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jeridandridge · 8 months

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A Shoulder to Cry On

When Melissa’s Nanna gets sick you’re the only one she lets in. CW: Mention of death

It’s lunchtime on a Wednesday when she gets the call. You run after her down the hallway following Melissa into her classroom. She’s shaking and nearly drops her keys when you reach over gently taking her hand.

“Melissa, let me drive.” You tell her taking the keys and reaching for her purse. The redhead looks at you with flushed cheeks and a wobbling lip before she lunges forward holding onto you like a life raft.

Resting your head against hers she shakes in your arms letting out a sob, clawing at the back of your shirt like she can’t get close enough to you. “Cmon, Mel. Let’s go see her.”

Maria Schemmenti is one tough lady. At 93 years old she was still cooking Sunday dinners, making sauce from scratch outside and pasta noodles in her kitchen. Now, Melissa has to see her grandmother small and frail in a cold hospital bed connected to all kinds of wires. Of course you learn this after Melissa comes back to the waiting room, melting against you again. Not even her leather jacket she wore as armor could give her the boost she needed today. Instead, she hides her face in your neck.

“It’s bad.”

You close your eyes for a moment, standing in the crowded waiting room with the sound of the fluorescent lights flickering and the smell of hand sanitizer you squeeze Melissa gently. A hug that lets her know you’re not going anywhere.

In the early morning hours when you convince Melissa to go home and get some sleep she sobers up as she unlocks her front door. “Thanks for coming with me, hon.” She gives you a sad smile.

You eye her hand on the door then look back at her tired eyes. “Do you want me to stay?” You weren’t sure what you two were, but you had to be something to her if she let you see her so vulnerable and allowed you in her house.

Melissa reaches out for your hand leading you through the dark house up to her bedroom. You’d never seen her room before, and it was completely Melissa. From the framed eagles jersey on one of the walls to the stack of books on her nightstand. You can’t help but smile.

Moving in the dark Melissa strips down to just a tshirt and her underwear, climbing into bed. You stand there for a moment unsure if you should do the same.

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” She quirks a brow watching you kick off your shoes hesitantly. You strip down to your tank top and underwear crawling under the cool sheets, immediately warmed up by Melissa curling around you.

This is the first night you fall asleep in Melissa’s bed.

Two days later you’re in the teachers lounge waiting for the students to arrive, only this time Melissa isn’t there in her usual spot. Standing by the coffee pot you call her and the phone rings. And rings. Then voicemail.

“Barb, have you heard from Melissa?”

“No, dear I haven’t. She probably just needed the day to herself.” She assures you patting your shoulder before she walks out.

You sigh trying to keep your mind off of the woman. To no avail your mind drifts from your lesson plans to the woman even during the middle of class. You were happy to have the older kids, it was easy to put on music and have them work out of their books for the afternoon. Sat on your desk your phone vibrates immediately sending a wave of anxiety through you. Unlocking the phone you read the text from Melissa with a shaky breath. Her nanna was gone.

The end of the day couldn’t come fast enough. When it does you jog to Barbara’s classroom trying to catch her before she goes.

“Oh, y/n, I was just going to call you.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder as you walk in. “Did she tell you?”

“Yes, she told me.” She sighs with a nod. “I can’t expect her to be doing well.”

Mulling Barbara’s words over you realize that Barbara is probably the only person that could get through to her.

“I think you should go check on her. She’ll listen to you.”

Barbara gives you a soft smile reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. “Who did she let take her to the hospital, babygirl? She didn’t ask me.”

That’s when it hits you. Barb is absolutely right. Whatever you had with Melissa, you would have to make the first move. Right now, you know you need to go take care of her.

“I’ll send you a text later, let you know what’s going on.” You offer playing with the ring of your keys.

“Good luck, honey.”

A little while later you get to Melissa’s with a pizza and a hoodie of yours that she loved to borrow. Parking in the driveway you get out and use the spare key that’s hidden behind the mailbox because “rock keys are too obvious, y/n”

Unlocking the front door all the lights are off and the curtains are closed. Setting everything down on the counter you head upstairs. “Mel, it’s just me. I’m coming up.”

