Ok I think this is a long shot BUTTT Abby x reader who has had a migraine for days now and as a last resort begs Abby to fuck her until she falls asleep or is so out of it she feels no pain
You’ve been in pain for two days straight.
The migraine has settled behind your eyes, pulsing and harsh, and nothing has touched it. Not the meds, not the dark room, not the cold cloth Abby kept swapping out. You’re curled on your side in your shared bed when the last of your pride finally cracks.
“Abby,” you whisper, voice small. “Please. Just- Please fuck me until I pass out. I can’t do this anymore.”
She’s quiet for a second. Then the mattress dips as she moves closer. Her big hand settles on the back of your neck, warm and steady.
“Baby,” she says, voice low and soft. “You’re still in a lot of pain.”
“I know. That’s why. Please Abby. Make it stop. Make me feel something else.”
Abby doesn’t argue again. She just rolls you carefully onto your back, dims the already low lamp even further, and strips you out of your soft shirt and underwear with surprising gentleness. She settles between your thighs once she's stripped herself and secured the strap, slicking it up and pressing the head against you.
“Breathe,” she murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
She sinks in slow. The stretch is grounding, heavy, something solid to focus on instead of the pounding in your skull. You let out a shaky breath as she bottoms out and stills, hips flush against yours, giving you time to adjust.
“That’s it,” Abby says quietly. She starts moving in long, deep, strokes, nothing frantic, just steady and rhythmic. Every thrust rocks you into the mattress. Her forearm braces beside your head so she doesn’t put her weight on you making you feel completely covered and safe.
“Fuck,” you whisper, eyes fluttering. “Don’t stop Abby- Please.”
“I'm not stopping baby, not until you need me to.” Her voice is rough but careful. She keeps the same pace. Deep, slow, almost hypnotic. One hand slides under your thigh and hooks it higher on her hip so she can go even deeper. The other stays gentle on your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone while she fucks you.
The migraine doesn’t vanish, but it starts to blur. The pain is still there, but it’s background now. What’s in front is the thick drag of Abby's cock inside you, the steady slap of her hips, the low sound of her breathing above you.
“You’re doing so good baby,” Abby murmurs. “Just take it. Let me fuck the hurt out of you.”
You moan weakly, hands curling into the sheets. Your body is already tired from days of pain, and the deep, constant stimulation is dragging you under faster than you expected. Every thrust makes your eyes heavier. You’re still wet, still clenching around her, but the desperation has shifted into something softer.
Abby notices but she doesn’t speed up. She just keeps the same deep, grinding rhythm, like she’s trying to rock you to sleep from the inside.
“That’s it,” she says against your temple. “Let go. I’ve got you. Just feel me and let yourself fall asleep baby.”
Your moans get quieter, broken into little soft whimpers and gasps. Your thighs start to tremble around her hips. The orgasm that builds is slow and heavy, a full body wave that takes over. When it hits you barely make a sound, just a long, shaky exhale as you pulse weakly around the strap.
Abby fucks you through it without changing pace, still deep, still steady, until your body goes completely soft under her. Your eyes are half-lidded, the migraine is still a dull pressure, but it’s distant now, drowned out by exhaustion and the thick, grounding presence of Abby inside of you.
She leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Sleep,” she whispers. “I’ve got you.”
She keeps moving. Slow, deep, almost gentle now, until your breathing finally evens out and you slip under, still full of her, the last thing you feel the steady rhythm of Abby fucking you to sleep.
