#roommate!abby

[ohcaptains]

Pls I need more roommate Abby hc’s 😭

the way I could write these forever.

roommate!abby alwaysss texts you when she’s about to bring a girl over. they range from the casual, w a girl, or the drunken, w a girl, can’t promise she’ll be quiet😝 because as much as she’s lovely and polite, abby is a stone cold ladies man.

she does try though. she does try to be quiet. it’s usually not her making the noise anyway, because as she told you that one time, she’s a giver. the girls that leave abby’s room are always come drunk and dazed in the morning. they grin up at abby like she’s a saint, and as you sit at the kitchen table and watch the interaction, you can’t help but wonder just how good she is.

one time, the girl must have not known what quiet meant, because she was moaning and groaning through the wall. like that abby, she moaned, like that like that, and all of a sudden, her moans got muffled, abby grunting, just shut up and take it, as she covered the girls mouth with her palm.

your body actually shut down. you laid, rigid in bed, with your body trying to reboot itself as they fucked for at least another hour. the next morning, it was all you could think about as abby silently moved around you, mixing a protein shake.

roommate!abby likes to air dry. now, this is a problem, because she shares a house with someone who isn’t — unfortunately— her girlfriend, so she really has to pick her moments. usually, she just sneaks into her room and lounges naked in bed — muscular frame spread out wide, with her bicep flexing behind her head as she scrolled through her phone. one time, though, she hadn’t timed it correctly, and you walked in on her butt ass naked in the hallway. she’d frozen like a deer in headlights, standing there with her muscular back and perky ass out, hearing you yell, “abby what the fuck!”

when you have a girl spend the night, abby wants to know all about it. she pretends it’s because she wants you to share the wisdom, but really, she just wants to imagine how she could do it better. you figured out her motives quite quickly, so you’re detailed in your description.

abby would be laying with her head in your lap, and you’ll be explaining the events, watching her brows furrow and lips purse. “see, personally i would have continued to fuck you through the orgasm, but, if you enjoyed it.”

your relationship was confusing, and it broke all friendship protocol, but you both seemed to enjoy the teasing nature of it all.

roommate!abby is in love with you. or fancies you, at least. she openly flirts with you continuously, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

going on a night out? abby is your personal hypeman, coming up behind you in the mirror and gently clasping your hips, meeting your gaze and saying, you look hot as fuck.

you’re both handsy with each other, so it’s not an uncommon move on her part. she’ll pull your skirt down as you walk out of the door, then smack your ass, grinning as she says, go get em champ.

roommate!abby keeps her protein powder in the cuboard beside the fridge, and there is always a metal shaker bottle mixer ball draining beside the sink. her gym shoes take up half the hallway, and you’re always finding her workout straps dotted around the house. one time, you collected all of her shit and dumped it on her bed.

she was shoving her foot into a shoe, and had immediately knew what the problem was when she turned around as you threw your hands up and said, "I'm done!" "come on, baby--" "no abby. you keep your shit in here from now on, okay?"

sometimes, roommate!abby wakes you up in the middle of the night.

you’ll hear her soft voice, and turn over your shoulder, finding her slipping under your duvet and getting into bed with you. when it first started happening, she said it was because your mattress was comfier. but really, you knew it was because she suffered from nightmares, so you always let her snuggle into the back of your neck, and take her hand and hold it to your belly.

you always wake up pressed into the hard planes of her chest, her muscular arms keeping you locked against her. “abby,” you would mumble, trying to pull away, but the girl would groan something incoherent, tugging you closer.

sometimes, in the middle of the night, she kisses your forehead. whispers a small, thank you in your skin before passing out again. you've never told her about it.

[sweetercalypso]

not sure if you’re taking requests/prompts rn (you can ignore if your are not!) <3

but please expand more on roommate!abby something fluffy/angsty im stupid so I cant think of any scenario specifically– but anything you come up with i’ll be happy! roommate!abby is one my favourite abby variants ever 😭

Okay but roommate!Abby who calls you her housewife even though you’re not dating because you fill the role so perfectly!!

She comes home one day and you’re doing dishes with the radio on so she slides up behind you and puts her hands on your hips and sways with you, murmuring a soft “I missed you” against your shoulder.

And she brings flowers home for you all the time because she loves when you fawn over her for being so sweet. They sit in a vase on the kitchen table and every time Abby walks past them, she comments about how they’re “not as pretty as you”.

When her friends invite her out but she doesn’t feel like going, she’ll tell them she has plans with “the wife”, which means you’ll be laying together on the couch and watching movies all night.

She’d much rather spend time with you anyway.

[saviorellie]

roommate!abby headcannons.

pairing : abby anderson x reader pov : second person, she/her pronouns warning(s) : none !! just fluff ! college abby obvi ! notes : you know roomie headcannons are my specialty

roommate!abby was randomly selected by your uni

before you guys met, all you knew was her name. you didn’t look her up on instagram or facebook . you kinda just hoped that she was cool

(she was the coolest btw)

roommate!abby is just sooohdshksdhd sweet

she’s tough and nonchalant (and dare i say… a little mean) to everyone else

but she is putty in your hands

she has girls (and… men) falling to her feet around campus but she only has eyes for YOU

as soon as she walks in the door of your dorm, the furrow in her eyebrows goes away

roommate!abby always picks up your favorite food from the dining hall on her way in because she knows you’ll be too tired to go down there after your classes

if you have an 8am and abby doesn’t, she’ll wake up early anyway just so she can see you before you leave for the day

but god forbid you accuse her of having a crush on you???

