I’m Monét Abby Anderson’s D1 scissor sister I write, and draw, I’m a culinary student with a passion for almost everything! 20’s I like, Tlou obviously, Arcane, Avatar (blue alien one ik sue me) and some other stuff I’m a HUGE lesbo that likes some Navi guys but other than that girl x girl only 🩷
𓃖 = fluff ⌖ = smut ⌖𓃖 = fluff then smut/smut then fluff *:･ = angst
TLOU ᖭི༏ᖫྀ
Abby Anderson
- Her eyes follow
What’s gonna happen when you come home for summer not to be met just by expecting family, but to re-meet your mom’s old friend from her collage days. What’ll happen if those lingering stared you’d share in past summers and your collage leaving party continue? Or is everything a big misunderstanding.. (40’s)Older mbf!Abby Anderson x (20-26)Younger! Reader
P1 coming soon..
- Way she beats that drum
CollageBand!Abby Anderson’s playing at the schools last game of the season and while you’re cheering on the sidelines you catch a glimpse of her showing out as much as she can..
P1♡
Ellie
Coming soon..
Mel
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Dina
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Arcane ⋆.*
Sevika
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Ambessa Medarda
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Mel Medarda
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Jinx
Coming soon…
Vi
Coming soon…
Caitlyn
Coming soon…
Gert
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Avatar
Va’rang
- Her hunter
After the destruction of hometree and the takeover by Va’rang she needed ways to keep her people and herself in check. So what will happen when her best hunter becomes her sworn protector?
P1 coming soon..
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Neytiri
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Ronal
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Trudy
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Grace
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Zari
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Etuwa
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Tsu’Tey
- Eo Eywa oe 'olia
What happens when an outcast from the costal forests of pandora ventures to become one of the people, and what will happen when a newly healed Na’vi worrier is responsible for taking care of her?
P1, P2, P3, P4, P5,P6
Wukula
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So’lek
Coming soon…
Jake
Coming soon…..
Quarich
Coming (maybe) soon…..
Cod mw
Valeria Garza
Coming soon…
Any other characters or fandoms you may want requested don’t be shy to ask!! 🩷🩷
My reader default will be female unless asked for anything else I don’t mind🩷
🥊 pitfighter!vi who has been sharing her apartment with you ever since she met you at the bar after a fight, both drunk as hell and bonding over missing your exes.
🥊 pitfighter!vi who, even if she barely had space for her own self in that small shithole, made you feel welcome in her mess by letting you punch her bag and jokingly saying "you can scream into my pillows, but just know that they're stained with makeup and sweat".
🥊 pitfighter!vi who let you sleep in her bed for a change. you patched her up after a fight, she let you sleep on her mattress. she could handle the floor for one night if it meant her wounds wouldn't pulse in pain anymore.
🥊 pitfighter!vi who one time went to the bar without you and returned back home completely wasted, crashed on the bed and sat right on top of you without noticing you were sitting there. you didn't try to move her either.
🥊 pitfighter! vi who goes to sleep with her smudged eyeshadow on, but always wakes up bare-faced. she tells herself that maybe she's too tired to remember taking it off, but in reality she knows you're the one who does it for her.
🥊 pitfighter!vi who started eating again. not because you kept nagging her to stop drinking on an empty stomach, though that definitely played a role as well, but because she actually found the motivation to eat when you were by her side.
🥊 pitfighter!vi who loves whispering things to you while you're asleep. she'd sit down on the floor or the bed, whatever you chose that night, and just say small things like "thank you for paying the drinks tonight" or "i'll do better in the pit next time".
🥊 pitfighter!vi who may have told loris that she doesn't think about cait as often when she's with you, and who panics every time you three hang out because what if he accidentally lets that slip out?
🥊 pitfighter!vi who allows you to bind her chest. it happened once after a particularly harsh fight— you took off the tight bandages from vi's chest so she could breathe properly, gently caressed the imprint they left on her skin, and the next morning you binded her back up. less tight, but still enough to offer support in the pit. it's been a ritual ever since.
🥊 pitfighter!vi who lets you cry in her arms when you're drunk, because she knows how it feels like to have so many emotions that they overwhelm you. she would simply rub your back, not saying a word until she felt your sobs turn into gentle sniffles.
🥊 pitfighter!vi who eventually started cuddling up with you during the winter nights. she'd make up excuses like the floor being too hard, or that her back was sore, but her only reason was that she couldn't stand hearing your teeth chatter.
🥊 pitfighter!vi who kissed you for the first time when you came to hug her after a fight. you ran towards her from the crowd, loris following behind you, and vi just... crashed her lips against yours. it wasn't harsh, just a bit too eager, maybe. but it was with vi, and that made it perfect.
(Everything written may not be accurate but I try my best!!)
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(this is probably gonna be a shorter filler chapter i had a good idea for it but never wrote it down so i completely forgot it.. but here's chapter 5)
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Translations: Tsahik a person who speaks through Eywa
“When I was lying there in the VA hospital with a big hole blown to the middle of my life. I started having these dreams of flying, I was free. Sooner or later though, you always have to wake up.” - Jake Sully
Walking along the ground filled with plants now gripped tight yet awkwardly in your hand as you tried to sniff out a scent of an animal worthy enough for hunt. “what was it like in your clan?” Aha’ri said quietly behind you the beads in her hair making small clinks as she walked behind you, trying to keep up.
“It was strict. Wet freeing. We did not follow as much rules as the other clans even before the fire” you spoke patiently. The past few months went by in a painfully slow manner. Heal, hunt, eat, fire, repeat. Were the only things keeping you company. You did not socialize with other Omatikaya if not needed, you hunted what you could on your own even though using a bow was less efficient to the metal blades you’d grown fond of. You healed getting the needed treatment from Mo’at every other half moon and even though you’d get stares and whispers as if it was something other worldly. You still worshiped the fire.
That was all until the little blue Na’vi Aha’ri decided it was her duty to follow you around as if she were a baby Viperwolf following its mother. She’d ask question upon question about your old clan “why do you decorate yourself with metal”, “why does the accessory on your chest bind you so tightly”, “did it hurt when you put the metal hoops into your arm”. They never stopped. Even when you avoided, idgnored, and hid from the child she always managed to find you…
“Why do you hold bow that way? It is like you’re a baby trying to balance” she chuckled and your ear twitched at the joke “I did not use such things growing up.. I use knife and spear not bow.” The girls head tilted as she gazed on your lower back, the knife holster snug above your tail. The hard metals shining softly at the base as if it were treasure.
“But it is against rule to use great mother’s metals?” Aha’ri said matter a factly causing the Mangkwan to chuckle “I am sure she will not miss it” the worrier spoke as she tried fixing her posture and grip on the bow. She let out a huff and relaxed as the slung the bow over her shoulders.
“Come” she said sternly, the way her tail flicked obviously showing her annoyance. “But you did not catch-“ the child spoke before being interrupted by the way she angrily walked past “come or I leave you” she hissed while she walked away.
Aha’ri smiled and ran after her catching up just to watch her scowl from the corner of her eye. “You know you do not have to hunt on your own? The clan always eats together” she spoke softly
The Na’vi let out a sigh “I am not hungry” she spoke before quickening her pace back to hometree.
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Tonight she didn’t sit close to the flames as usual. She sat in the back against the trunk of the tree, the soft light and darkness fighting each other as the rest of the clan danced and celebrated a successful hunt, chanting thanks and dancing for their great mother.
Among the people Aha’ri and her mother danced happily their bond was clear even though the rebellious teen would deny such things she’d always favor her mother’s presence over the ones of many.
On the other side the hunters again formed a circle, not all of them present but still happy with the fact of celebrating.
The party was beautiful, mates, and families and friends enjoying each other, enjoying the things great mother has blessed them with, the way she has protected them and will continue to for hundreds of years.
It was unlike the celebrations back home. Running and jumping through fire daring to see who’d be burned by its everlasting flame. Marking each others bodies with blades, sniffling powders and convulsing under the Tsahìk’s watchful eye.
The ways she’d dance with them bodies flowing together in front of the flames as others would watch jealous. It was how it should’ve been before the sky people came and broke apart what had become sacred.
The way Tsahìk had led him into her kelku, yes she is known to take multiple partners to help in her pleasures that is normal. But the way the tall man’s fingers splayed five instead of four, the weird hair sticking from the top of his face and the odd clothes he wore.
It was alien. It wasn’t right, and yes curse great mother but even she knew it wasn’t natural. Her place had been taken far too many times, the past relations between the Na’vi and Va’rang always sat steady in her mind even after she left. Her hate for the demon and the way he’d brag and act cocky disgusted her more than Eywa herself.
The wish to get rid of him was brought up but always ignored because ‘she needed him, needed the thunder’ those were the things that made her leave. Leaving the past, her parents, her friends, everything. Because the hate and poisoning the sky man had brought to her clan.
Even as she loved the feeling of the mothers metals against her skin, or the way that it felt as she severs kurus that weren't her own she could never shake the hatred shed felt for the sky man that brought dishonor to her own personal paradise.
To see the Omatikaya accept the demon just as her own clan had brought another feeling of disgust that settled deep into her core the way shed watched the five fingered man and his half blood children. The demon words the man would say and the way that everyone else acted as if it was normal, understanding, something that they'd just.. come to easily accept. All but her.
The fact used to send her into deep thought as if she was a broken Na'vi, one that could not adapt and accept others as they had. She was not broken, not even when she had watched her parents die or stared as Va'rang burned villages. She had just been so accustomed to hate everything but her Tsahik that she's hated everything but ever since.
(Everything written may not be accurate but I try my best!!)
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(this is probably gonna be a shorter filler chapter i had a good idea for it but never wrote it down so i completely forgot it.. but here's chapter 5)
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Translations: Tsahik a person who speaks through Eywa
“When I was lying there in the VA hospital with a big hole blown to the middle of my life. I started having these dreams of flying, I was free. Sooner or later though, you always have to wake up.” - Jake Sully
Walking along the ground filled with plants now gripped tight yet awkwardly in your hand as you tried to sniff out a scent of an animal worthy enough for hunt. “what was it like in your clan?” Aha’ri said quietly behind you the beads in her hair making small clinks as she walked behind you, trying to keep up.
“It was strict. Wet freeing. We did not follow as much rules as the other clans even before the fire” you spoke patiently. The past few months went by in a painfully slow manner. Heal, hunt, eat, fire, repeat. Were the only things keeping you company. You did not socialize with other Omatikaya if not needed, you hunted what you could on your own even though using a bow was less efficient to the metal blades you’d grown fond of. You healed getting the needed treatment from Mo’at every other half moon and even though you’d get stares and whispers as if it was something other worldly. You still worshiped the fire.
That was all until the little blue Na’vi Aha’ri decided it was her duty to follow you around as if she were a baby Viperwolf following its mother. She’d ask question upon question about your old clan “why do you decorate yourself with metal”, “why does the accessory on your chest bind you so tightly”, “did it hurt when you put the metal hoops into your arm”. They never stopped. Even when you avoided, idgnored, and hid from the child she always managed to find you…
“Why do you hold bow that way? It is like you’re a baby trying to balance” she chuckled and your ear twitched at the joke “I did not use such things growing up.. I use knife and spear not bow.” The girls head tilted as she gazed on your lower back, the knife holster snug above your tail. The hard metals shining softly at the base as if it were treasure.
“But it is against rule to use great mother’s metals?” Aha’ri said matter a factly causing the Mangkwan to chuckle “I am sure she will not miss it” the worrier spoke as she tried fixing her posture and grip on the bow. She let out a huff and relaxed as the slung the bow over her shoulders.
“Come” she said sternly, the way her tail flicked obviously showing her annoyance. “But you did not catch-“ the child spoke before being interrupted by the way she angrily walked past “come or I leave you” she hissed while she walked away.
Aha’ri smiled and ran after her catching up just to watch her scowl from the corner of her eye. “You know you do not have to hunt on your own? The clan always eats together” she spoke softly
The Na’vi let out a sigh “I am not hungry” she spoke before quickening her pace back to hometree.
.
.
.
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Tonight she didn’t sit close to the flames as usual. She sat in the back against the trunk of the tree, the soft light and darkness fighting each other as the rest of the clan danced and celebrated a successful hunt, chanting thanks and dancing for their great mother.
Among the people Aha’ri and her mother danced happily their bond was clear even though the rebellious teen would deny such things she’d always favor her mother’s presence over the ones of many.
On the other side the hunters again formed a circle, not all of them present but still happy with the fact of celebrating.
The party was beautiful, mates, and families and friends enjoying each other, enjoying the things great mother has blessed them with, the way she has protected them and will continue to for hundreds of years.
It was unlike the celebrations back home. Running and jumping through fire daring to see who’d be burned by its everlasting flame. Marking each others bodies with blades, sniffling powders and convulsing under the Tsahìk’s watchful eye.
The ways she’d dance with them bodies flowing together in front of the flames as others would watch jealous. It was how it should’ve been before the sky people came and broke apart what had become sacred.
The way Tsahìk had led him into her kelku, yes she is known to take multiple partners to help in her pleasures that is normal. But the way the tall man’s fingers splayed five instead of four, the weird hair sticking from the top of his face and the odd clothes he wore.
It was alien. It wasn’t right, and yes curse great mother but even she knew it wasn’t natural. Her place had been taken far too many times, the past relations between the Na’vi and Va’rang always sat steady in her mind even after she left. Her hate for the demon and the way he’d brag and act cocky disgusted her more than Eywa herself.
The wish to get rid of him was brought up but always ignored because ‘she needed him, needed the thunder’ those were the things that made her leave. Leaving the past, her parents, her friends, everything. Because the hate and poisoning the sky man had brought to her clan.
Even as she loved the feeling of the mothers metals against her skin, or the way that it felt as she severs kurus that weren't her own she could never shake the hatred shed felt for the sky man that brought dishonor to her own personal paradise.
To see the Omatikaya accept the demon just as her own clan had brought another feeling of disgust that settled deep into her core the way shed watched the five fingered man and his half blood children. The demon words the man would say and the way that everyone else acted as if it was normal, understanding, something that they'd just.. come to easily accept. All but her.
The fact used to send her into deep thought as if she was a broken Na'vi, one that could not adapt and accept others as they had. She was not broken, not even when she had watched her parents die or stared as Va'rang burned villages. She had just been so accustomed to hate everything but her Tsahik that she's hated everything but ever since.
Summary: Being Sevika's girlfriend is already something controversial, to say that all eyes are on you is an understatement, but being much younger than Sevika, gives much more to talk about, Sevika didn't believe that someone could make her so soft, that was until you came along.
This is a little story of how your relationship started and what sevika is like as a girlfriend ;)
This was a Request from an Anon! I hope you like it xoxo
Pairing: Sevika x fem!reader
Words: 4.5k!
ⓘ Warnings: Legal age gap (Reader is of the legal age, she's in her 20s) Men being jerks (insinuations), mentions of alcohol, sevika is a big softie (Because I want to and I can), no proofread, I think that's it, lmk if I forgot anything.
Your history with Sevika was a bit chaotic to say the least, you worked at the last drop as a waitress from time to time, it wasn't the best place but there weren't many job opportunities in Zaun, this was the best you could find, for now.
The first time you saw Sevika was in your first week of work, the woman was in a corner of the bar, playing cards with other local men, with a glass of what looked like whiskey in her hand.
That day you didn't think much of it, you had a dozen tables to serve and on top of that you had to dodge the flirtations of some men who didn't seem to understand your very direct hints that you simply weren't interested in them.
You had to adapt quickly to the job, there were many things to do and few people working and helping you, despite this, you managed to adapt quickly, you were good at serving customers and you were fast, which were very useful qualities in that place.
For the first time after a month you had to attend to the table where Sevika was with other people, in one of her usual card games, although you didn't want to admit it, Sevika's presence was intimidating, but in that job you couldn't be scared or turn back.
“Can I offer you something? Any drinks or food?” You asked politely, holding up a small notepad, awaiting her orders.
“Oh yeah, I have a few things in mind that you could offer me” Said one of the men at the table, looking you over from head to toe with a smirk.
Sevika instantly tensed at the man's words, her jaw tensing just enough to stop herself from saying anything.
“Do you have a name?” The same man asked, not taking his eyes off you.
“I'll just ask one more time, can I offer you something to drink or eat?” you said again, speaking slowly as if you were dealing with children, trying to keep your tone polite, you knew that insults would only cause them to make a complaint and you couldn't afford a pay cut.
The other men at the table seemed to notice your frustration and simply told you their order, some with a more rude and condescending tone.
“A whiskey, please” Sevika said without looking up from her cards, but her tone was kinder than the rest of the people at the table.
You nodded slightly, grateful that someone at the table knew how to say please.
Minutes later you returned with the drinks, leaving them on the table with a friendly smile, though at this point, you were more than exhausted.
“Thank you” Sevika murmured as you handed her the glass of whiskey, still totally focused on her card game, for a moment your gaze rested on her hands, specifically the one holding her cards, you couldn't help a smile to appear on your face, she was going to win.
A few seconds later you proved it, when while you were serving some drinks at the table in front of her, you heard the complaints of the men at the moment that Sevika lowered her cards, all upset because the woman had won, again.
You spent the rest of the night serving drinks for Sevika's table, to your surprise, the man who had made a pass at you didn't say a word again, which was strange, they didn't usually give up so easily, but anyway, you were grateful you didn't have to listen to him.
Little by little people started to leave and the place began to empty, people went with you to pay their tabs at the bar and left, you were finally starting to relax, soon the night would be over and you could take a well-deserved rest.
“Here” Sevika said as she approached the bar, extending the money to you, but you instantly frowned, noticing that it was more than she owed on her tab and it was too much to be a tip.
Sevika seemed to notice your confusion and spoke “It's because of Finn, he's a jerk sometimes, I'm sorry”.
You frowned even more, until you remembered the guy sevika was sitting with, the man who had made a pass at you, you immediately shook your head, making a move to return the money to sevika.
“No, no, you don't have to apologize or give me extra” You said kindly, Sevika was not to blame for that man being a jerk and you couldn't charge extra to every idiot no matter how much you wanted to.
“Take it as a tip” Sevika said seriously, gently pushing your hand with the money and walked out of the place, leaving you with the money in your hands.
You stood still, it wasn't normal for someone to give you that kind of tip, but immediately a smile spread on your face, that money would be very useful, you wouldn't have to worry about that month's rent anymore.
To your surprise, sevika kept showing up at the bar practically every week, and every time she went she left you the same generous amount of tip, it was more than anyone else would give you, plus she was always nicer than the rest of the customers, sometimes even engaging you in small conversations, which you started most of the time, but sevika was more than happy to follow, your conversations were not long or personal, just small chats about her card games or about trivial zaun topics.
Even though sevika's little appearances made your nights a little better, you still had annoying customers who would take every opportunity to try to flirt with you or act like idiots.
This did nothing but wear you out, you had enough with having to attend to a dozen tables to still have to deal with idiots who wanted to sleep with you.
So here you were today, the bar was almost completely empty and your shift was over, you were sitting at one of the tables in the back trying to convince yourself not to quit, you were exhausted and had no energy at all, you had no family or close friends, so you had no one to complain to about your problems, it ended up with you holding it all in until you felt you couldn't take it anymore.
“Are you all right?”
A voice brought you out of your thoughts, trying not to sigh you looked up and nodded slightly, it was sevika who spoke, after her constant visits you now recognized her instantly
“Do you need anything? We'll be closing in about 15 minutes” You said kindly despite how tired you were.
Sevika shook her head instantly, she had been about to leave until she saw you at that table alone and totally exhausted.
“Are you really okay? You look…exhausted” Sevika said, her voice softer than usual, which didn't go unnoticed by you.
“Yeah…it was just a long day” You said softly, your voice showing how exhausted you were, sevika noticed instantly that it wasn't just physical exhaustion, but mental.
Even though you didn't notice it, sevika always kept an eye on you when she went to the bar, it was like something about you magically attracted her, it was probably all the energy you usually had, you usually looked cheerful and lively, the complete opposite of this moment, plus she had seen you deal with dozens of idiot men, you always found a way to ignore them or make them look foolish when they tried to pick you up, but even though you made it look easy, sevika knew it wasn't, she knew it was exhausting.
“Yeah, it must be exhausting to deal with these idiots and still keep that pretty smile of yours” Sevika murmured nonchalantly, sitting on the chair in front of you, you didn't know why but something stirred in you, that compliment wasn't like the ones you heard everyday, her words sounded sincere.
“You have no idea” You replied in a sigh, remembering how exhausting your night had been, it always surprised you how jerks some customers could be, every night was hard, it was Zaun at the end of the day, but that night it felt worse, you didn't know why.
“And why are you still here?” sevika asked, although the question sounded rather stupid to you, you knew she was asking out of genuine curiosity. “You're young to be in a place like this.”
You sighed slightly, somewhat frustrated, you knew you were young, that there were probably more opportunities for you, but being in Zaun things weren't easy, though you didn't want to spend your whole life in a crappy bar either.
“I…I have nowhere else to go…this is the best job I could find” You said simply, without giving more details, your voice sounded resigned, because you were, you had to settle for this.
Sevika nodded slightly, she knew that maybe her question had been a bit stupid , it was obvious that in Zaun you had to make do with what there was, she knew why you worked there, you needed to put food in your mouth and survive, everyone did what they had to do to survive, she knew that better than anyone.
“And what about your family? Or friends?” Sevika asked, her voice softer than usual, she didn't want to believe you had no one by your side to support you.
“I've been on my own for a while now…It's hard to make friends when I spend all my time in this damn place” You explained quietly, your voice echoing with bitterness, you didn't want to say you hated your job, but it definitely wasn't the place you expected to be in your 20s, this definitely wasn't the life you expected to have in your 20s.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't be complaining, my job must sound ridiculous compared to yours” You said after a few seconds in silence, you felt dramatic for complaining about your job to someone like sevika, everyone knew that sevika was practically in charge of keeping the undercity people at line.
Sevika couldn't contain the small smile on her face at gracie's last words, it wasn't a mocking smile, but rather a tender one, a girl gracie's age, a bar waitress, complaining about her job to a woman like sevika, who had seen the cruelty of the city face to face, was a somewhat amusing situation.
“You work all damn day and deal with a bunch of idiots, you can complain all you want” Sevika said casually, although her voice sounded sincere, it sounded understanding, which was the opposite of what you would expect from a woman like her.
Something in you stirred at her words, you used to tell yourself that you couldn't complain, that you were living a good life compared to others, that your life wasn't that bad, even others had told you that, but here was sevika, the toughest woman you had ever seen, the one who definitely had it worse than you, telling you that you could complain all you wanted.
“You don't have to act like you don't care all the time, you have the right to complain about your life when it feels like shit.” Sevika said quietly, without looking at you, instead she stood up, she herself didn't know why she was being so soft on you, there was something about you, something that made it impossible for her to act rude to you.
“Shall I walk you home?” sevika asked after a few moments, your legs practically moved by instinct, standing up and starting to walk beside her towards the exit of the bar, which at this point was empty and closing.
That was the first of a dozen times that sevika walked you home, that day for the first time you could complain to someone about how shitty your life was, sevika wasn't very good at comforting you, but she listened attentively and gave you advice from time to time.
Sevika spent the next few weeks walking you home, she didn't even ask anymore, she just waited until your shift was over and walked you home, most of the time she tried to get you to talk, although she didn't talk too much, she just asked you how your day was and let you talk all the way, telling her absolutely everything, she quickly found out that you enjoyed talking a lot and although she wouldn't admit it, she enjoyed listening to you talk.
Sevika hesitated too much to ask you out, when I say too much is too much, she spent a week thinking whether to do it or not, she liked you, she had accepted it after a while, but something in her still doubted that you liked her.
Sevika did not have low self-esteem, not at all, but something about you made her doubt, you were much younger than her and your personalities were very different, Sevika did not believe that you could fall in love with someone like her, a rough and closed woman, much older than you.
Even so sevika started to change a bit with you, doing little acts as if to test the waters, trying to see if you would respond the same way.
But of course, sevika wasn't very subtle with her actions, this woman doesn't know how to be subtle, yet you pretended not to notice anything and let her buy you drinks, bring you food, give you her jacket and so on.
Still you couldn't help but laugh when you noticed that sevika really thought she was being subtle, you thought it was cute, but you didn't say anything, you didn't have the heart to say it.
