[abbyspup]

help palestine tlou & israel

julien ♱ he. twenty. loser butch. abby enthusiast. under seventeen and men do not interact! requests & asks open :) #1 sub abby truther

[abbyspup]

remembering that abby canonically took backshots and had her hair pulled..

[abbyspup]

tell us about ur gf twin

No I don’t want you imagining her

[abbyspup]

miss my girlfriend so bad someone kill me

[abbyspup]

“saying a female character’s a lesbian because she’s built is stereotypical!!” no she’s a lesbian because she has my strap down her throat right now #DaFuq

[bunniehrtz]

ok just think about sitting on the floor, right between abby’s legs. your face smushed against her thigh, looking up at her. her hand comes down to stroke ur cheek, your mouth opening absentmindedly. she slips her thumb into ur mouth, closing it with the rest of her hand. ok think about leaning in ever so slightly, your face just inches away from the bulge that resides in her pants. you look up at her through your eyelashes, batting them oh so innocently. ok imagine that shit eating smirk on her face as she takes her thumb out of ur mouth, sitting up slightly to unbuckle her pants, laughing breathily as she watches ur eyes light up at the sight before u. ok just imagine that

[sorekuna]

thinking abt hate sex w sub!jinx

your guys relationship was nothing but toxic. constantly on and off, arguing about anything under the sun. being in a relationship with her would be, hard, to say the least. she’d constantly provoke you and start arguments. you weren’t perfectly innocent either, admittedly starting arguments for your own benefit and being way too rude when angry. you two were both hot heads, a match made in hell!

her impulsivity led to your anger, which led to arguments, which fortunately led to a wonderful thing called hate sex. you had such a drive to never be wrong and always prove your point, and that gave you a constant nagging feeling to put her in her place. and you did exactly that.

you two had another argument regarding her safety. she had went out into piltover again just causing mayhem. the argument got you so heated but unlike usual, jinx wasn’t mad. she was just laughing and not taking you seriously at all. which ended up ‘face down, ass up’ on your guys’ shared bed. she was throwing insult after insult at you, yet moaning so loudly she could barely speak. you were the one laughing now, your strap slamming into her cunt from behind.

“fu- mghhh.. f-ffuck you!” she managed to squeeze a few ‘nother words out of her mouth, the pleasure intensifying making it hard for her to say anything but incoherent noises.

you cackled at her attempts to insult you loudly, “yeah, fuck you too..” you spoke ecstatically. your hand released from the back of her head, which was pushing the side of her face into the pillow. you grabbed onto her double braids using them like ‘handlebars’ as one would say, and leaned back so her face and upper body would lift off the mattress. she yelped at the feeling of you yanking her hair.

she knew that she was about to reach her climax, and so did you. every time she was close she wouldn’t tell you, but she would start moaning louder and would look for anything to grip onto. her entire body shook as she came and you helped her ride out her high, slowing down and pulling out once she was done.

before she could even say anything snarky, you suddenly flipped her on her back and slammed into her again. you felt like you deserved to get off, too. and this was your chosen method.

not proofread i wrote this in like less than 30 mins.. anyways hi sorry i’ve been mia for like 6 months but now i have this for u all! is the arcane fandom still alive anyways i hope u all like bye

[misaerabl]

𝝑𝑒 giving blue collar!wife!ellie a bath

no cw btw, just good ol' domestic vibes

The sound of the stovetop sizzles softly as you stir the pan, the smell of garlic and onions blooming in the kitchen. The house is warm—summer dusk filtering in through open windows, cicadas humming in the background, and you… you’re in a new sundress you picked just for her.

It’s nothing fancy. A soft yellow cotton thing with delicate white flowers, fitted at the waist and falling just above the knees. You'd been waiting for a night like this—quiet, slow—and for Ellie to see it.

You’re plating up the roasted vegetables when the front door opens with a heavy creak. Boots hit the floor a second later, then—

“Hey, babe…” comes her voice. Low, scratchy from the day. She sounds like she's already halfway into a nap.

Before you can respond, a pair of strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against a chest that smells like sawdust, sweat, and the sun. Her shirt is damp in places. There's oil on her hands. And now, smudged against your hip, on your brand-new dress.