“i thought you didn’t have an 8am class?” “i don’t i just have uh an um and uh [some bullshit reason]” “… right”

roommate!abby’s love language is acts of service 100%

from buying you dinner or remembering to put the ice tray back in the freezer because she knows you won’t drink water if there’s not ice in it

“do you wanna watch a movie with me?” is her favorite line

i feel like abby is alwayssss cold

she thinks it’s funny to put her cold on hands on the back of you neck or your face if you’re sitting on the couch together

or she’ll be like “ my hands are so cold

roommate!abby is soooooo obsessed with yousdjfdjfsdf

if you’re feeling sick, she is ready with ibuprofen or cold medicine and a warm bath on standby

if you’ve gone shopping, she basically begs for a try on haul and then forgets to breath when you show her

abby anderson kinesiology major (i’m right)

roommate!abby hatessss a party

she would much much much rather just spend the night getting boxed wine drunk with you in your little apartment :’(

she’s an affectionate drunk :’(((((

she has had to stop herself for confessing her love to you while wine drunk so many times

roommate!abby would 100% give you the sweetest little nicknames (she likes watching you blush)

"sweet girl" and "pretty girl" and "my star" when she's proud of you :,)))))

she lovessss putting "my" in front of a nickname, it's as close as she'll get to asking you out

she's sooksjdksj sweet :,((((((

[elslovers]

ok listen listen listen- reader is super irritated (for wtv reason u want) and abby notices after how every little thing is getting under ur skin n eventually u just lash out/ give roommate!abby hella attitude bc you can’t help it and you js need abby to comfort u (defo not self reflection)

HAVE ME

roommate!abby x reader

summary : reader is stressed beyond belief and every little thing that is said or done only serves to push them closer to their inevitable meltdown - luckily roommate!abby is there to support them through it &lt;3

the fan whirls beside you and the sound is like nails on a chalkboard why was it so hot all the time? why did you decide to move to California in the first place?

your hands were shaking over the keys of your laptop the blue light straining your eyes you could feel the tears forming before your mind ever knew you were about to cry

it was all just too much for you to handle you’d always been a nurturing person it’s just who you are your brain has always been hardwired to take care of people - and all you ever do is take care of people your friends lives were a disaster every last one of them Jesse and Dina have found themselves in this over dramatic will they won’t they relationship and every time they decide they will not your left to pick the shards for both of their bruised hearts and ellie - ellie can’t commit to a major let alone a girlfriend which is always causing problems in one way or a other because her favorite of women? ones in relationships

you were always there

holding their hand making sure they stayed stable stayed all together without you they would all fall apart and you knew it

but you have always been prisoner to your own mind and college was surly no different you felt like an alien among the human always second guessing every move you made every word you spoke it was exhausting feeling unsure every second of every day you surrounded yourself in people and their problems but at the end of the day you were alone and you knew it

Abby was aware of this mood to say the absolute least it was downright impossible to ignore

you threw open your bedroom door a resounding huff exhaling from your lips as your slippers muffled the stomps of your feet leading into the kitchen - this was bordering on a temper tantrum and you were to worked up to feel as embarrassed as you should be

you opened the cabinet eyes scanning furiously through the display of mugs the two of you had collected only to find your favorite one dirty disregard in the bottom of the sink

this was the final nail in the coffin of your day

you let a small sob echo through your chest head hanging down in defeat lip starting to tremble as you wrapped your arms around yourself like a wall of protection

you could already here the sound of heavy footsteps and that only served to make your tears flow harder and faster then before your whole body trembling and face red by the time abby reached you

“oh…oh shit…”

her voice was cautious as she approached you the sight of you here now sobbing in the kitchen in the same shirt you wore yesterday and the day before draped off of you like a security blanket only confirmed what she’d been worried about for weeks now

your breakdown was invitable

Abby knew how exhausted you were really how could she not your major was demanding to begin with but the pressure you placed on yourself was greater then any work load could ever be she has often found you knees tucked to your chest at the kitchen table laptop nuzzled under your finger tips as you threatened to burn holes into the keys with one hand and guzzled coffee from your special mug with the other

but she also knew your major and personal pressures weren’t the only thing edging you closer to this spiral

your friends weren’t bad people by any means but she saw how much you took care of everyone bringing them home when they got too drunk which was too often for her liking- she didn’t mind the people more so the way it forced you to be the sober responsible one - the one who never cut loose so everyone else could it never sat right with her

she didn’t like the late night calls - almost every night because Dina couldn’t get her shit together not became the noise kept her up but because it all kept you up being everyone’s therapist seemed to be your main purpose

and that never sat right with her

because if your running around taking care of everyone who the hell is taking care of you? no one it seemed

but abby was going to change that if it killed her

she’s been trying slowly but surely you aren’t eager to accept her help to let her clean up after you for a change to let her to cook for you because god knows you aren’t eating enough to

but tonight it was clear to her you needed more you didn’t need her small acts of kindness

you needed her

“hey hey hey…”

her voice cooed as she made her way over to your trembling figure

“we’re gonna breathe together okay love? in with me…one…two…three…now it out”

you follow her words like gospel respecting the steps until the shaking slowly starts to slip through the cracks allowing the embarrassment to slip in

you must seem so weak

“fuck… i’m sorry- to interrupt you or whatever i’m fine really i’m good-“

you attempt to wave her off regardless of the tears flowing down your face

but it’s clear your attempt failed when her hands firmly grab your waist attempting to guide you over to the couch

