heave, but abby doesn’t let you get away.

“because you like me,” she asserts once again, hands going for your wrists as she reaches out to you.

“hey, look at me, hey..” she brings her face close to yours, lowering to your height. your arms go limp in defeat as she holds you still, grabbing your chin gently to make you look at her.

as she studies your face, the way your eyes crease with uncertainty, she knows.

“you do..” she whispers.

the only thing you can do is drop your head in shame, praying silently that she would agree to just forget this conversation completely and return to your blissful friendship.

your murmur is nearly inaudible as a small “i’m sorry,” passes through your lips.

abby inhales sharply, taking your cheeks into your hands and lifting your head to face hers in a quick motion.

“oh sweet girl… don’t be sorry..” she breathes, brushing her thumb over your bottom lip.

she stares at you for a moment, chest heaving with her uneven breathes, contemplating the same action she’d been dreaming of for years. the action she never thought she’d get the opportunity of doing.

and just as your eyes meet hers, they flutter shut to the feeling of her lips pressing against yours.

you sigh against her, the tension easing from your muscles as she guides you gently against the door, running her hands desperately, yet hesitantly over your arms and shoulders.

the touch, the way her lips gently parted yours, her tongue rolling into your mouth with a soft hum, it was foreign, yet so painfully familiar.

this was abby. your abby. the girl who had been attached to your hip for a decade. the girl you had convinced yourself never to kiss and never confess to out of fear of ruining your perfect friendship.

and you couldn’t be happier as she did it for you.

you bring your arms around her broad shoulders, pulling her against you as your noses clashed together in a desperate kiss, her hands getting rougher and more curious, and so do yours. you tug her hoodie up over her head, touching her chilled skin from the cool fall air outside.

you feel her calloused palm reach below your shirt, grazing the soft skin on your belly, inching upward to your unclothed breast. you feel her hand suddenly stop, her mouth pulling away from yours.

“abby-” you call out her name in a slight moan, digging your fingers into her hair and tugging on her braid. you knew what she was thinking. you knew she thought she was rushing things, but you didn’t care. you’d waited so long.

“i know.. i know..” she nods, eyes nearly shut as she peers down at you, leaning in again to kiss you, slowing her rhythm and taking her time with you.

you whine into her mouth, brows furrowing as you grabbed her hand, trying to pull it towards your chest once again, and she chuckles against your lips.

“so needy,” she smiles, but with how shaky her voice is, she sounds almost hypocritical.

“neglected you for so long, huh?” she grins, kissing the corner of your mouth gently.

even though abby hadn’t had many relationships or sexual partners, mostly thanks to her hopeless pining towards you, she was undeniably more experienced than you.

you could feel the hesitance in her fingertips, the uncertainty in her eyes. knowing she didn’t want to rush you, you grab her cheek, pulling her lips away to speak.

“then don’t make me wait any longer,” you whisper, eyes looking up at her pleadingly as your thighs squeezed together, desperately trying to relieve the ache between your legs.

abby smiles, not missing a beat to crash her lips to yours once again, and this time her hand travels up your chest without hesitation. you whine as you feel her thumb brush over your nipple, and arch your back against the wall.

she dips her head down to your neck, peppering kisses along your throat, and sucking soft marks onto your skin. she groans as she hears your quiet moans, feeling like she could cum on the spot. she’d envisioned how you would sound so many times, but to actually hear it was so much better.

“you’re so fucking pretty, you know that?” she hums, large palms needing your tits as she pushes your legs apart with her knee, and slots her thigh in between them. “sound so fucking pretty”

your face is red and hot as you let out a quiet whimper in response, grabbing on to her toned stomach to pull her closer. as you feel the friction of her muscular thigh against your clothed cunt, you absentmindedly grind yourself against her.

“there you go, sweetheart,” abby praises you, hands leaving your tits to hold onto your hips. she gently guides you against her propped leg, and leaves small love bites below your ear as she whispers to you. “tell me if we’re going too fast, okay? you tell me.”

you shake your head, hips picking up their rhythm as you try to chase that sensation that slowly builds in your cunt. “not too fast, abs. i want more, please?”

normally, you would care about sounding too desperate, but since this was abby, you couldn’t hold back. even in this unfamiliar situation, you were comfortable with her. and even more importantly, you needed her so bad.

“you want more, huh baby?” she cooes, smiling ear to ear as she helps you keep up your pace. suddenly, her hands push your hips back off of her, and you whine in disappointment. before you can protest the loss of contact, she brings her hands to the hem of your tank top, pulling it off your chest in a swift motion.

her palms return to your waist, guiding you quickly against your small bed, her lips instantly connected with yours once again. she pushes you gently down, situating herself between your legs, and hooking a finger at the hem of your sweatpants.

the fabric is tugged down to your ankles in seconds, and she tosses the pants across the room with a shit eating grin. you can’t help but look up and giggle at her as she crawls on the bed to meet you, kissing up your stomach and on the fat of your chest.

“whatcha laughing about, pretty girl?” abby smirks as she sucks hickeys onto your skin. she tried her best to sound stern, but she couldn’t help but melt as she heard your laugh.

“nothing, this is just weird,” you can’t help but admit with blushed cheeks. “i just… never imagined we would be doing this..”

“oh?” abby says with faux surprise, “so you’re telling me… you didn’t imagine me doing this?” she asks mischievously as she takes on of your nipples into her mouth, sucking gently.

you’re breathing falters and you let out a small gasp, handing falling the the back of her head as she runs her tongue over your hardening nipple. “n-no i mean… i imagined it… just didn’t think we actually ever would.”

abby smiles against your skin, kissing her way down your stomach and settling between your thighs. “what would you imagine, bun?” she asks teasingly as she kisses just above your underwear. “would you picture me doing this to you? dream about my mouth on your cunt?”

with that statement, abby drops in between your legs, pressing her face against your panties and inhaling dirtily. she shakes her nose against your clothed pussy, nudging your clit deliciously. you cry out into your hand, instantly squirming from her touch.

you felt her start to kitten lick your clint through the fabric, causing you to let out an deep whine. you lift your head with hazy eyes, listening to her soft growls against you, which only made your stomach whir.

“abby pl-ease,” you say brokenly, desperately bucking your hips upward to chase the friction you needed, “stop teasing me…”

“m’not teasing…” she mumbles, her voice low as she runs her tongue flat against your underwear, applying pressure to your folds.

“a-ah, please!” you moan, feeling your cunt gush with more arousal.

“you are teasing me, you are-” you begin your protest when she suddenly yanks your panties down from your hips, and before you can process it, her hot mouth is licking a stripe from your hole to your clit.

you release a borderline pornographic moan at the sensation, eyes rolling to the back of your head. she doesn’t waist any time to start sucking at your clit with vigor, and alternating to lap up your juices.

you’re nearly shaking at this point, your chest heaving with every breath and hips twitching from every touch she gives you.

“fuck- i love the way you taste bun…” abby moans into your pussy, her hands keeping a bruising grip on your waist. “knew you’d taste good.. so fucking good…”

she already sounds pussy drunk as she flattens her tongue against your clit, helping you grind your hips against her mouth however you wanted. you continuously tried to close your legs around her head, completely overwhelmed by how good she was fucking you, but each time her palm would catch your leg, only pulling you further apart.

“gotta stop squirming, baby,” abby would growl as your thighs continued to tremble and your arms would thrash around aimlessly. you respond with an apologetic whine, already too cloudy minded to form words.

when you continue to move in her grip, she finally pushes your knees against your chest, keeping you firmly pinned with your cunt fully exposed for her.

“look at that…” abby cooes as she gives your pussy a small slap before dipping her mouth back down to your hole, lapping you up quickly.

“how many fingers you want, sweet girl?” she breaks away from your cunt to ask you breathlessly, before returning to suck at your clit.

you whimper from the added pressure of the position, head falling weakly against the pillow as you tried to clear your thoughts.

“ngh.. don’t know… o-one..?” you manage to muster, but you can’t already feel yourself tipping over the edge. anything abby gave you, you would take.

“hmm…” abby smiles against your pussy, keeping your legs pushed up with one hand while bringing the other down to slide through your folds.

you groan as you feel the tips of her fingers prodding at your hole, unconsciously pushing yourself against them. “we can do two…” she whisper as she slowly inserts her middle and ring finger into your pussy, hissing through her teeth as she feels you clench around her.

“relax baby… it’s only me,” she comforts you as she curls her fingers experimentally inside of you. you let out a soft cry, back arching against your mattress as she explores your insides.

abby watches your expression carefully, her tongue giving your clit small, stimulating licks as she searched for the spot that made you scream.

when she felt the spongy area deep in your core, and watched as you jolted against her fingers, panting out a moan, she knew she found it. she gave you one last lick, collecting the juices that leaked around her fingers on her tongue, she crawled up to your face with her fingers still deep inside of you.

her strokes were slow and gentle at first, teasing that spot with an almost unbearable pace. her eyes met yours and she positioned herself above you, but her pupils were darkened.