In the hall you go to her bedroom, hand on the doorknob you find it locked. “Mel?” you call out, anxiety hitting you. “Mel, I’m not against kicking the door down.”

You hear a watery laugh from the other side of the door as it opens. There Melissa stands, in flannel bottoms and an old Abbott tshirt. “Thank god, I didn’t wanna scuff my new shoes.” You joke holding your arms open for her.

She steps forward curling herself into you letting out a sigh. “I fell asleep going through pictures.”

You hum twirling the end of her hair with your fingers. “You needed to sleep. I brought your favorite pizza and I’m yours all weekend. Whatever you need.”

Melissa lets out a bubble of laughter holding onto you enjoying the warmth and comfort you offer. She didn’t have the nerve to tell you how she felt, but she figured her actions were enough for now.

“All mine huh?” She hums against you before she lifts her head meeting your eyes. You give her a soft smile noticing the freckles across her nose, how they’re more noticeable when her cheeks are flushed. Lifting your hand you gently wipe the dried tear stains from her cheeks lingering against her skin.

“Let’s get you some food and put in a cheesy movie.”

Melissa keeps her arm around you as you go downstairs, feeling a bit of life again with you around.

“Thanks for taking care of me, hon.” She lets out in a hoarse voice.

Smiling you wrap your arm around her shoulder with a squeeze.

“I’ll always take care of you, Mel.”

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #lgbtq+

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summer-may · 1 year

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18+. nsfw.

husband!bakugou feels that it was unfair how pretty you are. like how is he supposed to keep everyone away, when you look like a sparkling star that everyone surrounds like a moth to a flame.

you are sweet, kind, and so goddamn helpful. you help the old man cross the street, you go out of your way to volunteer at various shelters and if not, then donate. you once gave your favorite sandwich midst eating to kaminari just because he was hungry. like it was your absolute favorite but you still gave it away. can you be any more selfless?

so the only way he doesn't lose his mind is by fucking you senseless. by giving you so much pleasure that you let go and start demanding from him.

he starts slow, by always asking you what you want. it's slow and shy, but finally, you get bold and confident. the first time you tell him to eat your pussy and he is on his knees, baby.

as time passes you experiment. get bold. and start doing things you fantasized about.

another time, you tell him to lay down on the bed because now you are going to ride him, and hell yeah, he's all spread eagle before you finish the sentence.

the way he is naked, his cock leaking, red, and almost angry at not being used till he's spent. he's so close to crying at this point.

you look ethereal. there is no other word to describe you. he feels he's in some kind of other dimension. you crawl towards him wearing lingerie that should be banned because what the fuck?! it's see-through, your nipples protruding deliciously just waiting to be sucked and bit on. the lace covering your soft stomach. god. the path downwards just as maddening.

the way he knows you're sans panties but the delicate lace coming just below your beautiful pussy is making him insane. oh and the fact that he can't touch you is torture. absolute third degree.

"baby, can you please, please come closer," he begs, looking at you with his eyes low and lips swollen from biting them. "i can't handle it anymore, pretty girl."

you smile and coo at him, his cock leaking even more at your voice, your hand finally touches his thighs, hands running up and down and moving towards his beautiful cock. "you have such a beautiful cock, honey." the jerk his body gave when you swiped your thumb across his head spreading the precum, was visceral. "don't worry baby, i know what you need."

you bent your head and licked his precum, looking at his vermillion eyes as you sucked his cock down to the hilt. his sparse hair brushing your nose as you went bobbed your head.

the way his hips buck should be illegal, even with his hands tied he made sure you choke on his dick. the barely there smile on your face as you gag on him was enough for him to spurt down your throat. but along with you humming in pleasure was end game for him.

he's spent. his heavy breathing is the only thing heard in the quiet of the night. he looks down to see you licking his head and feels it in his heart as well as his dick. like, come on.

"baby you're going to kill me, stop it." his talk didn't match his words with how he was thrusting up toward your smirking mouth. red eyes looking at how swollen your lips were, and your glowing face, and thinking about how perfect you were.

you slittered upwards and untie his hands, lips centimeters away and whisper, "you can touch me now, dy-na-mite." each syllable of his name accompanied by a nip on his swollen lips.