alarm bells of every shape size and color are sounding off in your mind all you can think is how weak you seem how Abby can’t unsee this from here on out you’ll be her weak sad mentally unstable lonely roommate who could never be anything more

and then everything in boils over

“get the fuck off of me? okay? I don’t need- this I don’t need your stupid fucking pity”

you watch as abby’s eyes grow wide a small hint of hurt registering across her stoic face your heart is telling you to knock it off to fall into what you crave more then anything right now

her comfort

but you can’t seem to tell your mind to be quiet

“I don’t- I don’t need this or you or anyone I don’t need my fucking roommate treating me like some goddamn baby- is how you get your girls? wait for them to me all small and weak and cry over a goddamn coffee mug then you swoop in all strong and stoic and try and save them? well fuck off abby because it isn’t going to work”

you heard yourself saying all these mean things you wanted to stop but it all felt so distant all the rage projecting onto the one person in this world who really didn’t deserve it

your relationship with Abby has straddled the boundary between platonic and something more since you moved in

it was natural by now

you liked the blurred lines the hand on your hip before her dates the winks when you step out of the shower the cheeky comments just to make you blush before class

but right now it all felt to much

you were everything to everyone else in your life when all you wanted to be was everything to her

and now you feared you may become nothing to her at all

not a friend not a lover not a companion

just a roommate

but abby wasn’t letting that happen

she knew you you’d spend months cohabitating to think she didn’t was foolish on your part you let things build you let the pain get so big and so unmanageable it had now where to go but out

she’s seen you do it in traffic or to yourself in the mirror and it was only a matter of time before she ended up on the receiving end and it seemed today was the day

but Abby was strong she’s handled worse then a broken girls broken words

so she grabbed a little harder bringing your back against her chest the feeling of her firm muscles relaxing you upon contact

“listen to me when I tell you you aren’t going to push me away - never - you can yell and scream and freak out and i’m gonna be here every time dragging you to the couch and forcing you to let me make it better so stop this bullshit and go”

her voice was cold but tender and somehow exactly what you needed to make the tears stop and your muscles unfreeze moving over to your shared couch

she pulled your body into hers not caring about boundaries not caring about space not caring about anything but you

“it’s hard isn’t it darling? caring for everyone all the time…”

her lips were against your ear and you were half in her lap eyes fluttering shut as she wrapped her arms around you

you didn’t care if you regretted this in the morning

you needed it now

“I see how much you run yourself thin for everyone always making sure everyone’s safe and stable dealing with dina’s endless bullshit and ellie’s brothel…”

you and her let out the same small laugh your head resting down on her shoulder the small of her neck fitting your chin perfectly

“cant be easy right baby?”

she let the name slip before she could sending guess it and much to her relief you let out a small content sigh nodding your head against the fabric of her tank top

“oh I know- but i’ve got you.. right now right here you know have to be anything more then what you are…i’ve got you”

you didn’t know how much you needed this until you had it

the comfort the safety of her words it was enough to confirm what you’d always thought may be true

you’d fallen for abby - and it seems she’d fallen for you

you prayed to be right as you lifted your head gently from her shoulder lips grazing along abby’s as you spoke

“you have me.”

[elsweetheart]

saw rin @coeurify write some roommate!abby so i decided to write some too cos i’m feeling #inspired

slutty!roommate!abby short fic / drabble below the cut 💋 minors dni & don’t ask for part 2

It’s not like you were dating. Just living together — roommates, that’s all it was. A shabby and cozy little apartment, tucked away in a nice enough area. There’d be a new problem each week— AC busted, closet door swinging off, flickering light bulb, and you were lucky enough to live with a 6ft blonde walking talking ‘Don’t call the plumber / electrician / whatever, I got it’ machine. Things worked out pretty well.

The two of you were close. Almost too close. Your friendship bordered on simmering sexual tension whilst always keeping it just respectful and distanced enough for neither of you to make a move. You liked to think she enjoyed it, keeping you just out of reach like this. She knew you wanted her, but where was the fun in giving in?

Abby got around. It was no rumour that she had a history of being the community strap, and whilst her crazy days had died off a little — you’d still be awoken once or twice a fortnight to the sound of a new girl with the same shrill moan, headboard thumping against the wall. All you could do was sulk, snuggle down further into your bed covers and will yourself to sleep with your stomach twisting in jealousy at the thought of Abby curled next to someone else for the night.

The two of you liked to have ‘bonding night’, you know — watch a movie, drink wine, eat snacks, sometimes a face mask would make an appearance. Abby had insisted on these nights when you’d first moved in together, so that the two of you could get to know eachother, and since then it had become a tradition every Friday night that the neither of you would miss for the world. Infact, it became such an important tradition that plans were often rescheduled around it, dates postponed, ubers cancelled. Just you, your good friend Abby, and a bottle of something pink and tangy.

“See, I’d let you pick the movie we watch more often but… everytime you do the movie sucks.” She was muffled by the popcorn stuffed into her cheek like a squirrel whilst she scrolled with the remote for an appropriate choice. Abby had real audacity to look this good tonight. She was spread out on the couch, greeny-grey tshirt so tight it was ridiculous, hair down and a little damp from her shower, black sweatpants on (and fuzzy socks, not relevant to her hotness but you couldn’t not mention them.) It took you a second to reply as you pulled your legs beneath you from your curled up position on the chair, subconsciously tucking yourself smaller.