“i want to go harder,” she whispers, her voice low and full of lust. “can i do that, bun, can i go harder?”

you nod and quickly, grabbing onto her neck and pulling her lips against yours, moaning at the taste of yourself on her tongue. “please… so close..”

she didn’t need to hear another word before her pace turned from gentle to hammering. the air is punched out of you as she drills her fingers into your pussy, curling upward and hitting that spot with every thrust.

you were crying and moaning out her name, grabbing onto anything you could as she continued her rough assault on your hole. obscene squelches from your pussy fill the room, and your face blooms from embarrassment.

abby kisses you sweetly, in sharp contrast to the brutal pace of her fingers. you wrap your arms around her, hoping for a bit of her comfort to ground you in this moment. she immediately recognizes your need, bringing her forehead against yours as she fingered you.

“that feel good baby? yeah?” she whispers, her voice sultry as her palm rubs perfectly against your clit.

“m’gonna cum.. abby.. oh my god,” you cry out, fingernails digging into her back without even realizing. she clenched her teeth, the stinging pain only enhancing her desperation.

“that’s it sweet girl..” she mumbles, her pace unbreaking. “cum on my fucking fingers- let it out.”

without missing a beat, you feel your hearing practically go out, white hot pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm crashes down on you. you shake, mouth open in a silent moan as you ride out your high, abby’s fingers never ceasing. your final sound comes out in a shattered moan, your eyes rolled back as you grind your hips into her fingers, feeling the best high of your life.

“good girl…” abby praises, her fingers slowing down even so slightly as she watches your expression.

“good. fucking. girl.” she finishes, her pace coming to a stop as she feels you tense up from the overstimulation.

you fall against the mattress, your face completely red from your post-orgasm, and your chest heaving with every breath. abby takes her fingers out of you, shoving them into her mouth and licking them clean.

you watch her in amazement as she lowers down to your face, pressing her lips against yours gingerly. you smile against her, pulling her closer by your shoulders until she practically falling on top of you.

“y/n,” abby giggles, trying to remain propped up from her elbows. “i’m gonna crush you!”

“don’t care,” you shake your head with a wide grin.

she smiles, kissing you again, but this time with a little bit more desperation. her tongue slips past your lips, massaging the inside of your mouth.

you tug on the waist band of her sweats, looking up at her with a pout. “take ‘em off,” you whine.

abby smirks at your plea, shaking her head. “so bossy,” she mumbles, pulling down her pants and tossing them aside. you instantly spring up on your knees, smashing your lips against hers.

abby flinches a bit, startled by how quickly your fingers find their way to the waistband of her boxers. you yank them down her muscular thighs, diving your much smaller fingers between her folds as you kiss her sweetly.

“woah- baby,” abby breathes, her voice almost failing her as she grabs onto your wrist. “what’re you doing?”

“returning the favor, silly,” you grumble against her lips, smiling as you feel just how wet she is. “i think i got you a little excited,” you giggle.

“no.” abby shakes her head firmly, “you’re not the one that gets to tease me.” she tries to sound stern, but the shake in her voice didn’t go unnoticed.

it wasn’t often that abby was on the receiving side. but staring down at you, with your eyes blown wide staring at her dripping cunt, she couldn’t help but grow just as desperate. she needed this too.

you palm her aching pussy, watching in awe as she bucked her hips against you, bringing her hands up to clutch the headboard. you hold your breath to surpress your own moans at the sight, wanting to only hear her soft sighs and the dirty sounds of her wetness.

“fuck… yeah like that,” abby groans, head falling back, and her knees trembling as she stays upright for you, not even realizing how she’s furthering spreading her thighs, and grinding into your palm.

she felt herself getting red the moment she realized she was already about to cum. but the pleasure was too consuming, and she was too pent up to feel any embarrassment.

the second you slipped your middle finger into her folds, your thumb instantly finding her clit, she toppled over the edge. she released a strained moan, instantly falling against you. she props herself up on the headboard to keep up her weight, and lets her head fall into your neck. she brings one hand down to cover yours, keeping your palm in place as she practically humps your fingers. she rides out her orgasm in shuddering breathes.

you watch her in shock and awe, remaining silent as she started to come down. she pulls your hand away, burying her face further into your neck with a deep sigh.

“did you just..” you begin, and she could practically hear your smile.

“yes..” she groans, rolling her face towards yours and pressing her lips at the base of your throat.

your grin widens as you stare up at the ceiling, stroking her back carefully. abby lifts her head, and secures her arms around your waist.

in a quick movement, you are rolled on top of her, your legs intertwined. she holds you tight to her chest, kissing the top of your head affectionately. you blush as you feel the stickiness between both your legs.

“we’re a mess,” you say softly, smiling up at her.

“leave it for now,” she whispers, fingers tracing shapes on your bare back. “wanna stay like this for a minute.”

you lay there in silence, listening to each others slowing breaths. and in that moment, you knew this was what it was supposed to be all along.

abby’s words come out in a content hum, her fingers affectionately pinching at the soft fat below your ass.

“sorry for making you wait so long, sweet girl.”

“you’re forgiven.”

[femlesbianbarbie]

Pairing: Cowboy!Abby Anderson X Femme Reader

Summary: This follows the plot of their wayward bride by Vanessa Vale. Basically, you run away from an arranged marriage. in the process of running away you get lost in a blizzard and Abby saves you

Please comment if you like otherwise I probs won't write another chapter. If I do post another it will be longer this one's short because I didn't want to put a ton of effort in for it to just flop.

Chapter one: Runaway bride

You had spent your entire life at a boarding school. Your mother died in childbirth and when your father remarried his wife refused to have you in her home. Your father's solution was to send you away and never bring you home not even for holidays.

The thing you got most was a dumb letter telling you that he loved you. When he sent for you shortly after your birthday you were ecstatic maybe his wife had finally changed her mind. But instead of being met with a happy family, you were met with a middle-aged balding man at the altar waiting for you. Of course, you should have never assumed your father would be better than this. Every girl you went to school with has already been married your father tells you you should be grateful I made this match for you he tells you.

He tells you this as if you should be grateful he has sold you off to a man twice your age at least. Who looks as if he murdered his last wife in cold blood. This is how you ended up riding a stolen horse in the middle of a blizzard. It's really not your best move but you can’t exactly stay and there is still a chance you can make it to the next town over. Hopefully, someone there will help you.  Not that you really know where that town is anymore. You were on track but with the wind whipping the snow around you your visions became nearly non-existent. The horse's vision must be limited too because the next thing you know you are lying on the ground the horse whining in pain as your mind fades in and out of consciousness.

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“Are you okay? Can you hear me” Someone says above you their face blocked out by the snow. You try to speak but can’t seem to open you move instead letting out a soft whine. “It's going to be okay I am taking you inside. Im going to pick you up now” And true to their ward you are held against a strong chest as they carry you away. The strong scent of pine fills your nose and you try to cuddle closer and steal some of their Warmth. “It's okay we are almost home then you'll be warm,” they promise.

 “You smell good” you mumble into their jacket. You startle as they chuckle a deep sound that reverberates through their chest. “Thank you” You let out a happy sound as they open the door light flooding your vision and an abrupt temperature straddling your body. “Here the fires going in the den. They carry you into the den and lay you on the floor in front of the fireplace. Their fingers begin to unbutton your dress with a practiced ease. “ I can’t I've never “ You start the words not quite making sentences. “It's okay your clothes are soaked you'll never warm up with them on.” They explain as you finally get a look at them. Long blonde hair and a strong nose are all you can make out through tired eyes. Once you undressed she wraps you in a blanket and holds you to her chest your back to the fire. “Where am I “You ask your nose burrowed into there next. “Bridgewater ranch my friends and I live here I heard your horse and came looking thinking it was one of ours. I came looking but I found you instead not that I am complaining princess.” you cuddle in exhaustion overtaking your body. “Im safe here” You question your voice heavy with sleep. “I'll keep you safe rest now”.

[olive-fics]

Small NSFW with Abby Anderson ♡

Abby ran her fingers over your collarbones and neck, tracing down to your soft wrists.. "..Missed this baby girl.." her breath was hot against your neck. "I don's miss this Abs.." You murmured, lying to both yourself, and her. Raising and eyebrow Abby got subtly irritated, she wanted to show you that you wanted her, that you needed her as much as she wanted you right now. "But I want you.. Baby.. I miss us." Abby's voice was low and subtly demanding as her hands slid to your hips and she pushed you to the wall gently. "Want you now Angel.." - That's when you found yourself sitting on the bathroom sink with your dress exposing half your body, the sound of muffled music from the other room was still heard from the bathroom but the sounds of Abby's soft praises and murmurs blocked it out. She ran her hands along your back, softly grabbing your legs, grabbing your ass and her nose right on the crook of your neck. It had been so long since the last time you saw Abby.. You swore you were going to call it quits after the last night with her but she was just so addicting. Her breath had the scent of alcohol and sweet liquor lingering into your mouth. You couldn't help but want more.

