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massacredkitty · 1 day

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hi honey!!!!! kay so ... how about ... mechanic abby with a mechanically clueless reader n she comes in like once a month and abby is like always giving her a huge discount n stuff idk?? do what you will with that??? lmao

also is 🐚 taken? i want that pls xx

female reader x mechanic abby anderson hcs second part is nsfw

you stare at her hands, dirty and calloused as they do god knows what under the hood of your car. her thumb and index play around with buttons and screws, and you can't help but notice how she seems to use her middle and ring fingers regularly. maybe its muscle memory. you hope so

you've become a regular now, somehow always having car trouble since your first visit. and of course, abby is always there to help you out, standing out from her fellow mechanics that gawk and whistle when you walk in.

she is such a gentlewoman, always treating you with respect and even cursing herself out when she catches herself staring at you for too long.

you're not much better; completely focused on how her body moves. specifically when she's checking your brakes underneath your car, the bottom half of her body sticking out.

you watch as her shirt rises, revealing her toned abdomen... the way her hips push up to adjust herself— it fogs your brain up too much that when she slides out to question you, you have to take a few seconds to compose yourself.

the sweet nicknames she gives you, rather nonchalantly. you settle on the thought that she calls every girl that, all her clients. what's so special about you? but what you don't know, is that abby pays very little attention to every other client that comes in. you're very special.

and she never lets you pay full price, not even the first time you came in. you don't know how to explain that one— maybe she's just nice?

mechanic!abby who lets you stick around after her shift, when the store is empty and quiet. letting you follow her around, asking about your day and life overall

nsfw ..

helps you clamour onto the hood of your newly fixed car, the combined body weight denting and marking the car. it makes abby cringe internally, hearing cracks and squeaks that she knows a car shouldn't make.

leaves you with marks she hopes you don't cover up, prays you purposefully display them on your skin the next time you come in. and surely enough, you do!

straps you in the backseat of your car, knees pressed against your chest and the windows fogged up. you can do nothing but take it, reaching up to claw at her muscular arms and cry about how good it feels

mechanic!abby who locks the store down a lot earlier now.

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abbyshands · 1 day

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this song makes me think about you, desperately high and needy, grinding against the bulge in abby’s pants, while she sits there, hand on your waist, the other holding the blunt perched between her sweet, plump lips, puffing out smoke and nearly choking on it as your hand pinches her nipple, rolling it between your fingers; her prying your hand away as she lets out a small groan, giving you a slap on the ass as she mutters, “focus, baby,” knowing how desperate you are to get yourself off, and you are, brain foggy as you manage to make yourself cum from your grinding alone, a guttural moan escaping your lips as abby holds your ass as you cum, praises of “good girl” and “you did so well” slipping past her inebriated lips

#literally WHAT is this #idk but yeah #🤍#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x reader smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson fanfiction #abby tlou #tlou abby #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson the last of us 2 #the last of us smut #wlw ns/fw #wlw smut #abby anderson x female reader

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joliettes · 1 day

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Watch me ride it real fast like a foreign car

vroom vroom bitch

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starrywilliams · 2 days

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guilty as sin? | abby anderson

“these fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath, taking all of me, we’ve already done it in my head”

warnings: masturbation, slight masochism, ruined orgasm, angst, perv!abby (a little), internalized homophobia (discussed in more detail below)

notes: no surprise my favourite ttpd song is the gayest one on the album, but guilty as sin? screams lesbian guilt i fear!!!! i’ve been writing this for over a month so i hope u guys like it 😭

cw: discussion of lesbian guilt & comphet - these are somewhat based on my own experiences with my sexuality and i absolutely!!! do not think a man can ‘cure’ a lesbian or anything similar to that. nor do i believe anyone should ever feel guilty for being gay. realising i’m a lesbian has been extremely freeing & dykes r the best x

wc: 1.8k

likes, comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

the door slammed harshly behind abby as she stormed into her room. she pulled her jacket off desperately; her skin hot under its tight vice. she’d been in the gym, trying to work out her endless frustration of late, when you’d walked in.

you’d only said “hi" and smiled politely at her before setting your things down. but she felt her stomach churn, a black hole opening inside her. abby stood up, pulling the weights off the barbell and onto their rack. she grunted softly, glancing at you from the corner of her eye.

you’d started stretching, currently bent over as you touched your toes. her eyes drifted for an infinitesimal moment, locking onto the swell of your-. she looked away - wrongwrongwrong.

but then she looked back, her stare feasting on your body. she wondered whether you were doing this on purpose, trying to tempt her from across the room. she wondered if you knew her dirty little secret, abby picturing a smirk on your face as you mocked her for such indecent thoughts.