When Sevika finally got up the courage to ask you out on a real date she was surprised when you accepted right away, for the first time you left her speechless.
“Really?” Sevika asked incredulously, as if she didn't really believe you would have accepted so easily.
You nodded instantly, giving sevika a small smile, that smile that made her so weak.
On your first date Sevika showed up with a small bouquet of flowers, that bouquet had cost her a full salary, flowers were expensive in Zaun, but Sevika didn't care, she once heard you say you loved flowers and she promised to give you one.
During that first date, sevika could say for the first time, that she had a wonderful time, she had never been someone for the cheesy stuff, at her age she felt ridiculous doing it, but you were the opposite, your smile was contagious and made her feel like a teenager in love even if she didn't show it.
Listening to you talking about your life and your dreams made sevika realize that you were the one, something in her still felt insecure, not because of you, but because of herself, you seemed so cheerful and full of life, she was afraid that by her side you would lose that spark, that her temper would make you fade, sevika never expected that it would be the other way around, that you would make her become brighter and cheerful, that you would make her feel alive after so many years.
So after their first date, that wednesday that sevika remembered perfectly, in that cafeteria that seemed like a dream, sevika felt something new grow in her, for the first time in years, she felt in love.
₊˚⊹ᰔ Headcanons
⟡ Sevika asked you to be her girlfriend in private after the third date, she was tired of waiting and didn't want to spend one more second without being able to introduce you as her girlfriend, that same day was your first kiss and Sevika swore she had tasted heaven, your lips were soft and sweet on hers, it was heaven itself.
⟡ Even as girlfriends, sevika kept visiting the last drop and taking you home after your shift was over, the only difference is that now you didn't go straight home, instead you would visit a restaurant or end up at sevika's apartment ;)
⟡ Sevika never cared what you wore, she would never tell you to change, but she definitely liked you to show her what you were going to wear before you went out so she could wear something that “matched” according to her, plus she always enjoyed you modeling the clothes she gave you. She didn't care if you wore short skirts or the most baggy clothes in the world, she would still see you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and you didn't even have to worry about any man trying to flirt with you, one look from sevika and they would walk away instantly.
⟡ You became sevika's official waitress, no one else could serve her in the bar except you, it was an unwritten rule that all the waiters respected, sevika loved to have you around and steal a kiss or two when you brought her drinks.
⟡ This poor woman can barely keep up with you, you are aware that you are somewhat hyperactive, but sometimes you forget that sevika is in her thirties and is exhausted by her lifestyle, yet she never shows it, if you want to spend the whole day walking the streets and going from store to store she will go with you, if you want to go to the club and spend hours dancing, sevika has no problem, although she will probably spend most of the night sitting and watching you dance with a smile on her face.
⟡ Sevika is the most touchy person in the world, this woman has to have her hands all over you all the time, at first she was ashamed to even take your hand, but when you took the initiative, sevika didn't let go anymore.
Although going with your hands intertwined is not her preferred form of affection, she prefers to have her hands on your waist, or hug you from behind while you talk to someone or put her hand on your shoulders while she talks to someone, if you go down the street you always hug her arm while walking.
⟡ If there is something that sevika loves about you is your personality, she has never considered herself someone very cheerful or charismatic, so having you by her side was like a gift for her, she loves to listen to you talk and laugh, she would probably never get tired, many times she doesn't understand what you are talking about, because she is used to the old school, but even so she would never shut you up, you want to tell her about a new gossip between singers? Sure, tell her all about it, she has no fucking idea who they are but it sounds interesting, you want to go to a concert? sure, she pays for the tickets, she has no idea who the singer is but it's fun to watch you get excited.
⟡ This woman finds out everything so late, one day she can come and tell you the “newest gossip” and in reality you already knew it two weeks ago, you would still take care of telling her everything and since that day sevkia always asks you to tell her everything you know, although she would never admit that she is a gossip.
⟡ This woman wears reading glasses and you can't tell me otherwise, she hates wearing them but she has to and she doesn't like you mentioning it, the first time you saw her with them she felt insecure but when you told her she looked good she relaxed a little, she still doesn't wear them often even though she knows it will hurt her in the future.
⟡ Her way of showing love is acts of service, always, when you started to form your relationship she wanted you to live with her and quit your job, when you refused saying that you didn't want to be a bother, she didn't insist anymore, but she started to help you pay for your things and your rent, even though sevika didn't feel completely sure about you continuing to work in that bar, she understood that you wanted to continue being independent, so she didn't force you to do anything, but she made sure to keep you safe in your job and to help you with expenses that she knew were bothering you, saying that “It was nothing” and that she was only doing it out of good heart,
⟡ She makes dad jokes, the worst jokes in the world, the kind that make you laugh at how bad they are, for her they are the best jokes in the world and no one can tell her otherwise.
⟡ After a few months of dating she offered you to move in with her, it wasn't surprising, you spent too much time in her apartment so why not, even so sevika promised to pay the rent of your old apartment, she knew you had lived there for a long time and you wouldn't want to get rid of it, besides it was nice and you could still visit it from time to time.
⟡ Sevika takes off her prosthetic arm when she gets home, the moment she is at the door and she knows that you are there, safe and sound, she takes it off, even though she knows how to control it perfectly, she doesn't want to risk hurting you by accident, she never loved her prosthetic arm, but not using it is something that makes her feel vunerable not being able to use both arms correctly, but only with you she can stop caring about that vunerability, she doesn't need to be rude and rough with you, she knows that you would never use this vunerability against her.
⟡ She would NEVER let you touch shimmer, that it doesn't even cross your mind, she wouldn't give you a lecture but simply tell you “It's not up for discussion” and make sure you don't do anything stupid, she's not willing to watch you kill yourself little by little over this, if you ever questioned her she would tell you that you are too young to think about ruining your life in such a way.
⟡ This woman can cook, you can't say she can't, even if she won't admit it, she loves to cook, she loves to wake you up with breakfast ready on the table, she would love to prepare your favorite meal every time you ask her to.
⟡ Sevika gets up damn early, at 5 in the morning she would already be exercising and then having breakfast, more than once she has teased you saying that she doesn't understand how you can get up so late, if at your age she had much more energy.
⟡ Sevika Loves to use the phrase “ When I was your age” as if that was a century ago, she knows she's not that old, but according to her, things have changed a lot since she was young.
⟡ She likes to tell you stories of her childhood and teenage years, she never really likes to talk about this part of her life but she likes to do it with you, especially when you are going through a bad time and she wants to show you that things get better “I also thought it was the end of the world when I was your age, but look at me here, you showed up and everything got better.”
⟡ She loves to call you by nicknames, she would never call you by your name unless she is mad, she likes to introduce you as “ Her woman” or “Her lady”, she likes to call you all kinds of nicknames, “Doll”, “Dear”, “angel” or her favorite “Sunshine”.
⟡ She also loves it when you call her by nicknames, such as “Baby”, “Babe”, “Vika” or whatever you want to call her, she doesn't mind, you can even call her that in front of her friends and she wouldn't give a fuck, she just threatens them with a look and they know not to say a word, although some don't even care and laugh their asses off to hear you call a woman like sevika “Baby”.
⟡ Despite sevika's tough personality and looks, she becomes the biggest softie for you, this woman has no power to deny you anything, just bat your eyelashes and give her that pretty smile and she will give you whatever you want, there is nothing she won't do for you and to keep that smile on your face.
⟡ This woman buys absolutely everything you see or say, literally everything, if you go shopping with her you will probably come back with double what you originally needed, did you stare at some cookies in the supermarket? the next second sevika buys them, did you say two days ago you were craving a fruit? Next time you open the fridge there's a whole box.
⟡ Her favorite thing is your smile and your laugh, she loves to see you get excited about the silliest things and loves to see you laugh at any stupidity, many times she finds herself smiling at you without even noticing it.
⟡ There are days when she is not in the mood for anything, but she would never show it to you directly, she would keep hugging you and acting as usual, but the moment you notice it, everything changes, just a few words from you and you have her cuddled next to you, enjoying the caresses you give on her hair, she is not very good at talking about her feelings, so she would only explain very briefly what she feels and let you comfort her, at the end she would always say “What did I do to deserve you?”
⟡ This woman loves to take care of you on your bad days, she notices instantly that something is wrong, because according to her, “She can see it in your eyes”, so the moment she notices it she already cancels all her activities for you, she will cuddle with you as long as you want, she won't let you stay in bed for too long either, she will let you rest for a while and make you your favorite breakfast to cheer you up, then she will take you for a walk and tell you stories to cheer you up, when she feels you are very sad, she takes you to the cafeteria where you went on your first date, saying that that place is where she met the love of her life, that always brings a smile to your face.
summary: When you receive a strange address from Sevika, you don't know what to think. The extent of your relationship had always just been sex and work, but what if it was more?
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“That’s my good girl,” Sevika mumbles as she slides her pants back on. She gives your ass one last smack, then turns towards the exit.
“Same time next week?”
You move to answer, but Sevika is out the door and halfway down the
hallway before you get the chance. This had been the routine for years. Sevika would show up at your door, she would rail you into the mattress, then she would leave. There was no staying the night, no sweet words of affirmation, no aftercare.
That’s just how it was, though.
The two of you could be considered friends according to some, but truly, you were just someone who Sevika had chosen to allow into her space, even if it was just for hookups. At work, Silco often assigned you and Sevika to the same missions, so you spent a significant amount of time with the older woman.
That was the extent of your relationship with Sevika - sex and work.
Or, that’s what you thought until a few weeks later.
You were at work, carrying out your usual duties - filing payments, receiving shipments, that kind of thing. That is, until your assistant entered your office.
“Sevika asked me to give this to you,” the woman stated plainly, holding out a small envelope in her right hand. “Said something about needing you for something, but didn’t say what.”
You chuckle a bit, accepting the letter. “Certainly sounds like her. I’ll be leaving for the day soon anyways. Thanks, Celia”
She nods and leaves the room, not lingering for longer than needed.
You sit down at your desk, carefully opening the letter in your hands. Inside, there’s a single scrap of paper, and on it, there's an address. The wording is undoubtedly Sevika’s handwriting, but you don’t recognize the street name.
“Hey, Celia,” you call out. “Do you have a map of Zaun handy?”
Your assistant returns to the room a minute later, holding a map in her hand. “Here you go, Miss.”
“Thank you,” you reply, unfolding the map on your desk. As Celia turns to leave again, you stop her. “Wait, do you know if Silco has added a new address to our rotation?”
“I don’t think so,” she replies after a moment of thinking. “I feel like you would have been notified if he did.”
“You’re right,” you admit. “Thank you, Celia. I’ll be headed out now.”
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You find yourself in the oldest part of Zaun, staring up at a tall apartment building. According to the address in your hands, you’re headed to the fourth floor.
After a second of hesitation, you pull open the door to the landing and step inside.
The interior of the building is surprisingly modern given the state of the outside walls, and to your surprise, there’s even an elevator. You step forward and press the elevator’s button.
There’s a ding, and the doors slide open. When you enter the elevator, you press the button for level four.
When the elevator comes to a stop, the doors open to a dimly lit hallway. Strangely enough, there’s only one entry in the entire hallway. With nowhere else to go, you come to a stop in front of the slightly ajar door, nervous for what may be inside.
Finally, you push forward and find yourself in a nearly empty apartment.
Looking around, there’s almost no sign that the apartment has ever been lived in. The walls are bare, the kitchen is basically empty, and there’s not a single piece of decoration anywhere your eyes can see. That is, until you see Sevika’s jacket lazily strewn over the back of the couch.
It all makes sense now. This is Sevika’s apartment, her home.
In all the times you and Sevika had seen each other after work, the two of you were either at a bar or your house. She had never once allowed you - or anyone else for that matter - to see where she spent her time outside of her job.
The apartment was eerily silent, almost like no one was home. For a few seconds, you debated on just turning around and leaving, but something in your gut told you to stay. Then, you heard it.
Quiet, almost inaudible sniffles coming from somewhere down the hall.
You take a few steps forward, and you easily find the source of the sounds. In the hallway, there’s a single door straight ahead. It’s in the same state as the front door was, slightly cracked open.
When you push open the door, you’re met with a strange sight. Sevika, the most widely feared woman in the undercity, was sitting on the edge of her bed, crying softly.
She doesn’t even look up when you enter, instead choosing to stare at the floor in front of her. “Close the door, doll.”
You follow her order silently, and you step further into the room. You come to a stop right next to her, and you sit down on the bed about a foot away from her body.
“You needed me?” You glance over at Sevika as you speak, and you catch a glimpse of her mechanical arm. It appears to be damaged, and the more you look at Sevika’s body, the more worried you get.
From head to toe, Sevika is covered in a dark red liquid, her clothes stained by the mystery liquid.
“I…” Sevika’s voice is uncharacteristically small and hesitant. “There’s no one else I could trust,” she finally admits.
You nod in understanding, realizing the nature of your visit. Sevika needed comfort.
“May I?” Your hands rest on Sevika’s mechanical arm, your intention clear.
She hesitates, then nods.
You work quickly, unlatching her mangled arm from her body. Finally, once you have detached the hunk of metal, you set it down on her bedside table.
“Go take a shower,” you say with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. “You stink, hun.”
Sevika lets out a low chuckle, wiping her face. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”
After a moment, she stands and walks over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. You wait for the lock to click, but it never does.
This side of Sevika is something you’ve never seen before. Actually, now that you think about it, it's probably something that no one has ever seen before.
As far as you know, you’re the only one that Sevika allows to touch her arm, let alone remove it for her. The Sevika you know methodically locked doors behind her, forever paranoid. The fact that you’re in her apartment at all is surprising enough.
You sit back down on her bed, wondering what you could do to help her. Then, you get an idea.
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When Sevika steps out of the bathroom, she doesn’t know what to expect.
She half thinks she’ll find you still sitting on her bed, waiting for her, but you aren’t. In fact, you’re nowhere to be found in the entire apartment.
You left.
Sevika doesn’t know what she thought you would do. I mean, it's not your responsibility. She isn’t your responsibility.
This whole thing was stupid, she should have never-
Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open. She snaps her head around, and there you are, holding a large brown bag.
You freeze, the door half open behind you. “Hi?”
Sevika hesitates before she speaks. “I thought you left.”
“Oh, I was just picking up some food,” you reply with a nervous laugh. “I wanted to get back by the time your shower was over, but it took longer than I thought.”
“I see,” Sevika says slowly. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
“I don’t mind, honestly. I mean, I was going to cook something but you don’t have any food in your kitchen.”
“Yeah, I usually just… I’m not a very good cook, that’s all.” Sevika’s voice has a hint of insecurity in it, something you don’t miss.
“That’s ok,” you reply quietly. “Come on, the food’s getting cold.”
You set the bag down on Sevika’s small kitchen table, and you sit down. Sevika makes her way over and sits down right next to you.
As she sits, you pull the assortment of food out of the bag.
Earlier, you had looked at your map of the area, and you had noticed a name you recognized. Sevika’s favorite restaurant, a hole-in-the-wall Indian joint she frequented.
You had stepped up to order, unsure of what Sevika’s usual order was.
“Hey, this might be a weird question,” you’d started. “But do you remember what Sevika usually gets here?”
The old man behind the counter just smiled and nodded before he retreated into the kitchen. Maybe ten minutes later, he reemerged carrying the large bag of food that was now on Sevika’s table.
“I didn’t know what you’d want, so this is what the man behind the counter gave me,” you tell Sevika with a laugh. “I hope you like it.”
“Yeah, I order there enough for him to know what I get,” she responds with a smirk. Her tone softens. “Thank you,” she adds.
“It’s no problem,” you reply honestly. “I don’t mind.”
“Still, I’m sure there’s other things you could be doing.”
“Like what? We’re the same, hun. I don’t have any friends or family either.” You pause. “That is, except for…”
Your eyes meet hers, the weight of what you left unsaid settling over the room.
Finally, Sevika nods, her eyes full of understanding and something else - trust.
The two of you eat in silence, not speaking a word.
After a few minutes, the two of you finish eating, and you look around, trying to find something to talk about.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” Your voice practically cuts through the tension in the air, and Sevika just stares at you.
“A… movie?”
“Yeah, I figured it might help you relax,” you say nervously. “If you don’t want to we can just-”
“No, I’d like that,” Sevika interrupts.
You nod, and you stand up from your chair and lead the way to the living room. “You can pick what we watch,” you state simply.
While Sevika chooses the movie, you return to her room and pick up her arm. You rummage through her side table, grabbing a couple of the tools you need, and then you return to the living room.
You sit down on the floor next to Sevika’s legs, and you place her arm on the coffee table in front of you.
“What are you doing with my arm?”
You glance up at her. “The damage is minimal from what I can tell, so I was going to fix it for you. Is that… ok?”
Sevika stares at you in silence for a few moments, then she nods. “Yeah, yeah, that’s ok, doll. Thank you.”
As you tinker with your project, you speak quietly. “What movie are you going to pick?”
“I don’t know, something scary probably,” she replies with a smirk.
You glare at her, but don’t say anything to stop her, so Sevika picks some random thriller for the two of you to watch.
As you work, the random jump scares make you jump or yelp, and every time, Sevika chuckles slightly. “You’re such a scaredy-cat,” she says, no malice in her voice.
“Oh, shut up,” you reply with a smile. “It’s not my fault that you picked the scariest movie you could find.”
“I knew you would love it,” Sevika replies, resting her large hand on the top of your head.
You yawn, setting down your tools. “I’m tired,” you mumble.
After a second of hesitation, Sevika pats the couch next to her. “Come sit up here, doll,” she says quietly.
“Yeah, okay,” you reply. You slowly climb onto the couch, settling in next to her body.
Sevika wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you closer to her side. At first, you stiffen a bit, but after a few seconds, you relax into her hold and allow your head to rest against her shoulder.
The movie continues playing, but neither of you are paying attention to it anymore, instead choosing to enjoy each other’s company.
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You open your eyes to an unfamiliar sight. The wall in front of you is bare and foreign, and the bed you’re currently laying in is definitely not yours.
Strangest of all, the strong arm wrapped around your waist is definitely not yours.
After you’ve fully woken up, you remember the events of last night. Dinner, a movie, falling asleep against Sevika’s shoulder.
The only thing you don’t remember, however, is how you made it into Sevika’s bed.
You try to wriggle your way out of her grasp, but it’s no use. If anything, her arm just tightens around you, and you feel her mumble something into the back of your neck.
“What was that, hun?” Your voice is quiet, and you wait for Sevika to respond.
Her arms tighten even more, and she whispers a bit louder, “Go back to sleep, doll.”
You chuckle a bit before admitting defeat and closing your eyes. After all, you were pretty comfortable too.
SYNOPSIS: The very first time Abby realizes she might be into girls.
this fic belongs to the pride & bloom collection ♡!
WC: 2.7k | CW: just a fluffy meet-cute! + abby discovers something about herself. maybe the slightest mention/hint of her dating men before??
a/n: i've had this fic written down for over a week now and it's finally out!! hope u love it as much as i do. also, feel free to join and send a pride-themed request— the event closes on the 25th so we still got plenty of time left
Abby’s not entirely sure how it happened, but she’s standing in the middle of the Pride parade carrying a tote bag full of snacks and a hoodie Lev insisted on bringing despite the heat. He’s beside her practically vibrating with excitement, and Yara isn’t doing much better herself.
“Why am I here again?”
“Oh shush,” Yara gestures vaguely, a smirk forming in her lips. “You love us.”
“I tolerate you.”
“Love you too, Abby.”
Abby rolls her eyes, but as she watches Lev smiling at something across the street, the corner of her mouth tugs upward too. Seeing him happy matters more to her than she’ll ever admit out loud.
The parade itself isn’t bad either. Every corner of the street seems alive with laughter, dancing and the kind of easy joy that’s impossible not to get swept up in. Yes, it is louder than she’d usually prefer, but nice.
A line of booths stretches along the sidewalk. Some offer food, some sell handmade jewelry, others even give out brochures with information about local organizations.
“Oh! Let’s check ‘em out,” Lev grabs Abby by her sleeve, and soon the three of them make their way down the street.
Most of the booths blur together after a while, but one in particular catches Abby’s attention. The table is covered in handmade items— colorful bracelets representing each pride flag hanging from display racks, stickers spread across the surface in little rows, small pins that glitter under the sunlight.
The sign propped up near the register —which turns out to be just a shoe box— explains that all the money is going toward helping fund a friend’s top surgery.
That’s so nice, Abby thinks to herself as she reaches for a sticker. Two pink scissors pressed together blade-to-blade, surrounded by tiny hearts.
“Huh.”
“It’s one of our best sellers,” a voice says.
Abby hums, chuckling slightly just as she looks up and opens her mouth to make a joke. As her eyes set on your face, she forgets what she was about to say.
The afternoon sunlight catches the edges of your hair, and your wrists are covered in so many bracelets Abby isn’t sure how you manage to move your hands. A rainbow lanyard hangs around your neck, and she notices you’re smiling at her. God, you have the prettiest smile she has ever seen.
“Hi,” you say, waving at her with joy before looking down at the sticker in her hands. “It’s cool, right?”
Abby’s brain immediately abandons her. She’s suddenly very aware of the weight of the tote bag hanging from her shoulder and the way her fingers seem to burn right where they’re holding the sticker, which seems to be for far too long now.
Flush creeps up the back of her neck. “Uh… yeah, it’s— it’s cool, yeah.”
“Thanks,” you chuckle lightly, your smile growing bigger. “I worked on these all week.”
For some reason, Abby finds herself smiling back as soon as your laugh hits her ears. Soon, smiling turns into staring, and this quickly turns into her realizing that she’s staring. She looks away so fast she nearly gives herself whiplash.
What the hell is wrong with her?
Thankfully, Lev chooses that exact moment to step forward.
“No way. Did you make all of them?”
“A couple,” you nod. “My friends helped, too.”
And just like that, the conversation takes off. Lev asks more about the fundraiser, while Yara compliments the bracelets. You’re telling them all about your friend, who’s standing right next to you and shoots them a shy smile every now and then.
Every few seconds, Abby’s eyes drift back to you. She can’t help but notice the way your hands move when you talk, gesturing passionately; the way your face lights up whenever you bring up the fundraiser into the conversation, the way you laugh—
God, your laugh. It’s so warm and contagious, it makes Abby want to keep hearing it over and over again.
She doesn’t realize she’s staring again until Yara elbows her. Abby furrows her brows slightly, while Yara’s expression makes it clear she’s having far too much fun now.
Across the table, you glance at her again and shoot her a smile. Her stomach immediately twists, and she manages to smile back while making eye contact… that lasts only two seconds, because she can’t fight the urge to look away almost immediately. Her cheeks are burning red, heart stammering against her chest.
What. The. Hell.
Abby has talked to plenty of attractive people before, but she’s never spent an entire conversation wondering if she’s making too much eye contact only to immediately panic and stop making it altogether.
“So, are you guys enjoying the parade?”
Your gaze lands on her. God, you have to keep looking at her cause she’s clearly making it all weird, right? That has to be the reason why.
“It’s awesome,” Lev answers after a few seconds, giving Abby a sideways glance.
“It is,” you agree, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It’s a simple gesture, but it makes Abby’s stomach flip. “This is absolutely my favorite holiday.”
The conversation continues for a few more minutes before Lev ends up buying three stickers, Yara picks out a bracelet, and Abby leaves with the scissors sticker because she was far too embarrassed to put it down.
The second they’re out of earshot, the siblings look at her with narrowed eyes.
“What?”
Yara’s smirk widens. “Nothing.”
“Stop looking at me like that.”
Lev rolls his eyes at her words, but opts for letting it go just this time. A few minutes later, he gets distracted by a food stand while Yara disappears toward a display of handmade earrings.
Abby shoves her hands into her pockets and glances around, her eyes drifting back toward your booth. By accident, obviously. She notices a bracelet hanging on the rack that she hadn’t seen before— pink, purple and blue beads woven together.
Before she can think too hard about it, her feet are already moving. A minute later, she’s standing in front of your table again.
Your face brightens immediately. “Hey! Back already?”
“Um, I—” Why is this so difficult? She points at the small piece of jewelry. “I like that bracelet.”
You glance toward the display, humming before you hand it over for her to inspect. Your fingers brush for less than a second, but it sends a shiver down her spine nonetheless.
