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But I'm a Lesbian! pt.3
ellie x abby x dina x fem!reader
a/n: a shorter chapter! But I promise chapter 4 will definitely be longer! anyways, enjoy angels! 💗
→ part one → part two
Suddenly, like a starting gun had been fired, the four of you sprang into action. It was a dash to the showers, with elbows bumping and bodies jostling as you all struggled to be the first one in.
Abby, with her speed and strength, managed to dart ahead, closely followed by Ellie. You and Dina were neck and neck, both determined not to be left behind. In the chaos, you stumbled over each other's feet, arms flailing as you tried to maintain your balance.
"Watch it!" Ellie grumbled as she tried regaining her balance.
Eventually, you all reached the showers, each claiming a stall with exhaustion. The sound of rushing water filled the air as you quickly stripped off your clothes and stepped into the warmth.
With only a few minutes to spare, you all hurriedly scrubbed yourselves clean, trying to make every second count.
“Fuck! Does anyone have shampoo?!" Ellie yelled, shaking her empty bottle in frustration.
"I do!" you exclaimed, quickly grabbing your shampoo bottle and rushing over to Ellie's stall.
Ellie's eyes widened seeing you approach, her initial reaction being to dart her gaze away, her face turning a deep shade of red.
fuckk..you were naked.
Without hesitation, you squeezed a generous amount of shampoo into her waiting hand.
“t-thanks..” Ellie stammered, her voice slightly shaky.
"I think I need some too~," Dina purred, her voice flirtatious, waving her hand dramatically as if in desperate need.
"Shit, me too!" Abby chimed in, her head popping out of her stall, trying to catch sight of you.
"You're both so unoriginal," Ellie grumbled, rolling her eyes in annoyance.
"I'll be right there!" you replied, turning around to share shampoo with Abby and Dina.
Ellie's gaze lingered on you for a moment, eyeing the way your hips swayed, the curves of your body traced by droplets of water. The softness of your skin, illuminating in a soft glow. There was a certain beauty in your movements, a grace that captured her attention.
She craved to discover it.
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Soon enough, you found yourselves in the cooking classroom, greeted by the aroma of various ingredients. Rows of kitchen stations awaited, each equipped with utensils, pots, and pans.
The teacher, a seasoned chef, greeted the four of you. “Hello, ladies! Today, we'll be making some classic breakfast dishes," she announced.
"It's important to start every day with a nutritious meal, especially for your husband," she added with a wink.
The four of you blankly stared at her.
The teacher clapped her hands, signaling the start of the cooking session. "Right then! Chop, chop!"
"Just follow my lead," Dina reassured, playfully smacking your ass before guiding you to the station next to hers.
Ellie took charge of cracking eggs, her movements precise and efficient. Abby occupied the stove, flipping pancakes with a flick of her wrist.
Dina always experimented with different ingredients, adding a dash of spice here and there to enhance the flavors. As for you, your focus was on whipping up a batch of fluffy scrambled eggs, gently stirring them in a skillet.
"Here," Dina said, pausing her tasks and stepping behind you, "You'll hurt your wrist if you do it like that."
She gently took hold of your hand, her touch delicate yet firm. Her fingertips tracing along your skin, leaving a trail of warmth. As she leaned closer, her chest pressed against your back, you could feel the heat radiating from her body.
Your palms grew moist with sweat, and a slight tremble ran through your fingers. Flustered, you struggled to maintain composure, your cheeks warming with a faint blush.
"Oh," you murmured, turning to meet her gaze, "thank you."
Dina smiled warmly. "You’re so cutee!!" she remarked, pulling you into a tight hug. "Marry mee!!”
Just then, the cooking instructor approached Abby, “Abby, the nurse needs you,"
Abby glanced up from her station, faking a face of concern. "What for?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
The teacher shrugged. "I'm not sure, but she sounded urgent. You better go check."
"Alright," she nodded at the instructor before turning to the rest of you. "Catch you later, guys," she said with a smirk.
The three of you exchanged knowing glances.
"Mhm.." Dina remarked, her tone suspicious.
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Thud!
With a forceful slam, the nurse's back collided with the wall, a small whimper escaping her lips as Abby pressed her against it. The nurse's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching as she felt Abby's strong grip on her wrists.
Abby leaned in closer, her voice low and seductive. "You’re so fucking impatient.." she whispered, her breath warm against the nurse's ear.
The nurse's cheeks flushed crimson, excitement coursing through her veins. She struggled to find her words, her heart pounding in her chest. Before she could respond, Abby's lips crashed against hers in a hungry kiss, sending a surge of pleasure. The nurse squeezed her thighs together, her hands reaching up to tangle in Abby's hair.
As their lips parted, the nurse's breath came out in ragged gasps, her eyes glazed with desire. "I-I needed you," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
Abby flashed her a grin, her eyes burning with desire. "fuckk…" she murmured, trailing kisses along the nurse's neck. “Let's see how long you last this time."
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Dina leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I've been thinking," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sizzling of the stove.