she didn’t want to feel this way. she didn’t want to feel the poison ivy swarming around her chest, getting tighter, tighter. the rash spread inside her; this invisible whip of lust lashing against her skin whenever your face appeared in her mind. well, had it been just your face maybe she wouldn’t feel like some depraved sinner.

now it wasn’t like abby believed in god, in a world where death and destruction infect every crevice you’d have to be mad to believe that any ‘god’ wanted its followers to suffer so greatly. but something inside her screamed every time she had these thoughts. these impure, twisted thoughts about you.

she didn’t know what made her feel like this. what made her resent you for simply existing; and what made her resent herself.

she recalled her teenage years, when manny had subtly suggested that owen liked her - so she was supposed to like him back, right? and she tried! she loved him even - but there was always that something, that feeling in her gut that told her that something was wrong, something about him that just would never sit right with her.

but all the other girls wanted a boyfriend too, and the jealousy was nice at first - she’d thought. after all, mel was the star student, a doctor in the making, her dad’s favourite; and nora was this freshly trained medical officer, and abby was- abby was just abby.

her dad began noticing her more too - previously too preoccupied with his firefly duties and his favourite student. now his little girl was slipping away from him, he finally began paying her the amount of attention she’d craved for so long.

before, their conversations had often drifted into talk of mel and her new achievements, or his hopes of a vaccine, or some animal he was tracking. never anything about his daughter’s life.

having a boyfriend made her interesting, it gave the other girls something to envy. which was a nice reversal, for a while. then her dad died, and she had become this object of pity. owen helped a bit, she supposed. he tried to distract her and keep her focused on their new role as soldiers, but she barely cared about him anymore. all she wanted was revenge, and with revenge, came you.

you were one of the gyms trainers, passionate about helping the members of the wlf stay fit and healthy! you’d helped her start lifting weights, squealed as she reached every milestone, and had remarked jokingly about just how much you loved her new physique.

it was innocent at first, the most being her brain going a little fuzzy when you’d bit your lip while spotting her; a slight blush when you’d hugged her a little too tight. then, once she and owen were finally broken up, these new pictures began hanging themselves on the walls of her mind. still, innocent, just slightly tainted with desire - the true nature of them still an avoidable matter for her back then.

when she could ignore the truth in her recent behaviour, abby loved spending time with you. after all, you were just really good friends! anyway, she’d had a boyfriend before so everyone knew she was normal, and absolutely not different, and she would never ever have to feel like an outsider.

yet it took a mere three months before she gave up on this foolish lie. she liked you, and as long as nobody ever found out, it wouldn’t matter.

but as her mind grew dark and twisted - joel a constant topic in her head as she obsessed over finally getting to enact revenge - her thoughts got worse in turn. she wanted you - filthily and desperately.

every gym session ended with another cold shower, a desperate plea for her body to stop and let her focus on the task at hand; a hopeless attempt to bury this ache into the ground; an endless endeavour to escape these urges for just one second.

but then she came back changed, every hair on her body endlessly erected with guilt. the way she’d killed him so mercilessly, the way it had done nothing to ease the pain, and the way you had tormented her mind ceaselessly throughout the entire trip.

maybe, had she never met you, she could’ve just killed him and been satisfied. maybe had you never offered to train her personally, she could’ve just stayed comfortable in that stuffy closet. maybe if she found the right man she’d stop feeling this way.

abby deemed such ideas unfathomable now.

owen made her feel nothing. being with him was like an eternal thursday, an endless wait for the week’s end and its pleasure to turn up at her door. every day she’d wait for some spark to arrive, the routine only becoming more and more tedious by the minute. but he helped her get people’s attention, which was enough when she was just abby.

but then she was abby anderson, top scar killer and isaac’s favourite. she got attention on her own, she was praised for her own accomplishments: people worshipped the fucking ground she walked on. but they didn’t know who she really was.

they didn’t know she liked girls the way she was supposed to like boys. she’d seen it in enough of those wlf movie nights - cruel jokes about anyone who even thought about being different. she’d heard the way people gossiped, “did you hear that they’re moving lesbians into the family unit? what a joke.”

they said it like it was something dirty, something egregious, something that she had to hate about herself. so she did.

but as long as she kept it secret, kept it locked away in her mind, maybe she’d be okay. after all, only your actions talk: it was the age old question really, if a tree falls in a forest and no one else hears it, does it make a sound?