“The colors of the bi flag are so pretty,” you lean your elbows against the table.
Abby nods. Yes, the colors are pretty. A second thought follows— you are pretty. She shakes her head to try and focus, looking down at the bracelet resting in her palm.
“They are.”
Really? Is that all she can come up with?
You tilt your head slightly, a soft smile lingering on your lips. “Hey, I didn’t catch your name before.”
“Oh,” she nearly drops the bracelet. “I’m Abby.”
“Abby,” hearing her name in your voice sends an inexplicable flutter in her chest. “I like it. That’s a pretty name.”
“Thanks.”
“Is this your first Pride?”
Heat immediately crawls up her neck. “Is it that obvious?”
The sight of her blushing right in front of your table makes you chuckle. God, she is so cute.
“A little.”
“I’m here for Lev,” she admits, glancing over her shoulder and spotting him a few booths down, excitedly waving a handful of stickers at Yara. “He’s had a rough couple of years, so when he asked me to come…”
You nod before she can even finish.
“You said yes,” your expression immediately softens, following her gaze. A smile tugs at your lips at the sight of the kid with the shaved head. “He seems so sweet.”
“He is.”
“That’s so nice of you,” you glance back at her, noticing she put the bracelet down on the table. “Y’know what? Since you’re so supportive, I’m giving you a little gift.”
Abby’s eyebrows knit together. “What?”
“This is on the house,” you gently push the bracelet toward her.
Oh God. There goes her heart again.
“No,” she shakes her head, already reaching for her wallet. “I can pay for it.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Your smile softens. “Why?”
Abby opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. She can’t exactly say what she’s thinking: because I want an excuse to stand here longer. Instead, she says:
“It’s for a good cause.”
For a second, you simply stare at her. She’s about to mutter something else, when your expression brightens.
“Okay, but—” you reach beneath the table and pull out a small sticker. “Let’s compromise. This one is free.”
It’s a tiny cartoon house outlined in rainbow colors with the words Safe Space underneath. You slide it across the table toward her, and warmth settles inside her chest. When Abby glances back up, you’re smiling at her again.
“Thanks for supporting the fundraiser.”
The sincerity in your voice catches her off guard.
Abby leaves a minute later, deciding to get out of there before she embarrasses herself any further.
Unfortunately, she does come back a second time. She spots a pin she’d missed earlier, making her return easy enough to justify. The third time is a little bit harder, because she apparently needs another sticker.
The fourth time she returns, she doesn’t even pretend to be looking at the merchandise anymore. She just finds herself drifting back toward your booth. Every conversation feels easier than the last— you tell her about your friend and how much the fundraiser means to them, Abby tells you about Lev. You make fun of the scissors sticker and Abby threatens to throw it away, but you both know she won’t.
By the time the afternoon starts slipping into evening, Abby’s accumulated enough bracelets, pins, and stickers to open her own booth. As the crowds begin thinning and vendors start packing up for the day, Yara volunteers to go get the car.
Abby barely hears her, too busy staring across the street. Your booth is nearly empty now, a few boxes sitting on the table while you carefully take down decorations. The sight settles strangely in her chest, like something is ending before she’s ready for it to do so.
“You should go talk to her.”
Lev’s voice startles her. Abby tears her eyes away from your booth long enough to glare at him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Abby”
The look Lev gives her is so unimpressed that she almost laughs. Almost. Instead, she groans and drags a hand down her face.
“I don’t.”
She glances back across the street. You’re standing on the tips of your toes trying to unhook a pride flag from the side of the canopy. A second later, your friend reaches up to help, and the two of you nearly bump heads.
Your laughter carries faintly across the distance, and Abby’s stomach immediately does that weird thing again. There it is, that feeling has been following around all afternoon and she can’t seem to make sense of it.
“I’ve never…” she trails off.
The words feel strange in her mouth. It’s all new and confusing, a little terrifying even.
“I’ve never felt like this before.”
She expects teasing or at least some sort of dramatic reaction. Lev will never let her live this down and—
“Okay.”
Abby blinks. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Lev shrugs. “It’s fine.”
“That’s it?”
“What do you want me to say?”
Abby opens her mouth, then closes it almost immediately. Because she doesn’t actually know.
Her gaze drifts back to you. You’re carefully stacking the few remaining bracelets into a small box now, chatting with your friend as the two of you pack everything away. The golden light of the setting sun catches against the colorful beads wrapped around your wrist.
The sight makes her chest ache, but not in a bad way. Just enough to make her realize she doesn’t want the day to end.
“What if I don’t know what this means?” she asks quietly.
Lev follows her gaze. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, waiting patiently as they both watch you pack your stuff. Then, he nudges her shoulder.
“Then you don’t know.”
Abby snorts. “That’s not helpful.
“Sure it is,” he smiles softly. “You don’t have to figure everything out today, Abs.”
The words settle deep inside her chest. It’s so simple, but they carry so much weight. She’s spent the entire afternoon trying to understand what’s happening inside her head instead of letting herself just feel it.
And maybe that’s all she needs right now. Not to figure out what it means or how to label it, but just allow herself to feel.
Lev watches her for a second before a knowing grin spreads across his face. “You should probably go get her number.”
Abby wants to groan and tease him back, but she notices you just finished packing away another box. The sight sparks a sudden burst of panic, because in a few minutes you’ll be gone. If she leaves now, she’ll probably never see you again.
Before she can talk herself out of it, she starts walking toward your booth once again. Behind her, Lev pumps a fist into the air as he watches her make her way to you.
By the time she reaches your booth, you’re folding the last tablecloth. The second you look up and spot her, your entire face brightens.
“Hey! My favorite customer’s back.”
Abby laughs despite the heat crawling up her neck. “Favorite?”
“You put the fund in fundraiser,” you pint at the collection of bracelets, pins, and stickers peeking out of her tote bag. “I’m pretty sure you’ve personally financed at least one post-op appointment.”
Abby can feel her pulse in her throat. “I— Glad I could help.”
“You definitely did,” the smile you give her is so warm it makes her heart skip a bit. “Thank you, Abby. Really.”
God, the way you say her name should not have such a huge effect on her, but it does.
Around you, the festival is winding down. All the other vendors are packing away decorations and their merchandise, and people are filtering out into the streets. Still, all Abby can focus on is the softness in your expression as you look at her.
This is ridiculous. She’s asked people far scarier questions before, yet somehow this feels impossible.
After a few seconds of silence, you tilt your head slightly. “Everything okay?”
Abby exhales slowly. Okay. It’s now or never.
“Actually,” her hand finds the strap of the tote bag, fingers tightening around it. “I was wondering…”
“Yeah?” you prompt, the encouragement in your voice making her heart stumble.
She glances down for a second before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.
“Would you maybe want to—”
The words catch in her throat, and she can practically hear Lev laughing from across the street. Still, you wait patiently, a gentle smile on your lips.
Okay, Abby, get it together.
“Could I get your number?”
Your eyes widen slightly, and a grin spreads across your face. Oh no. Was that bad? Too forward? Too weird?
Before panic can properly settle in, you say:
“I was starting to think you’d never ask.”
She looks taken aback. “Huh?”
“Well,” you blush, and Abby can’t help but notice how cute and pretty you look all flustered. “I was hoping you’d come back one more time.”
“You were?”
The smile that spreads across your face is answer enough.
Without thinking too hard about it, she’s already pulling out her phone and unlocking it to hand it over to you.
“Good thing I did, then.”
“Good thing you did,” you agree, fingers brushing hers as you take the phone.
She watches as you type your name into her contacts, a small smile tugging at your lips the entire time.
“See you around?” you ask hopefully, handing the phone back to her.
Abby glances down at the number in her phone, then back at you.
“Yeah,” this time, she doesn’t have to force the words out. “See you around.”
For the first time all day, Abby’s confusion doesn’t feel so overwhelming. Whatever this is, she’ll figure it out.
But as she slips her phone back into her pocket and walks toward a grinning Lev, she has a feeling this is exactly where she needs to be.
Abby had you folded up tight in a deep mating press, your knees pushed all the way back beside your head as her strong body pinned you to the bed. She wore her sparkly lime green (fuck you guys) strap buried deep inside you, and she was already shaking.
Abby always got this way when she folded you up. She went crazy watching her strap bury deep in your pussy.
“Oh my god, baby,” Abby whined loudly, her voice so bright and desperate at the same time.
She bit her lip hard whimpering as she thrusted again. “I bet my cock feels so good in your pussy.” She gasped and her mouth hung open as she thrusted again. “Do you feel it in your tummy?”
You chuckled softly nodding. “I do baby.” you twitched as she rolled deeper. “Ah! So deep!”
She rolled her hips forward with a pathetic whimper, pushing the strap even deeper. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes glassy.
“Please, please, please,” she begged, voice cracking into a high whine. “Tell me it feels good.” She shivered as she thrusted again. “Tell me how good your pussy feels.”
She gripped the sheets next to your face and her body shook thrusting harder. “I need to hear it.”
You gripped her back, your nails dragging down in long lines. “Abby.” you moaned. “S-So good”
Abby let out another whiny moan as she started thrusting harder. Her muscular thighs trembled against you while she kept you folded perfectly.
“I want you to feel so good,” she cried out.
You nodded moaning into her neck. “You always make me feel good.” Your hips twitched as her cock slammed into you again.
“I love when you let me fuck your pussy.” She was shaking her voice needy. “I love it so much.“ She took a sharp breath in as she looked down at your pussy between your legs.
“Can I go faster?” She whined into your mouth as she kissed you. “Please say yes.” She kissed you again. “I need it.”
She broke the kiss gasping against your mouth. “ I need to fuck you harder.”
You nodded biting your lip. “As fast as you need to baby.” You moaned softly.
She pressed her forehead to yours, panting and whimpering with every thrust. Her arms shook from holding your legs back.
Abby’s hips snapped forward faster, deep and desperate, making little broken moans spill out of her with every stroke.
“I am so close already,” she admitted with a shy, laugh that turned into a long whine. “Just from fucking you like this. You look so pretty folded up for me.”
She buried her face in your neck, still thrusting hard and needy, her voice muffled and whiny against your skin.
“Pretty please?” She whined laying on your fully your knees to your shoulders. “Cum for me, baby.“ She thrusted harder. “I”ll be so good.”
bestfriend! abby who will slip an arm around your shoulder during movie nights and twirl your hair around her fingers…if you don’t have enough hair/it’s not the right texture for her to be able to do that she twiddles with the collar of your shirt or the straps of your tank tops…
bestfriend! abby who finds a polaroid and is constantly sneaking photos of u….she keeps her favorite in her pocket while patrolling to look at randomly like you’re her dead wife. she’s is a loser.
bestfriend! abby who can’t say no to you :( you don’t have to give her a face to get her to do something for u, because she’s already on her feet the second you utter her name.
bestfriend! abby steals your little trinkets when you visit her room so that you’re forced to come back to get them, or so that she has the opportunity to go to your room.
bestfriend! abby who goes red when you compliment her. you could literally say that you like her socks or something random as hail and her cheeks would go burgundy.
bestfriend! abby who gets items she knows you like while picking up another bar of that pine soap she likes…to hand them to you later….and maybe convince u to let her stay a bit…
bestfriend! abby who’s tone will change immediately once you start talking to her. she’ll be groaning at manny for something he did earlier….but then you’ll tap her on her shoulder….and the lilt in her voice brightens and all the anger is forgotten.
bestfriend! abby who has never forgotten your birthday. ever.
bestfriend! abby who will purposely brush shoulders with you while walking beside you :/ like bruh you’re not slick
bestfriend! abby who intentionally doesn’t save a spot for you when sitting together with other friends, just so that you’re forced to sit in her lap. she’s a freak. lawl.
bestfriend! abby REFUSES to let anyone interrupt u while you’re having a conversation. If you’re talking to her and someone else tries to catch your attention, she’ll glare at them and go “she’s busy.” like ok.
bestfriend! abby who never ever asks to have a bite of your food. on the other side tho…she will beg u to try a bite from hers. she likes watching you eat. and her ass likes indirectly kissing u. dork.
bestfriend! abby who is banned from going on patrol with you because you claim she dotes on you more than she actually kills infected. because of that she absolutely despises it when u go on patrol because she’s not there with u.
bestfriend! abby who found a cute stuffed animal while patrolling once and named it after you. You don’t even know it exists.
bestfriend! abby who protects the friendship bracelet the two of you made when you were still fireflies like the galaxy will explode if she doesn’t. she lost it once (it was tangled in her blanket) and damn near cried.
bestfriend! abby who kisses your skin every time you fall asleep on her in the privacy of your rooms. whether it’s your temple, the top of your head, your cheek….anywhere but your lips. she wants to save that for when you’re conscious.
bestfriend! abby who refuses to sleep if you’re not cuddling during sleepovers. even if you’re sweaty and hot asf she don’t gaf. u best believe her arms with he wrapped around you in some way.
bestfriend! abby who gets deeply offended when you just mention another person when you’re with her. even if it’s not in a romantic aspect….if you’re talking to her she doesn’t want the conversation to be directed to anyone else. she refuses to elaborate about the furrow in her brows and the pout on her lips.
bestfriend! abby who accidentally let the nickname baby slip out loud and was so embarrassed she had to leave to the bathroom to calm herself down. she in fact did not sleep that night.
bestfriend! abby who needs u bad. horribly. her desire for u is insanely impressive.
She shifts her head slightly towards your figure in the doorway, but her eyes are still fully focused on the bright screen in front of her. "Yeah, babe?"
You walk over to her, glancing at the Fortnite game currently on her monitor screen. "Dude, I'm getting ambushed," Ellie mumbles, fully engrossed in her intense game of Battle Royale.
"Baby," you call, trying to get even a sliver of attention from her. "Mhm, yeah?" Ellie replies, still not even looking at you.
You roll your eyes. "You're not even listening." She finally glances over to you. "N-No, I am, I swear. What's up?"
"Are you done yet?"
"Bro, I like-just got on, babe," she complains.
"It's been an hour!" You huff. "I'm bored," you whine, moving slightly in front of her.
"Dude, you made me die!" She says, leaning back in her chair with a slight frown on her face. Ellie takes her headphones off and runs her hand through her auburn hair.
You cross your arms. "Well, I want to be with you," you say, giving her a shy pout. "Baby, we've been together all weekend. Can't I just have some time to myself?"
You give her a confused look, like the thought of needing to be alone was suddenly an abstract concept. "But... I miss you." You try to reason with her, but she's just as stubborn as you, if not more.
"Dude, we live together. You see me everyday, like... all the time."
"Just say you hate me." Ellie rolls her eyes. Her ringed hands move to find your waist, pulling you to stand between her legs. "Just give me another hour, alright. Then I'm all yours. Okay?"
The reasonable version of you would nod and leave her to continue her game. Well, that version isn't here today. Time to move to plan b.
"But, El, it hurts."
She raises her pierced eyebrow. "What hurts?"
You fall dramatically into her lap, curling up and hiding your face in her chest.
"It hurts," you say vaguely.
Ellie laughs and tries to make you sit up but you resist and hold on to her tighter. "No."
"Baby, no, we're not doing this." She tries again to move you off of her but to no avail. Ellie sighs out and shakes her head. She knows she's not winning this (and maybe a small part of her doesn't want to).
Ellie doesn't say anything else, just puts her gaming headphones back on and grabs her controller. You smirk into her chest, feeling victorious.
this is a repost from my other blog i’m just moving it here!
after a texting situation gone south, you’re invited to a raging frat-party by the star athlete, your ex-best friend and bully—abigail anderson—to makeup your rocky pasts with more than a kiss.
┊͙ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ content: popular athletic switchbully!abby x girl rotter powerbottomfem!reader. college au!!! enemies to lovers with a hidden history? abigail anderson has always had a thing for you from day fucking one. you could never find out. therefore, she must stand her ground…leading her to act like an absolute bitch. you’re the “tired lesbian” in the back of the class with hardly any friends, always on your phone—and one day, you’d be the girl who would get your bully off over call to your voice with your guidance. to some, you and abby were more opposite than the damn sun and moon. you absolutely despised each other…but between small glances and middle fingers, there laid secret stares of lust and yearning for a time once shared. never would they think you and abby were once best friends in middle school.
~~~THIS FIC INCLUDES: depictions of violence/fighting, world building of friendship nostalgia, phone sex—mutual masterbation, mention of drugs & alcohol, making-out, secret sweet to rude, nasty/passionate sex—fingering (reader&abby!receiving), tit sucking (abby!receiving), oral (reader&abby!recieving) and strap fucking in missionary cuz yes!! so intimate n rough (reader!receiving!!). asphyxiation/choking, given a hickey, called mean names such as slut and whore—said with good intentions because abby knows u may or may not get off to her being a meanie :)—(reader!receiving). sweat licking/body worship kink—(abby!receiving). calling abby “mommy” & “good girl” :D, abby has a fat clit and is a squirter cuz i said sooo!! reader & abby have bushes bcuz free the all natural girlies!! :3
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ author's note: sorry it takes me so long to put stuff out :( i just revise and revise, just adding a bunch cuz i want it to be super yummy for yall !!! the smut parts are a little…i kinda went all out cuz who doesn’t crave sweet yet mean degrading and subby abby :3 the lesbian best friend angst and sexual tension goes crazy in this fic so UGHH!! and shout out to my girls with anger issues and fucked up sleep schedules, this one is for u!! hope u enjoy!!
and omg here was the art for this fic!!!
abby was the only girl on her football team and one of the best damn players. at her games, spotting her was always easier than expected, her tight ass and perfect braid so recognizable in the sea of guys. after the most recent game last night—today, you’re shaken up by a rough shove against your gymroom locker, mean hands gripping your sweaty shoulders as they usually do when she needs to take her anger out on something after training, “Hey.” abby’s face, only inches away from yours, seems a little different with her intimidating stance today. “The fuck were you doin' at my game last night?” she sighs with a hitch in her breath, a sound that contrasts her natural confidence, “I couldn’t focus when a damn pathetic thing like you was staring." hey. how’d she know you were there? your body constantly worked against you and right about now, you may or may not have whimpered as you glanced from her eyes to tits, noticing how snug her tanktop fit. shit.
abby’s eyes soften for a moment, watching your nervousness coat your face red. her eyes wander your body, dissecting what to do next with a furrow of her brows.
you gulp softly, wincing, knowing something’s coming.
and you weren’t wrong—she jostles you forward once more, strong hands gripping your shoulders with rough force, banging you against your locker again, the metal clanging hard. you jolt with an agitated exhale, eyes fluttering shut, slightly pissed you already have to deal with her this early in the day. you groan—“Hey!” your breath growing uneasy as abby stares at you intensely, waiting for an answer. “You never come to my games.”
“why does that matter, abby?” you glare at her, hands moving to her wrists, trying to push her off you but her large hands won’t budge, only making her pin you harder against your locker. her proximity always made you blush and it’s so embarrassing.
the conversation and abrupt bang of the metal caught the attention of other students changing, only making them glance over with a laugh, assuming abby was just joking around with a new friend or something.
worst thing was you weren’t new.
you were just never fucking known.
however, it was reasonable. your appearance changed every other week—trying to figure out different aesthetics, reinventing, just alternative shit, always attempting to figure out who you are.
people knew you as someone not to mess with—which is why you were…somewhat ostracized. “a little insane” was what they stupidly called you. it was a little bit of a stretch but when abby picked on you on the wrong day, you could bruise her up bad.
nothing ever felt right.
you were always tired.
doom-scrolling till you passed out at 5 in the morning every other day.
god, you only felt worse when you had a closeted raging lesbian picking on you.
you fucking hated it.
but you didn’t fully hate her.
a popular girl walks by, scoffing at you and the whole scene, eyeing abby down with that look before frivolously saying, “Hey, Abby.”
“Hi.” abby sternly mutters, gaze staying on you, clearly not interested in anyone but you.
abby knew everyone. everyone knew abby. being on the football team gave her a natural pass, other than her looks and an awkward charming personality...but—to you, she puts up a wall or something and becomes this shitty girl even if you’re in a radiance of her.
none of those kids looked hard enough to see the confusion behind your eyes and just a little beyond right at abby’s enlarged pupils, noticing how her eyes always lit up when she spoke to you.
“Why’d you dress like that, yesterday?” abby murmurs with a hushed tone, secretly feeling foolish and regretful for possibly hurting you a little too hard against the door of your locker.
it was a hell of an excuse to touch you, but shit, it wasn’t a good one.
“like what?” you ask under your breath, baffled by her softer tone, eyes lingering to her pouty lips.
“You know what.” abby rolls her eyes dramatically, her big shoulders shrugging followed with a tilt of her head—acting in such an odd way that makes you scrunch your nose with confusion.
your outfit last night?
you wore a miniskirt with a lowcut shirt—a bit of a contrast to the zip-up you always throw on after feeling a little embarrassed about whatever outfit you wore.
“i-uh, uhm.” you nervously crane your head further against the locker, body language shrinking as abby blinks hard, her breathing growing heavy.
“there was a pretty girl there.” you mutter quietly, eyes seeking her approval of some sort. abby leads part of the LGBTQ+ club at the college on Saturdays—normally going to learn and support the kid she babysits, Lev. you knew she was a good person, she was just…incredibly rough around the edges with you.
you always attended the club but she constantly shot you certain looks for some odd reason whenever they discussed homosexual marriage or the dating scene.
abby knew you were gay. your lesbian pin on your backpack practically mocked her whenever she saw you.
“P-pretty girl? Who?” abby’s face grows with shock, her stutter surprising you.
“abby, what—?” you feel your heart tug at the way her eyebrows crease with what looks like…the fear of betrayal.
what in the world?
the thing is with abby—you’ve always slightly enjoyed the attention she gave you—whether be it her almost tripping you, stupidly elbowing your books out of your grasp, or your favorite, when she’d eye you as you walk home from her truck…god, nothing made your heart race more that.
her pretty eyes and strong soft hands were always not on your mind. that’s what you like about her. how beautiful she is.
worst thing is you know she’s such a sweet person.
the way she acts towards you…really hurts your soul. she was textbook bully mean.
man, you know shouldn’t like someone who treats you like shit.
recently, you’ve been learning to move on since she’s been pretty persistent with you since high school…
—and the couple years of college…it still seems abby wants nothing to do with you beside make you feel even more miserable.
it still confuses you. she doesn’t like you.
not like that.
you don’t even wanna imagine how’d she react if she found out how you feel about her.
god, she could actually beat you up for it.
…but from the way she stares at you during class…alright, it’s a little dumb to think about it, you know, considering the concept of dating your bully. it’s just that the idea…makes you too elated for something with such little hope.
“D-do I know her?” abby arches an eyebrow, her voice raising in anger—almost annoyed you’ve never told her something so seemingly important to her.
“she’s the blonde girl in our biology class.” your voice drops to a whisper as you search her gaze, utterly perplexed by the way she’s reacting for someone who dislikes you.
“Blonde girl? The one who transferred here recently?” abby’s voice softens with intrigue and it’s the most normal you’ve ever heard her in a long time.
the new girl you were speaking about—pretty, tall, blonde, on the soccer team and a blatant homosexual.
you remember the day she came in during your biology class. it was recent—about a week ago when you and abby sat side by side as you were miserably lab partners that afternoon. the room completely changed when that new girl walked in. man, she was an absolute ray of sunshine. you had only slept three hours that night and the moment she walked over after greeting the teacher and asked what you were currently learning, fuck, she felt like a shot of pure caffeine.
you remember looking over at abby as she walked away, the sexy sway in her hips making you practically melt. as your face was bright red, you happened to catch the glint of something behind abby’s scowl.
abby began treating you even worse after finding out you may or may not have a crush on that girl.
“Why her?” abby exhales heavily, agitated that you think about other girls for some reason. she feels her throat run dry, a pit in her stomach deepening as she watches the way you glance at the grip on your shoulders, eyes begging to unhand you.
abby hated her feelings more than she hated you.
she understood how attractive your eyes are. how pretty your hair is. how sweet you speak. the potential you can have if you got out of your head and focused on your reality. sometimes she wishes she could be there for you.
abby could’ve had it all if she treated you like a normal fucking person.
shit.