You and Ellie exchanged curious glances, waiting for Dina to continue.
"We should sneak into the director's office tonight and steal back our stuff," Dina proposed, a smirk plastered on her lips.
Ellie crossed her arms, her expression firm. "Fuck no."
"What?! Why not?" Dina whined, clearly disappointed.
Ellie sighed, "I'm already three strikes down,"
"We won't get caught if we plan it!" Dina insisted, nudging Ellie's arm.
You nodded in agreement with Dina, "She's right, Ellie," you chimed in, "We'll plan it out and make sure everything goes smoothly. We won't leave any evidence behind."
Ellie raised an eyebrow, surprised by your willingness to participate.
"Come onn, El's!" Dina groaned, "Don't you want your finger—"
"Okay!" Ellie interrupted, cutting Dina off before subjecting her to more teasing. "But you owe me a pack of cigarettes.." she huffed in annoyance.
Dina grinned. "deal!" she replied cheerfully.
A sudden small buzzing sound caught Ellie's attention, a tickle on her right shoulder. She glanced over to see a pesky fly.
"Don't move," you whispered urgently, eyeing the fly.
Dina, sensing an opportunity, slowly raised her hand, ready to swat the fly. But just as she made her move, the fly darted away, escaping her grasp.
"Damn it!" Dina exclaimed in frustration, waving her hand through the air attempting to catch it.
The fly continued to buzz around the kitchen. Ellie, determined to get rid of it, swatted at the air wildly. You, too, joined in the frenzy, swinging a dish towel in an attempt to kill it.
“Don’t let it land on the food!” Dina urged.
In your frantic attempts to catch the fly, bottles of oil and water were knocked over, creating a slippery mess on the floor. Ellie, caught off guard by the slick surface, slipped and crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
“Argh! Damn it!” Ellie groaned in pain.
Meanwhile, your efforts caused water to splash onto a cooking pot, leading to a sudden burst of sizzling oil that sent you yelping in pain.
“Ouch!” you shouted, stumbling back and landing on top of ellie.
Amidst the chaos, everyone momentarily forgot about the bacon, sizzling on the hot stove. It was beginning to burn, filling the kitchen with thick smoke that billowed up toward the ceiling.
“Hey guys,” Dina called out amidst the commotion, “Something’s burning..”
Abby walked back into the kitchen, disheveled and with lipstick marks scattered across her neck. “Hey guys, I’m back...” her voice trailed off.
She stood frozen for a moment, taking in the utter chaos that had unfolded while she was gone.
Ellie was still on the floor, rubbing her bruised body, while Dina was frantically trying to clean up the spilled oil and water, her clothes stained and her hair in disarray. Whilst frantically trying to dodge splattering oil from the pot. You were scrambling to turn off the stove, desperately trying to salvage whatever remained of the bacon.
“What the fuck happened?!” Abby exclaimed, slowly walking over
Before anyone could respond, the sprinkler system activated, sending gushes of water down from the ceiling. Abby stood frozen in shock as she was drenched by the downpour, her already disheveled appearance now completely soaked.
The kitchen descended into madness as everyone scrambled to avoid the flood of water, slipping and sliding on the now-slippery floor. Ellie let out a frustrated groan, while Dina cursed loudly, and you desperately tried to shield the food from the onslaught of water.
Abby shook her head in disbelief, “I should’ve just stayed for round two..”
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Don't forget about the Palestinians.
Don't forget about them now.
Don't forget about them tomorrow.
Don't forget about them in a week from now.
Don't forget about them in a month.
Don't forget them next year.
Don't forget them in 5 years.
When the history books start to update, don't let them put lies in there.
When documentaries come out, boycott the ones who call this a victory for Israel.
When books release talking about soldier's personal experiences with Palestine, remember the victims. Remember the truth.
Don't forget about what we've seen.
Don't forget about what we've heard.
Don't let them tell lies about Palestine.
Don't forget about the Palestinians when the world tries to make this go away.
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apps that shut off your music when you open them just how fucking important do you think you are
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Not to get too tmi on here but everytime i see her arms my clit perks up a lil
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Memorialising Tom singing I’m Just Ken karaoke forever.
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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut
the struggle is real
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burning desire
Synopsis: With Abby away at some party and your body aching and asking for release, you can’t help but touch yourself while pretending it’s your roommate.
warnings: top abby x virgin (lowkey loser) reader, fingering (r receiving), mentions of strap, squirting, r gets caught by abby, sex toys.
2.9k words
a/n: i’m going to pretend this isn’t way too specific. it’s my first time posting here so im sorry in advance if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language and i wrote this in a rush bc im going insane😇
ofelia si te sale esto no lo leas‼️
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There was something utterly wrong with you.
As a girl, you went through your awful womanhood cycle and all that. You never entirely understood how all of it worked, you just ovulated when you were extremely horny and wanted to either kill yourself or everyone around you when on your period. That much you knew about your own body and every other girl went through the same.