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Sorry if this is bad or random I wanted to post something different! didn't wanna finish this and probably wont lol! ♡

[savannahsdeath]

call me silly but i cant stop thinking about hogwart au ellabs uhhh istg . i cant . also im pretty sure im the first one to make a hogwart au so please give ib if you want to make your own fic🤭 if im not the first one then sorry and please lmk who is !!

summary: you're roommates with your best friend and girlfriend, which don't seem to get along well.

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you and abby often wondered what's ellie doing in gryffindor, as the setting hat had doubts itself, wanting her to go to the slytherin for a split second.

"i mean, i'm happy she's with us." you quickly explained, realizing she might hear you through the bathroom door.

abby frowned, not looking away from her book. "oh, you are? and why, exactly?"

you laughed, leaning in to see what is she reading about, but she slammed the book shut with a loud bam! right in front your nose. "well, first of all, she's my girlfriend. self explanatory—"

"but... why?" she cut you off and sat up. "what do you see in her?" oh, you knew that one. it wasn't the first 'you deserve better' talk you had with abby. "wouldn't you rather to be with someone smarter, stronger and, i don't know, just... not a total loser?"

for a moment you sat there, so close to her your shoulders were touching, with your mouth parted and lips going dry. a moment passed as the door opened and ellie came out, sloppily wiping ruffling her wet hair with the towel. her gaze wandered between the two of you and she raised her eyebrow, but her obliviousness made her shrug the weird feeling off. "how much time do we have?" she asked, ignoring abby's presence, who just went back to reading her book.

"less than an hour." you annouced, getting up and taking the towel out of her hand, replacing it with a little bottle you picked up from your bedside shelf. "drink up."

"the fuck is that?" she twirled the unappetizing green liquid around the glass, noticing it's weirdly dense texture.

abby chuckled, winking at you as if to laugh at your low standards. "just listen to your girlfriend."

you smiled at the blonde girl before looking back at ellie. "it's going to rain, i don't want you getting sick."

"yeah, we don't want to hear you whining like a baby just because you catched a little cold." abby added, smirking as you gave her the stare. her comment passed by ellie's ears, not getting any reaction out of her.

she downed the potion in a few sips, wincing and letting you take the glass bottle out of her hands. she took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the taste. "i'd rather be sick." you giggled and rised on your tiptoes to reach her forehead, placing a loving kiss on it. she smiled for a second, before her face flashed with a grimace again. "wait— it's going to what?"

"it's going to rainnn" abby cooed, mercilessly but melodiously drawing out the vowels. you frowned, seeming to be the only one who doesn't see a reason to panic. yet, ellie was now pacing around the room, stopping to look outside the window. the clouds above the horizon were, in fact, dark blue, what predicted a downpour.

you came up to her, wrapping your hands around her tensed waist. "are you scared of some water?" you teasingly asked, nuzzling your head in the crook of her neck.

"that's not the point." she turned around, taking your hand and parting her lips. you just knew you'll probably spend the next minutes listening to the rules of quidditch, hopefully not enough to be late. "you see, when it rains, it's usually quite... foggy. pretty hard to see anything, yeah?"

"yeah, but..." you walked towards the bed, ellie following closely after. "slytherins won't see anything too, so it's fair, isn't it?"

she quickly shook her head and pursed her lips in a tight line, as if disappointed you don't get it. "someone gifted them special lenses. someone— i mean, anonymously, but everyone knows who it is. their captain's father." she stood in front of you as you sat down, fiercely gesticulating. "fucking bastards. they think money can solve everything... well, it kinda does but—"

"can you shut the f..." abby chimed in, deciding against cussing in the last moment. "...up. jesus, i'm just trying to study." she rolled her eyes as the attention was now on her.

"what are you even studying?" ellie walked closer to her, trying to see the book's cover through the blonde girl's pulled up knees, which she used to lean the volume on.

abby was quick to get defensive, closing the item as soon as she made sure the tab is on a right page. "none of your business."

"it doesn't look like one of our student's books at all..." ellie teased, tauntingly smiling as she got closer.

you sighed, taking a deep breath before speaking. "come on, els, we gotta go - get you ready and everything." you stood up and started rummaging through the drawers to think what should you take with you. ellie nodded and left your dorm, promising she'll wait for you before entering the quidditch's pitch.

"you really should go, it can be fun." you friendly nudged abby's shoulder, trying to keep your eyes away from the pages of her book, which seemed to attract your gaze and curiosity.

she looked up at you, visibly annoyed that she has to repeat it for the hundredth time. "that's not my thing."

that's not my thing.

yet, about fifteen minutes after the match started, you felt her warm presence next to you. she didn't say a word, probably too embarrased to admit she somehow got convinced to get her priorities wrong.

yet, you could hear her breath hitch when she saw your rivals score another point. no matter how hard the rain would hit her, soaking through her clothes, she'd calmly stand her ground and squint her eyes to see how bad the situation is.

yet, you eventually noticed she was holding her wand the whole time. and you noticed how her grip tightened as she mumbled a few words under her breath, inaudible because of the cheers. you couldn't believe it, but after a few minutes the clouds turned purely white and bright sun rays made people take off their coats. the same abby anderson, who always had to be the best student, not letting herself be distracted from studying just broke one of the school rules.

"you know you're going to have problems if anyone finds out?" you innocently looked up at her, gratefully smilling.

"then don't snitch on me." she shrugged, admiring the weather, which was her own creation.

yet, she made gryffindor win.

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let me know if you want to see more!

[sweethischier]

─── SANDBALL AND SUNDRESSES

[ Pairing ] Nico Hischier x Fem!Reader.

[ Summary ] Nico Hischier had been a thorn in your side for as long as you could remember, and you had been a pain in his, but a game of sandball and a blue sundress brings forth feelings you'd been denying for years.

[ Word Count ] 6.9k [ Warnings ] Cursing, maybe angst if you really squint, idiots to lovers, jealousy, 18+ themes towards the end, but no smut. Just a makeout session with some grinding, slightly unedited but I tried

You had been friends with Nina Hischier longer than you could remember. Despite the two year age difference, the two of you were inseparable, always joint at the hip and rarely ever found without the other. Even when one of you went on vacation with your family, it was rare that the other wasn’t invited and included in everything. She loved your family, and you loved hers. Well, most of hers.

You had never really gotten along with Nico. Not when you were younger, and especially not now that the two of you were older. He always found ways to get under your skin and annoy you to no end, and you were exceptionally good at pushing his buttons until his usually passive demeanor began to crack. Nina and Luca always found it amusing when the two of you would bicker, whereas your parents would always shake their hands and attempt to divert the two of you to something else.

Though they all made the same closing comments every time: I can't wait for the two of you to finally get together. In their wildest dreams, and maybe in yours, too, but you would never say that out loud. In fact, you had yet to even acknowledge that somewhere along the way, your feelings for him had shifted into something different. Into something you never thought would happen. 

When summer rolled around and both Hischier boys were free from their hockey schedule, the four of you found yourselves at the beach for a relaxing break. A part of you always felt like you were intruding when it was just the three of them, and you would always try to decline their invite with the notion that they should enjoy their time together and the four of you could hang out when they got back. However, you were always met with loud protests, even from Nico, and the threat that one of them would simply pay for your tickets if you didn’t. To them, going anywhere without you felt wrong because you were a part of who they were, and you were always welcome no matter what. 

At the beach, you laid out on one of the beach chairs next to Nina as the boys kicked a ball to each other. She was telling you about something that had been happening at work, but your attention kept slipping towards her younger brother. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching him, from admiring the way the sun kissed his skin or the way his muscles rippled each time he’d kick at the ball. You may not necessarily get along with Nico, but you’d have to be a fool to deny that he was attractive, and you were the furthest thing from one.

“Oh, look,” Nina cut herself off, subtly pointing to the group of girls that were approaching her brothers, “That took longer than I thought. Usually they have a group before we’re done setting up.”

“We did get here early,” You playfully pointed out, though there was a small ball of jealousy forming in your chest when you watched one of the girls directly approach Nico.

God, what was wrong with you? You’d seen him flirt with girls before and it never bothered you then. 

Right?

“True! I think they’re inviting them to play sandball,” She quietly spoke as she observed them through her sunglasses, “Do you think they’ll ask us?”