“She’s not even that cute.” the sentence rolls off abby’s tongue with disgust and the second it did, she regretted it terribly. you squint with an irritated glower, a little thrown off why she’d say something like that about someone who has nothing to do with you.
but of course abby would.
to you, her words came off as her classic rude behavior, so used to her demeaning every word you muttered. but to abby…it felt revealing. like her heart fell out of her mouth and splat onto your adorable frame.
to abby, her clear jealousy made her grow shameful, tinting her freckled cheeks pink.
gladly, you didn’t catch it—and that allowed abby to dig the hole even deeper within her chest, “An ugly ass girl for someone like you?—That’d be fucking hilarious.” abby removes her grip from your shoulders with a grimace, roughly shoving your face away from her with one of her large hands.
you groan with a squeak at the push, the back of your head hitting the metal a little too hard, making abby quietly wince. she knows she needs to stop putting her hands on you. you rub your head with a small sigh and resume grabbing your crap from your gym locker. you resisted hitting her back today since you were just too exhausted from working out right now.
in late highschool, you used to fight abby every other damn day. things used to get bloody. it was a really fucking dumb time of your lives. kids crowding you as you and her brawled in the middle of the field during P.E. with abby’s hand on your throat, your hands grabbing at her braid and shoulders, her big body pinning you down…man, you would both get sent to the principal office together.
sometimes…you miss the adrenaline.
or maybe the way she’d look at you while you quietly sat together in the office as your hand would hold her shaking one.
but now, as you’ve gotten older, something really changed. touching each other had gotten weirder which is what lead to less physical fights between the two of you.
the big thing is…you and abby used to be very good friends.
it was the main reason why you were so comfortable with fighting—especially when you knew each other’s weak points so well.
way back, you were gentle and quiet while abby was rowdy and silly, the two of you inseparable best friends in middle school.
and the most heart-breaking part of it all—you were each other’s first kiss.
a falling out between you and abby later in the middle of high-school occurred when you had gotten your first girlfriend and shit, abby did not know how to communicate.
her jealousy lead to an abrupt end one day where she just stopped hanging out as much with you.
you were someone who understood the importance of maintaining friendships alongside dating.
abby didn’t. she hated it.
hated the way she saw you hold hands, speak to each other in the sweetest ways and the way she pecked your cheeks and your lips—the ones she once kissed.
abby resented you.
resented the way you got to be the cutest lesbians with someone you like.
she wanted that with you.
and because of that, your first fight was not pretty.
abby had almost beat the fuck out of you after you made a remark how you almost lost your virginity the night prior with your new girlfriend—joking around how abby, herself, hadn’t.
you having sex with someone you hardly knew destroyed abby. she knew everything about you. your most-watched movie when you were ten to every birthmark and mole you had and her utter favorite—when you used to lay beside each other, giggling and tracing every one of her freckles. fuck, it hurt abby so bad when you wanted to have sex with someone you began crushing on a couple months before.
—and not with your best friend of nearly five years.
that was the most rage you had ever seen in abby’s eyes. she almost broke your fucking arm and you gave her a black eye.
—that’s when it started.
everyday, abby regrets that first swing.
your gaze locks onto your dirty running shoes and deodorant tucked away in your locker as abby walks away to unlock her own locker, her large frame only a couple feet away from you on your left—allowing the air to be insanely thick as you both change.
you know the drill.
you carefully take a peek over, eyes wandering her body unconsciously as she pulls her sweaty shirt off.
abby’s toned stomach and sports bra come into view and your eyes glow with attraction and you immediately shift them back into your messy locker as if nothing happened. the silence is filled with distant chatter of other students and shit, you need to leave before you say something stupid. you quickly tug off your tanktop, yanking on a fresh one. you swiftly grab your water bottle along with your backpack, shutting your locker hastily—instantly fleeing the scene before you consider thinking about your damn bully all night later.
abby glances over seconds after she pulls her shirt off as she may or not wonder whether you ever look at her when she’s shirtless. still curious if you’ve ever thought of her like that. in her bra, she can feel the burning tension—eyes gluing to the floor to not stare as you get dressed. god, abby needs to apologize to you. her heart tightens as she watches your pretty face discreetly out of the corner of her eye, gaze trailing your body with disappointment as you walk out of the gym locker room—completely losing her damn chance. her eyes linger a little longer on your ass than they should.
classic abby—she realizes, standing in front of her locker feeling her heart pound with anxiety. she stares at the floor, nervously scratching at her sweaty face. you. the thought of you hanging out with that new girl…she pulls her clean shirt over her head with a growing pout, fuming stupidly about how you want someone.
someone else besides her.
the thought alone makes her want to hurt you.
—to pin you down, with your wrists held tightly by your head…beneath her. but no. she can imagine hugging you. cuddling you and smelling your perfume. even giving you a small kiss.
abby hates who she’s become.
her pure anger always leads back to her jealousy.
she wishes she was that new girl. just for that new restart.
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
you relax in your last class, sociology, one where abby always seemed the calmest—most likely since it was the end of the day and her football practice had worn her out.
the room was dark as you watch a small film about the human nature and it’s psychology.
abby’s arms were crossed as she sat back in her chair beside you since you were still partnered up—her large frame unknowingly stealing glances at you every other second.
you’re leaning forward on the desk, hand resting on your chin, attempting to pay close attention to the screen since you had a test at the end of the week.
the air was still.
too still. you quickly become lost in your thoughts—suddenly imagining discreetly having a slow makeout sesh with abby in this dark room.
shit, your pussy throbs.
you’ve been having thoughts like that lately since a couple weeks ago when abby followed you into the girls bathroom to show you a lesson about not embarrassing her in front of her team—where stupidly enough, she threatened you by coming a little too close. the crucial problem that happened was…abby accidentally grazed your neck with her lips mid-confrontation.
feeling her pouty lips on you ignited something within you.
a sense of longing. a crave for a gentle touch of her. to be done with all this silly shit.
since then, you cannot stop thinking about her kissing your neck, face and lips with affection...and maybe even need.
it’s like a guilty pleasure.
that cruel girl.
she even plagues your mind.
you shake the thoughts out of your head, following the cool graphics of the video on the bright screen.
man. you can’t help it though. her presence simply has always driven you crazy.
you take a peak at abby over your shoulder—eyes suddenly widening as you find her to already be staring at you.
the cool bright hue of the screen lightens her gorgeous freckled face, her strong features so perfect when she’s calm. abby is so beautiful, her strong arms, nice shoulders, adorable braid—eyes drained and almost vulnerable.
weirdest thing is she doesn’t look away. there’s no shame, no embarrassment in blatantly staring at you, nothing—absolutely nothing blocking her fears in this dark room for some reason.
your own eyes stay on hers, dissecting how someone who looks so pretty and kind-hearted can be so rude.
but something seems even more off from this morning in the gym locker room, she seems defenseless. like…a normal human being. woah.
abby’s eyes suddenly soften as she takes in your delicate face, almost as if she’s reminiscing something—and god, you feel your heart ache for her…laughter.
holy hell. you haven’t felt like that in so fucking long.
jeez, when she was speaking to you so normally like she used to earlier, it must’ve tapped into your brain making you remember the time where she used to be so giggly.
you expect her to snap out of it and suddenly glare at you or something but no—she raises her eyebrows with a nod at the screen, a discreet playful smile spreading across her lips, teasing you to stop looking at her.
the light-hearted tension warms your heart as you turn back to the illuminated screen, a small blush appearing on your face. goodness, your mind spins with that fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach.
however, something within your head begs you to be careful. it’s yelling you no—she’s not being herself.
but this.
this is her.
this is the girl you miss.
you cross your arms on the desk, moving your face onto your wrist—resting your head in the big crook with an anxious sigh, the casual pine scent of abby near you corrupting your senses. truly, it’s the want of turning to her and creating small talk like everything is okay is somehow way stronger than you thought.
the sound of abby’s soft breathing makes your heart race. now that you think about it, those reactions you felt when being pinned down by abby, every time it happened…it wasn’t only from adrenaline.
fuck, you do like her.
you almost jump when abby suddenly leans forward too, a little smug smile playing on her face as she copies your exact movement, big freckled arm brushing against yours—definitely causing your neck heat up as you turn to her.
your doe eyes meet her big pretty blue ones.
abby gazes at you almost with yearning and you can feel it in your soul. butterflies flutter in your damn tummy as she moves closer, her smirk big as she mutters with such a soft sassy tone, “What’re you staring at, hmm?”
your eyes squint with—you can’t believe it, confusion and admiration—her gentle voice feeling like one of those warm blankets you used to cuddle together with during sleepovers when you were around thirteen.
fuck, it hurts to remember.
hurts in a good way to realize all that time you’ve spent arguing could now be replaced by being under the blankets together making up!
the inappropriate thought makes you chuckle quietly as you shrug, heart breaking slightly at the optimistic idea. you poke her elbow with yours playfully—a whisper with a grin tugging on your lips grows with a little more confidence, “what’re you looking at, abby?” the lights from the screen flicker from bright frames to darker ones, almost replicating how your heartstrings tug every which way because…what is going on?
…weeks and weeks have gone by where abby’s trying to get better. be better. and today, abby will do it. she’s done. done going home at the end of the day, utterly disgusted by her own actions. she’s simply done with lying to herself. lying that she hates you. lying that every time you’re in her view, she doesn’t have to resist herself from pulling you in for a forgiving kiss.
she’s done with constantly being on guard like a little puppy.
she craves your smile everyday.
abby clears her throat, head tilting with embarrassment, voice lowering, “I wanna say I’m sorry—I…apologize for this morning.” the moment those words leave her mouth, she exhales shakily, the relief noticeably leaving her posture.
small steps, abby, small steps.
your eyes grow big, astonishment troubling your gaze and trail of thought.
you must’ve fallen asleep during class.
you’ve had to.
the lights suddenly turn back on, making you wince at the sudden gleam. you softly grin with comfort as you abruptly catch how bright red abby’s cheeks are—realizing the connection you once had with her can still sparkle.
almost on queue, the graying teacher breaks the instantaneous shuffling steps of your classmates, his booming voice dull of fatigue, “Guys—please work on your projects tonight and discuss them with your partners.”
you’ve been putting off this biology project because talking to abby alone with no chaos…sounds awfully a little nerve-wracking.
you stand up, pushing your hair behind your ear with a sweet smile—eyes trailing abby’s frame, taking in…how hot she really is. really understanding how bad you want her when she doesn’t just treat you like gum under your shoe.
your heart hadn’t raced like that in forever. you glance at abby’s beefy body as you pull over your backpack, acknowledging her demeanor is so much more less intimating.
“Text me later, mkay?” abby states with a gentle sound of her voice, eyeing you down with a little shy smile. you nod slowly with a flushed furrow of your brow—unknowing to abby trying to escape you since…she may or may got a little too overstimulated with being so nervous in the dark class. you, personally, still feel thrown off and you want more. abby quickly turns, impatiently pushing in her seat—allowing you to follow up beside her, walking alongside the other students leaving class. you grow anxious being right next to her since your brain is telling you to reach for arm like old-times.
you shuffle against the other kids, suddenly catching sight of the new girl you’re crushing on move right in front of abby.
and—oh my shit.
you’ve never noticed how awfully similar they look. their pretty blonde—strawberry blonde if you will—head of hairs, tall frames, strong bodies crafted from sports and even the way they move…seems so comparable. so strikingly alike as if they could genuinely be related.
god, you don’t like this new girl because she’s a ray of sunshine or fucking caffeine.
you like her because she reminds you of abby.
your abby.
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
you lounge on your messy bed, pretty frilly pillows and fluffy sheets surround you as the sweet sunset lowers through your window. it’s around 7:30pm. you’re moisturized and heavily perfumed from a cool shower, wearing a babydoll tanktop and a pair of lacey panties, now relaxing—and doing what? you’ve been scrolling on pinterest for about an hour.
you sigh, swiping up and exiting the app…only for you to open it once again.
you’re wasting so much time.
you know what you’re obviously putting off.
you drop your phone on your stomach and stare at the ceiling, mind blank as you contemplate whether or not you should start on your homework.
ugh, your tummy aches just thinking about texting abby.
you rub your face with a tired groan, palms digging into your eye sockets thoroughly as a sudden ding is heard from your phone.
your hands scramble for your phone with a certain franticness that surprises you.
“Hey”
a text from abby.
the text from abby.
was she waiting for you to text and since you didn’t…she gave up? could that be what happened? hope not because that would be so embarrassing on your end. fuck, your mind spins with different possibilities as your stupid heart race picks up once again as you attempt to think of what to reply back.
alright. hiiiiii—too much. what’s up?—god, too corny. hey abs!—damn it. how do you phrase this without sounding desperate?
“Helloooooo”
you exhale heavily—imagining abby sitting on her bed, her soft one you used to do homework on together.
“I just got back from the gym so come onnn let’s make this quick cuz I have to shower”
the thought of sweaty abby naked invades your mind. you groan and squeeze your eyes shut hard, tossing your phone beside you carelessly.
earlier, you had been scrolling through tumblr—gawking at butches. delicious boobs. lesbian art. all the sorts with your vibrator in your pants.
damn. all you do is masturbate and scroll. scroll, scroll, scroll. god, you have to make something happen with abby. you have to get out of these old habits.
you grumble with an exhausted eye roll, yawning while rubbing a hand through your hair, wishing you could take a nap and never wake up again.
“Wanna see my pump?”
oh my god.
her post-workout body?
is she trying to kill you?
your stomach churns.
…abby’s always known you had a thing for muscles.
after you had gotten obsessed with girls in the beginning of middle school, one fat crush was on an older girl who had been strong and ripped since she was on swim team. when you told abby about this, she instantly went out of her way to get a gym membership.
has she always had a thing for you?
“Could be an apology for this morning😅?”
how do you respond to that without genuinely sounding like you want her?
| “abby😾” sent an Image |
oh FUCK.
abby’s in front of her bathroom mirror, the bright light overhead illuminating the sheen of her sweat on her body only in a bra—one of her bulging freckled arms flexing downwards, accentuating her plump bicep. her stomach, abs, slick with her hardwork, baby hairs on her forehead a mess with sweat on her brow…
you don’t even know how to react but…all you know is how badly you feel your panties stir.
abby’s never sent anything like that. like even when you were friends.
oh, your thighs writhe.
pressing the sensitive flesh under the cloth only makes it worse.
…the urge to slip your panties down is tempting.
god, so tempting.
so, so tempting.
…you know it’s wrong.
you throw your phone across the bed with a blank stare at your pretty thighs.
hmm.
what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. right?
you reach for the drawer of your nightstand, in need of your vibrator.
you probe the knob, suddenly pausing.
shit, you’re hesitant.
…you sigh with a shutter, feeling guilty for what you’re doing. your fingertips only drag back to your thighs, resting on the soft skin. you abruptly grab at the waistband of your panties, calming down a bit when thinking about the idea of imagining abby’s fingers with yours. that’s tame, right?
two dings from your phone.
you pause, your underwear half-way down—your cute bush only slightly revealed.
you pull them back up swiftly, crawling across your sheets to hastily grab your phone. you tilt your head with a wince, now sitting very upright, fearful she knew what you were doing somehow.
“Miss Dumbass your read receipts are on🧐”
the emoji makes you softly giggle with relief, scrolling further down though…your smile fades unexpectedly fast.
“What’re you wearing right now?”
your stomach fucking flips.
oh, she’s so obviously interested in you. who asks that type of question without wanting to get into your pants, right?
right?
fuck, you hope you’re taking this the right way.
alright, alright, if you aren’t, let’s make this seem casual.
well…what do you say?
a pit deep in your stomach is growing.
..should you be honest?
your fingers fly across the keyboard before you notice.
“one of my fav pretty shirts 💪”
the fucking flexing emoji? the hell is wrong with you? you mumble with a groan at your own stupid ass message watching as her text bubbles appear. you unconsciously bite down on your bottom lip, your idiotic heart pounding in your head.
“What about your bottom half?”
she is interested. oh no.
“that’s confidential ma’am!!”
your eyes widen as you clicked send, not meaning to say something so utterly dripping with sexual playfulness. you feel so embarrassingly dumb…however, come on, who knows? this can go somewhere good. well, you hope.
“Tell meeeeeeeee”
you sigh with a little laugh at the amount of e’s, suddenly getting an underlying feeling of an attempt of her trying to flirt after all these years.
“what are YOU wearing abigail🙄”
“Well I’m in ma boxers cause i need to breath after all those damn squats 😁💔”
OH. the playful batter just took a turn and you’re loving it. let’s see how far you can go with this.
“you’re in your boxers??? let’s just say i’m wearing something similar 😋”
“Oh my🫡”
“So likeee you’re in your undies, i’m in my undies…”
“🤫🤫”
abby’s so silly.
you can sadly tell she hasn’t really spoken with any girls since you.
oh no. oh shit.
your clit is aching as you recall the photo she just sent.
fuck.
you need to spice this shit up.
enough with the games because you both have something you want.
go big or go home, right?
and well—honestly…you need it.
and she probably does too. you can practically feel her awkwardness behind the screen.
loosen the tension.
you slip down your panties carefully, tossing them to the side as you spread your thighs gingerly. one of your fingers automatically linger to your nub. goodness, you let out a gasp of relief—really noticing how wet she can get you with such little time. or maybe you were unconsciously thinking about her the whole time instead of those girls earlier.
you quickly lick your wet finger, hands moving back to your phone to type something crazy.
“what if im not wearing my panties anymore!!”
“???”
“You’re lying”
“Liar”
she’s being cautious.
“why would i lie, abby???”
“Why would you take them off knowing you’re talking to me?”
“Me of all people?”
she thinks it’s too good to be true.
but hey, at least she’s knows the way she acts is wrong.
man, the idea of teasing her over text so sounds so good right now. man, you might become a little reckless.
“what if i want you to know about it, abby?”
“thinking about me with no panties on? bare with nothing but a shirt on?”
you hardly notice how many seconds go by as your hand falls back down between your legs, middle and ring finger rubbing gentle firm circles on your pulsing clit, imagining abby’s pretty face—sweaty, even contorted with pleasure…
god, you wanna say it.
you have to.
what is there to lose?
“that photo you sent was really hot abby”
“so hot, it was the reason i slipped down my underwear.”
her text bubbles finally reappear after about thirty seconds, making you glow with lustful excitement.
“You liked it that much?”
“if my hand is between my legs, what do u think?”
“God that’s so fucking hot”
“Holy shit”
you grin widely to yourself as your cheeks grow hot, wondering what abby’s doing all alone in her room as well.
“Do you want me to send you another photo?”
“I can”
“If you want”
she’s so much more wrapped around your finger than you realized.
“only if you want to abbyyyyy”
your hand continues rubbing your rock solid clit slower with more force, getting more turned on by the second—truly understanding you’re sexting the one person you never thought you’d be on good on terms with.
you whine softly from your fingers—craving more. you instantly reach for your vibrator in your nightstand, needing that overstimulating hot sting.
you click on your cute little vibrator, the shape of it being formed as a little bunny, such a contrast to the situation. with a lipbite, you move the buzzing bunny tail between your pretty pussy lips, jolting with a moan at the sensitivity. gladly, your parents weren’t home.
| “abby😾” sent an Image |
good lord.
you pick up your phone, the stimulation adding to the moment as your eyes lock onto the picture of abby.
the image is of abby’s lower torso, her soft thick abs, still a little wet with her sweat—accompanied with her thumb near-by, teasingly pulling down the waistband of her boxers, revealing the skin of her hip…and some of her deep-blonde bush.
“I wna see U 2”
“That OK?”
the way she’s typing…you wonder if a hand is in her pants.
“it’s perfectly ok, abs 😋”
you remove your toy from your pussy lips, immediately opening the camera app on your phone. you lean the camera away from your upper body, only allowing your bare thighs to be revealed—the slickness wetting a bit of your inner thighs just right and you even let a bit of your own bush to be seen as well.
you bit your bottom lip with an eager grin, clicking the message app and selecting the enticing photo of yourself. you send it. god, abby being attracted to you is everything you’ve ever wanted. how come you haven’t done this earlier?
“This is insane fuck”
“we’d look pretty hot on top of each other if u stopped coming for my throat💝”
you giggle quietly as you reveal the honest truth, ponderous of what abby will text right back as your noisy vibrator kisses your clit so well.
“Say the word and I’ll never lay a hand on you again baby”
baby? oh, that just got you wetter.
“Are you still touching yourself?”
so demanding, whew, it’s so damn sexy when she isn’t being a bitch.
“mhm, abby”
“So am I”
you chuckle with a squeal, the idea of abby’s fingers hidden within her boxers makes you overwhelming ecstatic for some reason—most likely from disbelief you have this strong mean girl touching herself to you.
you type tensely, hips bucking against the humming toy as your gentle moans grow louder and louder, the sensation becoming too fucking good.
“does it feel good, abby?”
“U wanna hear how good I’m feeling?”
you raise an eyebrow, the next message making your eyes roll back for an abrupt second with a large smile.
“Do u wanna call?”
you have to.
you need to.
you don’t think twice before responding.
“sureeeeee”
her contact comes up on screen—and you can tell she wasted no time on clicking the phone option.
you stare at the enlarged image of her contact for a second—abby’s huge smile as she snuggles with her pet dog, Alice, on her bed, head resting on your thigh. it’s a photo you took on her birthday five years ago. oh. you’re going to call abby. older abby. miss “mature” and different abby. god, you really take in the situation. this is going to be so fucking amazing.
you answer the phone, bringing it to your ear—the coolness of your screen against your hot red ear enhancing the nerve-wracking silence, thrilling you for what’s to come next.
“…hi, abby.” you cheekily grin with your words, your sensual voice so doing numbers on abby.
you promptly hear her shaken tone, her breath coming in as a small pant, “Hey.”
“abby.” you begin, feeling your confidence skyrocket as you wind your hips against the lower sensitivity of your vibrator. you whisper with a flirty pause, “—are you wearing your boxers?”
your delicate huffs sound heavenly, making abby softly snicker with awe that this is all finally happening. a sudden sound you’ve never heard leaves her lips, a charming choked out gasp, “I am, y-yeah.”
abby harshly groans, the noise inducing the image of her open mouth and pretty lashes shut, creating an unconscious decision of clicking the next level of the vibrator. you grin widely with a sexy low coo, “i want you to take them off then, baby.”
she winces at your words, softly humming with her sultry voice, “Mhm, mhm, anything for you.” you can hear shuffling of fabric through the phone—slightly muffled but shit, you can only imagine how fucking good the creamy skin of her thighs look bare.
you smirk to yourself, biting down on your tongue as you grind against your vibrator, “are they off, abs?—”
“—Are you using something?” abby’s breathless sexy voice pierces your sounds—the loud buzzing very noticeable on her end.
“…maybe.” you tease with a little laugh followed with a small high-pitched squeak escaping your throat, “it just felt so so good…I had to use a little toy, abigail.”
“Fuck, you’re so...” abby grunts, her wetness thick enough to be heard through the phone. one of abby’s frantic whines reverberates in your ear, definitely becoming something you’ll think about regularly—she cries out, her voice full of desperation, “I wanna see your pussy so bad.”
your smug playful tone falls to a whisper, full of tease, “you wanna see how wet I got? how wet I got thinking about your pussy?”
“—Holy shit, uh-huh.” abby shakily exhales, panting with a certain type of nervousness that excites you. you clench your own eyes shut, rubbing your toy in slow circles against your protruding nub, really thinking about abby’s thick fingers around her own clit—masturbating in time with you.
ugh, you wonder how delicious her gorgeous cunt would look, how perfect it’d taste.
“instead of your fingers, imagine my face, abby.” you giggle softly, enjoying the hell out of reducing her to these pathetic quivering pants. your back arches off the bed as you moan with a cocky groan, “my tongue sucking on your juicy clit, loving how pretty and hard it is all for me.” abby lets out an ecstatic whimper at your words—the sexy sound full of power-less submission.
your small moans have such an effect on abby, the idea of you touching yourself on the other line is heightening the situation for her terrifyingly. you press your vibrator roughly against your throbbing clit as you chuckle, “abby, stick a finger in—”
“I already have two in.” abby replies with a sultry cry of a gasp, the lewd sounds of her wetness faintly heard moving in rhythm in the background of the call, making you smirk with so much satisfaction.