The problem was you’ve been on fucking heat for over a month.
Your hormones were a mess, the sexual frustration consumed your being and you couldn’t find a solution. You were a virgin, and quite frankly, an awkward person so it was hard for you to even initiate small talk without quickly making it uncomfortable with your lack of social skills.
You tried distracting yourself throughout the day by attending your classes, doing homework, scrolling through Tiktok, and exercising. Even if you ended up beat by the end of the day, that damn aching between your legs would not leave you alone, and you had to touch yourself to at least make it less awful.
Unfortunately, you didn’t live alone. You shared an apartment with Abby, your high school friend who so happened to get into the same college as you. You didn’t mind, of course, you liked Abby, and now that she was grown and muscular you couldn’t deny she was a total eye-snack. Thing was, you were jealous of whoever the fuck she brought to your shared apartment, Abby must be some sort of goddess if she could make girls scream like that, begging her not to stop while choking in their tears, the bed loudly creaking to the point the blonde had to buy a new mattress. You resented it. You had to settle with sex toys while she fucked almost every week.
The amount of batteries you had in your drawer was embarrassing. Every night you had to abuse your pussy while thinking it was a certain girl doing it for you, had to get good at being silent because you’d throw yourself off the window if Abby ever heard you. Your clit ended red and puffy after an hour of nonstop intimate time with yourself, your eyes swollen because the scenarios in your head were so intense you cried while thrusting a six-inch vibrator inside you, touching that sweet spot it took some time for you to master hitting perfectly until your head went numb, and you squirted all over the pink towel you covered the bed with so you wouldn’t wet the pretty covers and sheets you slept in.
You were ashamed of how filthy your fantasies were for a twenty-year-old virgin, it always hit you once you were over, panting heavily in silence while blushing because your private thoughts and desires bugged you.
You hoped it’d all end soon, that maybe your hormones were a bit crazy just because they decided so be in a silly mood. Every girl goes through shit like this. But no. God was testing you, progressively getting needier as the days passed by. Your god-awful gorgeous friend/roommate worsened it whenever you were doing your assignments at the dining table, and she came home from the gym looking so dirty and delicious, your eyes struggling to focus on your laptop screen and not the way her muscles glistened with not-fully-dried sweat and looked like the glazed donuts you loved eating as a sweet treat, the comparison didn’t make sense, but her body made you feel hungry. You were so sexually frustrated you were convinced you had gone insane.
You wished someone would approach and straight up told you to fuck. You’d accept without second thoughts. But it was the real world, as pretty as you were, you still looked awkward and shy. Fuck your life, honestly. Why couldn’t you be dauntless like the girls who flirted with Abby? Touching her biceps while twirling their hair as they looked at her with nothing but lust and confidence. They were embarrassedly bold but they got exactly what they wanted because Abby was a sucker for pretty girls like that, she loved to fuck the cockiness out of them.
You couldn’t help but think about it every day. You were pathetic, imagining how it would feel to be under her, talking you through it, making you lie there and do nothing but take her until your legs turned into jelly and make you forget all about your stupid sex toy collection hidden in a box under your bed.
Anyways.
Tonight was going to be fun. Abby told you a friend of hers would be throwing a party, subtly inviting you, but you didn’t take the hint and told her to have fun, so off she went an hour ago, leaving you alone in your shared apartment.
Eagerly and with your heart thudding, you arranged everything before jumping right into it, at this point it was just as important in your nocturnal ritual as your skincare routine. You had bought a new toy, this one being 7.4 inches and a bit thicker than your other ones, so you were a bit excited to try it, hoping the sensation would help you release more of your frustration.
With a silky pillow under your lower back, you lied in your bed and took a deep breath, your fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you gasp softly at the familiar but delicious feeling. Your muscles quickly relaxed as you kept circling your needy button. You didn’t need much teasing, you were already wet, arousal sneaking down and making you groan because it was icky.
Lately, you didn’t rely on your hand that much, ever since you figured out the way to hit your G spot, that’s almost all you needed to come. That being said, you took the pink toy in your hand, lining it down your entrance and teasing yourself by lubing the tip of it with your arousal, imagining it was Abby’s strap and spreading your legs. You had to be quiet every time you masturbated, but you were completely alone now and you wanted to treat yourself by taking the liberty to be as loud as you felt like. Pants and whines of desperation filled your room once you started taking inch by inch of the toy slowly. There were nights you straight up wanted to release everything and go to sleep, or nights such as this, where you felt like dragging your orgasm to make it intense and mind-breaking.
“Holy shit.” You whined once the vibrator was deep inside, you closed your eyes and played start to your fake scenarios.
In your wild fantasies, Abby would tease you, keeping her strap in place while circling your clit and making you wait for her to move. So you did that. Little whimpers left your lips while imagining her talking in your ear, whispering sweet encouraging words. You could multitask with no problem at this point, it was routine. You turned on the vibrator, hips jerking at the feeling and your lips hung as you gasped. Thrusting it slowly the fantasies grew steamier, and your cheeks flushed at the sound of your voice doing all those pathetic and pornographic sounds.
