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mellowumbra · 1 year

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-Good morning princess <3

~Abby Anderson smut~

pairing(s)! Abby anderson! x fem!reader

SMUT

warnings! porn with barely ANY plot, cursing, vulgar words, strap on! (r-receiving), sub!dom! dynamic, power and strength kink, dom!Abby w/slight rough, sub!reader, somnophilia (if you squint) vulgar description of s*x, oral! (r-receiving)

proofread?? yes? no? kinda?

word count?? 2,790

a/n! hi, so a quick lil side note. i definitely started over with my writing (not happy with my first one) . really wanted to take my time n write something with abby cuz i luvvv her!! based on a a scenario i know would happen after abby was stressed out ><

PLEASE lemme know how this is!!! is my first one imma actually keep hehehe

summary! after a busy morning, abby comes home to find you curled up in her bed, and she simply can't resist

Smut under da cut ;)

Abby wasn’t one to complain. She kept it tough, kept it together. But when it came to you, Abby felt weak. Abby felt weak in the best way. Walking into her apartment after a stressful morning of patrol and running into Scars, Abby was overjoyed to see you curled up in her bed, a blanket tossed over your sleeping figure. Nightmares had been plaguing you for days now, losing so much sleep every night. The bags under your eyes when you two saw each other for inventory meetings and patrol had worried Abby sick. She often was woken up in the middle of the night to meager knocks on her door, opening it to see your disheveled figure shaking with tears painting your cheeks. Abby never asked much, just swept you into her arms, shushed your sobs and wiped the tears away from your puffy eyes. You ended up sleeping in her bed most of the time now, grateful for a warm strong body curled up next to you.

Abby softly dropped her bag, unlacing her boots by the door. She scanned your body, checking for even breathing, making sure you weren’t in the middle of a nightmare. Since you had lost so much sleep, Abby refused to let you join her on patrols so early in the morning, shushing you back to sleep with soft kisses. You felt extremely guilty, letting that guilt get the better of you whenever Abby got back particularly pissed off. She never blamed you, even when you got angry. You had never seen such a vulnerable side of your girlfriend, where she comforted you that you were still incredibly important and vital to the WLF, even with nightly terrors.

Quickly donning a more clean outfit, the edge of the bed dipped as her weight fell onto the soft mattress. Gingerly scooting closer to you, Abby laid down on her side, softly capturing you in her embrace. She slowly pulled her body flush against yours, chest meeting your back, your backside resting against her pelvis. Abby loved how small you looked compared to her, her chin resting on your head, dwarfing you in size. Her soft fingers reached onto your exposed side, running them along the length of your ribcage. Softly moving them down, Abby traced her fingers along the smooth and warm plane of your stomach. She could never get enough of your warm and soft skin, supple to the touch. Her other arm moved to scoot under your pillow, settling between your neck and jaw. Her lips came forward and ghosted a kiss over the shell of your ear, moving them to place feather light kisses on the back of your head. She smelled your hair, so soft and clean. Abby could kiss and touch your skin forever. Tracing her fingers along your belly with soft scratches on your abdomen, Abby moved them up under the sleep shirt you wore, a stretched out tank top she usually wore to work out in.

“It smellsss like you,” you would say, for any chance to wear it.

Exploring the soft warmth of your skin, Abby sucked in a breath when she realized you didn't have a bra on. Ghosting over the skin of your breasts, Abby’s desire to touch you grew tenfold. Realizing the need for your sleep, she resigned herself to tracing her fingers along your skin. She groaned internally when her fingers traced below your naval, gently cupping your clothed cunt, incredibly warm to the touch. If you were canvas, Abby’s hands would paint you a masterpiece.

Feeling the memory of soft warm fingers on your skin, you slowly blinked, still half asleep in your dream-like state. You smelled a familiar scent and let out a content sigh as Abby realized you woke up. Her fingers could mold you into clay, keep you as soft as putty.