abby fell back against her bed sheets, calloused hands pushing her cargos down to her ankles as she replayed the sight of you in her mind. bent over - she felt like you were trying to tempt her on purpose.

she felt like a heathen; staring, fantasizing, worshipping. her mind was bursting with the idea of every possible position she could put you in; head a chorus of every little noise she wanted to hear you make; eyes screwed shut as depravity filled her every sense.

she shoved her bralette up her chest roughly, fingertips dragging over her nipples with little mercy. she pinched them, the peach skin stinging underneath her touch.

she wanted it to hurt; wanted it to feel like some sort of punishment for her thoughts. but as her hips bucked into the air, a long whine dragging from her clenched jaw, she realised it needed to hurt more.

she imagined you, finding her like this. disgust burnt into your features - what the fuck was she doing? repeating your name like some subverted prayer, fingers harshly scratching along her stomach as she tried to make the pleasure feel more like pain, trying to induce some connection between the two.

if it hurt enough, would she stop? force herself to forget? could she torture this part of herself until it surrendered?

her hand slipped over the top of her boxers, a finger running tentatively over her clit through the now darkened fabric. she bit down on her lip, groaning against it as she pushed down harder and harder, attempting to break through the skin.

another finger pressed down, beginning to draw circles down on the throbbing bud. she jolted against her own touch, your head between her legs burning into her mind. your hands, trailing along her flesh - groping at her with little tenderness; tongue, swiping at her pussy with no intent of fulfillment: she wanted you to make her weep, smoke out her lungs with shame, deny her from gratification until all she could feel was regret.

she pulled away, only to cover her fingertips with her spit - diving under her boxers to continue with her corruption. abby let out a strangled sigh, hips grinding against her fingers as they toyed with her clit.

she moved a hand to her hair, knuckles stretching against her scalp as she began to pull her braid. she grunted, yanking even harder. she whispered your name: pained, hopeless.

she sped up her assault against her pussy, feeling that pit in the bottom of her stomach begin to grow. “pleasepleaseplease” her voice cracked as she begged, unsure what she was pleading for.

she wanted to stop, but she needed to try and make this feeling go away. she knew it would come back, it always did - but even five minutes free from your torment on her mind might save her.

her fingers kept going, drawing desperate circles against her weeping pussy relentlessly. the void was growing, almost consuming her entirely at this point. she thought of you laughing at her current state: a crying mess, pussy wet with perversion.

it was sick, really - how the idea of you hating her for this made her need even worse. you’d probably think it appalling: someone who was supposed to be your friend, now sat here burning at the thought of you.

a part of her wished that you shared this sickness. that you too let yourself be overwhelmed by the thought of sin. maybe you didn’t let the guilt swallow you whole - she hoped so.

but there was no point lingering in the what-ifs, they were far too fleeting.

her deft fingers quickened their pace, the ache all consuming. the climb began - a desperate jump towards oblivion. closer, closer. the flames scorched her bedsheets as her breathing hastened.

fuck, she hissed before reaching the apex with a scream of your name. a scream? a whisper? a thought? it didn’t make her actions any less deplorable.

her conscience grabbed pleasure by the throat as she ripped her fingers away, putting out the blaze on her hips like a cigarette crushed on the ground.

the desire imploded within the walls of her torso; scratching against her insides in the vengeance of her denial.

it was wrong; she had to stop it. yet still, the guilt poured into her lungs with no chance of resolve. she was a fool for thinking it would fix her. maybe next time it would work. maybe next time the exorcism would finally purify her.

until next time.

#abby anderson #tlou #the last of us #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us 2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #abby anderson angst #abby anderson is a lesbian #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson fics #abby anderson fic

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evelynsgarden · 3 days

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You should write some hcs or something about living alone with Abby, sorta cannon but not if you get what I mean? On a farm or in a home :3

Living With Abby Hcs

Cw: smut under the warning fluff otherwise 🩷 :p(ignore spelling errors if any (request open)

‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ‿ ‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧

🩷 Mornings with Abby are always special. She loves waking up early to make you breakfast, bringing you coffee in bed, and sharing quiet moments together before the day starts. She enjoys the simplicity of starting the day with you by her side. However, she always forgets to wash the dishes after breakfast and will in fact leave them in the sink all day💀 she’s super sorry about it but forgets every time 😭

🩷 Abby loves surprising you with impromptu date nights. Whether it’s a homemade candlelit dinner or a spontaneous drive to a scenic spot (with a super cute picnic ahhhhh) she’d definitely wanna keep you entertained and happy :( and can you imagine her coming back from patrol and instantly wanting to take you to some nice patch of grass she found not far out because she’s missed you and wants to have as many nice moments as possible