It was big. When you bought it you were so cocky about it but you were actually struggling to slide it in and out smoothly, but thankfully you were so wet it only took a few minutes. And so the madness began. In your head, Abby was fucking you with her strap, your hand moving fast and aiming for your sweet spot like your life depended on it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whimpered out loud, the buzzing toy hitting the right place inside of you while you kept rubbing your clit clumsily because it felt so good.
You wanted her. Pitiful whines getting caught in your throat when you remembered Abby was far from your apartment, far from your room, and definitely far from your bed. She was probably messing around with another girl at that party. You winced at the thought, feeling like crying as you kept abusing your pussy. Imaginary Abby would slap you and grab your chin so you’d look at her, telling you to stop drifting away from her when she’s right there with you, to not listen to those silly thoughts of yours.
Your therapist would never hear of this.
“Oh my god, Abby! Please, please, please-” You were okay with being loud at this point, whatever you usually blabbered under your breath now resonating on the walls of your room.
Sometimes you wished you had four hands so you could add a little something to your intimate sessions. You wanted to know how it would feel to have her deep inside with her big and strong hand wrapped around your neck, preventing you from breathing properly while praising you. Shit. Your hand moved faster and rougher, seeking for the most realistic sensation possible. Wanting to pretend this was the real Abby pounding into you.
You needed her. Your eyes stung with tears as your chest heaved because the toy was now at the highest setting, hitting your sweet spot oh so deliciously you were even drooling.
With your eyes squinted shut your mind went fuzzy, the scenario pausing for a moment while focusing on the familiar twisting in your tummy and reaching for your orgasm. Abby was calling your name in the distance, you were so into it for a moment you felt worried about how real it went through your ears.
“Yes, yes, yes! Right there, Abby! Plea-se-!”
Your voice cracked. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you choked weak whimpers while squirting all over the towel, so intense even the toy almost flew out of your cunt. Your legs trembled and you panted loudly, riding out your fifth climax of the week. The cold air of your room hit your bare lower body and made you groan because your slick was drying up and you hated the feeling, but you also needed time to recover before cleaning your mess.
After a few moments, you sighed and opened your eyes, slightly leaning onto your side to grab your phone on the nightstand. You froze at the figure of someone standing by your door. Your stomach dropped and you could feel your heart in your throat.
Abby was there, standing with her arms crossed while looking at you with a stare you couldn’t decipher. No. This could not be happening to you. No!
“Abby-“ You sobbed, the shame betraying you by making you cry.
“How long?” She asked, her blue eyes staring into your soul even from a further distance. Her voice lower than how she usually talks to you.
“W-What?”
“How long have you wanted me to fuck you?”
The question sent a shiver down your spine. This was definitely not how you imagined it’d play out, not in one of your thousands of wet dreams.
“A while…” You mumbled embarrassed, looking away from her. Thankfully you were only naked from the hips down to your feet, you were wearing an oversized shirt that could cover your most private parts.
Abby seemed pleased with your answer. A heavy and shaky sigh left her nose as she walked to your bed.
“And you do this every night while thinking about me?”
The question (which sounded more like a statement) stabbed your core sharply. You nodded and felt your cheeks blushing in shame.
The bed creaked when she joined you in it, getting on top of you while smirking smugly. Your pretty face was adorned with confusion and embarrassment. Lips puffy from crying and your face dampened and red.
“Poor girl. Had to hear me pleasing other girls instead of you, hm? You should’ve just said so, baby.” She comforted you, brushing her fingers against your cheek, making you shiver at the unfamiliar contact.
“Didn’t want to mess with your innocence, you’re so pure I couldn’t dare break you. That’s why I used whoever wanted to throw themselves at me, but turns out that’s all you wanted all along? Wanted me to make you cry and beg?”
Holy fuck. You thought as you were getting wet again. You almost whimpered because this was the real thing. 4D Abby was on top of you and talking dirty with her husky and alluring voice.
“Yes.”
You hated yourself so much. Just a few moments ago you were so mouthy to her in your fantasy and you couldn’t even form a sentence with the real one. Abby laughed at you as if finding you amusing.
“‘Yes’ what, pretty girl?”
This was it. You were going to go for it.
“I-I want you to…fuck me and make me scream and beg for more.” You stuttered softly, looking into her eyes while batting your lashes because you couldn’t maintain eye contact.
“Yeah? I bet I can do a better job than your toys.” She leaned down, your faces closer than you ever thought they’d get, sucking the air out of your lungs.
You yelped in surprise when her fingers went down your folds, spreading the wetness as she teased your sensitive parts. “So wet, waiting for me to read your mind and touch you, huh? Gotta use your big girl words. C’mon, tell me what you want.”
Her voice melted your brain as her fingers spread your lips, making you gasp and squirm under her. You were too shy for your own good, she knew that as well but that made this more interesting. Abby wanted to see how far she could lead you, and how much control she could have on you.