“Good morning Princess,” she whispered softly, placing a delicate kiss on your ear. Even though it was 3pm in the afternoon.

You hummed, scooting your ass higher into Abby’s front. She nipped at your ear, fingers cupping your waist, scooting you as close as possible to her.

“Cruel beautiful thing,” she rasped, to which you softly smiled and hummed again.

She kissed down your ear onto your jaw and neck, relishing in the amount of exposed skin you gave her as you opened your neck to her assault of kisses and licks. Placing soft and wet kisses on your neck, softly biting down onto your sweet spot, she dragged a low moan from out your parted lips.

“Can I touch you princess?” Abby cooed, almost like she was begging.

You hum, slowly nodding your head, not entirely awake yet.

“I need words, pretty girl,” she whispered once again, nipping at your earlobe, making sure you were lucid enough to say yes.

Breathy sighs fell from your lips as she held your ear in her teeth,

“yes baby,” you sighed. “p-please touch me.”

You had never ached for something so strong.

Snaking her hand up your shirt to cup your breast, she smiled to feel your pert nipples push against the fabric. She gathered the sensitive pink bud between her fingers, rolling it with painful slowness. Your eyelids fluttered, a breathy gasp leaving your lips. Abby got you right where she wanted, moldable and malleable. Her lips continued kissing, biting and licking your neck, eventually settling on placing a warm hickey.

“Oooh… Ab-Abs baby,” you moaned, electricity and warmth zinging down to your clothed mound. As she rolled your nipple, pulled it and stroked it, a pulsing heartbeat began to build deep in your belly. You were sure the blush on your cheeks was wild.

“Yeah princess? You like it when I play with you? Playing with these delicious tits of yours?”

“yes yesyes yes,” you breathed out, another moan falling from your mouth.

“Yes, what baby? What's my name beautiful?” Abby whispered, voice soft and low, laced thick with desire. She was sure her eyes had shifted, almost cobalt in their lust.

“Yes da-daddy,” you ground out, hungry for more. Your ass ground into Abby’s waist, earning a low chuckle from the blonde behind you.

“Atta girl,” Abby cooed again, taking the other breast in her hand, rolling the nipple between her strong fingers. You looked to see the muscles in her arm, taut and tight, heartbeat in your pussy growing by the second, aching to be filled. You clenched around nothing, soft shame burning your cheeks and turning your ears red.

“Ba-.. daddy… please please, i-i want,” you managed to babble, feeling warmth pool in your sleep shorts. You were sure they were soaked.

“Hmmm.. princess? What do you want? Gotta speak up for daddy,” Abby toyed with you, pausing her to pull off your chest, whining at the loss of contact.

“Touch me, oh please touch me,” you pleaded, breath turning shallow and fast.

“Touch you baby? Isn’t that what I’m doing now?” Abby chided playfully. The immense power trip she got from teasing you, displaying her obvious strength over you made your mouth water. Your outright begging to be touched was enough to snap Abby’s self control leash like a twig, delighting in the pleasure in riling you up until you practically screamed to be fucked.

“Or do you want me to touch that sopping cunt of yours?” She hissed, reaching her hand to roughly grip your clothed mound. You moaned loud at the feeling, dominance pouring through her words. Her vulgarity was striking against the formality she usually spoke at.

“You jus need daddy to fuck you, stuff you so full with daddy’s cock you can’t think? Is that it doll? Fuck you back to sleep?” Biting your ear as she said these vulgar things, you moaned, rutting your ass against her front one last desperate attempt to feel something.

“Pleasebaby i need–i need it i need your cock please ill take it good i swear…. I swear!” you plead, Abby easily grabbing your body and tossing herself over you, locking you in a cage of her arms. Her lips attacked yours feverishly, her honey hair cascading over you. Your hands immediately snapped up into her locks, interlocking your fingers, whilst wrapping your legs around her waist. The sounds of your kisses were filthy, coupled with spit and teeth. She swiped her tongue over your bottom lip, biting down and pulling your lip out. You groaned into her mouth, as she groaned low and loud from her throat.