"you are so fucking gorgeous, baby." his big hands pawn at your bare ass, fingers slowly brushing down to your leaking hole. "you honestly put the murderous in my name to test."

his fingers gentle, completely different to his passionate almost angry words. the words coming out his mouth were making you wetter, you weren't sure how that was even possible. your lips slanted on his, tongue fucking in tandem to his fingers as he scissored in and out of your pussy.

"c'mon, baby, gimme one, yeah," he panted, his other hand holding your jaw, "yeah, just like that beautiful, just like that, cmon, yeah, cum for me, gorgeous, cum on my fingers, just like that," his words and fingers were enough to make you moan out his name, and let yourself go and groan out his name, "kat- suki"

"you can make me cum just by speaking, 'suki."

his eyes sparkled in the shadows of your bedroom, "you say that, as if just looking at you doesn't make me cream my pants," his hands gave your ass a swat, "c'mon give a kiss, yeah,"

the smile you gave him was making his heart beat painfully in his chest, goddamn he was so in love with you it was not even funny and he wouldn't trade it for anything in this fucking world.

"you wanna ride me next time, sweetheart, i can see you're tired, huh?" his words were met with grateful eyes and a soft smile. he knew your every move. well, he is the love of your life and you loved your god dynamite.

"c'mon lay down," his smirk was ever-present, he picked up the cover on both of you, kissed your forehead, and murmured a soft, " 'night, sweetheart."

" 'night, 'suki." came your reply with a soft kiss to his chest.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #mha #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki × reader #pro!hero bakugou #pro hero bakugo x reader #pro hero bakugou #my works #mha headcanon #bnha headcanon

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thefrontofmymind · 2 years

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"Friendship" Test; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

REQUEST: I’ve just read Salmon Smoothie and loved it!! Here is a similar idea, if you’d like to give it a try: So the reader and Joseph are dating but they are keeping it a secret. Only friends, families and St cast, producers etc. know about it. We know that Joseph is very private about his life but reader is very open about it, always active on social media and she loves sharing pictures of her friends. Also reader’s character and Eddie have a decent amount of scenes together so they also do press together a lot like Wired Autocomplete, that Glamour Friendship Test vid etc. Fans speculate a lot since reader and Joe are almost always together and one day paparazzi takes pictures of Joseph and reader together when they are really close. What is going to happen? What will they do? How will they react? How will cast react? I am leaving this up to you. Also you can change anything you want from my propmt, it’s totally okay. And if you’re not interested in writing a similar concept, that’s also okay. This just an idea. Love youuuu

a/n: hello lovely anon! i've mixed this request with a couple others and it'll be getting another part with the paparazzi photos in it that should be up by the end of the weekend! thank you sm for the request! love you! xx

SYNOPSIS: Joe and Reader do Glamour's Friendship Test, only they are certainly much more than friends

WARNINGS: pure fluff, like one curse word but cmon now...

When you and Joe started dating, you quickly realised how imperative it was that you kept your relationship private. Between both of your ‘public images’, and the horribly objectifying idea that you wouldn’t get as much work if you weren’t seen as desirable by an audience, especially as you both were up-and-coming still. Though that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a bit of fun.

Everything you teased you made sure was above board, every photo you posted and every hint you gave in interviews was just enough to let the eagle-eyed fans know you were seeing someone, but they could never guess who–and you both liked it that way.

Whether it was a photo of your dinner from your first anniversary with Joe, or even a silhouette of his sunglasses–that you thought of as his signature–after a day at the beach with your family and him, it made the two of you laugh seeing how worked up some of the fans would get.

“Here’s one!” you said, sitting on the sofa reading through your latest Twitter replies, while Joe was stood at the stovetop making dinner for the two of you. “‘Bestie, you and I both know you can’t keep soft-launching, there HAS to be more than a crumb eventually.’”

Joe chuckled–a teasing laugh that you didn’t hear very often, it sounded like he was up to something. “Do you ever think about it, dove? What would happen if we told the fans?”