You stiffen, glancing down at the smear of grease darkening the fabric.

“Ellie,” you groan. “The dress. This is new—”

“I know, I’m sorry,” she mumbles against your neck, already half-limp with exhaustion, head buried into your shoulder like she might fall asleep standing. “You smell good. Missed you all day.”

And just like that, the irritation dissolves. Because when you glance back at her, she’s barely holding herself upright. Her eyes are half-lidded, lashes damp with sweat. There’s a streak of dirt on her cheek and the faintest bruise peeking out from under her sleeve.

You sigh softly, letting your body relax in her hold.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re pathetic,” you murmur, brushing your fingers gently through her hair.

Ellie chuckles—more of a grunt, really—then leans her full weight into you. “You’re lucky I didn’t die under the sun today. Felt like I was workin’ in hell.”

“You smell like it, too.”

“Mmm.”

You let her cling to you for another minute before turning in her arms and pressing a kiss to her grimy cheek. “Go sit on the edge of the tub. I’m running you a bath.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but you cut her off with a firm look and a finger pressed to her lips. “Don’t argue with me, Ellie. You look like ten miles of bad road.”

“And you look…” she finally registers the dress, blinking at you in awe. “Shit. You look—real pretty. Did you wear that for me?”

You nod, cheeks warming. “Was hoping you’d notice before you got motor oil all over it.”

Ellie lets out a sheepish laugh, and you nudge her toward the bathroom.

The tub’s about halfway full when you peek your head in again. Ellie’s already sitting inside, one leg bent, her arm slung over the edge, hair loosely tied back with one of your scrunchies—bright pink against all that grime and muscle. You try not to laugh.

“You look ridiculous,” you say fondly, kneeling beside the tub with a rag and her favorite shampoo in hand.

“You gave me this hair tie,” she points out with a lopsided grin.

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

You dip the rag in the water and wring it out over her shoulders. She lets out a sigh that rattles in her chest and sinks a little deeper into the water.

“That good?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Mhm,” she hums, eyes closed. “Keep going.”

You work in slow circles, rubbing the cloth along her arms and collarbone, catching little flecks of dirt left over from the day. She keeps her head tilted slightly toward you, every now and then glancing at you like she’s trying to memorize the way you look in this moment—barefoot, hair pulled up, sleeves rolled, tending to her like it’s second nature.

You dip the rag again, and this time she opens her eyes when you reach for her face.

“Can I?”

She nods, already leaning forward a bit. You hold her chin with your hand and gently wipe the smudges off her cheeks and forehead. The way she looks at you—half-sleepy, half-in-love—makes your stomach flutter.

There’s a moment of stillness, your fingers lingering near the corner of her jaw. You lean in and press the smallest kiss to her lips—barely there, more instinct than intention.

When you pull back, she just smiles, eyes crinkling.

“You missed a spot,” she says, nodding toward her chin.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too, dipping the cloth again and dabbing the spot she pointed to. “Drama queen.”

Ellie shrugs. “Not my fault my wife’s hot and bossy.”

“Not my fault my wife smells like axle grease and sawdust.”

She lets out a soft laugh and closes her eyes again, melting back into the water as you continue washing the day off her, slow and careful. No grand gestures. Just warmth, and steam, and the quiet kind of love that doesn’t need to be spoken out loud.

[dykeadvocate]

abby bullying + making u suck her strap whilst being sick

abby leans against her desk, her hand is firmly placed on the back of your head, forcing your throat to take more of her length. it's not an easy task. you're sick; your nose is stuffy, and your throat is ripped up from coughing.

"god, you're so disgusting." abby rips your face away from her, and you relish the few seconds of air you have. "you're getting your snot everywhere."

"please, i-i can't anymore. i need a break." you beg, tears welling in your eyes, but she doesn't care.

you push and slap against her thighs as she forces your mouth back on her, but fighting is futile. abby made sure that you would stay weak forever. you would never overpower her.