“Shirt off,” she said, an air of power in her voice. Obeying soundlessly, tossing your shirt somewhere on the floor. Her approving smile warmed your insides.

“Pants off too angel,” she said, kneeling in between your legs as you kicked off your sleep shorts. She licked her lips at your obedience. As you leaned your head back on the pillows, Abby took your shut legs and wrenched them open, exposing your warm wetness to the cool air. It made you gasp while Abby stared, downright leered at your cunt. Her eyes grew hungry, mouth slightly opening, swiping her tongue over her lips. She took your body in, naked and spread only for her, and it fueled her.

“You’re fucking soaked angel, so wet from just me playing with you,” she chuckled. She took her thumb and led a slow languid drag down your slit. Your pussy was on fire, the simplest touch making your back arch and a moan split out of your mouth.

“You’re fucking pathetic baby, just a needy slut who needs daddy’s fuckin, is that right?” Abby questioned, almost laughing.

When you just whimpered, she took you by the neck, fingers wrapping around your throat. Her near animalistic stare locked with yours, pure hunger and admiration in her eyes.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you angel,” she emphasized the angel part, squeezing just a bit tighter. Your pussy pounded for relief at the feeling, cries falling on deaf ears as you said, “yesyes yes yes daddy i need your cock please!” you cried out, near tears.

“Then I gotta get you ready, don't I baby?” Abby mocked, moving her body down and locking your legs around her strong arms. She attacked your thighs with tongue and teeth, sure to leave her marks on you. She left a chaste kiss on your most sensitive bundle, then licked a clean and slow stripe from your needy hole all the way up to your clit. You nearly came to that feeling alone. Strangling your fingers in her hair you let your head fall back, drunk in the feeling of her mouth on your cunt. Abby was messy and she had no shame in it. Sucking and licking your clit in circles, moving down to fuck your hole with tongue, reaching up as far as her tongue could go. Loud sucks could be heard in the room, near pornographic moans accompanied. Abby hummed against, vibrations making you gasp.

“Ab-Abs abs abs oh-oh fuck daddy!” your legs shake, on the brink of the most delicious release. Suddenly, she stopped, earning another loud whine from your lips. Sitting up fast to stare at you, she gripped your neck again.

“Whiny whores don’t get dick now do they?” She softly threatened you, eyes dark and wide. Your puffy lips, fucked out eyes and pink cheeks made Abby’s pussy pound. The outright control had you in a puddle. Abby needed to make you feel good, needed to make sure you knew exactly who you belonged to. You shook your head in compliance.

“N-no daddy,” you blubbered, looking up at her with your wide doe eyes and pout. Abby couldn’t help but mock your pout, moving to kiss you slow and tenderly.

“Good girl- ass up and out princess,” she whispered, using her strength to easily flip you on your belly. Abby kneeled on the bed, lazily palming your ass, spreading your cheeks to see your soaking wet, throbbing cunt. You moaned loud at the feeling. You were making a mess on the bed, slick dripping down your thighs. Abby could feel that heartbeat, practically see it, and lavished in its thrum. You shook your ass slightly, earning a chuckle from the blonde as she pushed her hand down your spine, pressing your head into the pillow. Hearing the sound of clothes being discarded, your pussy grew hotter, swelling in anticipation. As 8 inches of silicone traced down your wet cunt, you pushed your hips toward her, greedy.

“daddyplease daddy please fuckme ive been so-soso so good,” you moaned low. Abby just hummed and filled you in one fell swoop without warning, gripping your hips so hard against her body bound to leave bruises. You groaned, something akin to a moan, or a scream. She picked up a steady rhythm of plunging deep inside your pussy and pulling out just far enough to suddenly pound farther in.