“I have,” you said, candidly. “But I love the fun of sneaking around too much. It’s not like we’re lying to everyone, we still interact publicly, the fans just don’t know the whole story…”

Joe was quiet for a minute, stirring the numerous saucepans on the stove for the ‘feast’ he was making. “Yeah, you’re right….” he eventually let out. “The secret-keeping is-uh-well it’s pretty fun.”

It was almost too easy for the pair of you to get by as ‘just friends’ out in public–everyone knew you worked together and had gotten very close during the filming of Stranger Things, so the odd paparazzi photo of the two of you out grocery shopping or whatever you may be doing wasn’t out of the ordinary.

And it made your day when you were able to do press together, since the PR team for Netflix knew about your fantastic chemistry, it seemed obvious for the two of you to pair up when it came time for promotional interviews.

You and Joe were standing about two feet apart in front of a white backdrop, the studio lights beating down on you–making you begin to sweat just a little.

“Hi! It’s Y/N,” you said with a smile to the camera.

“-And Joe, and we’re doing the Glamour friendship test, but with a twist!” he cut in, reading the cue card that was being held up just behind the camera.

“It’s a competition with Noah and Mille, and Sadie and Maya, to see who knows who best!” you continued, enthusiastically. “I think we’re going to destroy them, what do you think?”

“Yeah, we definitely know each other the best…For sure,” Joe answered, looking into your eyes, before being interrupted by one of the producers behind the camera.

“Both the other pairs said you guys would do the best,” she let you know. It made sense–the whole cast of the show knew you two were together, so it just made good sense that you would happen to know the most about each other. “Okay, the first thing is, what are your hidden talents?”

You excitedly turned to Joe. “I know yours!” He gave you a questioning look. “All your different accents!��

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded. “I can do lots of bad accents.”

“C’mon do one…” you egged him on, you really couldn’t help it. “Do your New Yorker accent.”

“Only if it pleases you…” Joe took a deep breath. “Eh, I’m walkin’ here!”

You let out a cackle from deep within your chest–you honestly weren’t sure where it came from, but for some reason, Joe always seemed to get the most genuine laughs and smiles out of you, whenever possible.

“And your hidden talent….” Joe thought for a second, tongue out–a common occurrence for him. “I’ve got it, you always wrap presents the absolute best.”

“Oh come on! That can’t be my hidden talent!” you argued, though you knew it was true. Even as a kid, you would be the one designated to wrap the family gifts–you just had a knack for folding the paper just right and always using the tape perfectly–and in adulthood, it had become somewhat of a hobby for you; you even had a gift-wrapping drawer full of ribbons, tapes, and other bits and bobs to spruce up any old box.

“No it is…” Joe said, sincerely while putting an arm around you shoulders and looking you dead in the eye. “You’re very talented.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from looking back into the deep pools of brown–you could just about see your reflection in them. Though after a few seconds, you remembered where you were and quickly straightened, pushing Joe’s arm off your shoulder and awkwardly clearing your throat. “Next one, then?”

“Okay…The next exercise is trust falls!” the producer said after a beat of awkward silence.

You couldn’t help but grimace as you pictured Joe missing catching you, ending with you falling flat on your face.

“Do you want to fall first and I’ll catch you or do you want to catch first?” Joe asked before seeing the look on your face. “Are you alright, dove?”

“Do you not trust Joseph?” the producer chimed in with a smile, though your fear was very genuine. There was no getting out of it–you just had to grow a set of balls and do the fall.

“I’m fine just-” you moved into position, standing with your back to Joe, who was a couple feet away. “Don’t drop me.”

Joe laughed as you squeezed your eyes as tightly shut as you could get them, took a deep breath, and fell backwards, into Joe’s grasp. It was almost too easy–he didn’t even struggle as he pushed you back into a standing position before you both turned around so you could catch him with ease.

“Great guys! Now we’re going to give you guys your phones, you have a minute to find some emojis to describe each other,” the producer said as an assistant handed you and Joe your phones.

