You can call me Celeste (My Ao3)
She/her | Lesbian | Men and under 18's please do not interact
My dm’s are open <3 don’t be weird, and please have your age in ur bio, I will block you if you’re a minor
{also don't be shy to send asks, i love them!!}
My Dividers | @somebitchprobably-graphicdump
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 masterlists below 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
🖤Suffer Does the Wolf, Crawling to Thee🖤
Abby x OC/ Reader | long fic | cannon compliant | ongoing
🤎Hold Me, Smell of Mildew🤎
Abby x OC/ Reader | modern AU | yearning and angst | ongoing
🩸Sweet, Mourning Lamb🩸
Cult Leader Abby x Reader | dead dove, do not eat | complete
🕸️I Still Dream Of Violence🕸️
Abby x oc/ reader | slow burn | yearning | themes of death, grief, suicide, family trauma | Bly Manor AU | ongoing
🪐 Will it Be Like This Forever? 🪐
Ellie x oc/ reader | Jackson setting | Pre tlou2 cannon | Angst | Yearning | Doomed Yuri| ongoing
Just imagine, she started rubbing her legs together, scrolling on her phone until she found herself clicking on her gallery and looking for that video of you two where she's fucking you so hard and so good. She's slow, brushing her clothed clit as she watches and listens to the obscene of it all. She plays with herself, teases her clit while her thumb on her screen looks for another video, a nude you've sent, a video of one of those days where you're in her position, far from her and needing her so bad you masturbate and send her evidence for her to enjoy later. She would call you if the shame wasn't eating her brain so bad if you weren't busy too. All she does is rub small circles on her clit until a wet patch starts to grow on her clothes. Only there she allows herself to enjoy, taking off her clothes and tossing them somewhere on the floor. She opens her legs wide enough. Her phone on her stomach was already recording. She plays with her nipples, imagining they're yours instead. Her middle finger starts pumping on her drenching hole. In a matter of seconds, she's so wet she can't keep with the slow pace and she just fucks herself like you would. She's whining if not crying; wishing and praying you're free soon so she can crawl to you and beg you to fuck her properly.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ only mdni, smut obvi, these are all with an x waitress reader once again, more dom leaning abby, oral sex, fingering, strap on sex, dacryphilia if you squint, overstimulation, daddy kink, public sex, biting, hair pulling, condescending abby and uhh strength kink?
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: by popular demand, here are the not so safe for work line cook abby headcanons. if I missed any warnings please let me know and I’ll fix that asap. but I hope you enjoy, these were so much fun to write <3
line cook!abby loves to crowd your space, especially after the two of you start dating. it’s never anything over the top, especially if you both are on the clock. but she just loves watching you have to go out on the floor after, breathless and flustered all because of her.
line cook!abby who throws around pet names like it’s no big deal.
“baby, table seven’s refire is up.”
“behind ya, sweet thing.”
“here’s those fries, pretty girl.”
and the first time someone else hears her calling you one of the many pet names she seems to keep tucked away in her back pocket—it’s like a nuclear bomb goes off in the kitchen and everyone is shell shocked.
because when did abby anderson ever call someone sweet thing?
line cook!abby absolutely uses her strength to her advantage, especially when she realizes just how flustered it makes you. at work she’s always offering to carry heavy things for you, moving you out of the way.
but when the two of you are alone?
she’s lifting you up onto counter tops to kiss you breathless, easily manhandling you into whatever position she wants (especially if you’re being a brat), doing all the work for you when your legs are weak and shaky from one too many orgasms. she likes being strong for you.
line cook!abby thinks it so sexy when you use her biceps as your own personal chew toy. she loves seeing the indents your teeth leave behind afterwards.
line cook!abby lovessssss overstimulating you. to the point where there’s tears in your eyes and your legs are trembling violently around her head. and when you think she’s finally satisfied, she’ll just crawl back up your body, pressing soft kisses everywhere she can reach mumbling something to the effect of, “sorry baby, you’re just so fucking pretty like this…couldn’t help myself.”
but a few heated kisses later and she’s begging you to cum just one more time on her fingers.
line cook!abby wore her harness under her work clothes once during a shift when she knew she’d be taking you home after. safe to say the two of you didn’t actually make it out of the parking lot before you were eagerly tugging down her sweats and gagging on her silicone cock.
line cook!abby’s stamina and strength are totally unmatched to any partner you’ve ever been with before. she could be running off 4 hours of sleep after just working a double and she’ll still be able to go for hours.