“so eager for someone you aren’t very fond of.” you whimper, smile widening as you roll yourself roughly against your toy, mind spinning as you imagine abby beside you, her legs spread, moist body, sweaty musk…
“Oh—I’m very fond of you.” abby groans abruptly, her calm pants growing rapid with severity.
“then why do you love starting fights with me?” you grumble with a small laugh, mouth suddenly falling open and eyes rolling back every now and then because every word she mutters gets your dripping pussy wetter by the second.
“I—I just…” she starts with a nervous squeak, “I have no fucking idea how to tell you how I feel.” abby sighs loudly with a sob of a moan, “Shit, I’m literally finger-fucking myself to you right now since I can’t bring myself to, god—“ she whines roughly with a high-pitched tone of fear, “—to letting you know i’ve had the fattest crush on you for like ever.”
“really?” your own strained response is so hot, abby can’t help but think of herself fingering you as her own fingers graze her tight velvety walls.
“Really.” abby softly murmurs with a frantic shake of her voice. she quietly speaks, her tone softening, “I’m having a party over at my place in twenty minutes.”
your eyes part with the idea that’s on both your minds.
“The frat guys from my team wanted to have a get-together for last night’s win since today’s Friday.” abby pants with a hitched breath of her words, attempting to hold back her sounds to talk clearly just for you, her next sentence most definitely catching you off-guard, “I—uh, bought a strap…like a billion years ago. I don’t know if you’re into that kind of stuff…but—uh…”
dead silence.
“Are you, baby?”
“—i’ll be there in fifteen, abby.”
~~~ ⚢ ~~~
you stumble against abby’s front door, silky pink spaghetti tight dress which was in the back of your closet catches on the doorknob as you almost trip on the people chatting on her porch. the blaring music and loud shouting within the house pierces your ears like a wave as you enter inside.
you push past those with red cups, the rough scent of alcohol and weed in the air suddenly overpowering your senses. you scan abby’s warmly lit crowded living room, attempting to find her long braid and strong shoulders in the groups of cramped blabbering kids.
you walk through the living room, people turning heads at your unfamiliar sexy figure. you mumble, “—excuse me, sorry, excuse me,” as you press against towering dudes and gossiping sorority girls in the entrance of the kitchen.
you gawk at the fridge, by the pantry, at the island, near the sink and by the chairs.
fuck, she isn’t there either.
you press your thighs together as you notice a couple making out against the fridge, craving the idea of abby’s pouty lips.
you catch sight of one of abby’s teammates slouched against the wall of the hallway outside the kitchen, casually speaking with a new girlfriend. hey, it’s manny. he’s been growing out a beard which is making him look hilariously older. wait, maybe you can ask him! you move past some kids who’re noisily playing spin the bottle on the counter, catching his gaze with your eyes wide with need which is badly disguised as concern, “hey—have you seen abby?”
“Abs—?” manny looks around down the hall to the loud living room, his accent reminding you when abby used to hang out with him when she’d ask him to help tutor her for her Spanish classes a long time ago, “Hmm—she’s…I actually think she’s upstairs.” you nod with a thanks, turning and heading towards the staircase which is draped with kids drinking and conversing—however, manny grips your wrist tightly, catching you mid-step, “Be careful though.” he lowers his tone with an uneasy eyebrow raise, “I know how she fucks you up. Please be sure to knock on Abs’ door so we don’t have to call the cops or something.”
god, was it really that bad? all this time? you try to recall every-time you fought with abby, somehow only capable of remembering how bad the subtle sexual tension was—absolutely forgetting the fear factor and only how much you loved the way she touched you.
“got it.” you chuckle with gratitude, shaking your head as you make your way into the hall towards the stairs. “thanks, manny.”
~~~
abby’s nervously pacing upstairs in her stuffy bedroom, the heat accumulating from when she blow-dried her hair and neatly braided it. god, she wants to look her fucking best for you. abby had taken a quick shower after letting her friends in—gladly realizing they brought food, drinks and everything, already half-figuring out abby was trying to impress a girl.
abby threw on a white t-shirt, no bra—with loose shorts over her definitely soaked boxers. she slips a pair of slides on and heads out down the stairs with a quiver in her step.
her. you. sex.
this is wrecking her mind.
this has to be a dream.
she must’ve fallen asleep or something.
she’s had to.
“What’s up, Abs?” —“Sweet party, Abigail!”—“This beer is so good, Abby.” —are loud greetings which meet abby’s unaware frame as she wobbles down the stairs—drenched pussy grinding with each step. abby’s shameful eyes avoid her friends, feeling a little wrong for how badly she’s going to be neglecting everyone in search for you. “Hey, guys.” abby quietly—almost uncomfortably replies, making way into the hallway, turning into the packed living room, curiosity eating her alive if you’ve gotten here yet.
abby’s eyes drift along the full couch, the coffee table littered with drinks and snacks, the walls huddled with familiar faces who still didn’t involve you. she makes her way into the kitchen—pout growing as you’re no where to be seen.
abby’s chest aches with doubt, terrified you could’ve set her up to get back at her after all these years of tormenting you.
she walks back into the living room where all at once, a handful of her rowdy teammates getting off the couch with their half-finished beers in their grasps, drunkenly hoot, yell, slap at abby’s back, attempt to mess up her well-done braid and even pinch at her cheeks,
“Good job last night, Abs!”— “Thanks for letting us host the party here!” — “Don’t get all the pussy tonight, Abigail!”
abby softly laughs at the compliments, the last one making her glow a shade of scarlet. she nods awkwardly with a gritted smile—expression fading into uncertainty as she slithers out of the group of guys and back into the hallway—sighing as she decides to go back upstairs to maybe call you or something.
without warning, abby hears the word manny and your face slams hard into her chest, making you bounce back slightly with a yelp.
“shit!—i’m so sorry.” you immediately apologize with a laugh, rubbing your forehead, “oh—uhm, have you seen abby?” your eyes remain shut as you try to fix your mascara with a finger, suddenly reminding yourself to scramble in your cluttered purse for your lip gloss, “—honestly, i don’t think she’d be upstairs, and oh, if you don’t know abby, she’s the tall, pretty blonde—oh, WHAT am I talking about!? of course you know abby, everyone knows abby and if…”
your words trail cut off as you raise your head, twisting open your lip gloss—gaze meeting the wide-eyed freckled girl.
“abby.” you softly whisper, eyes wandering her huge body.
abby’s own eyes naturally linger to your cleavage, casual quick natural makeup and further down at how short your dress is.
she stutters, gaze pure of aroused awe, “Y-you look nice.”
the clamorous music creates an atmosphere so stimulating, enticing the idea of making out with her right here, right now.
no words swap between you for about ten seconds before you take a step forward, hand moving to grab her wrist—her skin beneath your fingers feels different and more familiar than ever before, the electric air contributing to making you feel like the only two girls in the world. you stare up at her with your doe eyes, letting them practically speak for you.
abby gazes back deeply at what seems to be your genuine fuck-me eyes, her boxers at this point feeling so bothersome. abby leans down by your ear, her eyes big with craving as she whispers,
“So…do you wanna go upstairs?”
you nod slowly, taking in how juicy her lips really look this up close. abby pulls back, braid swishing as she glances down the hall and at the staircase before looking down at you, eyes locking onto yours. “Alright. Come on.” abby eagerly pulls you along behind her, hand gripping yours tightly as you both make your way up the stairs.
holy fuck, are you gonna have insane lesbian sex with abby?
your “bully?”
you gawk up at abby’s huge shoulders, her scent she must’ve sprayed on now stirring those erotic motors in your brain.
each damn thump of the stairs, each fucking step up into the darkly lit second floor excites you…since…maybe you didn’t put a pair of panties on.
abby’s familiar room comes into your view, making you bite your lip with curiosity because how is this going to go?
abby opens her door, gripping the doorknob with an anxious hold that goes unnoticed by you—well, maybe since you’re a little distracted by wondering how good abby would looking sweating and half-lidded. she walks slowly inside, the tension already making her heart race with the booming music downstairs quieting as she carefully pulls you into the room.
your eyes scan her room, the low lighting creating an unsettling and calm aura that seems timid yet provocative. however, somehow, nostalgic unfamiliarity shines right back you from the view of how beautifully abby’s walls have changed since the last time you were there. you can tell she’s most definitely matured and maybe even wallowed in her own feelings from the vulnerability plastered on her walls of Hozier and Phoebe Bridgers albums. your eyes land on her bed, a little familiar round teddy bear and ontop of her white sheets lays a blanket littered with cartoon puppies winking—pushed slightly to the side, clearly showing how abby must’ve been embarrassed about you seeing again from the last time you came over.
abby sighs deeply, the sound bringing your attention back to her tall frame. her body is closer than you remember, causing you to lean back a bit with nervousness.
“May I—uh,” abby looks around awkwardly, eyes avoiding yours as her big hands fidget, “—Ask how much…uhm.” she tilts her head to the side with a wince, voice raising with a wave of her embarassed hands, “How much, you know like how much…”
abby puts a hand to her face, dragging her fingers along her freckled cheeks with a lack of energy before she finally blurts it out, gaining confidence with a deep exhale, “How many inches you can take?”
your eyes widen, pussy suddenly pulses and a playful smirk grows—so baffled how this mean girl is suddenly a mess, “whatever is okay.” you tease, tittering on your toes, bouncing up and down with sweet eagerness.
“I just don’t wanna end up hurting you.” abby scoffs, eyes leaving yours again as she places a hand on her shoulder, rubbing the probably sore muscle.
you mutter under your breath with a sing-song voice, “all those fights and you didn’t seem to care then...” your eyes roll with mischief—letting them drift to her nightstand which you realize still has a framed photo of you and her on it.
your eyes soften for a moment, reminiscing where that photo was taken. it was one of your first “friendship dates” as you loved calling them.
abby had taken you to the aquarium for a day out together. she bought you a little shark plushie as a gift before heading out and having lunch on the beach together—and on the beach—you asked an old couple near by to take a photo of the two of you. the photo captured how you were both tanning and in silly bikinis, wildly sprawling on top of each other with the prettiest smiles. her touch even then drove you crazy.
…saddest thing is that was one of the last times you hung out.
what most stood out was how you had held hands that day and your feelings had evolved into something new somehow.
maybe something did light up in your chest under the blue hue, surrounded by the big tanks of beautifully colored fish and spotted seals, the soft magical ambience humming in the background and abby—by your side, her pretty big eyes watching your every smile when she explained each sea creature in detail.
“The fuck is that suppose to mean?” abby’s voice is sharp, the classic full of defense tone automatically making you chuckle.
“you care about my pussy but not all the bruises?” you look around her room with a smug smile, taking a step forward, pointer finger pressing against her firm chest, “not the marks…memories?”
abby squints, her stance growing with controlled anger as she grips your wrist roughly—pulling it down by your side, “Don’t talk about us like you know.”
“what don’t I know abby?” you groan, using both your hands to harshly push her away from you, “I know you’re the piece of shit who practically abandoned me in high school!—”
“—I didn’t abandon you.” abby chimes in, her unbothered stern tone egging you on.
you exclaim with scoff, your voice raising, “abandon me? not only did you abandon me—you started fucking fighting me!” you whine with another shove at her chest, “you made me seem like a damn freak, abby!”
abby catches herself as she stumbles, calmly resting her weight on one hip as she tosses her head back, seeming annoyed by your words, “abigail, do you not realized how fucked that is?” you take another step forward, eyes not leaving her damn face, curious if she’ll realize how stupid it really all was. your consoling voice lowers with pain and sympathy, “me, abby, me—you knew me, you loved me.”
you put your hands on her warm, piping hot skin of her arms, caressing down her biceps to her wrists, taking her hands in yours. “abby. you could’ve spoken to me—”
abby swiftly grabs your forearms, making you both unsteadily wobble for dominance as she tries to get you down like she always does. you resist her shoving, arms thrashing in attempt to stop her. you squeak with a grunt, “you, fuck—! abby!” one of abby’s hands crawl up your throat, distracting you as her foot kicks behind your ankles, making you immediately lose your footing—tripping back and landing onto her bed with an irate cry as abby immediately pursues, shoving you onto your side and onto your stomach, falling behind you, big body pressing against your back. her clumsy hands, one grabbing at your nape tightly and the other pinning your wrists behind your waist, firmly presses you down with force.
you thrash with a furious pant, sighing heavily in her fluffy sheets with how she can’t fathom an average conversation anymore, “god, abby, you piece of shit—!”
“—Hey, hey,“ abby pants, her honey-coated voice full of edge, “—Listen, please. You don’t understand.” abby’s lips brush against your shoulder, her hot breath grazing your ear. “I didn’t abandon you.” abby sighs with a groan of regret, “It felt like you…abandoned me.” her sudden soft tone is full with misery, “…It was like you wanted to be with every other fucking girl except me.”
you stop writhing, eyes slowly widening. her hand on your nape and wrists loosens with immediate relief of her words. her hands trail down your waist as you look over your shoulder to see her calm and saddened face.
abby’s freckled face contorts with a wince as her hands crawl up your sides to embrace you, her hands unconsciously holding your breasts as she hugs you carefully. she rests her whole body on your back, planting her chin on your shoulder— cuddling you with a pout.
“…Did you ever feel anything for me?”
your big eyes stare at abby beside your shoulder, the confession making her glow different. you slowly nod with knitted brows, gaze watching her pretty pink lips. you quietly murmur, “i…abby…i’m sorry.”
“—I’m sorry too. I didn’t know you felt alone like that…you know, as well.” abby’s eyes search yours with a gentle gleam as she softly plants a little affectionate kiss on your bare shoulder. abby softly mumbles, “I miss cuddling with you,” as she rests her cheek against your shoulder—the smush of her face adorably against your skin, making your heart ache with loving desire. “I miss you, abby.” you whisper, eyes wandering her gorgeous face.
a certain tension grows between the two of you as the muffled music downstairs fills the silence.
your eyes fall to her lips as hers linger to yours.
you timidly lean forward, demeanor nothing but gentle and almost forgiving—eyes flickering to hers for any chance of wanting to pull back. however…all abby’s eyes do are grow large with surprise as she herself moves forward as well, closing the space between the two of you meticulously. your lips slowly meet with unapologetic destiny.
abby’s lips are more plump and even dreamier than you recall them being.
you don’t pull back. neither does she.
abby’s taste is better than you could ever imagine. your lips move even slower, sticky sounds becoming your own sensual tune, blocking out the stupid horny music playing downstairs. abby’s tongue instantly seeks entrance by grazing your lower lip, giving you the green light of forcefully plunging your own in—your eagerness becoming her new favorite thing. she unwraps her arms from your body, leaning up for a second, her hands ruffling the sheets beside you but not leaving your lips as she carefully helps you turn on your back comfortably.
your hands rub along abby’s biceps to her clothed shoulders as one of her hands tenderly tangle into the back of your head of hair, cradling you close, gently tugging at the root as you both begin swaying against each other with your own rhythm. truly between all the bruises and bitchy comments—a completely unsung melody unfolds as you spread your legs languidly, allowing her to place her lower half against your most definitely soaked folds. abby moans softly as her clit rubs against your hidden cunt, her hand falling from your hair and down to roam your chest—her soft fingers squeezing your tits over and over with a continuous groping that screams teasing yet rough.
the friction of your pussies grows hot, making you both pick up the hunger of the kiss with urgency—pure eagerness and need taking over as abby grinds herself even slower against you with her heavy, thick, pretty thighs. she winces with a small squeak, her mouth gaping to let your tongues dance with a gradual ferocity. your hands roam down abby’s waist, suddenly gripping her ass, yanking her roughly forward with each roll of her hips, enhancing your equal dominance. the heat of abby’s clit is aching within her boxers, creating her movements to itch with the need to both be naked. ugh and now, you’re finally together, simply in each other’s arms, savoring what you both yearned for so damn long—it’s perfect, so fucking perfect to abby. the two of your heavy breaths fill the room, kisses becoming full of upright frenzy as the muffled music downstairs is so distant—completely losing yourselves in your own new world. your mouths ravish one another’s, swapping spit with such a violent fervor as your hands impatiently grip the waistband of her shorts, craving more of abby.
“i need you to—” you gasp, hardly incapable of speaking from how wildly abby’s practically eating your face, “—take these fucking shorts—off for me, abs.” you demand with a franticness in your tone which immediately awakes an urge deep within abby to satisfy every one of your damn desires. she nods swiftly with a heavy gulp, full of lust—her lips leaving yours and trailing along your jaw with an insatiable hunger as she hastily shoves down her shorts—quickly stepping out of them, kisses immediately falling down your neck, the sensation driving you absolutely insane. you throw your head back as abby place herself between your thighs again, winding her boxers quicker with thrilling hurry. she nips and licks the sensitive skin of your throat as her other hand lingers to the opposite side of your throat, gripping it with just the right amount of force to hold you steady.
“—Can I give you a hickey?” abby mumbles against your skin, glancing up at you with a pathetic gaze full of greed. holy fuck. how can you deny her pretty ass? …but…a hickey? everyone will see and question when you leave. wait, wait, hold on, what if you don’t leave? you respond, eyes growing large with question, “abby…can I stay over?” you smirk with a mischievous smile, “…like old times?” a sexy grin appears on abby’s pouty lips as she nods with a tilt of her head, playfully thinking, “…Sure. And I’ll take the hickey as a yes.” you chuckle cheekily, thumb brushing against her forehead, admiring how much more familiar her freckles look when she has happiness in her light.
abby’s mouth grips onto your neck, sucking the skin harshly, other hand moving up your throat—thumb slowly tracing your jaw before making its way towards your mouth, probing your sweet-tasting lips. you wince softly, the ease of sucking on abby’s thumb almost seems like a sense of relief—nonetheless, the pain of the hickey is absolutely turning you on. your eyes land on how pretty abby’s batted lashes look shut—so fucking sexy how concentrated she is on leaving a mark on you. after a couple seconds, your body is beginning to writhe against her before she removes her lips with a pop, the coolness of the air hitting your reddening skin, stinging badly like a bitch. you grumble with a whimper as her thumb leaves your lips, “—fuck, abby.” your eyes follow her rapacious gaze, practically salivating as her pink lips lock back onto yours with such severe desire. your hands instantly trail up abby’s clothed waist, so desperately tugging at her shirt, fingers gripping the fabric with a small grunt.
“Hold on, hold on.” abby coos, leaning up off your body with a small laugh, bringing her thumb back to her lips, sucking your saliva off before abruptly pulling her shirt swift over her head—the sudden sight of her bare tits plopping out catches you so off-guard. you gasp nervously with a laugh, “oh my god, abby!—” as you avert your gaze with the extra procedure of covering your eyes like an anxious dork who’s never seen a pair of boobs. this new view somehow makes you redder than the whole situation currently occurring.
“Forgot to put one on.” abby’s sultry voice makes you giggle as she leans back down with a teasing smile, gripping your forearms—carefully placing your hands from your face onto her shoulders. you chuckle cutely as you crane your head upwards to peck her lips with playfulness and comfortability, grinning sweetly with an eyeroll, “yeah, “forgot,” abby, I know you.” abby rubs her nose against yours with a small laugh before kissing the soft of your cheek then your lips—something about everything feeling so awfully correct. so right. abby’s tongue dives back between the crook of your neck, making you moan with a lip bite as your hands drift down to her chest—squeezing the plumpness of her deliciously pink bare tits, “god, i’ve always wanted to touch these.” abby groans against your throat with satisfaction, the need to fuck you—cherish you—feels like nothing like she’s ever felt before. you fondle abby’s nipples, rolling her sensitiveness with pleasurable pinches as her hands trace down your lower back, gripping the fabric of your dress, eyes meeting yours for mutual confirmation. a small snicker of mischief leaves your lips, hinting something. you whisper with a smug smile, “…I’m not wearing any panties.”
abby begins pulling your dress up roughly with a little eye roll and an obviously turned-on sigh, “….You’re fucking something, god—didn’t know you could be like this.” abby completely rolls your dress up, your pretty bush being revealed with utter secrecy. her eyes wander up your torso and to your chest—your plump tits looking ethereally appetizing. she groans under her breath with a whimper, “All this…just for me. This is so crazy.” you nod gently with a growing half-lidded smile and a needy gaze, your hands fumbling with abby’s big ones as you help each other help pull your dress over your head. your seductive gaze pleads as you mumble with a soft moan, “—baby, I want your mouth on my pussy.” abby exhales heavily with a breathless wince, her clumsy hands tossing your dress to the side of the bed, moving back to roughly grip your thighs, “Of course, yes—fuck yeah.” abby pulls you closer the edge of the bed, large hands yanking you nearer her body as she kneels down hastily to her knees—the view of your pussy making abby wince with a furrow of her brow, thumb immediately seeking your clit. she whispers with a breathless exhale, “I’ve dreamt about this for so long.” you jolt with a gasp as the pad of her thumb circles your clit with apprehensiveness before she comfortablely places two more fingers on your cunt, stroking your dripping divinity—lowering her voice with amazement, “Shit, baby, you are so fucking wet.” you squeak with a whimper at the heat of your cunt against her gentle fingertips, “mmm—abby, just eat me out, p-please.” your words make abby’s eyes gleam with hunger, quickly removing her fingers from your pussy and placing both hands tightly around your thighs.
her hot breath fans over your clit as she places a gentle kiss on your nub—the second kiss, full of the rough of her tongue, sending an immediate shiver down your spine. you groan softly with a throw of your head back, eyes fluttering shut as abby moans against your pussy, eyes flickering up at you with an eager glint in her eye, watching as you twitch at her simple movements. your scent is deliciously overwhelming for abby’s virgin ass, making her mumbles with a big smile, “You smell so good and you’re so sensitive…This is gonna be so fucking fun.” abby mutters with a little laugh, the reverberations of her words letting a desperate moan slip from your lips as abby hurriedly buries her hot, sticky mouth in between your erotically hairy pussy lips—wasting no time ravishing your raw delicacy, the loud smacking of her lips and your wetness drives you off the damn rails. you’re so fucking drenched. so, so, beyond soaked. her casual small movements might make you cum quick…shit. you buck your hips against her face with a deep moan of shock, hands scrambling for her hairline as you grind onto abby’s face and nose, her tongue moving so skillfully, so heavy and not the least deliberate. she’s practically making out with your pussy and the pure sight of it is absolutely porno-worthy—however, suddenly—she quickly removes her face from between your legs, the abrupt pause making you sigh with a confused whimper as you flicker your eyes open, gaze meeting abby’s eyes.