You scrolled through the emoji menu picking, occasionally looking at Joe who was deep in thought with a furrowed brow, looking at his phone.

“Okay I’m ready,” you said, locking your phone and smiling at the camera.

“Yep, me too,” Joe answered with a smile. “For you, I did the big sparkly-eyed one–because you’re adorable, then the alien because you’re weird, and the high hell because you always wear such cool shoes, and then the dove because we call each other ‘dove’ a lot, and then the star because you’re a star…”

You had no hope in hiding the huge grin on your face and your boyfriend shyly poured all the compliments out–and you couldn’t help but notice as a blush crept up his neck as he spoke.

“Okay for mine, I put a chef, because you’re a good cook, then sunglasses because I always steal your glasses when we’re out, and then the dove, because our nicknames for each other, then some sparkles–I don’t know why but it made me think of you–and then a white heart because that’s the one I always send to you,” you rambled–perhaps a little too fast but you blamed the anxiety in your chest over being so vulnerable in front of a camera.

“I love it, darling,” Joe said under his breath as the assistant grabbed your phones back and the next shot was being prepared.

“Okay, and now we just have some rapid fire questions, are you guys ready?” the producer asked, waiting for the both of you to nod. “What is your friend’s favourite snack on set?”

You had to really fight the urge to say ‘me’ at first thinking back to all the hasty breaks you two would take on set, all but running to whomever's trailer was closer–you felt butterflies as you reminisced.

“Your’s is…” Joe drawed it out. “Those biscuits with the cheese that you dip in it, like Dunkaroos, right?”

“Sorta like Dunkaroos, and you like to have dried apricots.”

“Yes, I do…”

“Great!” the producer chimed in. “What is your friend’s pet peeve?”

“You hate when people don’t say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, very British of you…”

“Yeah that’s a big one for me…” Joe was still thinking. “Your pet peeve is when people confidently sing the wrong lyrics to a song.”

You didn’t answer him–just held out your hand for a high five, which he did, but kept hold of your hand long after the slap was heard.

“Okay and what is your friend’s Zodiac sign?” the producer read off the list.

“I’m so bad with these….” Joe complained, wincing.

“Yeah, he has no idea, he can’t even guess,” you laughed. “He’s a Taurus.”

“Is your friend a morning or night person?”

“We’re both more morning people, I’d say…” you started.

“Yeah we both like to get stuff done in the morning, nighttime is cold…and dark…”

“Thanks so much guys, we just have some final thoughts and then an outro and you’re free to go!” the producer said with a smile.

“Okay…” You wracked your brain trying to come up with what to say, but all you could really focus on was the fact that Joe’s hand was still in yours. Even after all this time, it was the little things like him holding your hand and giving you his jacket on cold nights that gave you the bubbling feeling in your chest that you knew as love and pure adoration.

“I think apart from the zodiac sign question,” Joe started. “Which was complete bullshit by the way-oh wait sorry, I’m not supposed to swear-anyway, I think we probably did the best…”

“Because we’re the best!” you joked, before Joe pulled you into a rough hug that elicited a giggle from you. “Thanks, Glamour!”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn fic

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elliesflwrgirl · 11 months

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Okay hear me out: Leather!abby takes reader home from the bar on her motorcycle and rails them on a hillside. Like yeah okay the view from the cliff is pretty but so is the view of her eyes looking up at you when she’s between your legs 🫣🫡 I need to be put down like a dog.

cw, biker!abby, top!abby, bottom!reader, oral (r receiving), public sex kinda?, petnames (sweet girl, etc)

summary: you meet abby at a bar, leave together but don’t quiet make it home andddd you fuck on a hillside!!

also abby totally gets off on eating u out, duh.

if u enjoy this pls like and reblog!! i love u.

.·:*¨¨* ・❥・ ≈☆≈ ・❥・*¨¨*:·.

you had felt her eyes on you all night, she was with two friends so you thought she’d never make a move but sure enough she throws on her leather jacket as she makes her way over to you.

as she leans her arms on the bar her two friends pass, “good luck, abigail.” they tease and you furrow your brows, taking a sip from your beer. “hi, i’m abby.” she introduces herself and you give her a small grin. “so i gathered,” you shoot back and she smiles. “can i get you a drink?” she offers and you shake your head.