“They don’t suck. You don’t give them a chance! You just talk over it the whole time and ramble about how bad it is.” You shrug defensively, not seeing the way her eyes flickered over to you and lingered with an adoring smile at the way your forehead scrunched and lips pushed forward in an irritable pout. She looked away when you glanced.

“Maybe they don’t suck but they’re always the same. Always a rom com with bad jokes and like 10 minute sex scenes. Is that why you like ‘em, perv?” She nudges you with her spread knee, jostling you which makes your eyes widen slightly — face prickly and hot.

“You think I only watch movies for the sex scenes? Get your mind out of the gutter.” You snicker, fingernails picking at the blanket because, no — it’s not the reason, but she didn’t have to bring that up.

“Hey, I’m not the one picking dirty movies.” Her voice drags in that flirty and sarcastic way that makes your thighs press together. She always did this. It was your thing, you could say. She winds you up, takes the conversation down a sexual route and you just sit there and take it, always scared to make a move. You just couldn’t bring yourself to, what if she was just making fun of you? You live together, if you misread things there was potential for some major awkwardness.

“If I wanted to watch something dirty I’d just… look at porn or something.” You try and combat her teasing, but it comes out stuttery and awkward and you still can’t look at it. Her smirk deepens, intrigue washing over her. You hear her put the remote down and the scrolling on screen halts as she gives you her full attention. Busying yourself to buy more time, you reach forward and take your wine glass — taking a long sip.

“What, ‘you telling me you don’t watch porn now?”

You turn a little, giving her a look. One that read as ‘you’re not seriously asking me that.’

“Do you?”

“I don’t have to. I have sex.”

You scoff, turning your body toward her now with a finger pointed ready to defend yourself.

“I have sex.”

“Oh yeah?” You hate the way she’s smiling and tilting her head.

“It’s just… been a while.”

She sighs casually, leaning back into her seat.

“Same, to be honest.”

“I literally heard some girl screaming your name like two weeks ago.” Your eyes are practically touching your brain from how hard they roll and she laughs cheekily with her tongue pinched between her teeth, a cute roll forming beneath her chin from the position of her head. Your stomach flips.

“Exactly, two weeks ago. I’m trying not to do that so much anymore. Sleep around. Gonna delete the dating apps.” She clarifies, a look of dignity in her expression as she announces this making you narrow your eyes sceptically.

“And why is this? Who is this new and improved Abby?”

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes. “I dunno. Just don’t think I should anymore. Think I’d rather be having meaningful sex with one person now. You know, the type where you press your foreheads together and tell her you love her when you make her cum and stuff.” She just says it so casually, like it doesn’t make your stomach bottom out into your cunt at the thought of being that one person, whilst simultaneously making your heart stammer at the idea of the person being someone else.

“Y—yeah. Me too I suppose. That’s why I’m just waiting.”

You feel that your response is put together and mature enough for the conversation to come to a natural end so that you can continue bickering over what movie to watch before you embarrass yourself, but she stares at you anyway — contemplative and analytical.

“You’ve been waiting a while, huh?” Abby talks softer, sympathetic and her fingers that were resting along the back of the couch reach a little further and stroke your shoulder briefly. You can’t tell if it’s kind or patronising. Because of this you purse your lips with a shrug.

“Yeah. Haven’t had sex since my ex-girlfriend was still around so that’s…”

“A year and half.” She raises her brows and you mirror her, surprised at how fast she knew the answer. “You’d just broken up when you moved in here.”

“Oh… yeah, that’s right. I suppose that is a long time.”

She breathes out her nose, long and thoughtful before turning her body back to the TV. You do too, because you think it’s over — but the conversation is never quite over until Abby says so.

“Well, if you ever need your fix you know where my door is. You deserve to feel good too.”

She’s kidding, right?

Like, that’s not a serious offer. It can’t be. Because if it were you’d be on her bed sprawled out with two thick fingers up your cunt and not here on the couch getting wine drunk and horny. Your eyelashes are kissing your brow at how wide your stretch your eyes for a moment as you stare ahead, saying nothing. What do you say? How do you seize this glorious potential opportunity without coming across as totally desperate and ruining things? She is kidding, she has to be.

You open your mouth, maybe just to let out a meek ‘really?’ for some clarification, but she speaks again — totally ripped from the moment. “Why do I keep getting recommended only Lindsey Lohan movies? That’s you on my Netflix account right? I swear, I’ll change my password.” She chuckles, like she didn’t just offer to pity fuck you, and you weren’t just considering take her up on it. You shake yourself free of the moment and you don’t talk about it again.

Abby really did stop sleeping around, and you knew that from the lack of moans waking you up in the night. You could have been imagining things, but she’d gotten flirtier too. Wearing tighter fit clothes around her muscles, making sure to always squeeze behind you in the kitchen with her hands on your hips, chest practically to your back with a low ‘scuse me, sorry’ in your ear as she slips by, the lot of it. You felt you were running up the AC, constantly trying to fan yourself off after she worked you up. It was two fridays since she made the offer, and you decided now was the time you’d act on it. You poured yourself a glass of pink wine and waited on the couch, getting in a few gulps before she arrived for confidence.

You drank the whole glass, and she still hadn’t arrived home. Abby had never missed a ‘bonding night’ since moving in, and now she wasn’t showing up at all? No text, no apology, just total absence. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and pissed off, drinking half the bottle before curling into the couch and falling asleep.

You awoke to the sound of giggles and jangling keys, and your bleary eyes cracked open — flickering to the clock on the wall ticking quietly. 2:54AM. You were about to lift your head, sit up on the couch and call out for Abby, questioning where she’d been, why she missed bonding night. You were halted by the sound of two voices, only one belonging to your roommate.