“I have an idea.” abby consoles your little pout with a purse of her wet lips, “It’s fun, come on, just—all I want you to do is sit up.” you lean up on your elbows, eyes heavy and almost drowsy from missing the brain-melting hot sensation of her mixed spit and your juices. “Okay, grab my pillow, put it against your lower back.” you obey with a slow nod, instantly gripping her pillow from behind you, dragging it along the ruffling blankets before adjusting it nicely beneath your back. now propped up, you’re capable of staring down at abby horrifically better now. abby speaks carefully with a direct tone, “You see that mirror behind me? On the wall?” you raise your head slowly, still in a bit of a foggy state of lust, letting your eyes slowly find their way to your reflection—a wide rectangular mirror that you must’ve missed when walking in resting perpendicular to you. it’s somewhat hidden to the right of the door but how in the world could you miss it? you anxiously raise your eyebrows with a lip bite, eagerly listening. abby lowly requests with a smug grin, “I want you to watch me eat you out.”
before you can answer, abby immediately plunges back in between your legs, so intensely savoring your taste with large messy swipes and big kisses, strong hands tightly gripping the tender of your inner thighs steady as you arch into her touch with an uneasy moan, your slick drastically louder than before—adding to the sensitivity of each of your pathetic winces and stuttering gasps. your eyes pan up at your reflections—the butterfly-inducing sight making you fall apart with how sexy this situation has grown have it only been about ten minutes. in the mirror, abby’s head bobs and bounces roughly with so much passion, her pretty braid swaying against her large bare back, big freckled shoulders resting between your spread thighs…casually working like you’re her last meal. the sight creates a type of tightening in your chest full of alarmed arousal…hell, you don’t know how much longer you’re going to last. abby softly mumbles with little moans of enjoyment as she laps at your flavor, nose grinding against your natural and more than beautiful bush, that addition making it seem all the more raw to abby, “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
you reply with a quiet nervous squeak, eyes growing unfocused while gripping handfuls of her sheets as you stare down between your plump thighs, astounded at how natural she seems at eating pussy. your hands carefully crawl from your sides to rest onto abby’s hair, caressing her head with awe, watching her every swipe with intense attraction. abby can feel your burning gaze—meeting your eyes with her half-lidded ones as she softly groans, pulling apart your pussy lips with her thick fingers with a content moan, tongue kissing your protruding and vulnerable wet nub. the sensation of her merciless warm mouth is making your pretty, puffy hard nipples raise with each of your chest’s slow heaves, desperate cries falling from your mouth as your eyes shut, voice raising abruptly,“—h-holy shit, a-abby—!”
the sounds of your juicy nectar and abby’s starving demeanor adds to every twitch of your shoulders. abby groans softly, eyes watching your every reaction, voice full of assertive and dominant care, “Mhm, mhm—you’re so sexy, lemme hear you, baby.” she wildly grinds her tongue against your cunt, messy juices so clearly now coating her chin, upper lip and nose—the sight almost becoming too much. she moans against your rock-hard sensitive clit, making you squeak with a shaky inhale as abby roughly states, “Hey. Watch the mirror, not me.” the words make you grumble with a whine, allowing your posture to readjust, eyes fighting weakness as you watch how slow and sensually you roll your hips against her face, the reflection shining the sexy scene right back at you. abby huskily groans with desperation against your clit, “Can’t wait to make this pussy mine, shit—I’m gonna fuck you so good with my dick.” holy hell, your eyes roll back at her words, thinking about how this is just the damn appetizer. worst thing is she’s so good at this simple part. thinking about her with a strap? god, you wonder how big her strap could be. will it stretch you out later? will it be deliciously girthy and long? who knows?—but all you do know is how she’ll hold you down, fuck you like you’re hers. so deep and slow. your breath becomes heavy with forming pants, staring at your own erotic sight—the fluster of your sweet cheeks, your gently bouncing plump tits, gorgeous framing hair, face of pure pleasure and fingers wrapped tightly around the roots of abby’s hair... the whole sight for abby on the other end…feels fucking unreal. her tongue swirls in timed circles on your soaked clit, the idea of you roaming her party without any panties on just…shit, all she knows is she is so fucking wet— mind completely foggy with your scent and sounds.
you whimper with a frightful quiver of your breath, eyes clenching shut, orgasm suddenly impending. a shakey strings of moans leave your lips before coming to an instant stop when abby all of a sudden leans back up—her drenched lips meeting your gaped mouth. the sudden taste of your own pussy creates a sharp, shocked gasp echoing into her mouth, your hands immediately gripping her waist tightly with need. abby nods with full authority against your lips, eyebrows furrowed with tease, comforting whispers pouring between her small kisses, “I’ll make you feel good—it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just—” and without warning, abby’s thick middle and ring finger slips into your sopping hole with ease, the full sensation within you makes you suddenly melt into her touch, breathlessly moaning against her pouty lips, “—oh my god, abby—you’re inside me—” her lips latch down onto your throat, leaving rough kisses and passionate licks down your silky shoulder, laughing cockily along your skin, “Took long enough.” her fingers delicately scissor in your leaking and welcoming pussy, sensitive walls squeezing with every slow pump of her thick digits. her palm grinds against your slick nub—causing a deep groan to leave your mouth and your eyes to widen with marvel at abby’s strong eye contact, her alluring blue eyes full of predatory desire. she mumbles with a deep swallow and a teasing smile, picking up her pace, “…Just stretching this gorgeous pussy out real quick…does it feel good?” you nod as your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling her fingers plunge deeper, casually grazing your g-spot with every thoughtful waves of her fingers.
“I think it’ll feel even better if we…” she pauses, pulling her fingers out your puckered hole, slowly leaning back up—huge body now looming over you. the sight of her bare chest…makes you bite your bottom lip with an overwhelming pain in your stomach, suddenly making you notice the nauseating feeling might be caused by need running through your veins…god, she’s so fucking hot that it’s almost painful…what the hell? you watch as abby’s digits, stringy with your wetness, cling between her lips as she licks them teasingly, sucking them slowly, “…You think you’re ready to try out my…strap?” abby’s enjoying the hell out of how she’s reduced you to a thoughtless mess. her half-lidded smirk grows as one of her fingers lingers between her teeth, her voice rough with a sweet whisper, “It’s a little…big. How’s that sound?”
your desperate doe eyes flicker with haziness as you nod slowly—gawking at her half-naked body with an intensity that leaves abby almost dumbfounded of how she hasn’t fucked you yet. an unnerving glint of wickedness shines in abby’s gaze as she leans back down, huge hand tilting your chin up—delicately kissing you with her newly mixed and tasty spit. her tongue grazes yours lips with an almost aggravatingly slowness, eyes wandering to her closet with a playfulness which definitely means it’s time. abby whispers between the gentle kiss with a smirk, “Alright. I’ll be…right back.”
abby unlocks lips, your pathetic mouth left ajar with drowsy eyes as you watch her strong body leave your hold—her delicious bare back so maddeningly sexy as she casually walks towards her closet, opening the door and flicking on the light. the view is so utterly baffling and is something you never thought would happen in a million years…abby squatting down, pretty braid over her freckled shoulder, half-naked—only in her boxers and is scrambling in a lower drawer for a strap. one she’s going to use on you.
you still can’t fucking believe it.
you pull the pillow from out under your back, tossing it to the side before flopping back against the cool sheets—nervous eyes staring up at abby’s ceiling with an impatient grin and reddening cheeks. you chew on the inside of your cheek, hands fidgeting, just raw excitement making your skin run hot as you glance over at the sound of abby’s voice, “The dick came with lube, would you like me to bring some?” her big blue eyes wander your angelic body over her shoulder, her suddenly concerned and caring demeanor becoming something you wish to see everyday. “oh….I think…” you mutter, tone slightly anxious—simply from the view of her body still managing to leave you breathless, “abby, I think,” you softly laugh, “…I think you got me wet enough.” abby nods to herself with a little snicker, acknowledging how attractive it is that all your delicious slick was caused by her. she stutters with uneasy confidence, “…Mkay…that’s…that’s good, baby.”
abby gets up with a little wobble, her boobs coming back into sight as she flickers the closet light off, shutting the door behind her—the sight of her charming body and just herself is so damn casual as if you were married and living together or something. your heart races at the silly thought, unconsciously wishing for a future together with her. hmm…maybe one day. but wait—come on!—focus on this. this godly moment you’ll remember for fucking ever…because shit…this is going to be good. abby grips the harness and strap in a tight hold, a clear blush and hesitant step in her walk tainting her intimidating stature, giving her such a cute yet brave appeal. abby makes her way in front of you with a little cheeky smile, tossing the rubber dick at you—letting it smack onto your chest and into your lap as you immediately sit up. abby steps into the harness with a calm unbalanced wiggle, staring intensely at you as you admire the toy in your grasp, making her mumble with a low chuckle, “—Think you can take it?” you softly giggle with astonishment, scoffing as you gawk at the object in your hands—thick faux veins run along the pretty lavender purple, transparent, girth of an inch and half, heavy, long, eight-inch dildo.
“oh my god, abby.” you groan with a wince—not with fear but with greed and eagerness—turning and peering at every angle of this godly piece of work. abby pulls the waistband of the harness up her hips with a small laugh, now adjusting and tightening the straps around her clothed ass, smirking, “You know, I used to try this thing on every other day.” you tilt your head, scratching your head with genuine interest, “oh, yeah?” abby reaches her hand out for the toy dick, quickly receiving it as you plop it into her hand with a smug smile, admiring her simple movements—the whole sexy sight of her getting ready just for you makes your thighs writhe with restlessness. you sigh with a small lip bite, staring at her lower-half as she shoves the base of the strap through the built-in hole on her crotch, “why’s that, abs?”
abby exhales with an embarrassed laugh, “…I’d wear it when I’d work out and, god—fuck, I’d imagine…” her big clumsy hands finish adjusting the base with ease as she shamefully avoids your gaze, moving forward to gingerly spread your legs with a bashful groan, “—I, you know, things would motivate me…for gaining stamina. Like certain things I one day wanted to do. With you.” her bold confession makes your cheeks glow red as you laugh with a bewildered smile, slightly shocked how much she thought of you when she “hated” you. “—abigail fucking anderson! you perv!” your eyes widen with astonishment as you slap at her shoulder as she leans down above you, making you fall onto your back—her big hands by your head once more. abby shrugs with a goofy smirk, “Hey—hey! The stamina I’ve gained is gonna pay off now, isn’t it?” she admires how beautiful your hair looks sprawled on her sheets…and ugh, she can’t help but wonder how good it’ll look disheveled. “You ready?” abby devilishly grins, waiting for your reply—pecking your lips reassuringly as your hands wander to her hips, letting the tip slide against your heat. you nod with a soft chuckle, “i’m too ready.” abby quietly sighs, voice wavering with uneasy determination, “Okay….Alright—Okay.”
one of abby’s hands falls between the two of you, both your gazes following the erotic scene as she grips the rubber shaft firmly, placing the tip against your dripping hole. with one careful push, abby shoves the head in slowly—sighing heavily with anxiousness of screwing it up. relief fills her chest as it pops past your tightness with a squelch, penetrating deep inside with ease. your warmth reaches the base within seconds, comforting abby’s hidden jumpy nerves—her braid falls over her shoulder, almost as an audience member of the whole sight as she rests inside you for a second, allowing you to adjust to the thrilling full sensation. abby groans with satisfaction as if she could feel it, the view of her tits and strong shoulders making everything feel even more surreal.
her eyes linger back to your face with awe, watching with a timid furrow of her brows at how your jaw slacks and your head falls back at the heavenly feeling. abby’s gaze trails back between your bodies, reaching down to grip your hips steady as she gently retracts her hips, delicately pulling out before pressing forward with the least bit of force, gawking with her own open mouth at how your juicy pussy swallows all eight-inches of her dick so effortlessly. you release a loud squeak of a gasp, incapable of being quiet from the immense pleasure. the sudden sound makes abby jerk her head back towards you, fearful of doing something wrong—she winces with a mumble under her breath, “Fuck, is it okay?—does it feel good?”
you raise your head up with a small whine of an inhale, meeting abby’s gaze as you go wide-eyed, nodding frantically at her words. abby pursues a gentle rhythm of her hips which makes your hands scramble to hold her meaty shoulders, eyes completely locking on each others as the slow pace feels like time has stopped. you whimper softly with a lip bite, continuously flickering your eyes shut, attempting to tame your noises with deep breathes. one of abby’s hands moves up to cup your face as she rocks her hips slower, letting each stroke reach all parts of you—to let you become familiar with the whole length. abby stares deeply into your largening eyes, groaning with a small smile, “You look so good like this, so fucking sexy,” she gulps heavily, eyes dropping in between your bodies once again, her nerves taking over once again as she stutters, “..Shit, h-how do you want me to fuck you? Slow, fast—What do you want me to do? What should I—“
“—abby,” you cut her off with a loud cry of a breathless moan, writhing under her with every pump of her hips, “—fuck me like you’ve always wanted to.” your chest heaves as you laugh softly, definitely surprised by how insanely fast her teasing slow strokes are getting to you. you squeak out with a plead, “abs—show me how badly you want my pussy, just—fuck me like i’m yours.”
those words ignite a fervor of lividness within abby, an uncertain low chuckle leaving her lips as her hips come to a hesitant pause, “…A-are you sure?” you angrily sigh with a groan at the agitating sweet pace—wanting more than these forgiving strokes—craving, needing the primal force you know she can provide. you grumble with a pathetic wince, “y-yes, abby and don’t you stop.” abby nervously grips your thighs, immediately picking up her pace once more at your threat. abby tilts her head as she inspects your body, dissecting your words in her head, suddenly laughing darkly, “…Fucking you like you’re mine. Hmm.” she scoffs, bringing her pace to a complete stop before she abruptly presses your thighs down hard against the bed, spreading you so wide, eyes glinting with an evilness you should fear but instead—eagerly turns you on. abby mutters with a shake of her head, “I like the sound of that.”
your breath hisses softly as you whisper with a seductive growing smile, in love with how your knees reach your elbows, “if you do…show me.” abby carefully steadies herself with a new angle of her hips at a distance which unbeknownst to you, should allow her to bottom you out with each fucking thrust. abby cockily smirks with a slow exhale, eyes flickering from you to your pussy—and almost on queue, a harsh grunt leaves abby’s lips as she slams into you—skillfully garnering sudden timed and deep thrusts—each one banging so far into you, the sexy depth making you sigh deeply with a moan as you let your head fall back with a relieved smile and eyes that flutter shut, “mmm, f-fuck—just like that, abs.” your hands linger down to rest upon abby’s, so comfortably holding her tight grip beneath your fingertips.
and oh god, abby wasn’t playing around about her stamina. her hips don’t stop, the intense and amazing pace of the constant rhythm of her strong thighs slamming against your skin—closes the space with each thrust, letting the base of the harness to noisily plap against your sticky clit in-time—just overwhelmingly adding to the sudden erotic environment so badly. the angle too is simply perfect—each pipe of abby’s hips glides into your soaked hole so damn well, your g-spot being caressed with almost no mercy as if she was a mother-fucking pro. your breath is being knocked out of you with each reckless thrust and…shit, this is so hot. being secretly fucked by abby, upstairs in the party she’s supposed to be hosting? this really is crazy.
the sight of you is so intense—your sexy squeaks, half-lidded eyes, bouncing tits, body basically folded in half—creates such a sensuality in the air as you stare with small rising whimpers at abby, who’s biting down on her bottom lip, determination written in her deep heavy pants as her eyes remain on you. you mischievously smile weakly, low eyes wandering abby’s body—feeling so in touch with your sexuality as your hands crawl up your own chest, smushing your own tits together with a teasing coo, “—your big, pretty dick feels so good, abby.”
“Mhm, yeah?” abby questions with that sexy calm tone of her voice, bringing her hips to a soft, now winding into you in a circle-like way as she leans down to your ear, the sensation of her hot breath making a shutter run down your arching back. a husky whisper falls from abby’s lips and into your ear with mean playfulness, “—Feels so good deep, hmm? So, so deep?”
you hum contently with a soft nod and a drunken gaze as you writhe up into her touch, bringing her in close for a hug—arms wrapping tightly around her shoulders. abby moves in towards your face, hands moving to grip your waist with a gentleness as she suddenly locks lips with you passionately. you response with the exact same desperate energy, one hand crawling to grip her nape harshly to pull her closer somehow, tongues intertwining with an excessive intensity. however, the affectionate spit swapping moment creates such a scene that quickly becomes more lewd as abby’s hands crawl back down, planting your thighs down so roughly for balance as she decides to work up a swift pace just to hear your sounds. she builds a new stable pace, quicker, insanely shallow thrusts from the low angle. your moving lips abruptly falter at the intense change in depth—loud echoing moans all at once filling abby’s mouth as her rhythm becomes consistent and relentless, practically pounding into you—her sharp movements making your kisses purely fall to a stop as you furrow your brows and succumb to the raw pleasure of being utterly fucked stupid.
your sensitive skin and nipples brush against abby’s silky ones—boosting the whole exciting feeling of finally touching abby skin to skin—being beneath her for another reason. her perfect tits rub against yours as if exchanging small covert kisses, seemingly contributing to the steamy idea of now being two girls who’s thrilling love is blossoming into something worth being noticed—ultimately being given a chance. that familiar hot sensation is building up in your lower stomach as abby pumps her cock into you with no kindness what-so-ever, your wetness most definitely allowing her persistent strokes to glide deeply and awfully well, threatening to pierce your sudden impending orgasm.
you smile big against her lips—coming back to your senses, eyes wandering her freckled face and fuck, you seek her touch even further as your hands scramble from her shoulders, down her back and onto her firm clothed ass, gripping her closer tightly—now burying your face in the crook of her neck—roughly inhaling her pine scent with every breath as she drives into you with such a violent passion that leaves you shaking.
abby pecks the sweet skin of your shoulder, sputtering with a breathless laugh, “I’m fucking digging in your guts and you love every bit of it, don’t you?” your eyes roll back with an elated strained mewl, your pussy clenching around her strap simply from her sultry voice, “—mmmmhm, mhm, abby—fuck me, mommy.”
oh my god. that word slips from your lips, dripping with tease—your submissive playfulness deeming your curious-self a little brave for saying a word abby dreams about you saying at night with her hand down her pants. abby moans loudly with disbelief and from how the base is grinding against her clit, the charming noise sounding so sexy as she kisses your neck, savoring your scent on her tongue as if you were a pastry, “Did you just call me mommy?”
you nod swiftly as you seductively laugh against her shoulder, the raw sound inducing butterflies within abby’s toned tummy. your hands crawl up her waist, languidly touching her creamy skin beneath your fingertips, enjoying how built and perfect her frame is in your grasp. abby slows her thrusts, deeply grinding into you as she moves onto her elbows, firmly planting them beside your head—fingers gently tangling in your hair, caressing your head in such a loving way. abby’s lips linger up your upper neck, pecking along the skin—until eventually reaching your sensitive ear. she licks and nips at the lobe, whispering with a low breathless moan, “Say it again, baby. It’ll get me even wetter.” you grumble with a little whine at her words, her saccharine tone so capable of making you melt into a greedy mess. your pretty lips teasingly linger along abby’s soft jawline as you lick her tasty skin which is beginning to gain a subtle coat of saltiness, displaying her effort and sweat soon to form in the warm room.
abby carefully pumps into you with excruciatingly slow waves of her hips, making you groan with a small smirk, “—you soaking your boxers for me, mommy?” abby nods with weakness at your syrupy sentence, her clit violently aching in her boxers from the base of strap grinding so flawlessly against her with each small thrust. her lips stay on your ear, her hot breath feeling so good as she quietly mumbles with a stutter, “Uh-huh—I’m s-so fucking wet.” your hands move up her back, pulling her tightly against you—pressing your boobs almost painfully closer as you suck on the sensitive skin of her shoulder with slick kisses, moaning against the crook of her neck, “aw, mommy’s so wet? all for me?” abby nods slowly with a gasp, her jaw falling open, your taunting words making this incredibly difficult—you whisper in her ear with a cocky tone, “i can’t wait to taste you later, mommy, when your perfect pussy is all in my mouth.”
abby’s eyes squeeze shut—the sensation of her drenched nub rubbing against the fabric of her underwear feeling so damn immaculate with the small gentle strokes—a series of small raising gasps fall from her pouty lips, containing a vulnerability that makes you groan with excitement. abby pants out with a quiver, tone shaking, “Uh-huh, uh-h-huh.” you snicker against abby’s neck, lips trailing up along her jaw and across her freckled cheek, seeking your way to her mouth. you attempt to kiss, messily groaning into abby’s mouth as your legs sneakily make way to wrap around her waist.
abby’s pink lips move so carefully, her overstimulated self softly whimpering between your sticky kisses. you grin against her lips with a hesitant squeak, the gentle rolling of her hips hitting a certain depth—sliding in deliciously with a squelch against your g-spot rather expertly. abby’s frame shakes in your grasp as her breath hitches, all of a sudden groaning with regret, noticing how badly she’s neglecting your body with her movements she deems lazy, “I’m sorry—fuck.” abby shakes her head roughly, leaving your hold, attempting to shake off the feeling of the brewing heat in her stomach in order to pursue your orgasm. her strong figure leans back up, looming over you once again as her hands wander down your waist to tightly grip the hot flesh of your hips, anxiously mumbling, “I-I’m so sorry—can’t let myself go like that before knowing you haven’t screamed my name yet.” your cloudy mind spins as abby’s thrusts construct a new pace, unknowing to how her mind is purely set on your needs only. her grinds finally end and gain more confidence as she gulps heavily, eyes trailing your soft body with a small timid quiver. you grumble with a laugh, smirking at her “chilvarous” wobbling frame, “miss big strong abby couldn’t take it anymore, hmm?”
abby squints with a deep exhale, trying to come back to reality—an embarrassed smile spreading across her lips before her voice hikes with sass, “Who said that?” abby chuckles with a huff of playful anger as her big hands firmly grab your thighs, spreading them roughly, letting your ankles wrap around her ass before, without warning, she suddenly bangs into you with firm, harsh thrusts, enunciating her words with each slap of skin, “Listen, I can go—all—fucking—night—Can you? —Slut?” the demeaning name slips off her tongue with cruelty and surprisingly enough…you rather enjoy it. the familiarly and sharpness was something you were so used to and even something you began learning to crave. and at this moment…holy fucking hell. the sudden rough rhythm and her vulgar words makes you see stars, completely throwing you off-guard and filling you with fearful ecstasy. the sensation grants your eyes to roll to the back of your head with a gaping mouth that hangs open in a silent scream. you squeak out small gasps, breath escaping as high-pitched pants as you clench fist-fulls of her sheets beside you tightly with eager desperation, practically hanging on for dear life with each jolting slam. you deeply groan with an alarmed yelp as abby positions herself with a little readjust, suddenly hitting that perfect spot inside you, the girth making you feel so insanely full, stretching you out deliciously with each stroke of her effortless hips. you beg desperately with a knit of your eyebrows, strained words pouring from your pretty lips, “…a-aw, yes—mommy—don’t stop, please.”