“Please touch me.” Your voice was breathy and almost weak, feeling her fingers replacing your own was too much.
She circled your throbbing clit, causing you to close your eyes and whine loudly.
“You like that?”
“Y-Yes, so so much, Abby.” Your mouth was getting loose, drunk in pleasure and your head was still dizzy from your previous climax. Abby could feel herself getting wet from your reactions to minimal touch.
Poor little thing, so touch-starved. She thought while continuing to please you.
You mumbled curses and her name under your breath. Hands gripping the covers of your bed tightly because she was the one touching you, you had no control over the speed nor the pressure her fingers had on your sensitive bud. Your legs squirmed as you spread them further so she’d position herself more comfortably between them.
“Want you inside, n-need you inside!” You begged pathetically, looking at her with half-lidded eyes.
Abby couldn’t believe this. This was too good to be true and she couldn’t wait anymore either. She kept boundaries out of respect, she knew you were a virgin and had no experience, and she didn’t want to scare you off with her deprived desires. Yet you were there, asking her with tears in your eyes to fill you up. You were so desperate she wanted to eat you alive.
“‘M gonna use my fingers, doll. Don’t wanna fuck you with the same strap I use with other girls. I’m going to get you your own, and I’m going to fuck this horniness out of you. You’ll only need me.” She whispered in your ear before shoving two of her fingers inside you, gaining a loud whimper from you.
Her fingers were thick and long, she filled you up almost perfectly you didn’t want this moment to end. Your chest raised up and down as you struggled to breathe properly. She moved them in and out, curling them expertly inside your warm walls.
“Faster, please.”
Abby knew once you two were done tonight, every time she’d hear the word ‘please’ from you would be a trigger. She wanted to tease you, drag you to the edge, but she was aware of how frustrated you felt and it was pitiful. So she let you give her orders, just this once though.
She hit it. That magnificent spot of yours that sent you to the moon. You were a moaning mess, hairs sticking to your forehead with sweat while she kept thrusting her fingers forcefully.
“Fuck, Abby! There, holy fuck.” You blabbered, your back arching off the bed, and the pillow under you helped to reach your g spot smoothly. Abby was also panting, even groaning because you were giving her a show. The things she’d do to you from now on, whew, she was going to ruin you.
“So pretty, taking my fingers so well. Want you to come all over them, doll. You think you can do that for me?”
Nodding drastically up and down, she sped up if that was even possible. Your tummy swooped and you didn’t realize you had tears running down your cheeks. Abby’s face was blurry and your eyes struggled to focus. Your hand found her bicep, clawing it with your acrylic nails as you reached the delicious bliss.
“Shitshitshit!”
Moaning Abby’s name and profanities, you came on her fingers and probably her pants as well. You kept squirting while sobbing because you’ve never experienced an orgasm like this one, your legs shaking against your will. Now you were panting, catching your breath and when you opened your eyes and met with hers, reality hit you.
You opened your puffy lips to say something, but Abby cut you off.
“Next time it’ll be my cock.”
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florist! abby Headcanons ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
a/n: something quick n sweet you knowwwww got this random thought and had to write it I couldn’t resist I couldn’t. I also saw that no one done florist! abby(?) so I wanted to be the first to hop on! plus I missed writing for Abs — my baby, so enjoy ♡
warnings: 18+, MDNI, some fluff, gets smuttier halfway in, strap, blowjob (strap), eating you out, mentions of obsessive behaviors, polaroid nudes-ish, fingering, edging, public-sex-ishh, soft dom! Abby, tatted! Abby. Hinted at smoker Abby if you squint, petnames, fingers in mouth, masturbation, use of the word mommy, use of the word pussy, fem reader.
divider creds here
ೀ florist! Abby wears a basic white cropped t-shirt and black dickies under her beige apron. Her apron has a rainbow flag pin, with black pliers in one pocket. Doc Martins on her feet, tied miserably into a bow, it’s a miracle she doesn’t trip around the flower shop. She has a carabiner on her belt loop that jingles every time she walks.
– apart from smelling like the flowers (obvi bc of where she works) smells like heavy pine and fresh soap, like forget the additives – just clean if ykyk
ೀ florist! Abby gets little patchwork tattoos in random places: a dainty lavender tattoo on her wrist, a little crescent moon behind her ear, paw prints on her bicep for her late dog Alice, a ‘gentle artist’ in bolded times new roman font – but dainty on her forearm. Her knuckles are tatted spelling out “FUCK YOU”.
ೀ florist! Abby that has a ‘Save the Bees!’ sticker on the back of her phone case. Super Bee activist.
ೀ florist! Abby who spends all day in the floral shop, playing music from her playlist on the shop’s aux, slightly swaying to the music as she works on a bouquet. She works with such prestige, god her hands work so quickly at building arrangements but the outcome is so beautiful and that’s why she has many customers. She definitely uses any leftover flowers as bookmarks for her books.
ೀ florist! Abby who’s aux will go from Lauryn Hill to Boy Genius to Mac Miller — she gets compliments on her music taste by customers all the time.