“Abs AbbyAbs oh fuck oh fuck!” you gasped and heard the wet slap of your pussy being stuffed rut against Abby’s skin. You gripped anything, knuckles white on the bed sheets. You’ll feel sore tomorrow, prey to Abby’s relentless teasing.

“Say,” thrust. “You.” thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “All.” Thrust. “Mine.” she ground out, the filthy sounds of your pussy filling her ears, moaning at the feeling of your ass against her. You squealed as she pulled your hair rough, back pressed against her now bare chest.

“Im- oh fuck daddy! im -im a-all yours, jus yours Abs” you shook out, nearly passed out at the speed and energy of her thrusts. You were fucked dumb, completely at her mercy. Short cries and mewls into the air left your parted lips drooling. She pushed your head into bed, hand still in your hair.

“Yeah baby? Only m’cock- fuck- c’make you feel this good hmm?” Abby cooed, unable to keep her own moans quiet anymore.

And you felt it, felt that orgasm from before growing in your belly; Abby could feel it too. She picked up your waist and lifted your bottom half off the bed like you weighed nothing. You gasped at her brute display of strength, loving the feeling of your pussy being used for Abby's pleasure, like means to an end. A white sticky layer of your come coated the strap, dripping down your thighs. “Yes daddy m’love your cock s’much on-on-only you,” moaning and blubbering your words as spit rolled off your tongue.

She pounded recklessly into you now, sweat lined her brow as your moans grew higher, laced with profanities. You were hers and Abby loved seeing you like this. Completely under her power, experiencing the greatest pleasure you could ever know. The only woman to ever make you feel this loved, this fucked out.

“Gotta give you one angel-fuck hmm oh fuck- gotta make it good baby yeah? You‘been so good princess- so so so good for me,” Abby rushed out, unable to keep her own orgasm from stopping.

She became sloppy, the squelch of your pussy taking her strap felt like music to her ears. She unlatched one hand n’began to stroke your clit with her pointer finger. The pressure deep in your belly grew.

“Oh fuck-fuc-abs- daddy m’please don’t stop donstop, mma’come Abs imgonnacome oh my god!” you cried, voice growing in pitch. The pressure in your pussy swelled, and your orgasm swelled over you like a wave, mouth dropping out in a silent O as your her name left your mouth strangled and loud.

Abby felt your cunt squeeze around her strap, clenching and unclenching, liquid gushing out of your swollen hole, falling onto the bed below. Seeing that sight ended Abby, tipping her over the edge, the pressure on her clit euphoric. She tipped her head back, moaning.

As you came down from your high, your legs shook and Abby slowly lowered your legs back to the bed. Abby took hands off your hips and kissed up your spine, making sure to end every kiss with “i love you,” “you did so good baby,” “my perfect girl,” “my best girl.” She sang your praises, occupying your mind as the strap slowly pulled out. You cried short of the feeling, suddenly empty. You collapsed, body sweaty against the bed.

“Princess?” Abby cooed, quiet and tender now. She tucked hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead, once, twice. She had moved off her knees onto the floor to see you open your beautiful eyes.

“I’m gonna clean ya up m’kay baby hm? Get you all clean. Can you roll for me sweetie? Good girl thank you,” as you rolled over, thankful for the cool air.

She examined your fucked out face as you rolled. Your chest rose and fell in slowing breaths. Abby looked at the hickeys littered on your body, smiling. Kissing her sweet and tender, you hummed, closing your eyes. Returning quickly with a warm rag, Abby cleaned you then climbed into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around your body as you clung to her, head nuzzled into her neck. Her bare legs against yours was heaven.

“I love you s’much Abs,” you looked up at her, smiling, kissing her chin delicately. “That was the best way to wake up from a nap,” you giggled, as Abby laughed and kissed your head.

“I love you s’much princess,” she soothed. "Go back to bed, I got you baby."