“Shh, gotta be quiet or you’re gonna wake my roommate, baby. Rooms this way.” Abby, and the tottering sound of high heels behind her. You felt sick. Why did you feel so sick?

You close your eyes again when Abby’s bedroom door clicks shut, feeling your lashes grow damp as you pull a cushion over your head — trying to block the inevitable moans and will yourself back to sleep. This wasn’t the first time Abby had come home late after hanging out with friends and found you sleeping on the couch having wanted to hang out, but you’d usually atleast receive her hushed apologies as she lifts you and carries you bridal style to your own room where she’d leave you as you mutter a goodnight half awake to her. She’d never missed bonding night though, because that was off limits.

The next three days you avoided her. You felt more stupid the longer time passed, because you actually didn’t have much reason to be angry. Yes, she missed your Friday tradition but life happens, right? You were certain if it were you she’d be totally fine with it. But it would never be you, because you’d never miss it. It was a vicious thought cycle.

When you’d ignored her on the way out your door for work, she’d put it down to you not hearing her or maybe being in too much of a rush. When you’d come home, you’d spent the evening in your room, only emerging into the kitchen to heat up some noodles before retreating. She figured you were tired. When you’d shrugged her off the next day when she brought home your favourite type of chocolate — she knew something had to be up. She couldn’t work out if it was her, or you were just going through it at first, but when you’d snapped at her on day three — it became crystal clear.

“Can you stop fucking using my towel?” You emerge in the kitchen, and honestly — for the first second before she registers the anger, Abby is just relieved to hear your voice. She turns around from the counter slowly, sucking some salad dressing off her finger from her lunch she was preparing. You looked adorable — still damp, oversized pyjama t-shirt and sleep shorts, comical cartoony oversized slippers on your feet. Despite your appearance, your expression was as serious as ever, brow pinched in stress.

“Sorry.” She shrugs simply, because you’ve never had a problem with her borrowing your towel in all the time you’d lived together.

“Like, can I just come home and not have you all in my stuff?” You huff, going to walk away but she frowns, following you like a big buff lost puppy.

“Hey, hey? What is this? It’s just a towel.” She nearly whines, because why are you being like this? Your usual sweet soft self has gone grainy and abrasive on her and she didn’t like it. You were shutting her out.

“Whatever Abby, I’m just telling you.” You back down a little now, taking a few steps and she gently takes your arm in her large hand. She’s always gentle, aware of how much stronger she is than you.

“You’ve been off lately, you wanna talk about it? You know I’m here for you, right?”

You don’t look at her.

“Yeah, here for me and every other damn girl that walks through your door. Let me go.”

You don’t mean to say it, because God is it telling — you want the ground to swallow you up whole and you scrunch your face in embarrassment as you walk away, shoulders tense and face all hot. You were not this jealous, petty person. She missed your tradition, it was her fault.

Abby gave you your space for the rest of the day, and by evening you’d wound down — anger subsiding as you plonked down on the couch and curled up sulkily, just feeling humiliated and sad. You missed her.

You stared ahead when you heard her bedroom door click open, heavy slow footsteps approaching the living room along the smooth wooden floor. You don’t look, but you can see her standing there at the side, looking at you sadly, henley top and braid adorned.

“Hey.”

Her voice is smooth and low and warm like hot chocolate and you want to bathe in it. You pull the blanket over your thighs tighter over you.

“Hi.”

It was truly an honest mistake on Abby’s part. She’d woken up filled with regret (and a steaming hang over) beside the girl with lilac-y platinum hair, stretching and muttering out a ‘Happy friday’ to break the tension. The girl cracked open an eye with a tired smile and rasped “It’s Saturday, sleepyhead.” making Abby’s heart drop after a beat. Friday’s. They were your days. She was sure you wouldn’t mind missing one out though, you were always kind and gracious like that. The whole bonding night was Abby’s idea after all, it probably wasn’t all that important to you, right? She reassured herself before politely kicking out her bed-mate.

Abby slowly sits down on the couch beside you, and the weight in the room shifts like it always did when she’d join you. She held such a presence that the air would feel thicker and warmer the closer she got, almost to the point where it could be stifling. “I’m sorry I missed bonding night. Manny dragged me out to get drunk and I swear, I thought it was a Thursday—”

You cut her off, which surprised her.

“I thought you were done with bringing girls home.”

She’s silenced for a few seconds, staring at your profile. You’re beautiful even when you’re mad.

“Why does it matter?” It’s soft, like a whisper because she doesn’t want it to come off as defensive or rude like it potentially could do. She genuinely wants to know. Why were you so mad about it?

You were all tense and huffy when you reply and it makes Abby’s heart clench, just wanting to squeeze you.

“Because… because don’t offer something to someone if you don’t mean it. I’m not… I thought we… ugh, whatever. I’m not having this conversation.” You made a mental note to jump back online after this conversation and search for somewhere new to live.

Abby thinks back, and it doesn’t take her long to land on the thought of her telling you she’d be more than happy to take care of you if you needed some relief. Her shoulders relaxed in realisation and brow untensed, and she reached out to stroke a thumb along your arm, body twisted to you.