ೀ florist! Abby stops working on a bouquet when you walk into the store because of how confused you look. Wanting to save a damsel in distress. Abby moves from her place at the counter walking over to where you stood looking at the different types of flowers, creeping behind you. You smell divine to her, driving her head crazy knowing that your scent alone will be stuck in her head all day. The floral shop is a slow yet steady business, so Abby definitely doesn’t forget a face or a smell. The form-fitting dress you wore that day, the way your hands bunched at the fabric in confusion had her head spinning!
“Beautiful aren’t they?” Abby whispers from behind you,
Actually scares the living shit out of you when you see her standing behind you, but the way the sun was hitting her face from the big window panels made you less nervous. Rather in awe at the beauty in front of you. Her sunkissed skin, and silky blonde mane, were raveled in a delicate braid with wispies around her face. The raspiness from her voice – which honestly sounded like a smoker's voice now that you thought about it.
ೀ florist! Abby who makes small talk with you while making your boquette for you (taking her slow sweet time), asking you where you’re from and what you’re doing in town? Absolutely praying that the flowers aren’t for some significant other of yours, Abby letting out an exhale when you say that they’re for your mom who you are visiting for dinner. When you mention you are unsure of what flowers to get don’t worry Abby will help you!
“So pretty girl, are you more minimalistic, talking Lilies, Gardenia’s, Jasmine – which is over there...or colorful? Which I think your beautiful self enjoys a nice Orchid, Camellia, or Begonia?”
Definitely shocks you with how well she knows her stuff
ೀ florist! Abby zones out when you are speaking and stares at your lips for far too long, looking at the way your pink gloss shines wondering how your pretty lips would look taking her strap. Percase covered in spit, from your saliva that has built up from blowing her off. Abby wanted to do nothing more than take the pretty little fabric ribbon from your hair and tie it around your hands as she went down on you while you beg her to touch you in all the right places – it was all a dream to her. Wet dreaming with you right in front of her.
Undeniably horny and touch deprived…she spends so much time in the floral shop she doesn’t have time for dating apps and finds shit like Tinder CORNY LOL.
Meanwhile, you are trying your hardest not to stare at the way her arms are flexing or how her fingers are paying delicate attention to your bouquet, mentally laughing at the “FUCK YOU” on her knuckles, it contrasted her soft nature so much.
ೀ florist! Abby who slips in a little note into your tote back when you’re not looking, with her number on it, hoping that you would find it and call her soon, Which you do find when you are scrambling for your keys on your way back to the car. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to give the overly, steaming attractive florist a call.
ೀ florist! Abby when the two of you start dating, she would teach you how to make a bouquet, standing closely behind you – her body right up against your back as you feel her breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you what to do
“Atta girl, look at that my sweet girl – woah! watch your hand there’s a thorn baby.”
Will definitely put her hands over yours as she works with the knife to make sure there isn’t any thorns so you don’t prick yourself.
ೀ florist! Abby fucking you in the flower shop, when the shop is closed. Having her head in between your thighs, as her jaw slacks – the sound of your juices sloshing against her mouth as she sends hums into your pussy making you let out low mewls. Bringing a hand up to cover your mouth but she slaps it away so that she can see you
“Don’t hide from me baby, I wanna see you…look at how beautiful you look whining for me doll”
ೀ florist! Abby who kept your lace underwear in her pocket after she fucked you in the floral shop keeping it for safe-keeping (pft…we all know what she is doing with that)
ೀ florist! Abby who shows you her small pocket-sized notebook full of different flowers and arrangement ideas she had. Even the sketches of a flower bouquet that she made inspired by you and all your favorite flowers.
ೀ florist! Abby definitely tucks flowers behind your ears, specifically a white or light-pink Carnation. Especially loves putting one behind your ear as she fucks you with her strap, missionary style so she can see your face – just loves your face honestly. Bending down to kiss your lips, her cheeks dusted red with the pressure she applies.
Tucking her head into your neck swiftly smelling the carnation that she put behind your ear driving her even further insane as she drills into you — makes her go faster.
ೀ When she starts teaching you more about flowers, Definitely uses sexual enforcement to get you to remember it. Will have you sat on her counter as she stands in between your legs – locking you in as she lunges two fingers into you, edging you and not letting you cum until you say the right name of the flower that she taught you. But you could hardly focus staring at her inked knuckles as they pump in and out of you which only makes you reach your climax even further.
“You wanna come don’t you my sweet girl? I know you want to…just say the name– awh don’t whine at me…I know you know it dollface, I don’t buy that you don’t.”
Sometimes she’ll give you a hint if the flower starts with one of the letters on her knuckles she will stick the corresponding finger into you, working at getting you just about there as her finger curls into you. Your vision is blurry as you can hardly tell what the letter is, moaning out as you try to focus on the order of the letters on her knuckles to catch the hint.
“C’mon baby I’m giving you a hint…pay attention sweetheart– focus!”