“aren’t you tired?” you’d ask, laughing breathlessly as she starts kissing on your neck the moment you cross the threshold into her apartment.
“nah,” she’ll murmur, teeth nipping at every bare inch of skin she can find which pulls a low whine from your throat. “been thinking about touching you all day.”
line cook!abby always holds your hand when she’s eating you out.
line cook!abby likes to act like she’s in charge all the time but the second you start kissing on her neck and telling her how good she is to you? she’s a fucking goner. immediately she’s all too willing and pliable beneath your soft hands and plush lips. and you’ll work her over and over with your tongue until she nearly crushes you with her strong thighs. but rest assured—you’re exactly where you want to be.
line cook!abby uses the dry storage room to sneak you away for a quick make out sessions during long shifts. strictly because the last time the two of you made out in the walk-in, she was barely able to function the rest of the night after seeing how your nipples hardened and strained against the thin cotton of your shirt like they were practically begging her to wrap her lips around them.
line cook!abby is loud as fuck in the bedroom. she cannot be quiet to save her life, and the first time she sleeps over at your place is also the very first time you’ve ever received a noise complaint from your building manager. but she wears it like a badge of honor.
line cook!abby absolutely loves it when you call her daddy.
line cook!abby is an ass girl through and through. she loves touching your ass on any and every occasion she can. again she’s not big on public displays of affection, but she’ll absolutely slip her hand in the back pocket of your jeans when the two of you are out together. and she’s absolutely checking out your ass from behind the expo line every single time you walk by. she’s constantly burning her hands on shit because of it too, which manny roasts her for on the daily.
line cook!abby can be so condescending when she’s talking dirty, and it only gets worse once she’s aware how much you like it.
“aww, you wanna eat me out, sweetheart? need to hear you beg for it.“
“god, look at how wet you are, sugar. ruining my fucking jeans.”
“all that kissing got you this worked up? you need me that bad, baby?”
line cook!abby likes the excitement that toys bring to the bedroom but she much rather prefers using her fingers and her tongue to make you feel good. it’s a far more intimate experience for her to be able to feel that she’s making you cum. and most times she’s far too impatient to get her hands on you.
line cook!abby has a whole private album on her phone full of pictures and videos of the you two having sex, and all of the tasteful nudes you constantly love to send her on your days off. one of her favorites is one she took of your sucking your own cum off her fingers. she’d make it her screen saver if she could.
line cook!abby has definitely fucked you in the parking lot after a closing shift because her jealousy finally got the better of her. but she can only stand to watch so many sleazeballs flirting with her girl right in front of her before she finally snaps. and she’s instantly pulling you onto her lap in the bed of her truck, lips bruising and wet against your neck as her fingers eagerly reach to unzip your jeans.
“you’re mine. fuck, need to hear you say it, baby.”
line cook!abby prefers having you on all fours when she’s strapping you down because she just loves watching how your ass ripples with every thrust of her hips. but when it’s her turn? she wants you underneath her so she can look you in the eyes as she rides the ever living hell out of you, which you obviously don’t mind in the slightest because she looks so fucking good doing it.
line cook!abby loves having her hair pulled, especially when you’re the one fucking her. she’s always guiding one of your hands up into her messy braid as she moans desperately into your mouth.
line cook!abby who was completely unaware when one of the new girls tries to flirt with her, as she isn’t even a blimp on her radar. but abby’s quick to discover that your jealousy is much worse than hers because you’re louder about it. you leave marks—huge splotches of red and purple left to bloom along her jaw and down the column her throat. amongst many other areas that are only visible beneath her clothes, ie. her inner thighs and breasts.
she’s not even the slightest bit embarrassed by it though, and in fact she sometimes encourages it just to feel your lips, tongue and teeth marking up her skin afterwards.
No one sent me asks while I was in the sky do you all hate me?
Also apparently the apartment we rented has 2 bedrooms and there is some guy in the other bedroom so that’s cool 😀Didn’t know we’d be sharing the place with some random but whatever, there is a bed and a shower so idc