“Okay, I understand.” She soothes and you want to tear up, maybe in embarrassment or maybe from her tone of voice making you feel small and cared for. You attempt to hold off and fight the feeling. “I thought you weren’t interested. Thought I’d made it weird so I just figured… if I bring someone home things could be normal again. I dunno, it doesn’t make sense now I say it out loud.” She sighs, shaking her head with her eyes closed and brows raised at her own stupidity. You glance at her, shy and still hot-faced and look down at your lap. “Just tell me how you feel. I think… I want what you want. Just need to hear it, sweetheart.”

She can’t make you say it, not after the embarrassment you’ve already faced. So, you settle on another complaint to tell your story. “You don’t know how hard it is… being so pent up and just hearing you… hearing them get to enjoy… you. I wanna feel like that.” You feel pathetic, but your stomach curls anyway at the feeling of her coarse hand sliding up your arm and shoulder to cup the back of your neck, aiding you in looking at her.

“Yeah? I’m sorry. I think you just feel… left out.” She cooes and you preen into her touch, shifting in your seat a little. You say nothing, just let out a little air from your nose. She shuffles closer to you, bringing her warmth. “You forgive me yet? You want me to help you forgive me?” Her other hand fiddles with the blanket on your lap for permission to slide it away, and she’s so close now that you can sigh and lean your head on her strong shoulder, nodding silently. She pulls away the pink fluffy cover up and rests a hand on your bare thigh.

“You know I’d never miss bonding night. ‘D never neglect you on purpose. You’re still my number one, yeah?” She strokes the skin upwards, constantly craning her head down to look at you, watchful of your expression. “I didn’t know you wanted this, sweet girl. I would have taken care of you like you need ages ago if I knew.”

She drops a kiss to your temple and you shudder, your own arm wrapping around her strong bicep to cling to it as your thighs fall open wider. “Yeah? Can I?” She’s quiet and gentle, and you whimper when she cups your hot cunt through flimsy pyjama shorts.

She rubs a sloppy circle over the material and you whine, the sound of wetness already present from your quantity, filling the quiet room. She’d barely touched you, and you were already soaked — it was astounding. “God, you are pent up aren’t you? I’m sorry.” She chuckles in a sympathetic way, free hand coming to smooth down your furrowed brow. Abby stares you down when she slips your thin shorts to the side, fingers slipping and sliding through your drenched folds to circle your clit making you moan softly. “I know.” She hums, eyes on your lips. “You want a kiss? Will that help?”

You can’t talk, so you just nod and she brings you in whilst she languidly rubs your clit, gently sucking on your bottom lip and pressing pecks to it before finally rolling her tongue over yours. With this, she’s pressing a middle finger against your hole and easing it inside, curling up to press against your tight upper wall. You cry out a little against her mouth and she shushes you. “There you go, so fucking tight huh? S’been that long?” She grinds the ball of her hand against your clit and you hump against it, the waistband of your shorts hugging her wrist as the shape of her hand moves up and down.

“Just—needed this.” You struggle, your warm breath heating her lips making her lick over them.

“I know. Gotta use your words next time, let me know yeah? If you said the word I wouldn’t have been sleeping around.” She presses a kiss to the centre of your forehead, lips lingering there as you let out a string of moans and embarrassed pants at the sound of your own wetness against her finger. She slides in another, stretching you.

“Not gonna last long. S’been too long.” You cry and she nods, free hand sliding beneath your lower back when you arch it off the couch.

“I know. S’okay baby.”

When you cum, Abby presses her forehead to yours.

[anchoeritic]

what about- boxer!abby as your roommate? and you thinking about her coming home with blood all over her face and you taking care of her bruised face while pushing the wand against your clit and all?

and what if abby was actually back home in that moment

boxer!abby walking into you pleasuring yourself while you’re thinking of her. training lasts longer than it should and she always ends up coming home late at night, leaving you all alone until then.

most nights, it really does get lonely for you and all you could rely on is the pure thought. the pure thoughts and fantasies you think of your roommate. you know you shouldn’t, you know it’s probably bad for you, but you can’t help it. the ache in your thighs starts to grow harder to resist the more your mind shifts back to abby.

you didn’t realize how awful that habit was until you really couldn’t stop yourself from relieving that ache; slipping a single hand under your panties and rubbing the tension away. one finger led to another filling yourself up to the brim. all you could think about was her, imagining how she’d treat you. how pretty she’d look with her tongue deep inside your cunt, hands roaming every inch of your body.

or how she’d talk to you whenever you’d help her out. her words were so subtle but always sent shivers down your spine, especially those times you’d play doctor and clean her up after matches. “always so good to me.” she’d whisper between breaths, noticing the way your lips would turn up into a small smile. “thanks for that, sweetheart.”

little did you know, she was peeking through the crack of your door. her eyes wandered your naked body under the dimmed lights, licking her lips as you continued to let out whimpers of her name. “abby…” your cries were just as pretty as she imagined, god, maybe even prettier. “s’good, it’s s’good..” it was a matter of time ‘til your roommate would walk in on the scene.

[yuckyfucky]

⋆｡‧…and they were roommates!! ⁎˚⁺˳𖦹︎

[ohcaptains]

okey neighbor!abby is good, but what about roommate!abby😩like sharing a kitchen and a bathroom with someone this hot damn

ohhhh my god. okay okay okay. i'm obsessed with roommate! abby

roommate!abby gets up for training before the sun, and gets in just as you get up. slinks into the kitchen when you’re brewing your coffee, all wet and sweaty, and shoulder checks you, knocking you awake.

she’s jokey and cute and such a good roommate. always tells you when she’s bringing friends around, never hogs the tv and tries to keep quiet when she’s got girls in her bedroom for the night.

she’s literally always naked.

can’t help it, that’s what she says anyway, when she runs into the kitchen, trying to hide her tits with her forearm as she grabs for the sports bra she left in the laundry basket. “abby!” you exclaim, watching her from the connected living room, and she just throws a quick “sorry!” over her shoulder, as her muscular frame runs back into the bathroom.

totally lets you walk in when she’s in the shower.