“i was actually about to head out,” you stand from your chair and she nods her head. “can i drive you? im as sober as a judge.” she grins softly and you smile back at her. “can you walk in a straight line?” you joke and she laughs, spreading her arms out like an eagle and walking in a straight line, she stumbles a bit which makes you giggle.

“look, my balance is just shit, but, i’m sober.” she smiles at you and you nod, “fine.” you walk out together and she leads you to a vintage black motorcycle. you pause briefly, “you drive a motorcycle…” you grin up at her as you look between her and the motorcycle.

“yeah, is that alright?” you nod your head quickly, “yeah, i’ve just never been on one.” you smile as she walks over to you with a small black helmet. she puts it on your head and buckles it beneath your chin, giving you a soft grin. “you look cute,” she compliments before putting her own helmet on and climb onto the bike.

you climb on behind her, grabbing her hips. “wrap your arms around me,” she tells you and you do. the engine revs before she pulls out onto the street. the dark city looked mesmerizing driving through with no barrier just you and the city. you rest your head on her back as she flies through the traffic.

“wanna show you something, can i?” she huffs and you nod softly. she pulls off the main road and on to a dirt road. she drives up the mountain and your arms grip her tighter. “i’ve got you, you’re not gonna fall off.” she hums comfortingly.

she pulls up to a cliffside, turning the engine off and taps your thigh. you hop off and take your helmet off. she does the same. “oh my god,” you smile as you take a look at the big city from this height. you run to the edge of the cliff, begging to see the whole city. “this is fucking awesome.” you beam and turn around to abby, who still stands by the motorcycle.

“cmere,” you wave her over and she widens her eyes. “oh hell no, i’m good right here.” she tells you with a soft laugh and you walk back over to her with a big grin. “what are you a chicken?” you tease and she gasps. “excuse me?” she laughs and you grab her hand, slowly pulling her towards the edge.

“cmon, i’ve got you.” you repeat her words back to her from earlier. she hesitantly follows you to the edge. once you reach a decent amount to the cliff, she stops in her tracks. “that’s good.” she sighs and you smile softly. “you’re really scared of heights, huh?” she nods quickly. “like deathly, but i figured why not take the pretty girl up here,” she jokes and you tilt your head to the side. “oh yeah? you take lots of girls up here, abigail?” you tease and she smiles softly.

“no…just you.” she answers honestly, grabbing your wrist. “cmon, if we climb up this hill the view is even better.” she says excitedly and you follow her up.

after running up she collapses onto the ground, leaning back on her elbows, looking up at you. you plop down beside her, both out of breath from the climb.

you stare at the view with a soft smile on your lips and abby watches. “you might just be the prettiest girl i’ve ever met.” she mumbles and you slowly turn your head to face her. blushing like crazy, you smile widely “oh shut up.” you roll your eyes and she shakes her head. moving closer, you turn your head to feel her lips inches away from yours.

your breathing stops for a moment, as she inches closer. looking down at you, “can i kiss you?” too clouded with the tension of the moment, you press your lips to hers. a soft sigh leaving her lips as you do, she grabs your hip, pulling you closer.

she slides her hands up your thigh, her fingertips dipping just below your dress. she pulled herself between your legs, gently nipping at your lip. you hum in response as she does. she kisses your jaw, kissing down your neck. your hands find her hair, weaving your fingers into her hair.

she leaves sloppy kisses down your neck, and nips at your collar bones, leaving soft pink marks. you whine quietly and she looks up at you with a grin. “what was that?” she teases and you roll your eyes. “shut up,” you blush out of embarrassment. “why don’t you shut me up?” she tosses back and your cheeks heat for a different reason.

your hands grip her honey blonde hair and pull her face to yours, clashing your lips together in a heated kiss. she groans into the kiss as her hands slip up your dress, feeling the black lace beneath her fingertips.