🩷 Abby coming back from a patrol with trinkets and gifts because she missed you and couldn’t stop thinking about you. She’d come back with jewelry, glasses, charms, stuffed animal, music, etc just to see you smile

🩷 Living together means celebrating holidays ^_^ Whether it’s decorating the house, cooking special meals, or exchanging heartfelt gifts, she’s so ready to go all out. Imagine decorating a ginger bread house with her and she makes a little you and her out of ginger bread😭 she’d be so excited to show you too(shit would be funny af if ur shorter than her lmfao- a lil ginger bread dude next to a really fucking tall one 💀)

🩷Abby fixing anything and everything that’s broken in the house or not up to par with what she thinks you deserve. The oven isn’t working properly? dw she’ll figure it out- oh the door handle broke again she’s right on it- she’d fuck it up and make it worse and then proceed to actually read a manual(she totally knows what she’s doing😐) THEN fix it but she loves you so it’s fine

Warning nsfw

‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ‿ ‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧

🧁 GAH sleepy morning sex with her would be sooo sweet❤️ she’d mumble out little “come on baby”s and hushes while she pushes her fingers into you slowly, listening to you beg for more half asleep. Her hands would be ALLLLL over your thighs afterwards squishing them softly, kissing up and down your neck before falling back asleep :(

🧁Abby has a bad (good-)habit of turning ordinary moments into something much more heated than they need to be😭. While you're cooking together, she can't resist coming up behind you, pressing her body against yours. Her hands slide under your shirt, caressing your stomach and breasts, her lips finding your ear as she whispers little moans into your ears. Before you know it, she has you bent over the kitchen counter, pounding into like shes scared she’ll never get to fuck you again. Girl is DESPERATE to make you happy(cum)

🧁After a particularly stressful patrol, when Abby needs to release all that pent-up tension she’ll take you against the nearest wall, counter, door, shit she’d settle for the floor- her hands gripping your hips tightly as she moves against you. Begging for you to scream her name louder because there’s not a single person for miles and even if there hypothetically were she’d want them to know how good and how deep she’s fucking you anyway.

🧁speaking of stressful patrols and my prior post(god her with a oral fixation) being in the bath with her to calm down after a long day and she sucks on your tits and plays with them with a thigh between your legs. When she gets bored of that she’ll drain the bath water and eat you out, sucking softly while forcing you open despite the overstim and multiple orgasms.

🧁cleaning you up after because you’re painfully exhausted (in a good way) she makes it her priority to have you comfy and close to her before you pass tf out because she still has you fucked up and unable to walk hours later 😭

‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ‿ ‿︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ︵‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧

OH THIS IS SO CUTE(the first part not the part where my ovulation is speaking for me-)

(I really appreciate requests- writing is helping with my anxiety rn- short and sweet as always ;D)

#‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ Evelynsinbox୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x rea #ellie williams

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caraphernellie · 11 hours

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some photo modes!! pls don’t repost without credit and also there’s more on my pinterest, you can find my board here !! :)

sorry guys ellie got covered in blood… i was on my period she said she doesn’t mind ᡣ𐭩

#photomodes by petal #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #tlou2 #tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2

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m1northreat · 8 hours

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This is gonna make a lot of people mad but I couldn’t give a fuck less. Lesbian smut on here (if I can even call it that anymore) is starting to feel a little too heteronormative. No pussy, just straps all the time that they call “their cock”???? And also when they call them daddy?? What happened to mommy and vaginas? What happened to the fucking woman I thought I was reading about. Am I reading lesbian or straight smut right now. I’m starting to forget what a vagina even is. Can we scissor or something for at least a fucking second

#lesbian #lgbtq #abby anderson #ellie williams #abby x reader #ellie x reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou #the last of us #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson tlou #ellie williams tlou

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abbyscherry · 8 hours

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❀ — HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE.

🇵🇸 daily click | palestine masterpost | important tlou post

being with abby, finally, after a long day of her being gone for patrol. her body moves on autopilot when she steps through the door, bag dropped somewhere to be found tomorrow, shoes kicked off by the shoe rack she barely remembers to use, but tiredly halts in her steps and retreats just to put them on the wooden rack before getting too deep into the apartment because she knew how hard you worked to make one for you both. the small kitchen is completely silent, almost scary to her in a way because you are usually always in there, cooking something she likes, or listening to the soft random music, but you weren’t, and she doesn’t stop, not like she normally does. she isn’t hungry, nor does she want to stand there and make food.