ೀ florist! Abby when you get it wrong and she finally lets you come — is fake-mad at you, shoving the lettered finger down your throat as you gag on her fingers covered in your juices.
“Baby the hinted letter was C, and the other finger was U, flower: Curcuma. You’ll get it right next time right sweetheart? You won’t let mommy down hmm?”
ೀ florist! Abby is definitely a soft dom just saying… soft as hell, loves when you hold her – kiss her, and skin-to-skin contact is important as hell she just wants to feel you and loves when you baby her.
ೀ Definitely keeps a Polaroid of you holding flowers in pink floral lingerie in her beige apron and another one of you in her wallet, that way she has you on her at all times (honestly probably touched herself to blow off some steam after a hard shift while looking at it)
ೀ Depending on how far the relationship goes, especially if y’all start talking marriage will get your favorite flower tatted and not tell you until you see a dainty tattoo of your favorite flower on her collarbone slightly above her heart as she is filling you up, you questioning her in between moans about it.
“Mmhm…fuck is that new? Shit..abbyplease – wait is that my favorite flower?” You ask, as she grinds into you – your finger dragging against the tattoo
“Yes baby, you’re all mine. Mine…mine…mine” As she pounds harder into to you each time she says mine. Obsessive, possessive + territorial, let’s talk about it
ೀ florist! Abby is overall just a sweetheart who loves you so much and just wants you to be her pretty flower – her muse, you definitely inspire most of her bouquets and she is so happy you ran into her shop looking for flowers that day.
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It gives me the ick when i read abby x readers and instead of calling her abby they call her “bibi”
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reblog if your name isn't Ashley.
2,121,566 people are not Ashley and counting!
We’ll find you Ashley.
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pressure.
housewife!reader x handyman!ellie
cw : 18+ mdni // afab!reader, infidelity, swearing, shower sex, rough sex, inaccurate plumbing descriptions lmfao // not proofread
an : this was birthed from this ask I got and it was supposed to be a tiny baby smut drabble and now it’s this ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა ♡ but yay for me I’m out of my writing slump- also I do not whatsoever condone cheating, but the housewife fucking the help trope always get me I’m sorry, sue me. Also divider creds here. happy reading - sincerely, sugar ✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚
“So can you fix it?”
Ellie turned her head at the sound of your sweet voice, like a siren song that had been tempting her all afternoon.
She was hooked from the minute she heard it over the phone, sounding distressed as you explained that the water from your shower head was no longer flowing. She felt her throat get dry as you spoke about how you desperately needed some stress relief. How you needed the pressure. And when she showed up at you door a half hour later, Ellie knew she was completely and totally fucked.
“Ellie…?”
She jolted and internally slapped herself for gawking at you and fantasizing about shit she knew she couldn’t have.
“Shit sorry, yeah, it’s a simple issue! Your pressure valve is cracked. I have a replacement in my kit that should fit, so I’ll be out of your hair soon.”
A soft pout graced your lips as you played nervously with the hem of your fluffy cardigan sleeve, “that’s a shame. Kinda like having someone around the house.”
Ellie flushed at your words and quickly turned back- she was here to work not flirt. But, fuck, we’re you making it hard.
“You’re a lifesaver,” you continued, tentatively walking into the bathroom and perching on the toilet seat, “my wife usually does this sort of thing, but she’s been gone a lot recently.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm- work trips. Sometimes for weeks at a time.” You sighed.
“You must miss her a lot,” Ellie sympathized, while she screwing a bolt back into place. You remained silent, chewing on your lip, guilt evident on your face but sadness overwhelming in your eyes.
“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?” Ellie teased.
Your frown deepened, “my marriage is…far from paradise- used to be perfect, until my wife started fucking every fresh-out-of-undergrad intern she met at every single one of her firms international offices.”
Ellie dropped her wrench at your blunt statement and you giggled softly. “Sorry that was way too much information. God, I’m such a cliche- bored housewife boring anyone that gives her a molecule of attention.” You blurted, laughing awkwardly.
“Hey,” Ellie felt her heart tug in sympathy for you. She sat on the edge of the tub and touched your thigh affectionately, “you’re not a cliche. I’m genuinely sorry about all the shit with your wife.”
She smiled at you as she stood up, wiping her dirty hands on her work clothes. Then she twisted the knob on the shower until water started to stream out, hot and heavy, just how you liked it.
“Oh my god! Thank you so much!” You cried, clutching her bicep in excitement. “This months water bill is gonna be sooo high.”
Ellie chuckled and tried not to focus on the searing heat shocking it’s way up through her body at your touch. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Is there anything I can do to repay you?” You said. You were laying the hints on so thick, it was bordering on desperate, but Ellie was by far the most attractive women you’ve ever seen and you needed her. Badly.
“We’ve got you card on file! No need for anything else.”
You blinked up at her, running your manicured fingernail across the sharp line of her jaw and Ellie felt a shiver wrack through her. “You sure?”