"oh, shut up." she huffs. "you're just being a sooky baby."

her pace speeds up and she groans, the hilt of her strap pressing against her clit perfectly. you can barely breathe. your snot, saliva, and tears cover everything. abby cums with a silent moan, her thighs shaking.

"gross," she cringes, throwing her strap into your lap. "clean that up."

[bunniehrtz]

not sure if you’re taking any requests atm or not but i love your parents abby&reader series sm!!! ❤️❤️

also not sure if you’ve done this but could you write about abby actuslly finding out r is finally pregnant? or maybe a cute personal gender reveal yk when they have a white cake and cut into it with a wine glass to reveal the gender

she’s baaaack.. (again)

i am so happy to be freaking back guys !!!

mols is back with a vengeance ( Abby anderson Fan fiction 😆)

have this whilst i cook for u guys MWAH Lobe u so much

Your heart feels like it’s going to come out of your mouth. You can’t turn it round. With shaking hands, you place the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter, laughing to yourself in disbelief. You and Abby have been trying to get pregnant for what feels like years. All you wanted was to settle down with your wife, a few cats and a baby. You’re almost there, the collection is almost complete. You take a sharp breath in, hunched over the counter. You’ve been in this position twice before. You can do it again. Third time’s the charm, right? Your hands feel clammy, your knees are buckling and you know you need to look. Not yet. You take a deep breath, keeping your eyes closed as you try to keep calm.

“Hey, baby? Where are my- Oh,” Abby stops in her tracks, quickly forgetting what she lost as she watches you in the mirror.

“Is it-?”

“I don’t know, Abs. I haven’t looked. I can’t,” you say, breathily. You open your eyes to meet Abby’s in the mirror. She shadows you, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck, her hands resting just below your belly button. Melting into her chest, you pick up the test, still face down.

“It’s okay. This is fine. I can do it. I’m gonna turn it round. I will. It’ll be fine. Tell me it will be fine,” You stutter, beginning to pace around the bathroom. You end up sitting on the closed toilet lid, the test in your lap. Abby walks over, crouching down to sit eye level with you. She leans forward to land a quick kiss on your lips before whispering, “it’s okay.”

You pick the test up, shoving it into Abby’s chest.

“I can’t. You look. I can’t do it.” She takes it into her hands, watching your eyes close as you wince.

Abby doesn’t make a sound.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. You feel Abby’s hand on the side of your face as she turns you to look at the test. Double lines. Two fucking lines. You’re pregnant.

“You’re fucking pregnant,” Abby gasps as she feels you fling yourself onto her. Abby places you around her hips, swinging you around as she laughs. Tears stream down your face.

“Are you laughing or crying?” Abby wipes a tear from your cheek. You shrug.

“I don’t know. Both.”

Abby walks you into your shared bedroom. You land with an umph as she places you down onto your back on the bed. She kneels in front of you, laying her head on your belly.

“I can hear her.” Abby places delicate kisses all over your torso, chest and up to your neck where your eyes meet hers once more.

“Oh, I’m sure, baby,” you laugh, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Her? You think it’s a girl?” Abby settles back down on your stomach, her thumb stroking your stomach gently.

“I’m sure of it.”

[abbyspup]

can u start reblogfing again u have the best timeline ever or something and everything you recommend is bomb Sighs

No

[abbyspup]

seeing clips of abby calling joel handsome.. ok so we’ve completely lost the plot

[mitproblem]

abby anderson they could never make me hate you

[baptismbaby]

i see so many posts talking about "ellie isn't a mean dom she's a loser she loves space" yall ever heard of having fantasies!? </3 but i do love me some loser!ellie which is. just ellie. and hey, let's be real here, maybe she COULD be a mean dom. irl i am such a fucking loser geek yet im a freak don't judge a book by its cover bc its the shyest losers who are the freakiest. that girl would do anything to please her woman and if that means being a mean dom she will certainly be one. like, that's what yall don't get I fear. she's that much of a loser she will be anything so truly atp it's not much fantasy but rather reality... c'monnnnn now hear me listen to me!!

[pivoinev]

oh, ellabs, you have my heart ♡

[abbylvr69]

Guys 💔

[justanotherabbystan]

okay but look at her 😩