Nina had an answer to her question not thirty seconds later. Luca had shouted at the two of you, waving his hand for you guys to join them before everyone made their way over to the sand court. You hastily followed after them, ignoring the harsh looks from some of the girls when Nico fell in step with you. It was something you had grown used to over the years. Girls disliking you because they thought you and Nico were an item of sorts, but you knew he only approached you because he wanted to poke fun at your skills, or lack thereof.

“Do you think you’ll be able to stay on your feet this time,” He started, his tone light and teasing as he walked beside you, “Last time you fell on your ass more times than you hit the ball.”

“Maybe because one of my teammates sucked and kept running into me,” You shot back, glaring up at him through your sunglasses.

“I kept running into you because you weren’t paying attention,” He retorted as he reached up to take his cap off before slipping it onto your head, “Hold this for me. I don’t play well with it on.”

“I don’t want your sweaty hat,” You protested as you attempted to take it off, but he kept his palm flat against the top of your head to keep it in place, “Nico!”

He didn’t give you a response before he jogged away, remnants of his laughter filtering in through your eyes as you stomped behind him. Nina and Luca both gave you teasing smirks when you caught up to them, but you ignored them as you crossed your arms against your chest and stood in line with everyone else. The girls, none of which had taken the time to introduce themselves, appointed Nico and Luca team captains, and they suggested they pick teams P.E. style.

Luca took his sister first, of course, given the fact that she used to play volleyball, and he always picked the two of you first when he could. You were in the middle of mouthing your regret to Nina when Nico called your name, shocking you and his siblings. You stood there frozen for a fleeting moment, not sure that he had actually said your name until he repeated himself and tacked on an annoying comment about you needing to get your hearing checked. It was harder to ignore the daggers being thrown your way now, and a small part of you felt like Nico was doing it on purpose.

“Why did you pick me,” You harshly whisper once you were standing next to him, “You were just telling me how much you thought I sucked and you know I’m always on Nina’s team, so why?”

He didn’t give you an answer, only shrugging in response before he began to plan out which girl he was going to pull over next. While Luca was discussing with his sister who to pick, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder that tore your attention away from everyone else. You carefully peek over your shoulder, your eyes landing on a tanned, toned chest before they slide up to the stranger's face. He was cute in a conventionally attractive way. His brown hair mussed at the top of his head, his deep green eyes uncovered as they looked into your own, and his skin glistening from what you assume is a combination of ocean water and sweat.

Nico instantly noticed your focus shift to whoever was behind you, and his eyes were quick to follow yours, his voice trailing off after calling one of the girls over. A scowl forms on his face as he watches your face light up at the guy in front of you, but he stays silent. Instead, he moves his focus towards his siblings who were already looking at him like they knew something that he didn’t. He shook his head at the two of them before slightly stepping closer to you so that he could hear a bit better. 

“Are you guys playing sandball,” The tallest one inquires with a thick, and what you’re assuming is local, accent, a small dimple indenting his cheek as he smiles down at you.

“We are,” You nod, your voice sweet and light, “Do you guys want to join?”

“We’d love to,” He smoothly lets out, “If it’s okay with your friends, of course. We don’t want to overstep.” 

“It should be fine, but let me ask,” You purse your lips before turning towards everyone. You manage to catch Nico’s eye and he looks pissed, but you weren’t sure why, and you weren’t trying to find out either. “Is everyone okay if they join us? We’d have an even twelve players if they did.”

The girls were already eyeing the four guys behind you, and they were quick to shout their agreement before giggling amongst themselves. Luca and Nina indifferently shrugged their shoulders before they glanced at their younger brother beside you. Nico was staring off towards the water with his hand on his hip and the corners of his lips turned down in a subtle frown. You carefully kicked sand at his feet, raising your brows when he finally looked in your direction, but he gave you the same reaction that his siblings did. You momentarily narrow your eyes at his off-putting reaction, but you chose not to dwell on it for long. 

“Well, boys,” You grinned, turning back to them, “Get in line! We’re picking teams now.”

As they slipped past you, the one that initially approached you let his hand slide on the lower part of your back as he whispered in your ear. “I hope we’re on the same team.”

Your face warms at his blatant flirting, and you give him a coy smile as he falls in line with the others. You had no intention of taking down his number, or even remembering his name, but a little flirtatious fun never hurt anyone. Maybe it would get the brunette girl standing on the other side of Nico to stop staring at you like she was trying to make you explode with her mind. 

Once the teams were divided up, and Mr. Green Eyes ended up not being on yours, the six of you gathered in a circle to dish out positions. One of the nicer girls kept bringing her hand up to shield her face from the sun as Nico talked, so you silently slipped your sunglasses off your face and handed them to her. You politely waved her off as she mumbled a quiet thank you, ignoring the teasing look Nico threw at you as you adjusted his hat on your head. You knew it was his smug way of saying ‘You’re welcome’, but you didn’t fall into his trap. Not this time. 

Finally, everyone seemed to have their responsibilities locked down before finding their positions on your side of the net.  Standing directly in front of you was Nina, who playfully pointed to you and then to the ground before getting into her position. You shook your head in amusement as you leaned forward, watching as Luca tossed the ball in the air a few times before hitting it over the net and the game finally began. 

It was getting competitive, to say the least. Both sides were evenly matched, and it was putting everyone on edge. Harsh tones were being used on teammates, petty insults were being hurled at the opposing team, and it was starting to stress you out. No matter what you did, it was seemingly the wrong thing even if you were able to get the ball over the net. Nico kept yelling at you to focus, the girl that had it out for you kept making snide comments about your coordination or your speed, and you were simply ready for it to be over. 

Mr. Green Eyes was in charge of serving this round, and you kept your eyes trained on him as he rolled the ball between his hands before he hit the ball and sent it sailing towards you. You did what you knew you were supposed to do and called out the ball as yours, telling everyone that you were going to hit it back over, but you never got to it. Just as you were about to make contact, something, or rather someone, collided with your side and sent you stumbling backwards. You slammed into the chest of the person behind you, who just so happened to be Nico, and sent the both of you flying into the sand with startled yells. 

“What the hell,” You heard Nina shout, quickly followed by Luca’s attempt to keep things calm before they escalated into something unnecessary.

“Fuck,” You winced as you squeezed your eyes shut in pain, disregarding the fact that Nico’s hands were on your waist and lighting your skin on fire under his touch.

“Are you okay,” Nico’s voice rumbles against your back, “Can you move?”

“Yeah, I can move,” You spit out, though your anger isn’t truly directed at him for once. 

With Nina arguing in the background, you shift your hips off of Nico and make the move to sit up, but the feeling of something sharply tugging on your hair only drags you back down to his chest. He lets out a startled grunt as you bring your hand up to your head, fumbling around until you feel the cool metal of Nico’s chain tangled in the loose strands of hair at the nape of your neck. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

You were already angry and overstimulated from everything that had just happened, but to make everything even worse, you’d managed to get the most sensitive pieces of hair wrapped up in Nico’s stupid necklace. Typically, you weren’t one to cry when things got too frustrating, but that might change today as tears burned your eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Nico attempted to calm you down, his voice quiet and steady, “I’m going to sit us up, okay?”

With your nod of approval, he wraps one of his arms around your waist and uses his other to push the two of you up into a sitting position. You’re slotted between his thighs and leaning your head against his shoulder now, making no point to move as your gaze darts around the sand court. The girls were walking away now, and the guys that had joined you were nowhere to be seen. It was just the Hischier’s and you all over again. 

“You should have let me,” Nina complained, throwing her hands in the air as the two of them approached you, “She deserved it.”

“I’m just not too keen on bailing you out of jail,” Luca shook his head before letting his gaze fall on the scene in front of him, his brows raising cheekily, “What are you two doing?”

“Nico’s chain is stuck in my hair,” You flatly pointed out, tilting your head to the side so they can see the reason you’re currently pressed up against their baby brother. 

Nina and Luca crouch down beside you, gently taking the chain in their fingers as they closely inspect it to come up with a plan to free you. You have to bite back the occasional hiss when they pull too hard, choosing to slightly dig your nails into Nico’s thigh instead. The three of them fall silent behind you, and you know they’re doing that weird silent communication thing that you hate.

“Hey,” Nico nervously calls out your name, “Have I told you I loved you today?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about,” You snap, trying to keep your head in one spot in order to not pull on your hair. 

“We’re going to have to cut your hair,” Nina’s face appeared in front of you, her tone weary and eyes nervous, “Just the part that’s in the necklace! It’s not a lot, but none of us can undo it. Unless you want me to yank it out, but I don’t think that’s a good idea since the chain’s so fragile.”