You two were too close now, nothing could’ve stopped what was happening. Ellie second guessed herself as your lips brushed against hers, not yet a kiss, but just as debilitating to her self control. You were married- Ellie had even seen your wedding pictures framed on her way in. But, you weren’t happy. It was so obvious, and Ellie, who always seemed to find herself in these situations, knew you needed help. Why she always found herself playing the knight in shining armor role, she’d never know. But what she did know, was that you were devastatingly gorgeous and her boxers were growing damper by the second.
“Fuck it-” Ellie crashed her lips with yours and you let out a sigh of contentment. Finally.
She kissed you with such vigor that your back was slammed against the wall with the force of it, her big hands gripping your hips as she tasted your mouth.
She trailed her lips down your neck, palming your tits and you felt your nipples tighten in pleasure. Your mouth hung open at how good it felt to finally be touched after months of cold nights in bed, missing your wife- and hating yourself for it.
Ellie pulled back, taking you in, and suppressed a moan- you looked wrecked: eyes blow out, lips swollen, thighs pressing together in your tight little yoga pants. “Have to make this quick babe, I got another job in 20 minutes.” Ellie said, though her words didn’t match her eyes. She was looking at you like she wanted to take her sweet time tearing you apart.
You nodded your head jerkily, “I have an idea.”
You clutched your cardigan and pulled it over your head in one swift motion, revealing your stunning bare chest. Your tits jumped with each heavy breath of anticipation you took, effectively hypnotizing Ellie.
“Fuck. Yes. Whatever it is. Yes,” she said, scrambling to take off her coveralls and dirty wifebeater.
You stripped down the rest of the way, leaving a trail of clothing leading to the shower.You turned the knobs, and stepped beneath the cascade of water, beckoning an eager Ellie to join you. Once she did, you could’ve came instantly, the wet slide of her body on yours and the toe curling image of her lithe muscles dripping and glistening with water.
“Let’s put my hard work to use, yeah?” She said, flipping you and tugging your back against her firm chest.
You whimpered from the aggression, head too fuzzy to focus on anything but her hands on your body, “huh?”
Ellie grinned at your fucked-out confusion, before grabbing the shower head. She trailed it over your chest first, watching delighted as the rainfall setting made you shiver. Then she trailed the head down to the heat between your thighs and your knees immediately buckled.
“Oh fuck-” you twisted your head into Ellie as she pressed the shower head deeper and harder against your pussy.
“God you’re sensitive, your wife never make you feel this good?”
You shook your head jerkily, clutching desperately onto Ellie’s forearm, holding on for dear life as the shower head’s stream abused your cunt.
“Yeah? You like that huh, the pressure strong enough for you baby?” She teased, but all your comebacks were gone, your brain was mush, all you could think about was Ellie. Ellie. Ellie.
She knew you were close when your hips started uncontrollably bucking up into her hand, and she could see a few tears mixing with the drool and sweat and shower water.
“You close, angel?”
You nodded, “Please, I need it Ellie. Need to come, please, please, pl-“
Ellie smirked at your begging, and then she switched the nozzle to jet stream and your jaw instantly dropped into a silent scream, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. Ellie didn’t let up, she comforted you through your orgasm but made sure the water pulsed right into your clit, holding you against her chest tightly so you couldn’t escape the pleasure. “I know, I know- that’s it baby.” You tried to push her hand away weakly, but she held firm. “Just gimme one more, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded your head and leaned back into her, trusted Ellie to take care of you. She switched the nozzle again to the massage setting, and soon the water was shooting out in tight periodic streams, battering your already sensitive clit, working you up again and edging you closer to a second orgasm. It wasn’t the pressure that sent you over the edge in the end, but the feeling of Ellie grinding her clit against your ass- knowing she was using you to get off, so enamored by the image of teary eyed and blissed out against her, it was all too much. You came so hard the darkness behind your eyelids burst with light, and the only thing tethering you to this plane was Ellie’s heaving breath in your ear as she came right alongside you.
She switched off the shower head, thumping back against the tiles in exhaustion. She held your shaking form in her arms, rubbing your back as you came down from your high.
“Fuck- that was…”
“Incredible? Amazing? The best sex you’ve ever had?” You offered, voice still hoarse from all the screaming.
She laughed, and shook her head, “you’re lucky you’re cute- where’d all that cockiness come from angel?”
“I’m right though.”
Ellie rolled her eyes, and then dipped her head down to kiss you sweetly. Butterflies started to swarm in your tummy at the gentleness. What the fuck?
“Yeah, you are.” She agreed. “So uh… I was thinking maybe one day we could go out for-”
The sound of keys made both of your freeze. Your eyes widened in shock.
“What the f-”
“Shhh!” You slammed a hand over her mouth. Ellie resisted the urge to lick it, knowing this was a serious situation.
You both heard the heavy swoop of the front door swinging open downstairs. Your stomach dropped.
“Honey?” Your wife’s voice called, “I’m home early. Surprise! Where are you bunny?”
Fuck.
part II (coming soon)
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