“abs, I’m coming in, I need to grab something.” “kay!”

sometimes, she’ll pop her head around the shower curtain to get a look at what you’re doing, and her mousy brown hair is stuck to her neck and upper back, black from the water, and droplets slide down her collarbones, slipping to where she’s hiding herself.  

so comfortable, that you start walking in when she’s in the bath, too. She’ll be soaking in the tub, brawny body taking up the entire width, and you’ll step in, a big pout on your face. “today sucked.” “awh, babe," she'll say, and motion to the side of the tub, "come tell me all about it.”

[sweetercalypso]

roommate!abby <3 roomate!abby kissing her roomie to sleep, little kisses all over her face (cheeks nose eyelids and all) just like "the good friend" she is ❤️‍🩹

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Roommate Abby is so sweet and affectionate, especially in the evenings when you’re both home with nothing to do.

She just wants to play with your hair and hold your hand and drape your legs across her lap — literally just wants to touch you any way she can. She’s content just to sit next to you on the couch while you work or watch a movie or something. She just likes being near you.

When it’s time for you to go to bed, Abby’s so reluctant to leave your side. She follows you through the house, helping you turn off all the lights and she’s happy to stand in the doorway of the bathroom while you brush your teeth.

When you’re settled in bed, she loves to come say goodnight by kissing your cheeks and telling you how much she loves you — as a ‘friend’ of course. She cradles your face in her hands and kisses your eyelids and your nose and the space between your brows, literally finding any excuse to stay with you.

Roommate Abby is just a really sweet, loving person and a very good ‘friend’.

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[saviorellie]

hi !!! u guys voted for roommate!abs headcannons next so ! i will be writing and posting those 🔜 ! love u 💋

[anchoeritic]

roommate!abby & your cameras.

constantly stealing them out of your hands to take pictures of you, filming every bit of your relationship because she thinks you’re the absolute most precious thing to ever exist. you’re blushing, too busy trying to wave off the lens while also attempting to cover your own face.

sometimes she thinks to vlog or at least.. act like she’s vlogging by talking to the camera like some fucking youtuber and you’re just sitting in her lap smiling. or she’d make you do it and admire you from up top. “talk to ‘em, baby. they’re here for you, superstar.” you’re all blushy and grinning by the end of your lil clips. always.

photos on the other hand; they were absolutely adorable. it’s always a fight between you and abby on who can catch the other person off guard the most. you’ll sneak up on her in the bathroom while she’s brushing her teeth and snap a quick pic before running off to hide, or following her to the gym just to y’know… save some of those photos for yourself.. she never judges because she does the same to you.

all your pretty polaroids are put on the fridge and just all around your home in general. she’s a sucker for showing off her girl soooo it’s not a secret how much she really loves you. like on the bulletin board in your room, there’s a small collage of polaroids taken of the two of you throughout your relationship: from the first date to the most recent and then everything in between.

[megalomaniacz]

my friend who i flirt/fight with said she wanted me to do some fanfic based us and she’s so academic rival!abby coded so enjoy some texts courtesy of my frenemy with benefits

[ohcaptains]

‘and roommate!abby is like, are you kidding? who wouldn’t wanna make you come? and you’re like … and abby ‘jokingly’ says, i’ll happily do the honours if you’ll have me’

hear me out .. you laugh it off and tell her to shut up bc you just get too flustered🤧 and she doesn’t push it, just moves on — and then suddenly it’s 3am and you’re in ur separate bedrooms …. abby fast asleep until you’re knocking on her door all shy and embarrassed like “is it too late to take you up on that offer… i know it’s late but i’m kinda desperate” ://// which is music to abby’s ears ofc ……..

—kittie 💓

kittie 😳 abby was already all hot and bothered cause she’d spent the evening imagining how she’d make you come. couldn’t sleep. brain a horny swamp of images of you spread beneath her, your thighs pressed right around her head as she worked you over with her mouth and tongue. abby was good and she knew it, she just wanted to share her talents…so when you leaned against her doorway, clearly flustered as you played with the hem of your long bed shirt — tugging it and showing the soft skin of your inner thighs — abby basically jumped up from her bed. she met you in the doorframe, and pried your hand away from your shirt, “sure, baby?” she whispered, dragging you towards the bed. she sat on the edge and opened her thighs, pulling you into her and forcing you to sit on the muscular spread.

she slid her big palms under your shirt and against your hips, mumbling, “no going back, baby,” against your lips as you pushed into her, and you grabbed her palms and dragged them towards the fat of your ass, flexing into her, “want you to give me my first.”

[ilikechockymilk]

WEEEEEWOOOOWEEEEEWOOOOWEEEEWOOOOO THIS IS EVERYTHING I NEEDED TODAY🤩🤩🤩

i cant find this req for some reason but here is a ss i took of it.. enjoy ! 18+

Abby was the best roommate. Really. She was kind, always cleaned up after herself, was respectful, and just so quiet.

Abby would likely say the same thing about you, a slight grin on her face as she spoke to one of her friends about how lucky she had gotten with you, and how her friend agreeing to move in with her had been just an oh so perfect decision. How sweet and lovely you were to live with. Her pink lips wet as her tongue licked over them, quieter confessions about how attractive she found you usually followed. Not that she would ever admit that to you, however.