she runs her fingers over your clothed cunt, feeling the damp patch and smiling against your lips. you moan softly into her lips, whining as she pulls away. she plants kisses down your neck, tugging the top of your dress down. planting kisses on your chest, running her tongue over your nipple before kissing down your stomach.

she pushes your dress up past your hips, leaving your dress wrapped around your stomach. she moves herself between your lips, lifting your thighs up over shoulders. she grips your thighs tightly as she kisses down them teasingly, placing slow torturous kisses. slowly getting to the place you need her most.

she grabs at the lace of your underwear, ripping it off. “abby-“ you scoff, leaning up on your elbows. she tosses them to the side with a grin, looking up at you. “hm?” she kisses back up your thighs, seeing no problem with what she just did.

you go to tell her that’s your favorite pair but before the words can come out she gently flicks her tongue against your slit. a soft moan slips from your lips and you collapse back onto the hill, “what were you saying?” she hums and you shake your head, burying your hands into her hair. “nothing.”

she smirks against your cunt, gently circling her tongue over your clit. “mhm” she mumbles. your back arches slightly but she slams your hips back down onto the ground, pulling you closer as she slips her tongue into you. a loud moan leaves your lips and you look down at abby, her staring right back up at you. she wanted to watch what she was doing to you.

you whimper and grind your hips against her face, “good girl, ride my face” she murmurs. you whine loudly, “fuck—“ you toss your head back and she pulls away slightly. “keep your eyes on me or i’ll stop. i want you to watch.” she tells you and you nod, needing her tongue on you again.

your eyes connect with hers as she gently sucks on your clit, a while leaving your lips. “oh my god,” you whimper and she softly moans against your cunt. she was getting off on eating you out and that somehow made all of this ten times more sexy.

she pushes her tongue back into you as the tip of her nose pushes up against your clit. a loud moan falls from your lips and she grips your thighs tighter. you knew her grip would leave bruises but that just made this all the more enjoyable. “shit—“ you toss your head back and a loud smack hits your thigh.

jolting your attention back to abby, her eyes almost filled with an anger mixed with lust. you nod your head in understanding and you grind yourself against her nose as her tongue pumps in and out of you.

“god, abby, i’m so close,” you moan and she hums against your cunt. “want you to tell the whole city how good i’m making you feel, okay sweet girl?” she tells you and you nod your head, curling your fingers into her hair.

“fuck- oh my god-“ you moan loudly as she pushes two fingers into you, gently sucking on your clit. “mhm, that’s good baby.” she praises. she moans against your cunt, “fuck, you taste so good”

a strangled whimper leaves your lips as you hear her moaning against you, throwing you over the edge. moans and whimpers and mumbles of abby’s name leaves your mouth as you cum.

abby only slowing her pace, not completely stopping until your body completely relaxes under her. you lean up on your elbows, looking down at her. her chin dripping with your cum, fingers glistening too. you grab the neck of her shirt and tug her up to you, kissing her hard.

“you’re fucking amazing,” you compliment into her lips and she chuckles. you whimper softly as you taste yourself on her tongue. your hands trail down to her waistband, slipping your hand under her boxers and giving her exactly what she deserves.

.·:*¨¨* ・❥・ ≈☆≈ ・❥・*¨¨*:·.

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic

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gracelandmp3 · 6 months

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hey have we as a society talked abt this bit from victory of eagles where novik implies that stephen maturin is running around somewhere in this universe . has this been addressed.

like there Was historically a ship called the hms sophie it Could be a perfectly innocent coincidence of naming im sure but . cmon

#miss naomi ‘astolat’ ‘notable master and commander fic writer’ novik did not do this by accident i don’t think #temeraire #anyways hi i keep making temeraire posts in the middle of the night i feel like bc i’m rereading them for bedtime

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macfrog · 8 months

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just me over here thinking about reader having a favourite song and singing bits from it in front of joel constantly just to have him surprise her one night when theyre spontaneously slow dancing in the kitchen (where else amiright?) and he sings the lyrics softly to her… BESTIE I AM NOT OKAY

and to make it worse, he emphasizes certain words in the song to subtly let her know he thinks about her when he hears them I AM DONE RIP