You knew you had no choice, so you let out a defeated sigh in agreement before the two of them left to see if they could find any scissors. Letting yourself fall back against Nico, you sat there in silence and tried to convince yourself that the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest was merely a product of the sun beating down on you. It had absolutely nothing to do with the man behind you. Nothing at all. 

“I’m sorry,” Nico says, cutting through the uncomfortable silence around you. He has to keep his gaze on the small building behind the net because the second he looked down, his eyes were immediately drawn to your chest, and having you between his legs was hard enough for him. He was barely keeping it cool.

“It’s not your fault,” You grumble as you slightly wiggle your hips so that you’re more comfortable. Nico takes a sharp breath from behind you, but you ignore it to say, “Well, technically it was. She pushed me because she wanted you and for some reason thought I was a threat.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t take a direct hit to the head from Mr. Board Shorts on accident either,” He retaliated with a certain edge to his tone that you weren’t familiar with. It almost sounded like he was jealous, but you weren’t naive enough to let yourself think that. 

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the hilarity of it all; The two of you being targeted by people who were interested in the other. Not only did you and Nico have no interest in each other, at least that’s what you told yourself, but the two of you were now literally stuck together and everyone else had gone without another word. Though, if you were being honest, you were grateful that the guy didn’t make another pass at you, and you were even more grateful that Nina had ran the girl off. 

You told yourself it was because she would only cause more trouble and you didn’t want to deal with that on vacation, but it was becoming increasingly harder to convince yourself that was the only reason.

It wasn’t long until Luca came back and was able to carefully free your hair from its temporary prison. You quickly scrambled to your feet, letting out a sigh of relief as you dramatically stretched out your limbs. When you bent over to touch your toes, you heard the sound of someone being slapped on the chest followed by one of the boys laughing, but you didn’t bother to figure out what had happened or who it was. You simply wanted to go back to your chair and soak up as much sun as you could before dinner.

“You know,” Nina drawls as the four of you make your way back to your spot, “Why didn’t he just take his necklace off?”

Her words make your steps falter and your breath catch in your throat, sending you into a brief fit of coughs before you were able to recompose yourself. She had a good point, and the fact that the idea hadn’t even passed your mind once during the entire ordeal was odd. It was a simple solution, and the most obvious one, so why didn’t you think of it? 

“Listen,” She tries again, a light hint of amusement to her voice, “If you and Nico are a thing, I support you both. We’ve all been saying it’ll happen and it’s about ti–”

“No,” You loudly rushed out, heat rushing to your cheeks when you caught the attention of the two boys in front of you, “No, Nina. That isn’t happening. Ever. You know that.”

“If you say so,” She hums with a smug smirk making its way on her face, and you knew she didn’t believe you.

Hell, you weren’t even sure that you believed you.

Back at the hotel the four of you were staying at, you and Nina were getting ready for dinner with music softly playing in the background. The restaurant you were going to wasn’t necessarily fancy, but you still found yourself putting extra emphasis in your appearance. You made sure that every part of your hair was in place, that your lashes were perfect, and your lips had just the right amount of lip gloss on them. For no particular reason whatsoever, of course.

“I probably won’t be back until late tonight,” Nina calls out over her shoulder as she opens the door to the balcony.

“And where will you be,” You turn to her, brow quirked and eyes swimming with curiosity.

“Do you remember JJ,” She bashfully asks, her cheeks reddening when you let out an excited gasp, “He’s here on vacation with his friends and asked if I wanted to see him, and I said yes.”

You jumped to your feet as a shrill squeal echoed throughout the room, “Shut up! I knew you liked him!”

“Stop,” She playfully whines, throwing her head back for emphasis, “We’re just going to go down to the beach and talk.”

“Is talk code for fu-”

Nina was quick to cover your mouth with her hands, her eyes wide and face flushed at your teasing. She didn’t want her nosy brothers, who resided in the adjoining room, to get wind of what she had planned because, knowing them, they would find any way they could to interfere with her meetup. Once you quieted down, you begged her for more information, which she happily gave you until Luca opened the shared door to tell the two of you that it was time to go.

You and Nina shouted your understanding at him before you quickly slipped your sandals on your feet and grabbed your small purse that was on the dresser, right next to Nico’s hat. Stepping into the boy's room, you saw Luca seated on the edge of his bed scrolling on his phone, and Nico was, you assumed, in the bathroom. While Nina took the spot next to her brother, you took the few steps to the mirror that was hung on the wall to give your appearance a once over.

“Are they done yet,” Nico groaned as he pulled the door open, but he froze in his spot when he finds you standing in front of him.

Blood rushes to Nico’s head the second he lays eyes on you, a blue sundress hugging your body in all the right ways, and it was like he was a teenager seeing you in a bathing suit for the first time all over again. He catches your eye in the mirror, breath catching in his throat when he notices your raised brows, and the slight blush to your cheeks. Everything he had felt for you all these years was beginning to bubble to the surface, the threat of it all boiling over increasing with each minute he spent around you, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. Especially not with you looking like that.

“What? Have you never seen a girl in a dress before,” You goad, swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat to poke fun at him.

“Oh, I’ve seen plenty,” He quickly recovers, not missing the way your face briefly twists in anger at his insinuation.

“Okay,” Luca interjects, shaking his head in amusement as he rises to his feet, “We’re leaving before you two get into it or we’ll be here all night.”

The restaurant was only a fifteen minute walk, and, fortunately for everyone, it was a nice enough evening that no one complained. You walked beside Nina, talking amongst yourselves about what you wanted to do for the rest of the trip, and the boys walked ahead talking about their upcoming training sessions. Small moments like this meant the most to you because they reminded you that no matter what they did or where they went off to, the four of you could always fall back into the same routines when you were together. 

After the hostess guided you to your table, Nina and Luca were quick to take the seats on one side of the table, forcing you and Nico to sit next to each other. It was a tactic you were both used to, so neither of you paid them any mind as you fell into the chair. However, what you were not used to, was Nico slinging his arm across the back of your chair and slightly scooting closer to you. You were giving him a pointed look, mouth dropped open to ask him what the hell he was doing, but the sound of a familiar voice smothered your chances.

“Hey guys,” Mr. Green Eyes beams, now clad in a work uniform with a name tag that says ‘Ruben’.

You slyly bumped Nico’s arm off your chair before you leaned forward, meeting his gaze with a soft smile, “Hey! Nice to see you again.”

“Back at you,” He lightly laughs, his eyes quickly flitting down to your chest and back up again, “What are you guys drinking?”

When Ruben walked off, you glanced at Nico who had a scowl on his face as he fiddled with the end of the armrest. You choose to leave him to himself, not entirely sure what you’d even say considering the two of you had never had that kind of relationship, and fell into conversation with the two across from you. 

By the time dinner was over, Nico’s mood hadn’t improved in the slightest. In fact, it seemingly worsened with each flirtatious look, or lingering comment that Ruben had thrown your way. His siblings tried getting him to lighten up, to enjoy the dinner rather than stew in whatever was going on in his head, but their efforts were fruitless. He was too far gone, and the only person who could drag him back was someone who rarely wanted anything to do with him. At least, that’s what he thought.

Nina waited half an hour after getting back to the hotel to set out on her secret date with the promise that she would give you every detail when she got back, leaving you alone with only the muffled sound of the TV on the other side of the wall filling the room. You scrolled on your phone for a while, answering messages you hadn’t gotten to throughout the day, and sending your mom pictures of your trip so far. Movement on the balcony caught your eye, forcing your attention away from your phone in an attempt to figure out which Hischier it was.

You saw Nico through the breaks in the curtain as he grasped at the railing of the balcony, and you could tell that something was bothering him based on the way his shoulders were nearly at his ears. With your phone discarded on your bed, you debated with yourself on whether or not you should go outside. While you weren’t particularly close with Nico, you do care about him, and you were slowly starting to accept that you cared far more than you thought you did. Before you were able to talk yourself out of it, you were climbing off the bed and making your way outside.

“Hey,” You hesitantly called out, nerves clawing at every inch of your skin as you stepped through the door. 

“Hey,” He responds, not bothering to mask the surprise in his voice as he turns around so he’s fully facing you. He was still wearing the thin button-up shirt, but the sleeves were now pushed up his forearm and the first couple of buttons were undone. It was a simple look, one of disarray and disorder, but it was making it hard for you to focus.  “Where’s Nina?”

“She’s out,” You shrug, avoiding eye contact with him before quickly deflecting back to him, “Are you okay?”

Nico raises his brows at the way you quickly maneuver the situation away from his sister, but he doesn’t press any further. Instead, he takes you in from head to toe, drinking in the way you look under the soft lights still clad in your sundress from dinner. The thoughts, the images, that were passing through his mind were far from pure, and it was taking every ounce of willpower he had to keep it all tucked away. Nico had always taken pride in his self-control, but he was beginning to crack under the pressure that was you, and he knew it was only a matter of time before it caved in on him.