HI! okay i hope you like it!!! Comments, reblogs, likes, anything is deeply loved and appreciated!! cant wait to get more out there for yall ;)

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olive-fics · 7 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨-Harvest of Hearts-Abby Anderson Headcanons-୧ ⋆ ˚｡⋆

I'm sorry I can't help myself with October and my Abby Anderson head-canons tbh..hdsfkjhf

- Also this makes up for the fact I wont be doing KinkTober -`♡´-

-October held a special place in Abby's heart; it was her absolute favorite time of the year. She adored the crisp autumn air, the rich tapestry of colors that painted the landscape, and above all else, the enchanting magic of Halloween.

-Abby cherished the moments she spent with you, her girlfriend, in your shared love for autumn. Some of her most treasured activities with you included Pumpkin Patch Dates, Haunted House adventures, Apple Picking, cozy Movie Marathons, and dreamy nights of stargazing.

Pumpkin Patch Date: Abby would insist on an early start, knowing that the morning sun cast a warm, golden glow over the pumpkin patch. It was the best time to choose the healthiest and most vibrant pumpkins for carving.

-As you would wander through the pumpkin patch, she'd giggle affectionately when you picked out pumpkins with quirky shapes, unusual spots, or even ones with multicolored splotches.

-She'd suggest taking polaroid photos of each other holding the chosen pumpkins, capturing your smiles and the sunlight filtering through the leaves from the mostly barren trees.

Haunted Houses: Haunted houses held a special place in Abby's heart, and the anticipation built throughout the year was her favorite. It wasn't merely the chilling thrills or the eerie ambiance that drew her in; what excited her the most was seeing your scared face and when you clung onto her after someone in a cheesy mask jumped out at you two.

-To comfort you Abby would let you squeeze her hand and she would do the thing where she rubs her thumb over your fingers. Her touch was not just comforting but almost therapeutic, she made sure you were okay throughout the house with soft pecks and giggles.

-When startled by actors in costume, Abby wouldn't just scream, she'd also burst into laughter, turning the scares into a shared joke between you two.

Apple Picking: Abby fucking loves apples, there's no way. Abby's excitement for apple picking was contagious, and she wanted to ensure that your day in the orchard was nothing short of perfect. She'd insist on an early morning start, well before the orchard's gates opened to the public. It wasn't just about the freshness of the apples; it was about the serene ambiance of the early hours, the gentle sunlight filtering through the trees, and the crispness in the air that made it the ideal time for picking.

-Abby would gently coax you into parting your lips as she playfully stuffed the apple into your mouth making you share one with her, giggling.

-Abby paid close attention to your preferences, and if you had a specific type of apple you favored, she'd make it her mission to seek out and handpick only those varieties

Movie Marathons: Abby made sure to remember your preferences on scary movies so she could make a list to watch with you..

-The couch or bed would be adorned with a multitude of plush pillows and a couple of cozy blankets for you both to snuggle into. Abby had a way of making you feel at ease, she often became your preferred pillow since you got easily scared at these movies..

-Abby held you even closer, her arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. She made sure to comfort you when you shook or gasped. Abby's grip would tighten briefly, as if to say, "I'm here", and "I've got you hon."

-If you fell asleep during the movies she wouldn't even be disappointed because she knew you were like this when all snuggled up and cozy..

Stargazing: Abby would lay out blankets on the grass, creating a cozy nest for both of you to snuggle into. The softness of the blankets and the warmth of her presence was all you needed.

Abby would hold you close kissing your forehead and whispering soft compliments and sighs.

Sometimes if it was damp out Abby would set up blankets and pillows just like she would in the fields and do it in the 'bed' of her pickup truck..

Okay this was really lazy, I have a headache and I need to write smth about mechanic Ellie (?)

I love Abby and October so I needed to write my fav head-cannons.. There's probably a bunch of spelling errors but..whateverr...

Okay bye bye!! -`♡´-

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