“I won’t—I fucking won’t till you cum all over my cock.” abby’s breath shakes as she furiously rams into you, her effort shining as she grips the soft skin of your thighs harder, staring intensely at the way your doe eyes fill with grave panic. with a large evil smirk, abby coos with a condescending taunt, fingers digging into your thighs with a pleasurable sting, “Take it. You can take it—You did this to yourself getting me all turned on over text.”
abby laughs darkly at her now violent pace, panting with sexy grunts, watching your tits bounce like a hypnotic lesbian attraction. the tune of her creaking bed and your combined noises is so loud as the headboard repeatedly slams against her wall—god, you really hope nobody suspects anything downstairs.
but fuck, wouldn’t that be so sexy? the chorus of two voices—both female—sounding so raw and taboo behind the door and not just anyone’s door—but abby’s door. they could spread rumors, gossiping that abby, the awkward charming cutie, is not only good at football but is even better at fucking girls into her mattress fearlessly during a party. your thoughts spiral at the idea of getting caught—completely adding to the secretive environment and the outright smell of lesbian sex.
abby chuckles with a low moan, staring down at your enticing hairy mound—only imagining how gaped your entrance must be, “Look at that, this perfect pussy can take a pounding.” she remarks with a snarky grin, “If I knew this—damn, I’d come over and fuck you raw every night after we fight.” she shakes her head with a stupid smile, the image in her mind driving her hips to taunting pace, now garnering ruthless, even, gradual rams, the pure simplicity—reaches your throbbing cervix, letting drool leak from your parted lips. abby groans with a harsh blink, fingertips pressing so hard into your thighs, most definitely leaving fierce bruises. abby pants with rough grunts, mind spinning, clit brutally pulsing from all sorts of ideas of fucking you, “Every position,” she winces with astounded arousal, “I’ll be so buried in your slutty hole that when I pull out—you’ll cry for more of my big fat cock.” her words create such erotic vivid images, becoming the sprinkle on top of your imminent climbing orgasm. your sounds fall to a silence in the piping hot room and all abby can see is the whites of your eyes—the scene of your intense pleasure quickly being tattooed in her brain.
abby’s pride cruelly gleams as all of a sudden, she takes one of your legs and throws it over her thick freckled shoulder—making you sob with a wince of an eager desperate smile—the sight forging a moan from abby’s lips with a pleased squeal as droplets of sweat gather down her temples. she knows all too well she’s accomplishing her fucking job impeccably with thrusts that have you not wanting enough…and it’s the hottest fucking thing ever.
abby growls, fucking growls, adjusting herself over you, big palms pressing near your shoulders as your knee rests firmly against your chest—your sweaty bodies bouncing together with every eye-rolling pound—the striking far depth turning you to complete mush. your breathing comes out in trembles from how horrifically hard abby’s slick thighs violently slam into you. abby maintains complete eye contact, gawking with a furious lip-bite at your award-winning fall apart of your arriving orgasm with a deep groan, panting louder with her husky sweet voice, “Mmm—You fucking love this dick, hmm, baby?” you agree with a frantic nod and a guttural moan, tongue lolling out erotically as every stroke slides in and out from the shaft to the absolute hilt. the panic-stricken raise of your boobs makes abby’s eyes glow—but not with the potential you’ve seen. her predatory eyes are missing something. you groan with fragile whimpers as your eyes wander her freckled face, trailing down her shoulders, finally finding its way down her arms and to her big hands. you suddenly notice the lack of a certain heat in your heart, completely confusing you as you’re used to being beneath her all the time. but again, something else is missing. something so crucial. that specific thing that thrills you when you get pinned down by abby.
her fucking hands around your throat.
holy shit.
that’s it. you rush to suggest it, grumbling with a pathetic wince—so utterly sure that abby will abide the request knowing her sexy desires align rather too well with yours. you quiver with a pout, breath hitching with a moan, “c-choke me, abby.”
abby’s body pauses with a jolt, her eyes widening with what looks like pure disbelief—your words practically stopping her in her tracks. she scans your face with an eyebrow raise and a heaving chest, tilting her head with a teasing smile—really processing what you just asked her. her eyes, god, her eyes, that sexy gaze of hers shines. shines with hunger. with pure sadistic hunger.
with no hesitation—she hastily pulls your leg off her shoulder, both hands moving forward to seek your soft throat. abby’s heavy hands feel comforting in a way as she sighs roughly with a chilling reassurance, “Tell me if it gets too much.” her soft care still seems to be there, underlying all this cruel behavior you deep down realized you kinda love.
with no warning—once again, abby’s hips resume banging into your spread aching thighs, her strong hands forcefully gripping your throat—already so quickly restricting your airway—their thickness and pressure resulting in your eyes immediately losing focus. shit, you feel sedated—incapable of forming a single thought from how terribly the thrilling factor enhances the sensation of her brutal pace so fucking badly. abby’s hips are not a single bit hesitant as your cunt contracts from the raw pleasure, threatening to make her slip out. she leans forward a bit, the whole of her weight practically being transferred down onto your throat as the source of balance for her huge frame—and god, it’s incredibly overstimulating in the right way. you weakly gasp with a drowsy grateful smile, watching as abby groans with a mocking grin, “Such a fucking whore getting off to me choking you.” she smirks with a head shake, talking as if her boxers didn’t get 10x stickier at your wishes of this kinky shit. abby’s grip tightens on your throat harder—leaning even further onto you—forcefully pressing you into the mattress with her raw strength, the sudden cruel light-headed sensation making you feel like you’re floating. “Fuckin’ slut. My fuckin’ slut.” abby spits out wickedly with a gritted content smile, control coursing through her veins as she gawks at your darkening red desperate face, noticing how sexy of a mess you’ve become with your glassy eyes, fucked up head of hair, chin wet with drool, and the ethereal view below—a sheen of sweat coating your angelic body, allowing you to glisten like her most pornographic dreams.
abby’s thrusts heighten with a new vigor, confidently sinking hard into you—the tip continuously drilling harshly against your g-spot. the perfect sight of her abby’s slick biceps, collarbone, small bouncing tits and drenched face grow blurry as the chest-tightening feeling is sprouting with a severity that is corrupting all and everyone of your senses. abby’s pushing you over the edge and not from pissing you off as per usual but by fucking you senseless like a damn slut.
each vicious slam of her hips rams into your overly sensitive cervix—creating such a toe-curling consistency as you silently squeak with an urgent franticness, the lack of oxygen adding to your fragile climax like a motherfucker. you finally hit your fucking limit—mind going utterly white as your eyes roll back, body going completely limp, mouth left ajar—ragged choked gasps leaving your throat—the room echoing only with the sound of your pussy squelching and the skin of abby’s hips. the sight depicting how she’s broken all of you. every part of you. abby watches you intensely, eyes dilating, her, wet with sweat, or effort—cheeks flushed a bright red, really processing she’s made you finish. made you cum. in her own bedroom. you.
slowly, abby’s eyes soften as she carefully loosens her hold on your throat, hands now moving to caress your hairline with deep exhales. you choke out a gasp—harshly panting, chest rising and falling with utter shock, dangerously unaware to how badly you needed air. your velvety walls force abby to faltering slow grinds, a soothing rhythm that leaves your legs shaking with an embarrassed quiver as you writhe with eyes that flutter shut over and over, still in absolute awe from how fucking good her stroke game is. abby watches your every movement intently, softly groaning under her breath, gaze trailing your shattered sexy frame, “Mhm, mhm, ride that orgasm out—mhm, look at me.” you lazily raise your head up to meet abby’s heavy gaze with half-lidded eyes—the sudden eye contact of her big blue eyes allows such a sensual intimacy to form between the two of you at this very moment. you wave your hips delicately up into her slow pumps, jerking with little overstimulated winces. abby’s condescending demeanor seems to have vanished, replacing with a consideration that adds to your newly established bond of trust.
abby’s gaze glimmers with care and attraction, cooing with that kind and sultry edge that makes you bite down on your bottom lip, “Shit, baby, you don’t know how good you look like this...” you sweetly smile with a cheeky glint, eyes falling onto abby’s slick torso, her thick abs and just her herself becoming more attractive post-orgasm. you lean up onto your elbows with an adoring weakness, staring at how deliciously strong her body truly is, how perfectly plump with muscle it is. your doe eyes scan her body with relaxing exhales, gulping hard as you land on abby’s now halted hips. your hand compulsively reaches out to caress her lower stomach, loving the way her body is shaking from her effort. the wetness and heat of her bare sweaty tummy makes you throb…casually letting you dip your fingers into the waistband of her hidden boxers, touching her piping hot, moist skin gathering in the fabric. you can only imagine how good she tastes, her dripping slick and wet natural musk of her sexy sweat. holy fuck. abby watches you carefully, eyes wandering your worn-out self with love and admiration, curious of what will happen next. your drooping eyes fall to her crotch—grumbling as the harness and strap are still there, blocking a meal you yearn to try. shit. you know what you want…and god, you need it. you give in, hand fully extending to the waistband of her boxers, tugging on them with a little shake. you mumble with a tired rasp of your voice, “baby.” your hand then lingers to fidget with the harness straps, fingers wobbling around the material—clearly attempting to take it off. abby’s big hands gently push yours away, breathlessly grinning, “I got it.” her clumsy fingers immediately scramble to one side, swiftly undoing the straps, her heaving chest finally seeming to come to a slow. you retract your hand, leaning back onto your elbows—staring at the charming view of abby taking off the harness and the bobbing wet strap—her pretty braid seeming like the only innocent thing out of the whole sight. your eyes glow with immediate hunger as she shimmies out of it, cute hips wiggling and finally, the large wet patch you were craving this entire time on her groin of her boxers is all on display. holy shit. it’s horrifically attractive.
you hum with a whimper at the sight, leaning to sit up—hands pulling abby by the waist roughly—making her squeak with a small laugh. you wrap your arms around her waist, chin resting on her slick torso, staring up at her through batted-lashes with desire, “…abby, you look so good.” her eyes widen with strained arousal, trailing your sexy fatigued gaze. you smile cheekily, unexpectedly flicking your tongue out against her stomach, dragging a long swipe at her drenched skin. you moan against her abs, lapping sensually along the saltiness which makes you cheerfully groan. your tongue slowly slides up her stomach and reaches her juicy gleaming tits. you eagerly pop one into your mouth with a satisfied groan, engulfing the whole thing in your mouth completely. abby rests her strong arms around your shoulders—holding you close, watching this scene unravel with awe. her small plump boob fills your mouth so perfectly, allowing you to bob your head on her silky and now goose-bumped skin. abby hisses with need, watching with a slack jaw as you swirl your tongue on her small breast, half-lidded gaze locked onto hers. you move to her other tit, small strings of teasing whimpers muffling as you glide your tongue around her hardened nipple roughly—one of your hands coming up to fondle her other wet tit, playfully squeezing and rolling the nipple.
you hungrily slobber on her titty, lips smacking and seductive glint in your eyes adding to the whole view for abby. she gasps softly with a wince, eyes fluttering shut, “Baby, fuck.” you plop her titty out of your mouth, eagerly gripping her shoulders to pull her on top you with a growing smile. you fall back onto the bed—sweaty skin so deliciously overstimulating against the sheets as your lips linger to her freckled neck. you lap up the wetness of abby’s enticing sweat, hand trailing down her large back and falling near her ass. you moan softly with a big grin, lips finding their way to hers as you spread her clothed ass mischievously, “can you get on your back, abby?” she groans with a hesitant sigh, already knowing where this is going. she leans up, hands near your shoulders, timidly shaking from how much badly she pushed her limits on strength earlier, “Are you sure—? I don’t have to cum—” you cut abby off as you roll the two of you over with a strong force, somehow on top of her all of a sudden, straddling her with a smug smile. the sight of your bouncing tits make abby flush a brighter pink as you peck her cheek with a giggle, moving down her body—licking and kissing her soft skin harshly with little loving moans, savoring her bareness as if she was a pure embellishment of lesbianism. abby whimpers as you trail down her chest and stomach with a taunting mumble, reaching her hips, “it won’t be long. I just want a little taste.”
abby throws her head back with an exhausted smile, a tinge of disbelief in her manner at your stubbornness as you jump down the edge of the bed—placing yourself between her sexy strong thighs. her eyes glow with eager worry, leaning up onto her elbows, hands nervously clenching the sheets as your pretty face moves forward, close enough to take a swipe. abby stutters with an fatigued furrow of her brows, nervousness overpowering her since it’d be so embarrassing if you found out how loud she can be, “I won’t last long…I—baby, just come lay with me, you don’t have to—” you playfully shrug, tilting your head with lips that curl into a cheeky lip bite, voice stopping her from speaking any further, “—abby, i’ll be quick,” you continue with a seductive low, eyes wandering to her wet stain, “you deserve it after fucking me so well.” you teasingly pout, fingertips rubbing along her plump thighs reassuringly, “i just wanna see it…am i not allowed to?” abby grows hesitant, fearful she’ll be a moaning mess. the loud music downstairs is still blaring, so…fuck it, right? she sighs heavily with an anxious breath, replying with a faltering mumble, “I—Just…don’t drag it out.”
you roll your eyes, chuckling softly with a devilish grin, interpreting her words as wanting you to eat her out fast and rough. abby’s mouth falls open with nervous shock, round blue eyes widening as you immediately place your whole mouth on her soaked fabric of her boxers. she squeaks out a desperate groan, letting her head fall back as you hungrily suck and lick her clothed mound, moaning against her hidden engorged clit. your hands tug the meat of her hips—gripping them roughly as you hold her steady while lapping at her drenched boxers with a content gaze. the hot fabric is an absolute menace to a sensitive girl like abby. she cries out with a small gasp, head raising slowly with a wince to watch you carefully—one of her hands moving up to hold her small boob for support as both your hands linger to gently pull down her boxers. your fingers slide into the waistband so effortlessly slow, dragging the fabric down with a tease as the cool air hits her slick skin. your gentle wet kisses along her clothed mound fall to a slow as the pulling of fabric delicately reveals abby’s pretty pussy. it’s so perfectly dirty blonde and such a full, appetizing bush—so inviting and so fucking sticky. you tug her boxers down her strong thighs and down her legs, letting them fall onto the floor—immediately diving between her legs with no concerns, only the need to make her feel so damn good. her savory scent adds to everything as you tiredly moan against her sexy swollen bare clit—face quick to be immensely covered with her juices as you wildly bury your mouth against her raw drenched pussy, enjoying her smell a little more than you should. abby’s flavor is like magic on your tongue, shining like an answer you’ve always longed for. her hips begin bucking against your face, the desperation so quick to show through—alongside her stinging sensitivity and impending orgasm not being far. not far one fucking bit.
you mumble with a half-lidded smile, staring up at her between her fat pussy lips, “you’re such a gorgeous girl, abby—so, so, pretty when you’re not all pissed.” you watch as abby’s soft whimpers pick up from hearing your voice—her chest heaving quick and attractively, strong shoulders twitching with every lick, suck and reverberations of your content moans—making you smirk with complete achievement. you swirl your tongue on abby’s painfully protruding nub, her wetness enhancing her near-by climax to fall into your mouth horribly early. you whine against her clit, wickedly grinning as one of your hands sneakily crawl up her thigh, making way to her dripping pussy. you hesitate for a moment with a locked gaze, watching her truly melt into puddy—her breathless mewls grow higher in pitch, making her seem like a completely other person…and holy shit, it’s not a bad thing abby was making it out to be. in fact, it’s so unbelievably sexy getting this mean girl to unravel into a whimpering gasping mess. two of your digits suddenly plunge into her oozing cunt, swift to curl and teasingly massaging her g-spot skillfully in an attempt to prioritize her orgasm with full force. abby squeaks out with a deep moan at the pleasurable intrusion, hips writhing into your touch instantly—letting her mouth falling ajar with a loud gasp, “Aw—fuck—!” her hands intertwine so hastily into the sheets, the large handfuls in her big hands making you chuckle eagerly as you latch your sweet lips back onto her fat clit, sucking and groaning against her with sensual moans, truly adding to the overstimulating feeling of her terribly sensitive flesh. abby practically feeds you her flavor via the sway of her hips, grinding up against your nose—filling your nostrils with her insatiable scent you can’t get a fucking enough of. the stinging sensation of abby’s pulsing nub makes her shutter with every swipe, every kiss of your devouring lips, thick thighs pressing roughly around your head with an anxious quiver. abby whines with a rapid heaving chest, braid bouncing on her boob—panting with alarm, “I can’t take it—please—fuck—I can’t—” your fingers graze deep into her with strong waves, in love with how her velvety walls pulse, the squelches of her wetness growing so fucking lewd. you murmur against her clit with a coo, “hey, but you’re doing so well—you’re being such a good girl for me, abby.”
the name makes abby’s hips stutter, alleviating her breath to begin to falter, letting them rise into pathetic winces from the overwhelming heightened sensitivity on her throbbing clit and your languid pumps of your fingers—this all to her is becoming borderline humiliating yet…exhilarating as hell. her head rests flat against the sheets, eyes clenching shut—lost in heaven as you slow the pace even further, teasingly rubbing her g-spot with an aggravating gentleness that is the farthest from mean. you press the flat of your tongue against her drenched cunt, moving side to side, frothing her slick into a bubbling mess, enjoying how badly covered your chin and part of your cheeks are with her juices. you savor her overstimulated cries leaving her pouty parted lips, eyes widening with raw greed as her hips begin to bounce up from the bed with growing urgency. you grin so widely with a mocking sing-song desperation, “…i’ll let you cum…only if you promise not to cause fights with me anymore—” you chuckle wickedly against her aching delicious flesh, “—because now I know how to make you shut up.”
abby grunts roughly with a squeak, hand slapping at the sheets, eyes meeting yours as she splutters, “N-no fights ever again—mhm—” she rapidly begs with a sob of a moan, body trembling, "—I'll be good—I’ll be a good girl." her breath becomes raspy and frantic, features contorting into utter pleasure as her thighs flutter tightly around your head, trapping you with no room to breath but all the time to ravish her to the gateways of her pathetic impending climax. with jerky fearful twitches of abby’s muscles—her biceps tense all the way down to her forearms, large hands suddenly tangling into your hair to hold you in place as she blubbers with a cry, letting her head fall back, "I-I'll never lay a hand on you ever, ever, again—“ she groans with defeat as you bob your head on her twitching clit, fingers still working into her clenching creamy warmth ruthlessly. abby’s sounds fall to a silence as she reaches her orgasm, shaking with bucking hips from your movements failing to stop for mercy.
abby’s breath hitches, strong nose scrunching harshly with a whiney moan of relief as a small warm splurt trickles from her cunt—delicately filling your mouth with surprise—followed with a bigger squirt—one that splashes against your nose and cheek, the remaining lot dripping down her slit and carefully filling her hole where your working fingers fall to a excruciating halt, the liquid quickly finding it’s way down your wrist and arm. you groan softly with bright eyes, astonishment and awe shining in your sweet demeanor as you stare down at your fingers, still deep inside her, absolutely amazed how they’re coated in a creamy white liquid. the sight makes you wince with a furrow of your brows—full of satisfaction and more-so sadness, feeling betrayed she never told you she was a fucking squirter!!?! you retract your fingers, slowly but swiftly bringing them into your mouth—sucking the new consistency of wetness off with a content whimper, desperately in love with how her flavor is now sweet yet salty. you bring your forearm up to your mouth, eagerly licking along the skin, swiping up all her dripping glory on the pad of your tongue instantaneously. unconsciously, you’ve blushed a harsh scarlet, eyes growing a little nervous as you glance up at miss worn-out abby—noting with a small lip-bite how she’s embarrassingly thrown her arm over her face, covering her freckled face with a hidden panting smile.
“uhm—hello?!” you shout with a big laugh, bringing your hands to her thighs, playfully smacking them, trying to bring to light how sexy that was whole unfolding scene was. you lean up off from your knees, quickly crawling up onto abby’s bare body, straddling her waist—ass resting her silky lower body. you stare down at her with a big smile—wiping your face with back of your hand, courteously thinking about how abby may or not want that delicious excessive slick to overpower the kisses soon to come. you jokingly grab at her arm—shoving it away roughly, suddenly giggling as abby turns her face away, keeping her eyes shut—attempting to clearly avoid your gaze from embarrassment. “abbyyyy—!” you squeal, abruptly giving in and moving down to hug and smother her neck with kisses, murmuring along her throat with a deep exhale of reminisce—hands trailing her tense shoulders and back, “shit, that was so fucking hot, abby.” her lips linger to your shoulder, pecking you a couple times before snuggling into you with a bashful sigh, trembling hands wandering your waist with an anxious eye-roll. abby’s soft tone is quivering and gentle, “…Really? You think so?” you nod with a loud mhm, no hesitation in your actions as your lips trail up her jaw, mouth immediately locking onto her pretty pink ones with gratitude. she groans in-between your kisses, your mixed tastes mingling—making her chuckle with disbelief and an intrigued cheerful grin as her fingertips graze your bare back, “…We…I can’t believe we really just fucked. Like right now.” you mumble against her lips with a little laugh, lips disconnecting with a pop, “I know right?”
you push off abby carefully with a pretty smile, flopping beside her with a bounce, cute hair sprawling onto her sheets in such an adoring way. abby immediately pulls you into a hug, bringing you close to nuzzle against her chest. your cheek rests against her small boob as her beefy freckled arms wrap around you, suddenly engulfing you in her intoxicating musk and pine scent—somehow seeming like the one place in you life where you felt like you truly belonged. abby inhales deeply, rubbing her face with her big hand, clarity finally coming back to her as she thinks to herself—gulping heavily with a gentle smile. her eyes wander back to you with a softness that makes your heart ache, “—You know. …I’m glad we did this.”
you glance up into her big blue eyes, a smirk spreading across your face as your lips casually linger to her chest, planting small kisses as you cuddle further against her, craving to be closer to her—practically needing, wanting to be in her skin somehow. you mumble with a little yawn, “—me too, abs.” your legs tangle below, rubbing earnestly together, each little brush glimmering a view which seems so absolutely pure and beautiful to a lovers eye. you grin teasingly as you rub your nose up against her warm soft collarbone, “all that stamina really did pay off.” that comment makes abby chuckle hoarsely with a tilt of her head, nodding adorably—complete affection in her gaze as she watches your beautiful face grow tired with each passing second.
the room fills with the died down music and soft chattering from downstairs—suddenly reminding you where you are. you softly sigh with a content grin, scanning abby’s freckled beauty with nothing but admiration. a sincere confession falls from your lips with a tenderness that tugs abby’s heartstrings, “abigail. I want you to know I never really hated you…never did. never will.” your hand lazily caresses the skin of her hip as you continue with a genuine knit of your brows, “…every-time you’d yell at me…I could only remember that sweet girl you used to be.” you smile to yourself, eyes trailing abby’s freckled bicep, “deep down, I knew you still were the pretty, goofy abby I knew and loved. she was just hiding from me.” your hand moves up from her waist, squeezing between her draped arm to crawl up to hold her face, touching the warmth of her sharp cheekbone—the familiarity so soft and comforting.
abby endearingly stares with full attention, eyebrows furrowed as she takes in the weight of your words. she processes your preciousness by slowly leaning forward—resting her lips against your temple, pressing a gentle kiss there with understanding, “…I never hated you either.” she grumbles with a disgusted head shake, “—God, I couldn’t stand the way I treated you.” abby rests her forehead against yours with a treasuring gaze, easing the tension by playfully pursing her lips with a little pout—cutely asking for a kiss. you softly smile with an embarrassed blush as you crane your face forward, connecting your lips together for an instant. you pull back, gaze searching abby’s big ocean eyes.
all of a sudden, abby wildly pecks your soft cheek, planting kisses over and over—making you squeal and writhe from her forceful lips. you melt into her kisses with a fulfilled heart, loving the abrupt way she pulls back with a large smile and round eyes—“Since tomorrow is Saturday,” abby gulps with an eager tone, “We can take a shower in the morning together and then I can make breakfast.” she swiftly pecks your lips one last time, “What do you say?”
you’re taken back by abby’s bold and determined itinerary for the morning after, causing your stomach to turn with excitement and outright appreciation. you quickly nod with a growing flustered smile, absolutely adoring how beautiful she really is when she simply lets herself glow with her sweet personality. you softly speak, letting your soul do the talking, “I’d like that, abby. I’d enjoy every damn second.” abby timidly grins, her eyes gleaming with joy and some fatigue.
“alright, abby—let’s get some rest. you worked too hard today with football…and…with me.” you caress her forehead, pushing back her babyhairs with a benign touch and a loving smirk, watching her features contort into a big cute yawn. you lower your voice, the soothing tone so mellow and sweet, “…what about the party, abs?” abby cheekily smiles with her resting eyes, her own words falling to a comforting whisper, “The boys will manage. I trust them.” you ruffle her hair with relief, calmly letting your hand drift back down to her waist, hugging her close. you quietly mutter, “mkay, baby,” before pressing one last kiss against her soft lips, snuggling back into the crook of her neck—allowing your own eyes to drift shut comfortably. abby’s strong warm arms cradle you close as one of her legs wrap around you, encasing you snug against her. you swallow softly, satisfaction radiating deep within your chest as you hear the sudden sound of abby’s calming, soft breathing.
however—her irresistible syrupy voice quietly breaks the still air with words that make your heart skip a beat.
“…I love you.”
butterflies erupt into a beautiful swarm in your tummy, swirling around your fluttering, glimmering heartbeat. fucking hell.
you softly reply with a sentimental strain of awe, “I love you too, abby.” she sweetly giggles with triumph, pressing a delicate kiss against your forehead with pure devotion, “…I love having you like this. It’s so fucking amazing.” abby’s charming sleepy voice casts her simple last words to strike all those years of dislike away in an instant—her cherishing smile full of utter honesty, capable of being heard with your eyes shut—truly melting away every bruise and every mark,
“I hated to hate you.”
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wuz this worth the whole month wait cuz i’m so sorry💔💔😵💫 this could have a part two—containing pure fluff of the next morning!!! like cute domestic shit :p and maybe some lazy sex idk?? i feel like im decent at writing a shit ton of fluff (maybe a little better than smut) since love doesn’t always need sex to show connection fr but u tell me :3 !!
hope y’all fucked with this cuz i sure as hell did✊🌈 andddd as always gimmie feedback!!! i always wanna improve 💝!!
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even more headcanons but spicy this time! what can i say, i fold like a lawn chair. like my SFW list, this is LONG!
18+!!! I MEAN IT! MINORS GTFO
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^^saw an edit of her to this song and i literally can’t listen to it without thinking of her, so.
A = Aftercare
- In terms of her own personal needs, I don’t see Abby being someone who requires much aftercare.
- in canon, she seemed to downright reject any degree of after-sex tenderness, but honestly that was probably just because it was Owen. LMAO. also, she had a lot on her mind in that moment.
- in a more casual relationship, i believe she’d see sex as a transactional thing exclusively for stress relief. so in this context, the most aftercare she’d consider would probably be a: You’re good, right? And leave it at that.
- in a more developed, vulnerable relationship where she feels deeply for you, this would change only slightly. she would still feel little need for aftercare herself, but if you are someone who requires that comfort and support, she would keep it in mind.
- i can see her maybe offering to get you some water, accompanied by a sweaty kiss on the forehead and a swipe of your mouth with her thumb. again, a manifestation of her tough love attitude, but not without some residual tenderness. i wouldn’t necessarily rule out cuddles, but i see that as more of a separate interaction for her independent of sexual intimacy.