she’s tired, she can hear the faint chirping sounds of wildlife outside the window but her feet carry her to the bedroom. the same bedroom she has promised she would help you decorate, or try to make it look homey in some way, but instead of finding you hanging up something you had made from a supply run she did last week, she finds you comfortably lying on the bed, a torn up old book in your hands and a small pout on your face.

neither of you have to say anything when she finds herself standing beside the bed— watching the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheekbones, or the way your finger fumbles with the corner of the page, when she leans down and presses her lips against your cheek. her way of telling you that she’s home. silent reminder that she isn’t going anywhere.

she leaves with a small ‘i love you’

abby was thankful there was still hot water. she hoped there was still enough for your shower tomorrow because you were used to taking them once you’ve woken up or after you’ve eaten something. her dirty clothes felt heavier, more restricted on her body the longer she watched the water pour out of the shower. if you were in here, abby knows you would scold her for wasting water. maybe that’s why the thought alone had her rushing and pulling off her clothes and shoving herself under the hot water just so you didn’t have something to be stressed out.

once scrubbing the smell of dirt, and everything else that made her feel gross, off her body, and replaced with pinewood body wash and hair finally feeling more like hair and not straw, abby grumbled her way out of the shower, droplets of water from her hair dripping down her back as she picked up some clean clothes from the cabinet, clothes that she gathered you had already left out hours prior because you knew she would feel gross and uncomfortable.

you’re still on the bed, same position and face buried in your book when she finally reappears from the bathroom, dressed in something a little warmer and more comfortable for her, no longer feeling dirty. her body slumps on the side that you had already pulled back the covers, your way of showing her you were patiently waiting for her to come to bed. she watches you read for a few minutes. she found peace in it, enjoyed watching you absorb yourself in a world that was much better than the one you both currently lived in. but she wouldn’t change the life she has with you for anything else. nor would you.

abby was too focused on watching the side of your face to notice you had already folded the corner of the page for a makeshift bookmark, closed it, and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. “how was patrol?” you finally asked, stroking her cheek slowly.

“patrol was patrol. same old” she mumbled, leaning into your touch. your fingers were on her shoulder seconds later, brushing your nose against hers and she couldn’t help but smile tiredly when you tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “missed you though”

“i missed you more” you admitted in a whisper, pressing a soft feathered kiss to her lips. “always miss you” you nodded, leaning down and pressing your lips to her shoulder, stroking her neck with your thumb slowly. the silence filling the room comfortably had you both at peace.

abby doesn’t remember much from patrol after that, she remembers the way your fingers threaded through her damp blonde hair slowly, nails bluntly scratching at her scalp, a way that you know soothes her and relaxes her against your body. but she doesn’t remember what exactly happened once your lips left her shoulder or how you both got here. all her brain can think about now is how your fingers feel in her hair, tugging and pulling in whatever direction you wanted— needed her.

the feeling of your legs clamping around her ears, hips bucking off the bed with each flick of her tongue against your clit had her in heaven. the taste of you on her lips and tongue had her eyes rolling back in her head, gripping your hips tighter. the sounds you made that echoed through the bedroom made her wish she had a recorder just so she could listen to them over and over. even the feeling of your foot pressing down on her lower back had her on cloud nine. you were everywhere, and yet, not close enough at the same time. she needed more.

you were tired, abby was tired, but she didn’t want to leave the space between your legs. if she had her way, she would spend the rest of her life here. her ears were ringing loudly with the small pleas and begs that slipped through your parted lips. you felt yourself slipping more and more into the sheet below you when she tightened her grip on you, baby blue eyes flickering up to meet yours, the soft moans she let out amongst your own, had your skin burning, and fingers seeping more into her hair, gripping for dear life. her hushed begging of ‘not yet. please— wanna make you feel good, just one more. i swear just one more, baby’ against your cunt had you crying out, grinding up against her mouth.

“one more please, and we can sleep, okay? i promise, baby”

you could never say no to her, so when you nodded, lips parting again with another whimper, she grinned into your cunt tiredly. whispered out a string of thank yous and hums, loosened her tight grip just enough, and smiled when she felt your body relax even more.

“love you, abs”

“love you, baby”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson fic #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby x you #abby tlou #abby tlou2 #abby x reader

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aouiaa · 1 day

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Imagining how Abby shuffles cards so nonchalantly, how she doesn’t even bother looking down, and instead stares at you with a knowing smirk. Knowing, of what it does to you. Even shows off a bit too, doing intriguing card tricks while talking to you and it works. You can barely make eye contact with her wayyyy too interested in what’s happening in front of you.