“Nico,” You tried again, throat drying as he stood there in silence, “Are you okay? Where’s Luca?”

“He’s asleep,” He waved off, forcing him to look away from you before he continued, “I’m okay. I’m surprised you’re not off with Romeo somewhere.”

Romeo? Who the hell was he talking about? You hadn’t even met a— Oh.

“Are you talking about Ruben,” You prodded, taking a few steps closer so that you were less than a foot away from him, “Why would I be with him?”

“You two seemed pretty into each other,” His attempt to appear nonchalant was failing miserably. His jaw was clenched, his stare hard, and pointed at the wall behind you. Even a baby would be able to tell that he was bothered.

“I mean, he’s cute, yeah,” You shrugged, absentmindedly toying with the neckline of your dress, “But I don’t have any plans to actually see him. It’s just harmless flirting, something I’m sure he does with all the tourists.” 

“Are you su—,” Nico falters when he lets his gaze fall on you and his focus is pulled to your chest, but he promptly regroups, “Are you sure? You seemed pretty invested at dinner.”

“Why do you care,” You rush out before he’s even finished speaking, slowly growing frustrated,  “You've never cared before, so why do you care now? Do you guys think he’s a bad guy and you don’t want to tell me? No one said anything about beach girl flirting with you.”

“We didn’t have to sit through an entire dinner of that,” He snaps, regretting his tone as soon as it came out. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before saying, “By the way, she gave me your sunglasses back. They’re on the desk.”

You visibly stiffened at his casual release of information, but you try to appear cool and collected as you ask, “When did you see her? Did you give her your room number or something?”

The idea alone made you physically nauseous. It makes your skin crawl with undeniable jealousy that you have no right to. Nico wasn’t your boyfriend, he wasn’t your anything, but the thought of him being hers felt wrong. 

“No, I saw her when I was walking around before dinner,” He shakes his head, his gaze flitting across your face. The corners of his mouth twitched when he noticed the storm of emotions brewing in your eyes, and he felt that much closer to getting you to admit it. To admit that you were just as jealous as he was because you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. “Why does it matter if she has my room number?” 

“Why does it matter that Ruben was flirting with me,”  You press, tilting your head as you peer up at him. The way Nico had been acting mirrored your own behavior, a glaring fact you had been brushing off in fear that it was your mind playing into your growing fantasy, but not even you could ignore the way he was looking at you right now.

His brown eyes bore into your own almost tauntingly, as if he was trying to lure you into something you’d both been trying to fight off for far too long. The desire to close the gap between the two of you, to kiss him with everything you had, was becoming almost painful, but you weren’t ready to take the leap. Not unless he jumped first.  

“It doesn’t,” He gruffly lets out, pushing himself off the railing so he’s standing at his full stature as he further closes the gap between you, “Unless you wanted more from him, then it matters.”

“What if I did,” You snark, testing him to see just how far you could go until he bent. 

His gaze darkens as your empty words echo around him, his jaw ticking before a smug smirk works its way on his face and he says, “Say it like you mean it, and I might believe you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Was I not convincing enough,” You jeer, “Why don’t I just go back and find Ruben then? He said he gets off work at ten, I think I can make it in time to catch him.”

You cockily spin on your heels to storm back inside, but you barely take two steps before Nico’s hand wraps around your wrist and he’s roughly tugging you back towards him. Your hands instinctively come out to brace you, grasping at his chest as you let out a startled grunt. The material of his shirt was cool under your sweaty palms, blood pounding in your ears and nerves sparking from being so close to him. It was dizzying. It was exhilarating. 

Through a shaky breath, you let your eyes trail up his chest and to his face, meeting his intense gaze as his chest heaves under your touch. Time seems to still around you, the sounds of vacation goers and local laughter fading until it was just the two of you. Standing on the balcony. Waiting to see who was finally going to dive headfirst into whatever it was between you.

Nico jumped first.

His hands flew to cradle your jaw as he surges forward, slamming his lips on your own in the kind of kiss that was desperate, urgent and demanding for more. Your hands balled his shirt in your palms as you kissed him back with every ounce of desire you had in you, your tongue slipping into his mouth to deepen the kiss. Everything you had been suppressing, everything you had been denying to yourself for God knows how long was coming apart at the seams, pouring out of you as your mouth moved against his.

He breathlessly pulls away from you, his hand grasping your own as he hastily drags you back into your room and shuts the door behind him. He perches himself on the edge of your bed before guiding you onto his lap, your dress scrunching around your hips as you straddle his thighs. His hands roamed down to your waist, his gaze briefly softening when he met yours as if he was silently asking you if this was still okay. You respond by kissing him. Hard. 

Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers grasping at the roots as he kisses you with a sense of possessiveness you didn’t know he was capable of. He was taking over in every sense, his mouth dominating your own, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your hips as he grinds you down against him, and you let him. It shocked you, how willing you were to surrender yourself to him, but you didn’t care. You were drunk on the feeling of his mouth against yours, and that was all you wanted to think about.

“You looked,” His lips fell to your jaw, “Amazing,” Down to your neck, “Tonight.” 

“I kno–,” You cut yourself off with a breathy moan as he sucked at the sensitive skin, “You thought so. You kept looking at my boobs.”

It was hard not to,” His deep voice vibrates against you, sending a shiver down your back, “It’s always hard not to. I know you look at me, too.”

“Yeah, I do,” You whimper when you feel his teeth slightly bite down, “You know you’re attractive. Girls look at you all the time.” 

“I don’t care about them,” He shamelessly admits between kisses to your neck, “I only notice you.”

Your stomach flips, your heart skipped a beat, your knees felt weak, your mind went hazy... You felt every cliche emotion they talk about in books wash over you while Nico’s words rang in your ears. He only notices you. You tried to search for a fault in his admission, but you couldn’t. You weren’t able to think of a single time in the last few years that he truly appeared interested in a girl when you were around, and you couldn’t remember any times that you felt genuine interest in any guys when he was. It was always meaningless flirting because you’d always been too preoccupied with pushing his buttons, but maybe it had been more than that.

Hell, there was no maybe about it. You can’t lie to yourself. Not anymore.

“Nico,” You utter, placing your hands on his shoulders to carefully push him away so that he was looking at you, “What do you mean?”

You knew what you wanted him to mean, but you needed to hear him say it. It wasn’t real until he said it out loud.

“Is it not obvious,” He nervously chuckles, “I’m in love with my sister’s best friend.” 

“Oh,” You feign a defeated sigh as you glance at the wall behind him, “I won’t tell Fran about this, then.”

“Ha ha,” Nico deadpans, squeezing your hips to gain your attention again, “Very funny, but you know what I mean. I hope.”

“Wait,” You suddenly freeze, panic flooding your veins as your head spins with reality, “Oh my god. Nina! She’s going to be so pissed at me. I just made out with her baby brother and almost–”

“Hey,” Nico’s voice smothers your own, your name delicately slipping through his lips as his thumbs rub circles on your skin, “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure she was the first person to find out how I feel about you, and she’s okay with it. She did tell me if I broke your heart, she’d hit me with my own hockey stick.”

“Are you sure,” You ask earnestly, trying to steady your breathing and calm your heart. Though with Nico still pressed between your legs, that’s nearly impossible. 

“Yes,” He affirms, gaze soft yet firm, letting you know that he was being sincere, “I’m sure. She hasn’t stopped asking me when I was going to tell you how I feel since she’s known.”

Slowly, you feel yourself getting further away from the ledge of potentially losing your best friend, but the longer you think about it, you realize Nico was right. For the last couple of summers, Nina had been throwing purposeful comments or making calculated moves in regards to her brother, but you’d been too wrapped in convincing yourself you didn’t like him to notice. She knew you better than you knew yourself at times, and it seems that your feelings for the man beneath you were no exception. No matter how much you tried to deny it or kept it hidden, she saw right through it all. 

She was simply waiting for you to accept it on your own terms, but what was wrong with a little subtle help?

“I do,” You thickly swallow after a lapse of silence, your fingers absentmindedly toying with his hair, “Know what you mean, by the way. I’m going to be honest, I don’t know if I’m in love with you, because that’s a pretty big jump for me and it’s terrifying, but I might be. I do like you a lot, probably a lot more than I thought was possible, and I’d like to see where this can go. If you would want that.”

“I get it,” He reassures you, sensing the slight shift in tension, “I didn’t expect you to say it back, I just wanted you to know. I know it’s confusing because we’ve spent so much time ‘hating’ each other, but I want nothing more than to see where this takes us.”

You meant it when you said it was terrifying, but if there was one thing you knew about life, it was that sometimes the scariest beginnings can have the most beautiful endings. Things with Nico were going to be different and you were likely going to put your limits to the test with his hectic life, but you were willing to figure it all out with him. You were willing to take the leap as long as he went with you. 