BESTIE YOUR MINDDDD I SCREAMED FOR 5 MIN STRAIGHT BEFORE I WROTE THIS

[cowboy like me dbf x reader - 800 words of pure FLUFF below the cut sorrysorrysorry]

i feel like, as much as she’s a lil swiftie and whatever, one of her guilty pleasures is dad rock. her dad probably didn’t let her play her own stuff in the car growing up ‘cause he figured his stuff (marty robbins ew) > beyoncé, so she wound up liking a whole lot of that stuff. lotta queen, lotta eagles, all that. and she probably heard the likes of can’t fight this feeling by reo speedwagon as a kid and used to dream about when she’d meet someone who might love her enough to feel that way.

one day she’s at joel’s and she’s in the shower. it’s a sunday morning, she’s spent the night. he’s still laying in bed, sat up against the headboard. and he can hear her humming.

dude was literally alive when the song came out. he knows what it is. and he just sits with this dumb smile on his face ‘cause she’s graduated to quietly singing: even as i wander, i’m keeping you in sight.

n then she pushes the door open, towel around her body, probably twirls over to the foot of the bed still singing the words, and he just sits with his arms crossed, shoulders bouncing, chest vibrating with stifled laughter.

she’s like, c’mon, old man.

excuse me?

this is your era. sing with me, she pleads.

and she’s crawling up the bed to him, tilting her head and nananahing the guitar solo until she’s sat in his lap, his hands on her hips, watching her perform for him with what he reckons is more passion than even the band had.

she hums it when she’s following him around the grocery store, elbows on the handle of the cart, watching him doing all the heavy lifting. she sings it while they’re lying on his couch, both doing separate things but together, y’know? he can’t focus on the building plans he’s tryna read on his phone ‘cause she’s stuck singing the same bit on a loop while she flicks through netflix or something.

so then maybe one night the power goes out and they’re home alone. she raids his cupboards for candles; they sit in the kitchen and eat leftover pizza and drink cheap wine and wait for the lights to turn back on. and joel puts some playlist on his phone, sits it on the counter while they eat and talk and…whatever else you do during a power outage.

he gets up to go refill their glasses. she follows, sliding the empty pizza box onto the counter as pearl jam fades into silence. and then…the twinkly intro. the piano melody. the crooning bassline. she gasps. her jaw falls slack, huge beam spreads across her lips. eyebrows lift as high as they’ll go. n joel’s shoulders jerk with a laugh.

she takes his sleeve in her fist and pulls him into the middle of the kitchen, and he lets her, obviously. and she’s swaying, and his arms sit comfortably on her hips, wrists cross at the bottom of her spine. and he watches her with this little glint in his eye, the reflection of the candles and probably something more, just letting her sing to him.

you-really-gotta-sing-this-time-cmon, she says, squeezing it between the lines of the song. and i’m getting closer than i ever thought i might, she sings.

and she shuts her eyes, balls her fists and jerks them twice when the drums kick in, and joel snorts, leans in, lines his lips with hers until they’re, like, an inch apart, and they’re breathing the words to one another as they sway back and forth.

…and i can’t fight this feeling anymore, i’ve forgotten what i started fighting for…

her arms cross around his neck, and his forehead’s on hers, n she’s singing it’s time to bring this ship into the shore, and he sings back and throw away the oars forever, and they laugh because it’s so fucking corny, so sickly sweet, and neither of them care.

she lets him sing the second verse, mostly ‘cause she’s never heard him singing this song and never heard him sing so softly, like he’s doing it for only her to hear, and no one else. she kinda nuzzles her head into his neck and feels the bristle of his beard against her temple, his lil quiet drawl singing, it always seems that i’m following you, girl, ‘cause you take me to the places that alone i’d never find.

and it’s cute, and they’re so in love, and my chest hurts to think about them looking at one another as they sing the last fucking line, the lil oooohs, the lil saxophone notes. the dumb little grins on their dumb little faces.

yeah. what the heck, dude. i need an inhaler.

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#chats w max #anon #cowboy like me #dbf!joel miller #joel miller fluff

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