#🗯️ thoughts & feelings #gambler!abby?#been having such a abby hyperfixation lately #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x f!reader #abby anderson x yn #abby anderson x you #abby anderson imagine #the last of us x reader #lesbian #wlw

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k3n-dyll · 2 days

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All this Ellabs discourse is proving to me is that a lot of y'all dont actually like enemies to lovers.

#lesbian #wlw #tlou2 #abby anderson #☆kennie's rambles #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #ellie the last of us #ellabs #ellie williams tlou2

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bunniehrtz · 7 hours

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sub abby sharing a vibrator with r 🫣

sub!abby 4ever 🐺

“mmf- fuck!” abby squeals, muffled into the crook where your neck meets your shoulder. you wince and hiss at the feeling of your skin between her teeth, smirking after. your legs trap abby below you, her knees almost hitting her chin. your wand vibrator placed on her poor, throbbing clit, yours placed neatly on top. you hold onto the handle, your other hand holding the side of abby’s pretty face.

“come on, baby. show me your face, look at me,” you encourage her, pushing her head down ever so slightly, looking down into her glazed over eyes, tears threatening to spill.

you watch as her toned stomach flexes with every whine and whimper that leaves her pouty lips. abby blinks up at you, her eyes heavy and empty, her cheeks begin to flush pink, her nose scrunches and you know she’s close.

“please, please, please,” you hear abby breathily whisper. the sound forces your bottom lip between your teeth and you lean in to whisper into her ear.

“you wanna cum, baby? yeah? you wanna cum on my pussy?” you ask, kissing her cheek gently as you turn the toy off, replacing it with your own cunt before she can even register it.

abby nods feverishly, smashing her lips into yours as you both swallow each other’s moans. her back arches, her tits squishing up against yours as you feel her cum against you, your own mixing with hers as it spills onto her thighs, pooling underneath her.

“good girl. such a good girl, baby,” you place a kiss on her flushed, warm cheek.

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four leaf clover

an abby anderson x reader

summary: abby worships your pussy. nuff said.

warnings: brief party mention, mention of alcohol consumption, smut (pussy eating, tribbing, face sitting, fingering, dirty talk, etc.)

note: this is porn with little to no plot. you are responsible for the content you consume. if you don’t like it, go away. shoo! mdni 18+.

You don’t know how she convinced you to come with her to this party, but she did. Unfortunately.

Two red solo cups full of dubious blue liquid, a couple hours of shitty mix-tapes, and a whole lot of awkward conversations had left you overstimulated and annoyed.

Abby had ran off to God only knows where, and you were left alone in the corner, scrolling through your phone in search of relief from the stale beer scented atmosphere.

“There you are!” Abby greeted you with a grin, jogging up to meet you at the corner of the couch. You looked up at her through your eyelashes, annoyance evident on your face.

“Can we please go soon?” You asked, looking up at her from behind the case of your phone.

Her eyebrows knitted together, and she tilted her head. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I just don’t want to be here anymore.” You explained honestly.

Abby gently patted your cheek, extending her hand for you. “Alright. Fuck ‘em. Let’s get out of here.”

You happily comply, knowing exactly what her tone means.

She has you on your back, legs in the air and spread. Just for her. Always just for her.

Her palms, calloused from her previous workout session, are holding the back of your thighs, her blunt nails digging into the skin behind your knees as she inhales your scent, allowing the wetness of your arousal to drip down her tongue.

You’re a moaning mess, fistfuls of her hair tight around your fingers as you buck your hips, pleasure tight in your belly.

You hear Abby let out a soft giggle into your pussy, her nose bumping the mound of your cunt as she sucks on your clit, light and slow- the way she knows drives you crazy.

“Fucking hell, Abs. Please.” You’re practically begging, and you’d feel pathetic if you weren’t so horny for her.

“What do you need?” She asked tauntingly, her eyes dark with mischief. “You’re not being clear.”

You could punch her.

“You fucking know what!”

She tsks at you, looking up into your eyes as she sticks her tongue out, pressing it hard into your little bundle of nerves. You watch her, the way her tongue dips into the folds of your pretty pussy, the way your wetness sticks to her tongue like honey. You can’t help but moan at the site.

“I know what you want, baby. I know just what you want.” She pulls away from your pussy and you groan in annoyance, watching as she hovers above you.

Her own pussy, clothes behind a pretty white pair of underwear, pushes flush against yours, and as she leans down to kiss you, you can feel her throbbing clit against your own.

“You want me to make you cum, don’t you?” She whispers in to your mouth, holding the sides of your head as she pulls away. “You want me to rub your little pussy with mine until you’re a sticky mess for me. Don’t you?”