B = Body Part
- On herself, Abby can’t help but love what her forearms and shoulders can do for you. When she’s eating you out, the fact that the entirety of each of your legs can fit on her shoulders is hugely satisfying. Not only does it make the whole ordeal more comfortable for both of you, she just loves it when her own dependable strength can enable you to relax and rely on her completely. even better when she can feel how your thighs twitch and turn to jelly, and she stays solid; unmovable.
- Her forearms play a large part in the strength she has in her hands. When she’s several fingers and knuckles deep inside you, pushing and pulling steadily and manipulating your sensitive spots with insistent strokes, the tensing of her corded muscles only reminds her just how capable she is of making you lose. your. shit. (cocky mf).
- On you, she can definitely appreciate the small of your back and your hands. With the former, I feel like she’d especially appreciate being able to press and adjust the intensity of the arch you perform for her. Whether it’s penetration via strap or her fingers, I can see her gently pleading with you to bend and contort to take more. Not in a demanding way, but in a request that, once you oblige, she pulls and caresses your hips and back gently to match her pace. ultimately, she thanks you with a breathless tone, eternally grateful that you let her do so much for you.
- As for your hands, no matter if they’re delicate and thin-fingered or stocky and strong, she is weak for sucking on them. And, lowkey, she could cum from the other way around as well. Oral fixation queen in both receiving and giving. (Tell me I’m wrong, I dare you.) This is something she resorts to when she’s feeling a little understimulated by whatever is going on, which is easy for her to experience due to her general emotional restlessness. she finds it a bit embarrassing, as it’s quite the contradiction to her *claimed* preference for casual, surface-level intimacy. but the heart wants what it wants! (or, ig, the pwoussy does.)
C = Cum
- generally, Abby feels like not making you cum every time is a cop-out. there could be an exception here with quickies, but even then, she doesn’t love skimping out on that.
- remember how i said she’s super competitive? …yeah. i can picture her making a silent competition with herself to see how many times she can make you cum in a short period of time. sometimes, when you look up from your ecstasy to check-in on her, her face is set in a concentration not unlike one you’d see when she’s wielding a gun. it’s actually almost comical, because you don’t care if she makes you cum 100 times or just a couple, but can you really complain if she wants to be an overachiever?
- “Come on, baby. Just one more, please? I can make it even better than the last one. I promise.”
- Of course she likes to be the one cumming too, but she gets off the most from seeing you climax. If she knows she’s doing a good job and winning your approval, that’s really all she can hope for.
- Sometimes, (especially when she’s giving strap) she catches herself off guard with how easily her body reacts to your pleasure. Her own orgasms often come out of left field, but once it gets started, it’s only an added bonus and challenge for her. Both of you climaxing at the same time? Yeah, she’ll do her damn best to make that happen as often as possible.
D = Dirty Secret
- Likes her hair being pulled. Doesn’t matter which position you’re in.
- the first time you did it, it was with her head between your clenched thighs. she had just come back from a draining, uneventful patrol, and needed somewhere to put her adrenaline.
- as if your pitiful sighs and whimpers didn’t turn her on enough — it was almost annoying, really, how easily you riled her up — as her tongue and fingers worked in-tandem and your back began to arch off the bed, your hands grabbed desperately at anything for an anchor.
- when you wrapped her blonde braid around a shaky hand: once, twice around your palm and then a sharp tug, the groan she let out into your core was enough to practically send both of you over the edge. you offer to return the favor, but she mumbles something about “already being taken care of,” face red.
- you’re observant enough to understand what happened, and it isn’t the last time you pull a stunt like that. she wants to thank the god she doesn’t believe in for it every day.
E = Experience
- Outside of Owen, I don’t actually think Abby has much experience. Which isn’t saying much, because in the latter half of their relationship, she was too preoccupied with revenge to make room for sexual intimacy most of the time.
- I can see her having a fling or two after their break-up as a distraction, but again, her obsessive focus on finding and killing Joel took the driver’s seat in her life for a long time. These flings were, redundantly, short-lived and not very prolific.
- When she did have sex with other people, her heart wasn’t really in it. Anything she did to contribute towards her sexual experience was mostly just going through the motions of what you’re supposed to do in those situations. Not to say that she didn’t still learn a few things, but by the time you come along, she’s a little rusty.
- It should be obvious that this changes pretty quickly. At first, she’s petrified that she’s forgotten how to do it well, especially if you’re a woman. Being with Owen certainly didn’t do much to help that, as he wasn’t very focused on the concept of mutual pleasure. (Like, seriously. What was he thinking going in dry like that? Abhorrent.)
- But despite her rusty, overused moves, you two eventually have the time of your lives figuring out how to make things interesting again. For her especially, but you also appreciate the novelty of taking your time with the little things.
F = Favorite Position
- this one was tough. i originally thought i could see her enjoying a plethora of positions, maybe being partial to switching it up, but if i really think about it, she likes to stick to a couple good ones. And if you didn’t see my other post, let me reiterate: SUB TOP!
- Ultimately, her favorite position tends to be cowgirl. Here’s why. She needs to see your face when she’s giving strap, partially because it’s a huge turn-on, but mainly because it’s a good show of if she’s doing it correctly. When your eyelashes flutter a little too quickly, or your eyebrows scrunch up into a half-grimace, she knows she’s hit the right spot and pace. it’s extremely sexy for her to watch you be insistent and take what you need from her from above. the way your hands clench over her chest and stomach, nails digging into or dragging over the skin, only adds to the experience.
- It’s also her favorite because it’s a good position to utilize her hip strength. Even though she’s generally kind of submissive in sex, she really enjoys surprising you with particularly rough upward thrusts. This is best done when she’s below you, of course. It’s most satisfying to her when she can get a good grip on the thicker part of your thighs and hips, and use the power in her own thighs and abdomen to plunge the strap deeper.
- so, generally, it allows you to take what you need from her, while at the same time letting her use leverage and overall strength to her advantage.
- on days when you’re both exhausted but still horny as fuck, she won’t object to bending you over a surface from behind (so, supported doggy, ig?). this one still allows her to give you what you want while being less physically demanding, as she can rest her weight on a table, bed, or railing.
G = Goofy
- I really want to say that she’d be down for a laugh during sex, but I honestly think she takes it a bit too seriously 😭
- Maybe if you’ve been with her for a while, she’d huff an annoyed laugh to any of your ill-timed jokes, perhaps indulging in a little back and forth banter. But even then, i think she’d try to keep it to a minimum to make sure she’s properly focused on pleasing you. any real silliness would probably come out right before and after sex, as a form of foreplay (she loves to tease you until you’re both unsure whether to be angry or horny), or as a low-maintenance form of aftercare.
- At the end of the day, I think any jokes you try to make in the heat of the moment would mostly be ignored in favor of efficiency, but if it’s just building up or winding down, she’ll allow some of that witty push-and-pull. In fact, she probably loves it as foreplay, because she enjoys being both physically and verbally challenged if it’s coming from the right person in the right context.
H = Hair
- Bush warrior. For fuck’s sake, it’s the apocalypse! If anyone is taking their precious time to shave down their pubes, it sure as hell ain’t Abby. She finds it incredibly stupid to spend time on that, taking the stance that it’s there for a reason.
- On you, she feels the same way. If you shave at all, she’ll definitely give you a bit of sass or judgement about it at first, because again: who the fuck has time for that? But ultimately, it’s your choice, and she won’t bring it up once you make your preference known.
I = Intimacy
- initially, sex isn’t a very intimate affair for Abby. As paradoxical as that sounds. when she has flings and hook-ups, they’re purely transactional. Sometimes no kissing, even.
- but in an established, devoted relationship, it’s different. more intimate, yes, but not in the exact ideal way you’d expect.
- if you’re face-to-face (not super frequent, even if she truly loves you), she’ll make eye contact, but not for long. most of the time, her gray eyes are tracing elsewhere: the tendons in your neck straining, the curl of your wispy baby hairs (if you have them) sticking to your sweaty skin, your lips, probably bitten raw and glistening with both her saliva and yours.
- the eye contact is not in a tender, meaningful way, but rather, a subconscious display of her attentiveness. curiosity, even. what truly happens in your head while she’s overloading your senses, she wonders? in life, she finds herself searching for deeper meaning, and this she finds in you.
J = Jack off
- let’s be honest: she doesn’t really have the time for masturbation in a zombie apocalypse. when she does have alone time, it’s usually spent being productive/useful, even when she’s in the mood.
- and if she DOES find the time for it, when the horny rage is unbearable, it’s secretive, quick, and efficient.
- a duck around an empty corner or hallway, a hand clumsily palming down the front of her pants. on herself, the task of pleasure is much less precise and intentional, and the movements of her fingers are almost aggressive in their hurriedness.
- sometimes she doesn’t even manage to climax before duty calls, and when that happens, she only gets more pent-up and angry. it often results in her forcing herself to push down the feeling in favor of survival.
K = Kink
- some light degradation. mostly you to her, but she won’t refuse the other way around. it comes out awkwardly the first time when she tries it, because she genuinely has a hard time being mean to you in this context.
- “Y-Yeah.” She breathes unsteadily, when you give her the go-ahead. “You like that? You fuckin’ would. Desperate motherfucker.”
- Eventually it flows more naturally, but again, it’s much hotter coming from you. especially if you’re normally a mild-mannered person. knowing that she can push you to such cruelty, even from a place of love, is a huge turn-on.
- “All those muscles, and you still look pathetic fucking me.”
- “Did you cum just from touching me? Aww… embarrassing.”
- these simple phrases make her grunt and groan in a way you’ve never heard from her before, the movement of her fingers or hips stuttering. it absolutely WRECKS her every time.
L = Location
- this is a limited category, considering canon. on the WLF base, she prefers to use your room (specifically your bed or against the kitchenette counters) because she’d rather die than give Manny any sort of indication that she’s getting some.
- post-seattle, if there’s time for it (and Lev is elsewhere obviously), she’s a bit more hopeful and patient about finding a spot you like. the beds you do find in those abandoned neighborhoods are okay, but usually pretty nasty. only for desperate situations, when you give her a certain heated look that practically melts her pants off.
- jacket-cushioned floors of abandoned houses are usually a safe bet. it’s just barely more sterile, but she makes sure it’s no less satisfying and meaningful. and, of course, the boat is most preferable. (war flashbacks, lmao)
- the two of you tried once to do the whole, “sex on the beach” thing one night, but honestly, there was far too much sand and not enough….security of certain orifices… for either of you to completely relax. let’s leave it at that.
M = Motivation
- funnily enough, Abby finds herself the most turned on by you when you’re angry with her. not, like, really angry, but toeing the line of mild to petty annoyance.
- you’ll be arguing with her about something stupid— maybe which route to take on the sailboat — and your voice will raise just slightly. hands will clench over the edges of tables or around the map you’re holding. and Abby’s own anger will dissolve into amusement. she’ll slowly give you a shit-eating grin, which only makes you angrier. she knows that.
- her voice lowers and rests into that tone you know all too well by now, and she’ll lean back in an illusion of casualness. but her eyes are more lidded than usual, and her hands smooth over her lap like she wants you to notice them.
- “You done?” She’ll eventually ask, nose turned-up in an infuriating cockiness. “Thought so. Come ‘ere.”
- it works, obviously. it always does.
N = No
- i can’t believe i have to say this, but absolutely nothing involving bodily functions. no piss, no scat, no blood. her world is already disgusting enough, and she wants to keep herself as clean as she can, in every situation. the more unpleasantness she can keep out of her sex life, the better.
O = Oral
- honestly, i can see her resisting oral at first, both giving and receiving. but once you become comfortable with each other, she tries it, and CANNOT get enough.
- she usually prefers to give > receive in this arena, because it makes her feel a little too vulnerable to get that overwhelming level of pleasure.
- ultimately, Abby is an EATER. she’ll part that bush growth better than a goddamn machete whenever she gets the chance. she loves to use her strength to her advantage, anchoring you in-place as she parts and caresses you with her tongue.
- it starts off gentle enough, often beginning with hot presses of her mouth to your inner thighs, working her way up to your center in no time. after all, patience was never her strong suit. when she gets a good rhythm going; finds that specific spot and pressure that has you squirming and whining under her hands, she sticks to it. even laughs against you when your sounds get especially loud or weepy-sounding. and of fucking course, you think, the vibrations make it 100x better.
- she’s also not opposed to some face-sitting, no matter your size. try to tell her you’re too heavy, that you’ll ‘crush her nose,’ and that only makes her more determined. she’ll scoff and roll her eyes, laying back to pull you over her roughly. oh, she’ll prove you wrong, and after that? well, good luck using your legs tmw!
P = Pace
- like most people, this strongly depends on her mood. given that a lot of her sexual energy stems from anger or emotional intensity, on the regular, i can see her pace being pretty fast/relentless. bruising, even. she tends to forget her own strength, for better or for worse. when you take into consideration her athleticism, this only makes more sense. not to say that she can’t be gentle, though!
- in a more established relationship, or in more sincere, tender moments, she will slow things down a little.
- sometimes, if she’s fucking you for comfort or as a gesture of peace, her pace will become more intentional and measured. when this happens, she’s more silent. because if she isn’t, she’s afraid you’ll find out just how much she fucking loves you. and thats too vulnerable for her liking.
Q = Quickie
- imo, a solid 70% are quickies with her, especially considering the dangerous world you both live in. when she gets in the mood, she wants to make sure both of you are taken care of as quickly as possible.
- this might sound like she’s being neglectful or careless, but honestly, once she has it down, she has it down. doesn’t need much time to get you there.
- of course, though, she loves when you have the time to take things slowly. this is usually when the foreplay + kinks comes out— when she feels safe enough to unwind completely. it’s maybe a bit of a rare occasion, but it makes it all the more sweet for the two of you.
- she often expresses in these moments how badly she wants to take her time with you. murmured softly between thrusts or caresses, her words barely audible against your neck. deep down, you know she’d give you all the time in the world if she could.
R = Risk
- besides the obvious risks that come with living amidst infected, never mind fucking amidst them, i don’t see Abby especially appreciating a generally risky fuck.
- she has enough anxiety in her life, and even though she can be pretty reckless, the experience is often better for the both of you when it’s thought-out. sure, maybe sometimes danger is a turn-on, but only if it’s not too terrifying. brief run-ins with infected or rattlers or seraphites can cause her adrenaline to spike in a confusing way around you, but ultimately, she knows when to pick her moments.
- NOT into voyeurism, which often comes into play with this discussion of risk. sex is private for her. not anyone else’s business.
- ultimately, she prefers to have sex in environments where you both aren’t super likely to die. reasonable, right?
S = Stamina
- it should be pretty obvious that Abby has amazing stamina. i mean, you don’t survive for as long as she has without it. plus, look at her.
- you feel it even in the majority of times the sex is fairly quick: the way her pace hardly lets up, breathing measured like she’s doing an endurance run. even in positions that rely on you being held-up by her in some way, she finds it disturbingly easy. the muscles in her arms might be sore the next day, but in the moment? they stay solid and unmovable as they keep your legs pried apart or your hips propped up in the exact place she needs them.
- in rarer situations where you two can afford to go at it for longer, this often becomes tiring for you. her stamina can become a challenge, and sometimes you have to beg her over the sounds of both of you grunting and panting to take a pause. it’s been so long, but she hasn’t noticed. the aching in your entire pelvis area makes it impossible for you to have the same experience.
T = Toys
- ok. hypothetically, if toys were available, she wouldn’t turn them down. but when it comes down to it, she trusts herself enough to do the job, and doesn’t need all the bells and whistles to show off for you.
- HOWEVER. if the two of you somehow managed to stumble across an abandoned sex shop on patrol, she’d pick up that strap. yeah, maybe she’d laugh at it at first (“Seriously? It’s glittery and…plastic.”) but then the idea of it all would sink in, and… yeah. she’s storing that for later.
- i think, with her initial limited experience, it would make sense for her to see the obvious benefits of a strap. her hidden insecurities about pleasing you would manifest in this desire for a penetrating object.
- not that it doesn’t definitely do the job for both of you sometimes (that pressure and friction on the other side is a son of a bitch), but i think it would probably be a crutch for a while before she learned other ways to please you. regardless, the novelty of a supplemental object enabling her to watch you make those humiliating faces and sounds isn’t lost on her.
- an amazing, almost giddy feeling overtakes her when she uses it on you for the first time. when she watches your mouth drop with a kind of surprised pleasure she hasn’t seen before. her heart skips a beat when you get a good handle on it, moving to straddle her so you can set your own pace and tell her how to please you properly. you writhe on her lap, and she watches, practically dumbfounded, as the strap disappears into you and you dig your nails into the skin of her shoulders. it never stops feeling like a miracle.
U = Unfair
- Abby’s definitely not above some teasing. like i said before, she honestly likes it best coming from you, but if she’s in a specific mood, it’ll get (playfully) frustrating for you very quickly.
- and i know what you’re thinking. edging? orgasm denial? nope! the opposite.
- hear me out. she depends highly on the idea of efficiency and getting your pleasure down to a specific formula. this makes it incredibly easy for her to make you cum multiple times in a row, to the point of overstimulation. (warning: maybe dubcon here?) even when you’re to the point of tears, if the sex was preceded by a petty argument, she’ll turn it up a notch just to spite you. but at the end of the day, it’s definitely not unenjoyable. she knows what she’s doing, and she also knows that you’re letting it happen on your terms.
- “Don’t you like it when I do it so good for you? Please don’t tell me you’re done with me already, baby.”
V = Volume
- in general, Abby’s not super loud. i think this plays into her desire for privacy, with sex being understandably a vulnerable, secretive affair for her.
- on the regular, the most she’ll do is some repetitive grunting and drawn-out exhaling, not unlike the sounds she makes when she lifts weights or runs for longer periods of time. most of her pleasure shows in her face—twisted and furrowed eyebrows, lips parted in near-silence—which is much more difficult for her to hide.
- she’s also not one for dramatics, despite her emotional intensity, and finds it so annoying when partners overdo it because they think it’s sexy or flattering.
- she knows when sounds are genuine or not, and in the same vein, doesn’t attempt to exaggerate herself. it’s pointless. if you aren’t pleasing her, you’ll know. and if you are, well, you’ll know then too, but it might be harder to notice due to her tendency to suppress. if you’re lucky, she’ll get a little louder (think from grunts to mid-level groaning or subdued whining), but even then she likes to keep a leash on it (FIGURATIVELY, GUYS!!)
W = Wild Card
- this is gonna be controversial, but i think she wouldn’t say no to a threesome. IMO, she’s not picky when it comes to gender, so if there’s an opportunity to have it all, why not?
- this would be a thing probably only when she gets some experience going, as i think she’d appreciate it as an opportunity to challenge herself with some multitasking. she’s competitive in all arenas, and if pleasing multiple people gives her the satisfactory bragging rights, all the better. and if you’re thinking Owen is the third, i’m gonna have to stop you right there. FUCK that guy. he’s not invited to that club. bro doesn’t even know what the clit is probably.
- but, if you guys were in a deeply established relationship, she’d be a bit more hesitant out of insecurity. not a definitive no, per se, but she wouldn’t seek it out as eagerly as she would have pre-seriousness/ true commitment.
X = Xtra
- Abby’s gonna physically try to muffle any sounds she makes when you’re together. if she has a hand available, it’s clamped over her own mouth in a continued effort to suppress either what she’s feeling subconsciously, or what other people might be able to hear.
- if she doesn’t have any hands available for that, she’ll try to muffle the sound any other way she can: against your shoulder, the crook of your neck, your chest, or any pillows/bedsheets around. maybe it’s embarrassing, but to her, it’s better than letting it all out.
- in an extension of this embarrassment, she’ll do the same to you, but only if you’re being especially loud. often times she’ll just gently redirect your attention to her, encouraging you to make your sounds against the muscled crook of her arm.
Y = Yearning
- Abby definitely yearns, but she’ll do ANYTHING other than let you see it directly. at least, when it comes to romantic yearning.
- i think with sexual yearning (is that a thing? isn’t that just being horny? anyway—) she will have less of an issue showing it. but i can see her getting a little frustrated with you if you’re being dense with her (either deliberately or not) when she’s trying to communicate that she wants you.
- bottom line, the textbook definition of yearning requires a patience she doesn’t have. so yes, she yearns. but if the typical kind of yearning is a candle burning, hers is a flash fire through dry brush. blink and you’ll miss it.
Z = Zzz
- if you’re someone who falls asleep quickly after sex, she’ll try and sleep too. but honestly, there’s usually too much on her mind for her to fall asleep that quickly, unless it’s a particularly tiring session.
- she’s partial to some ceiling-staring, post-coital reflection, especially in a more casual dynamic. if you’re in something serious with her, and she feels naturally more relaxed, she might feel safe enough to close her eyes. maybe listen to the sound of your breathing, or memorize the lines of your face (only because you’re not awake to tease her about it).
- she’ll eventually fall asleep after a bit of time, especially because you’re probably asleep on her. and if it means not waking you up, she’ll try to ignore her numb arm and doze off herself.
<3 that’s it! as always, drop into my asks for more specific scenarios!
yooo so what about g!p abby with a filthy lingerie kink and massive overstim??
is this thing on? 😀
(i love that you’re a freak babes you’re preforming miracles)
not proofread, g!p abby, slight dom!reader, lingerie obvi, overstim abby!receiving
sorry for being so lazy dont hate me
you laid on the bed, clad in your sheer babydoll and crotchless panties as you waited for abby. she had gone to take a quick shower when you told her you wanted to have sex and had a surprise for her.
when you heard the bathroom door open, you propped yourself up against the headboard all seductive. abby walked out with a towel around her waist, shaking water from her hair with her hand. she looked up to see you and suddenly halted everything. abby could swear her heart skipped a beat, looking at you in lingerie, playing with the ribbon- the only thing keeping that damned thing on you.
you tilted your head, smiling at her as you opened your legs to show the crotchless panties. that same second abby's towel dropped to the ground, her hardened cock nudging it loose. you could see how turned she was, her dick rock hard and twitching, the veins more visible than usual.
abby took steps towards the bed, but didn't climb on. she leaned her hands on the footboard, her cock resting on top of it as well. you knew what she wanted, and you were born to put on a show for her...
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you moaned, rubbing your clit with two fingers as you watched abby rub her cock on the edge of the footboard, her gaze not leaving yours even for a moment. she watched how the sheer fabric covered you, skimpy enough to have her leaking all over yet not vulgar enough to lose the sultryness of it- how it left something so familiar as your body in mystery
"god... baby- can i please come there?" abby panted, keeping her strokes tight and short to the tip of her cock. anything more and she might just cum right now.
"yeah? you wanna fuck me?" you teased, scooching closer to her on the bed "make sweet, sweet love to me?" you chuckled, getting on your knees and leaning forward slowly, licking a looooooong strip along the top of her shaft, not breaking eye contact even to blink. you watched how her brows furrowed and twitched, watching you lick at her cock so agonizingly slow.
"yes" she swallowed "yes- i wanna make love to you" she sighed, shaky and almost whiny, the desperation sticky in her throat.
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"oh my god-! fuck, don't stop!!" you cried out, holding your legs open for abby by your ankles as abby fucked into your spread out pussy, every single inch pushing inside over and over again. your pussy let out a wet squelch each time abby's cock slid back in. she was too lost in you to even make a sound, her eyes rolled back as she churned her cock into you.
abby had only gotten started, yet her legs began shaking after just one minute of thrusting into you. and oh god did she try to hold on, knowing you weren't that close yet, but after your walls squeezed her she couldn't help but cum in big spurts. she pulled out to catch her breath, cum still pumping out in steady, gradually smaller ropes.
you watched her cock twitch with her orgasm, but you were nowhere near yet.
you rolled abby over onto her back, stradding her and lining her still-hard cock with your entrance. you sunk down, beginning to bounce and use her like a toy. abby whimpered and whined, little moans escaping as waves of pleasure mixed with pain from overstimulation kept crashing over her...
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she came two more times before you did for the first time, her orgasm a dull yet euphoric ache in her abdomen and groin by the time you were done with her. and the lingerie in a shameful state by then, of course. god knows if you'd have the guts to show up to the drycleaners with that...