Though, for now? For now, you wanted to kiss him until your lips were swollen and you could barely breathe, and you did just that. The two of you spent who knows how long tangled together, kissing each other with the kind of desperation and fervent need that required locked doors and warning texts sent out to Nina. Each time your lips met acted as a promise, a silent vow that this was only the tip of the iceberg and there was so much more to come.

It wasn’t until you saw remnants of the sunset filtering in through the cracks in the curtain that the two of you reluctantly relaxed. Nico’s arms were tightly wrapped around you, almost as if he was afraid you wouldn’t be there when he woke up, and you finally let yourself drift off into sleep feeling more excited about the future than you ever had before. 

It turns out, everyone had been right all along. It was never a matter of if you were going to end up with Nico. It was always a matter of when.

[kokoch4nel]

how am i supposed to do friends here

ttm i swear im nicencool

[deblklesb]

[Three Strikes — Abby x Reader OneShot]

[established relationship, fem! reader, MDNI]

CW: name calling, semi-public masturbation, dom!abby, humiliation, degradation, pussy slapping, face grabbing, dacryphilia, edging, sub!reader, after care (more like middle care i guess?), the safeword isn't mentioned but it's already established too.

a/n: this took me TOO long to finish but i did it!!! anon tell me if you enjoy it, i truly hope you do 💗💗 reblogs keep the word turning y'all

word count: 3,6k | not proof read

The whole day Abby couldn't keep her hands to herself, but it was driving you insane.

On a beautiful, sunny day, you both were at a family party. Her father was retiring from the hospital and everyone was celebrating this new phase of his life. There was tons of food and a bunch of relatives, children running around, a nice music filling the air and the smell of the barbecue being prepared were messing with your senses already.

As a very socially embarrassed person, you always tried to keep a good impression in front of her family: being in your best behavior, smiling to each relative, answering questions and engaging in conversations as well as you could. Demanded too much of your social battery, but at the end of the day you could always try to put an effort for her, it was worth it.

But here's the thing: today, Abby wasn't in her best behavior. She kept touching you, kissing your neck, pushing you to empty corners, sneaking out to her old bedroom just to have an alone time. You both couldn't do much, so it was frustrating and painful and it was killing you inside. That ache between your legs grew at each sneak out, you always ended up with heart racing and bewildered in front of her relatives later, trying so hard to keep your mind in the right place. For God's sake, you had to hide a prominent bite from her 58 year-old aunt during a conversation, and the whole time Abby was looking at you from the other side of the room like she could undress you, with those piercing blue-eyes, from afar. The heat crept up your body; damn her and her effect on you.

"You have to stop!" Your voice cracked when she kissed your shoulder, strong hands on your waist pulling you closer while she bent to taste the skin on your cleavage. More time and you would surrender completely inside that bedroom, making a scene that would send her grandma into a cardiac arrest. Still, you had both arms around her shoulders.

"Just a little bit, hun…", her voice would make you crazy. "You're looking so good, being all polite today"

"Fuck, Abigail Anderson!" Finally you pushed her, adjusting your dress even though all you wanted was to come back and let her do her thing with you. Then you held her face and stared at her. "You have got to stop!"

And it was the look in her eyes that said it all: you were never demanding, never this aggressive, and it was the first strike. Not seriously, like in a relationship dynamic, but more when talking about… Sexual dynamic. She was the dominant one, you love to surrender, and talking back is a no-no. You could already feel that ache growing just by her expression. Fuck, maybe talk back wouldn't be that bad…

"Okay", was all she said, face still between your palms. "I got a bit carried away"

And she didn't say anything further. Although the conversation ended there and you gave her a small kiss before leaving the bedroom, something in the back of your mind reiterated that it wasn't as simple as that.

Later, after lunch, you got up from your place to drink a glass of water and when you came back those same hands pulled you closer, while she opened space for you to sit comfortably on her lap.

"I remember Abby always asked to go to the hospital with me. No matter how much I refused, she kept asking. One time, I swear, she cried until I agreed to take her. No doubt she ended up working inside a hospital", her father was talking and making people chuckle about it. Abby, on the other hand, roller those beautiful eyes and smirked.

"Come on, dad! Don't need to expose me like that"

"There's not much to expose, love, we all know you're a brat", you murmur under the hem of the cup, before sipping the water.

It was a simple comment only for her to hear, but apparently it went louder than expected and now a bunch of people were laughing.

"Damn right! When she was little I had to deal with scenes when she wanted to watch cartoons", her aunt said back.

Your face heats up, insides twirling under the aspect of being in the center of the attention, and while smiling fondly your girlfriend rests her face on your arm.

"That's strike two, babe", why the fuck her voice always sounds so good when whispering?

Her hand presses your waist and you clench the thighs, almost choking with the water.

The moment passes as a sign on the road, and when you notice you both are saying good-byes to everyone. The night is fresh and starry, and as Abby drove to your shared apartment you kept looking at her.

Calmer now, with the thought of going home in mind and the relief of not being around that many people, you relax in your seat and take in the sight of her.

Her eyes are locked on the road in concentration, lips calling for you as she keeps driving. Her side profile is really gorgeous, just like every other detail that makes you quiver just by thinking about it. You distinctly remember being so intimidated by her at first, because she was so serious and stressed.

You both met at the hospital, when you had to check in due to an injury so bad people thought you needed surgery. Abby was the professional at the emergency, and after taking a look at you she ran out to receive another patient, pretty much stressed out with the movement in the room. You barely talked, since you were in pain and trying to hide the embarrassment of needing an emergency treatment because of a stupid game.

"You said you were doing what?", she asked when she came back to check on you.

"Dancing on a coffee table", you murmur, pain significantly less intense after the medication.

"Now why would you do that?" She was looking at the medication bags, but you still felt your face getting warm and looked to the other side.

"I lost a game", and after she chuckled you rolled your eyes. "Come on, I'm sure I'm not the most stupid person in this room"

"Oh, you're absolutely not!" Her voice was different now, and when you turned back at her a fond smile adorned her pretty features. After adjusting the bags, she leaned over closer to your ear. The sudden lack of space startled you, but there was no time to process before she started talking again. And that was the first time you melted under her voice. "See that guy there? Swallowed a bunch of small plastic soldiers just to show off to his friends"

"What?!", you widen your eyes while she laughs, a cute little giggle.

"Last week a woman got here with a deodorant cap inside of her"

"What? But how-", the answer to the unfinished question comes when she just looks back at you, eyebrows a little bit arched, and then you're feeling your face getting warmer again. "Oh… Jesus"

And you both laugh together.

Looking back, you still don't know how you'd end up with her. But as much of an unexpected event, you're so glad you did it because you get to love the most amazing woman on earth.

"Why are you looking at me like that, babe?" She smirks when noticing you staring, all cocky and flustered. You're so dumb for her.

"Nothing", you smile back, a hand traveling to her thigh. "Just admiring you…"

"Liking the view?"

"Too much" An idea sparkles so bright you can't deny yourself the opportunity. You have to contain the smile, but not later the words come out. "You were very touchy today…"

"Yeah, you look too nice in this dress, still can't believe you put it on just to impress my family", she chuckles, a hand caressing your own exposed leg. "You know you didn't had to"

"I was kinda in the mood", she just hums in response, eyes on the road. "Y'know, it was a big surprise you didn't take advantage of it to touch me more, you were so clingy…"

"I didn't… Well, I certainly thought about it. But why are you talking about it now, you sure didn't let me go further then"

"Because we were in your family house and I didn't want to cause a scene", your fingers on her leg travel further in between her thighs, and then your free hand is doing the same with yourself. "But I can't deny I surely thought about it too"

She looks at you briefly, already getting the idea you're setting here. You know very well the traffic won't let you get home that fast, and how she takes driving seriously so she won't do anything while there. So Abby won't touch you at all… But that doesn't mean you can do it yourself.

"No. Don't do this", her voice is warning, serious now, and you recognize the tone because it's what she uses with you in the bedroom.

"But love, you won't be doing anything, you can drive", she hates every second of it as soon as your legs separate a bit and your hand go down inside your dress. She hates it, because all she wants it's to touch you herself.

And so you do. You fucking masturbate in the car, moaning and biting your lips, arching your chest, letting yourself go by the sudden desire that hits your body as soon as you get to see Abby in all her glory in a most private place.

By the time you get home, the adrenaline of the situation made the high easier and so you're soon hopping out of the car, legs kinda shaky. But your girlfriend was now pissed, fuming, silent and serious - and, oh, after so many times in that relationship you learned that silent and serious Abby is the most dangerous Abby.