Biting down on your lip, you can hardly take it. You would cum right now if she would just-

Abby grinds down harder in to you, reaching down to pull her underwear to the side. The feeling of her bare cunt on yours is enough to send you in to orbit. She’s wet, and hot, and feels like Heaven against you.

“Thatta girl.” She cooes, watching your expression as her clit rubs into yours. “God you’re wet, aren’tcha? Why?” She wears a shit eating grin, and you push her shoulder lazily.

“Shut up.” You grumble, spreading your legs wider. “Please. More, Abs. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

She slides her clit up and down the lips of your cunt, her own moans filling your ears like a song. You reach up, grabbing a fistful of her tit. You roll her nipple between your fingers, pulling her down until her pretty bud is between your lips.

You close your eyes, sucking hard on her nipple until she’s whining out your name, panting like a bitch in heat as she grinds deeper against your pussy. You feel your thighs shaking, and you know your first orgasm is soon approaching.

“Just like that, baby. ‘M gonna cum all over you.”

“Mhmm.” You moan out against her chest, your hand massaging her other boob as you worship the one in your mouth. Oh, that’s all you ever want to do with Abby. Worship, pleasure, worship, pleasure- you are obsessed with her body. She’s your idol, and you’ll gladly spread yourself bare on her altar place.

Abby grunts out softly, her stomach tensing as she cums on your cunt. You feel your own orgasm building, and soon your crying out her name as your swollen, sensitive clit brushes with hers.

Your name is sweet like candy, rolling off her tongue.

Abby pushes you back, giving you no time to recover before burying her face back between your thighs. You gasp out, shaking and shivering at the intrusion.

“Abs! Abs, it’s too much.” You cry, tugging at her hair.

“You can take it.” She groans against your pussy. Her teeth are dragging ever so lightly against your clit, and you feel her tongue lapping and lapping at the wetness that clings to you.

You see stars, and soon you’re grinding your pussy in to her face, your stomach tight with an oncoming orgasm. Just as you reach the height of your pleasure she pulls away, burying to fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

Abby watches in awe as you take her digits, biting her lip as she reaches down to touch her own pussy. She moans out at the first contact, pressing a chaste kiss to your thigh.

“Such a sweet girl for me.” She whispers, looking up at you. “I love you, baby. And I love this pussy.”

You moan out through a smile, sitting up on your elbows to watch her fuck you with her fingers. “Love you too.” You manage to whimper out, jerking as she hooks her fingers into your sensitive g-spot.

“I want to see this pussy cum for me.”

“O-Okay.”

“That’s a good girl.” She moans out as her own finger dips into her tight hole, her movements speeding up. Abby leans down and sucks your clit back in to her mouth, tracing her name over it, claiming you as hers. You are hers. Time and time again she’s made you her bitch, leaving you a whimpering, whining, sweaty mess. You love it. She loves it. Match made in Heaven.

Your back arches off the bed, her hair tight in your grip as you cry out, grinding harder into her tongue.

“Abby! Abby, fuck, baby. Baby I’m gonna-” Your sentence is cut off your orgasm hits you like a truck, and Abby is lapping up every drop of your sweet cum.

You pull her towards you until she’s sitting on your face, and you waste no time pulling her own swelling bud into your mouth. You rub it between your lips, your hands tight on her ass, massaging, tugging, pulling her, until you’re suffocated by her sweet aroma.

She grabs your head, looking down into your eyes as she fucks herself on your tongue. Your nose is brushing up and down her clit, and her thighs are shaking against your head. You are in a state of euphoria, completely blissed out as your pretty girl uses your face.

“Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.” She chants, eyes heavy lidded and lips parted. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

You moan into her pussy lips, pulling away from tongue fucking to resume making out with her pussy. She’s coming undone for you, nearly crying your name as you sick and lick, a mad woman drunk on her sweetness.

“Here it comes, baby. I’m gonna cum all over your face.” She whimpers, and a jolt of electricity coursed through you at her sweet noises. Abby cums, hard, her thighs enclosing around you as she practically puts her entire weight on your face, hips bucking, wetness spreading. She pulls back only after she calms down, collapsing beside you with jelly like movements.

The two of you lay there for a long moment of silence, catching your breath, before her head turns and she shoots you a smile.

Her arms wrap around your body, cradling you in the dark room, and as you bury your face in your chest, you can’t help but think of how lucky you are.

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abby who always covers your ass w her body when you bend over to tie your shoes, if she doesn’t lean over to tie them herself.