Nor would you divulge the information of just how many times you had shoved your face into a friend’s pillow as you rattled on about how good Abby looked when she came home from the gym, how badly you wanted to be the one she was always leaving the apartment to go see.

Neither of you minded the soft touches when you passed each other, the quiet breaths on your shared couch that always came when one of you pressed a little too close during movie night. In fact, Abby would even go out on a thin tree limb to say you both enjoyed toeing the line between platonic roommate activity and something more.

Most everything about this living situation was just perfect. Except for a tiny problem.

The painted white walls always held a certain hum to them. Whether it be music you tried your best to keep low.. or Abby watching a movie. It always sunk between the foundation between your rooms, echoing the covered walls in a way that had become clear very soon into moving in with your friend. The walls were so incredibly thin, but you thought you had adapted.

Abby always disappeared into her room early most nights, unless you asked otherwise. By midnight on most days, the walls fell utterly silent, aside from a few creaks of Abby’s bed. The night had become your saving grace, the only time you didn’t have to worry about your roommate hearing anything.

Usually.. she didn’t. Tonight, however, the story was completely different.

It didn’t really matter how you had ended up here. Maybe Abby came home with a little extra confidence after the gym today, smiling and leaning over you at the table, questioning what book you had your nose dug into, large arm on full display for you. Maybe Abby sat a little too close during the movie you watched, and stared at you a little too hard during certain scenes.

By this point, you couldn’t even remember what had gotten you to this current place. Your door cracked open, letting in the breeze that came from the air conditioner in the living room, the only solace to your sticky hot skin. Your thighs draped lazily around your favorite pillow, clenching around the soft pink cloth as you ground down into it. The pretty black lace of your panties acting as an added friction for your heated core as you moved your hips against the material. Your mouth gaped open, panting as you let out the softest moans you could muster, sweat shining in the furrowed space between your brows.

On any other day, you would have gone undetected. But tonight, of all nights, Abby found herself in a long battle with sleep.

She had tried every method known to mankind to rest, the early morning ahead a perfect candidate for why she should be squeezing her eyes closed the moment the clock on her bedside flashed the numbers “2:35 am” on the digital screen.

But now? Now Abby was thankful for three things, despite this sleepless frustration.

One, she was happy she wasn’t tired suddenly. Two, she was so fucking delighted the walls of this apartment were thin. And three? Abby was just purely ecstatic that you didn’t know at all how to keep quiet.

Abby tried to be a kind roommate at first. She pressed further away from the wall when she heard the first few soft grunts on the other side of the other side of the wall. Hell, Abby even put on headphones and began scrolling through her playlists to find a good set of songs so she didn’t invade your privacy like that.

But the moment she found her finger hovering over the blue-lit screen to begin a song, she heard it.

The softest, whiny calling of her name she had ever heard. It rang straight through the white pant, right over the posters plastered there, and settled sweetly in her ear.

You were moaning her name.

Though she couldn’t see it, her imagination could only assume what you may be doing. What her sweet roommate was doing to herself thinking of her.

If she could see it, your quivering lip, open and panting Abby’s name, again, Abby may have died on the spot. If the blonde could bear witness to the wet spot that dripped through the fabric of your panties and onto the plush pillow... Well, she would have taken you right there.

All Abby had, however, was her imagination, just as you did. Though neither knew the fantasies that plagued both of your minds muddled together just a bit too much.

“Abby,” you whine into the quiet air, a mouth full of saliva— causing another choked sound as you swallow it down, hips pressing further into your pillow. You imagined it was her hands on your hips, leading all of your rushed and messy movements against the fabric.

You squeezed your eyes shut and did your best to paint the picture of the pillow being the blonde’s thigh, that your trembling hands were actually gripping the flesh of Abby’s shoulders as she urged you to keep going. You could almost pick out her tone of voice perfectly, a tape om loop in your mind of her urging you to keep going, ‘c’mon sweetheart... there you go, angel,’ she would whisper against you, lips pressing to your skin just so softly. If you held your breath long enough, you could almost hear it.

Abby, on the other side of the wall, did her very best not to stand straight up out of bed and let her feet find your door. This proved itself a difficult request for both her mind and body when your sounds sped up, growing louder and louder against her very honed in eardrums.

The blonde rubbed her eyes, hands aching to grab something very different. Maybe the fat of your thigh as she pressed them open, leaving you all out in the open for her to admire. Maybe the palm of her hand slapped over your mouth as she pulled you closer to her, humming near your cheek that you needed to, ‘Be quiet for me, doll. You know how thin these walls are, don’t want our neighbors to hear, right?’ She even imagined them pressed impossibly far between your legs, fingers so deep into your aching cunt that one curl would have you gushing around her digits.

Though that night, neither of your nighttime fantasies came to fruition. You had climbed off your poor pillow one mindblowing orgasm later, thighs shaking as you made quick work of cleaning your mess.

Abby stayed silent as possible until you fell asleep, and dug her own hands down into her pants— someone, and some noises specifically in mind.

(random cut off sorry uhh p2?)

[saviorellie]

hi ?????? i’m so sorry i kinda ghosted you guys 😔 i’ve been on vacay for like a week and haven’t had time to get roommate abby posted 😔 but worry not ! she will be out later today !! i promise you that !!!

but anyway ! how have you guys been ! talk to meee ! 💗💗💗💗💗

[moraent-keys]

S&D Tier + My Demon Roommate fanart