She doesn't say a word on the elevator, the waiting thickening the tension as you both stand close inside the moving cabin. Her fingers are uneasy, like she's restraining herself to act up, and you just can imagine where they will be later that night.

As soon as the doors open, she walks out and goes on a beeline to the door. Glancing at her, you almost stop on track with her stare, so fucking piercing it could unravel you.

That was probably too far.

"That was strike three", she whispers as you unlock the door.

You expected her to take you as soon as you both get inside, but she doesn't. Instead, she proceeds like per usual, still restless, but your mind just stops functioning for a second because she's acting casually. Taking her shoes off, going to take a shower, making small talk.

The tension inside of you keeps growing, anxiety creeping, and a bit of disappointment making you pout everytime she gets closer but doesn't act. At some point she just gave you a peck on the lips and called you cute, but went sitting on the couch to watch something you were definitely not interested about. The sight of her in sweat pants and tank top made you quiver, why is she so fucking hot all the time?

In the meantime you also showered and changed clothes, and after all you end up standing in the living room, staring at her.

This isn't fair. She spent the whole day trying to get into you, and when you're finally ready she just ignores you? Leaving you needy like that?

"Abs, what's that all about?" You finally puts out, still standing.

"What, babe?" She briefly looks at you before turning to the TV again and it makes you extremely mad. She definitely notices the single shirt covering your body and stays quiet.

"You're… You're ignoring me", your demeanor changes, less pissed and more sulking.

"What? What are you talking about, come here", she taps the place next to her on the couch, where you sit. Her big, warm hand rests on your thigh as she looks at you more attentively. "What is it?"

"It's just… I thought you were… We would- You know", the words are a mess. It frustrates you to not be able to communicate, but after that overstimulating day you want nothing more than to step back and relax. Processing words it's not a part of the ideal scenario.

"Oh, you mean… You thought I would fuck you?" She's still casual about it, which deepens your sulking. You nod, receiving an arching of her brows. "Oh, so this is what this is about?" Before you can answer, she just throws: "You were so caught up in your little game that you forgot that stuff doesn't go just as you wish… Poor baby, sometimes you're such a dumb slut", she sulks in mocking.

Your face gets warmer as you find it harder to speak, too stunned. And she chuckles.

The sudden humiliation gets into your body in the form of a wetness between your legs and a sinking sensation in your stomach, the two things added to a deep need to look away. But you refuse to, you can't let her have that much so soon.

"Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Yes", you nod again, legs instinctively turning to her a bit as you lean closer now. Her hand caresses your skin, thumb going down in between your thighs as she looks at you like she's playing.

"What's the magical word?" Her breath reaches your face and you are so close now, the desperate need to kiss her growing inside. Fuck her.

"Please", you whisper, nose touching hers.

"Open your legs", she instructs.

You obliged, her hand traveling to hold your leg in that position whilst the free one lightly touched your core. The anticipation for long was consuming you from inside out, and the additional contact, just where you needed, was igniting the fire.

"Oh, look at that…!" She smiles at the perception that you're not using panties. "My sweet slut it's showing off"

The experience passes like a blur into your mind until she finally takes your shirt off and lays you down into the couch. After she almost made you cum once but left you hanging there, whiny and desperate, so close to begging after just a moment of her touches.

You moan so loud when she holds your face into a strong hand of hers, and the other sinks two of her fingers into your wet pussy. It's not just the overstimulation after you got so close to that high. It's all the tension from before, the way she keeps laughing and chuckling at the way you move your hips and her stare.

"Taking it so well, you're such a whore right?" You nod, remembering how she doesn't like when you don't answer. "Yes, yes you are. Needy and ready for being fucked, this pussy dripping when you think of me", you nod again and again.

Inside that river of sensations you scratch her back and arms. She gasps, digits massaging your insides as you tip into that high again.

Just the grip on your chin and the closeness would be enough to get you drunk on her massive presence. The way some strands of honey-blonde hair fall around your face, her bulky body on top of yours, the heat radiating from her. It's madness, it's like hypnosis. But right now she also fucking you so raw, so deep, and you just wanna scream with the amount of feelings inside. Your hips buckle up and your nipples are hard with the exposure, you just wanna come all around.

"Abby, please, I wanna… Fuck, I'm gonna-"

And she fucking retracts again. Her fingers get out from between your walls and you moan in desperation, small nails digging into her flesh the best it can as tears start to come.

"Fuck no, no, no, no", you shake your head, absolutely helpless with tears rolling down your face, before your girlfriend slaps your exposed pussy.

"Hungry bitch", you squeal with her velvety voice, body trembling under the slaps. Your core is already so fucking sensitive but it doesn't hurt like someone outside would imagine. No, the sting makes you clench around absolutely nothing and you think you just get wetter with pleasure. "Why are you crying, hm? Tell me, fucking say it"

"I wanna come, fuck", the pronunciation it's not the same since she's still holding your face, but you don't care. You'll let her humiliate you like this, have you begging for more, if it meant you could come just once with her fucking you. "Fuck me until I come, Abs, please"

Your face heats. She really can get you like that after edging you just twice. Any other time you'd take more of that torture, but not today. Not after a whole day of teasing.

"My mouth of my fingers, choose fast", and she fucking keeps going with all the teasing because she knows you can't function that fast in moments like this.

You freeze for a second, still processing the question, when she slaps your pussy once more and you clench, moaning. That would make you cry again.

"Mouth or fingers", her tone it's firmer but you can see she's enjoying this whole thing. She's probably soaking wet herself.

"Mouth! Mouth, your mouth"

And she's soon kneeling in front of the couch, lips connecting to your dripping core as fast as she can and you gasp. Her face between your thighs is a sight to be admired, especially considering the way she seems so hungry. Abby eats you out like a starving woman, using her tongue in the best way while her strong hands push your legs open. The vision, added to the sensations of the wet contact and the explicit sounds, makes you tremble.

Riding her face like a desperate, you hold her head and pull it in the direction of your pussy, like that way she'll do more, your high will come faster. But really it doesn't make any difference to her, or she's just keeping the same tempo to piss you off. In spite of that, the way her tongue tortuously laps your core starts to take moans and gasps out of you. You're already too stimulated, something tells your body won't wait for long before tipping down into that high again. And Abby knows it.

Deviously, she increases her ministrations gradually and holds you in place. The contact of her hands on your thighs almost makes your skin burn. Your nipples rigid against the cold air, toes curling and choppy breaths, eyes rolling back; you're a mess now.

Heat blooms in your core and a chill runs through your body, and then you're moaning louder. It's coming strong, and as soon as one of your hands grabs a cushion you call your girlfriend's name in warning. Abby goes faster, enjoying the view of you losing your mind on her mouth, without saying how much that makes her wet.

When you start to murmur her name non-stop, almost crying again, hips twitching and legs shaking, it comes. And it's cathartic the fact that she lets you finish this time. The release is mind-blowing.

Your back arch, every single sensation almost disappears for a second because you can only focus on that orgasm.

Abby holds you in place when you start to move, your legs trying to close around her head and your body contorting, trying to put a break into the overstimulation. She doesn't let it, though, continuing to taste you in her tongue and groaning against your soaked pussy.

"A-Abs!", you scream, pulling her hair again.

With a last fat lick, the blonde finally backs away with a devious smirk.

You still have twitching hips when she kisses your abdomen, trailing the caring act up your front until she can kiss your chest. Abby holds you by the waist and her heat involves every inch of you when she pecks your shoulder.

It all seems to pass through your vision like an out of body experience, but in contrast the tactile sensations are loud. You like having her close like this, and soon you're holding her face with all the care in the world to peck her lips over and over, still catching your breath.

"You okay, babe?" Abby smiles when you nod in response, faces so close you can feel her breath mixing with yours. "Wasn't too much?"

"It was perfect, love"

You wanted to stay like this forever and so as soon as she gets up you're making a face of discontent.

"Won't you… I wanted to make you feel good too"

Unlike yours her body still has all the clothes, which you just noticed because she decided to move away. Her hair is kinda messy and despite the look being to stay at home the woman still looks so gorgeous.

Thinking about the fact that she almost took your soul out minutes before, it's unfair you don't get to make her come too.

"Drink some water, sweetheart, and then we can continue. Okay?" Her voice comes from the kitchen, and you just get to verbally agree before she returns with a glass in hand.

The blonde sits next to you on the couch, caressing your neck and shoulders as you sip the liquid.

"You didn't think I would do just this after your joke in the car, right?" She whispers, smirking when you roll your eyes. Her hand rests on you exposed thigh, sensitive skin sending the feelings straight to your core. "You think you'll be that bold while I ride your face?"

[ilovewomenfr]

fics in the works🫡 abby’s is probably gonna be out some time next week. ellie’s is gonna be a slow burn series i think. xx.