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chai-berries · 2 days

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Decree # 13: No Scary Movies before Bed for Abby Anderson (#13)

abby’s voice is a whisper to match the darkness of the room. “hey, baby, are you asleep?”

“yeah” you respond in sleepy sarcasm. you shuffle deeper into your blanket.

“can i turn on the light?” this makes you peep open one bleary eye.

“uhm okay?”

the room is suddenly flooded with light from the bedside table.

the, open floor layout serves as a surprisingly large studio sized apartment, with a living, dining, and bedrooms in the same area as the kitchen. it’s wonderfully packed full of found books and pieces of art that took ages to collect. you and abby had lived here together for 17 months and each of you brought your own collections into one space. thanks to abby’s rank within the leaders of the WLF the apartment is big enough for you both to create a proper safe haven for yourselves.

however it’s not always as safe as you’d like it to be. especially tonight.

it’s been extremely stormy this winter and today has seattle bracing itself against wind coming through the bay and right against the stadium's walls. everyone was prepared for it. making sure the animals were inside and the crops were covered so everyone can hunker down for the big ocean storm. this storm has you and abby having a movie marathon. she found a bunch of intact dvds for the stadium collection and was rewarded with a functioning tv and dvd player for the storm. you picked out a romcom and a movie about found family while abby picked out two scary movies.

now four hours later, here you guys are, in bed, abby’s bedside lamp blinding you completely for a second.

“mmnph, you okay baby?” you mumble. your eyes are shut again, but you turn your body to face abby. the girl has moved to sit up against the headboard. she’s breathing deeply and clutching the blankets in her fists. when she doesn’t answer, you peek up at her with one eye. “baby?”

“yeah,” abby says when you sit up next to her. “i’m fine. i just couldn’t sleep. you can go back to sleep. i’m sorry.”

“no it’s fine!” you try to make eye contact with your girlfriend but it’s like she’s actively avoiding your eyes. “abby? did you have a bad dream?”

she looks at you from the corner of her eye. your face is earnest and full of love but abby knows what’s gonna happen next.

“i, uh, i had a dream about being sucked into a black hole. like, like the movie we watched.”

now, abby’s nightmares are rare. if she has them it’s either based on a book or movie she recently watched or the day at the hospital in salt lake. growing up in the apocalypse, your nightmares are usually the least of your worries.

still you did warn abby about the dreams. she already had a messed up schedule because in the three days leading up to it, isaac had everyone preparing for the storm. and when you warned her about the scary movies, she brushed you off and swore she’d be fine. now she was at the mercy of her know-it-all girlfriend.

your lips twitch upwards. you lay back down and shift under the blankets until you’re back in the warm spot. you look at abby.

“am i allowed to say ‘i don’t you so’?” you smirk up at her.

she rolls her eyes. “whatever.”

you pout. “hey! be nice to me! i tried to warn you, you big baby! now come here and let me cuddle you!” you open your arms and abby eagerly falls into them. she snuggles into your chest. your hands go up to her loose hair and comb through the waves.

“i got you. go back to sleep, baby” is all abby hears before she lets sleep take her.

when you wake up, it’s to a giant tree limb slamming itself against the large stadium window. you jump in fear before you recognize the noise for what it is, taking a breath. abby has tucked you against her chest with your head under her chin, so she feels you wake up. her warm hands run up your back and she lets out a groan when you pull away from her. “i gotta go pee!” you apologize, practically running for the bathroom to keep the warmth in your body. abby’s watches out the window until you return with a sleepy smile and arms open. all of your responsibilities have been put on hold until the storm is over and you're going to take advantage of being able to lay in bed a bit longer than usual.

“did you sleep okay?” you mumble against abby’s collarbone. abby’s midnight worries are gone now that the sun is up. well it’s up there, behind the clouds somewhere.

“yeah,” she sighs. “sorry about that”

“you don’t have to apologize. you remember when i had nightmares for a week after we watched that killer doll movie?”

“yeahhh, that movie was fucked up”

“it was! and the black hole movie was also fucked. you don’t have to apologize… But am i allowed to say i told you so?”

abby playfully squeezes you tight to make you giggle.

“yeah,” she grins down at you. “you can”

“okay… I Told You Watching that Movie would Give You Nightmares.”

“why’d you say it like that? are you decreeing it?”

“yeah. you know i like being right. and besides, when you get scared i get to protect you so honestly it’s a win for me.”

“glad my misery brings you happiness”

you respond to her grumble with a kiss on the lips.

“my sweet scaredy-cat,” you say against her mouth. “i’ll always protect you. don’t worry” you promise into another, deeper kiss.

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