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dads best friend!abby scenario cause why the hell not.
cw: sexual themes mdni, age gap, abby’s a cocky but charming asshole, power dynamics-ish?
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— "Oh and honey? Doctor Anderson's coming over for dinner"
Everything felt oppressively hot and everything felt impossibly tight. The food seared your tongue, humid steam rising from the vegetables on your plate causing your throat to constrict and your eyes to sting with tears. Your right hand was clenched in a tight fist, left hand gripping your fork like it might grow legs and run away if you let go of your grasp. Your tights were itching relentlessly, tank top strap kept sliding off of your shoulder and built itself a home down your arm. Your lipgloss felt too sticky and your palms too clammy, you felt agitated, uncomfortable and way too goddamn nervous.
You felt consumed.
You didn’t know why.
Sure, Doctor Anderson was attractive, with palms twice bigger than yours. She wore a tight fitted muscle tee that had you squinting then turning your head around fast enough to crack your neck, noticing a goddamn six pack poking through maroon fabric. And yeah, she had an intoxicating scent of pine and wood and a hint of pepper that made your eyes nearly roll back inside of your skull, voice silky smooth, thighs firm and muscular, eyes icy blue, a smile that made you melt and all that stupid jazz,
but none of these things were a good enough explanation to why you were feeling this way — dazed, stupid, all bothered.
She sat down on the dinner table’s leather chair in a manspread as if she owned the place, and her thighs bulked up even more, veins of her arms becoming more prominent. She always knew what to say, and when you cracked a joke about orthopedic surgeons she cheekily told you to “watch it” — which made you thickly gulp and sheepishly smile down to the floor like your idol from age thirteen just told you they want to marry you and have you forever.
You needed an ice bath, but she also wouldn’t stop goddamn looking at you, even when you made it clear that eye contact with the surgeon, your father’s best friend, was a task that you apparently couldn’t manage to complete.
Her look made you nervous, and when she narrowed her eyes you nearly choked on a carrot, and when your father asked you “What’s wrong, kid?” you couldn’t even answer because what was wrong — was that you had to cross your legs together cause of some aching down there, and what was wrong is that his best friend made you feel like you were losing your mind at 9pm with a fork glued to your palm.
So you lied.
“M’just... tired, I guess” you murmured, then fake yawned, then internally cringed at yourself for performing the worlds fakest goddamn yawn.
“Already?” he voiced, shifting his gaze towards a visibly amused Abby. “Quite the night owl, that one... usually”
"What can I say, dad, loooong day" answered you, with a syrupy voice she wanted to stick her fingers inside and lick.
Abby chuckled, then smirked at you even though the response wasn’t directed at her. Then, she looked over to your father who was gnawing on some overcooked steak.
“She’s a kid, needs to get her sleep”
You scoffed, which made doctor Anderson poke the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “What...?” she murmured cockily, cracking a toothy grin. Your tights felt tight again, glued to your hot flesh, then you realized why they fucking call them tights because dammit they really are tight.
“I'm not a kid, can, y’know... drink, and stuff. Plus... M'busy, with... College"
You sounded like a damn idiot. All Abby did was chuckle and tilt her head back slightly, leaning further back in her chair.
“T'aw, I know, What'ryou studying again? Fashion science?”
You scoffed, crossing your arms. That bitch.
"Sorry I don't wanna go to medical school and spend seven years of my life sticking my hands down a corpse"
So you didn’t go to your room after that, caught up in a whirlwind of proving a point. You stayed stubbornly with your feet glued to the floor and listened to Abby and your father ramble and yap on about work shenanigans. Usually, you’d semi doze off at this point, go on your phone and occasionally throw a snarky remark, but this was different. She was different than any of his other friends. Abby was actually funny, she didn’t brag too much, and if she did it faded quick cause she really was that good.
Abby threw a reference to a book you thought no one else had read except for you. You timidly lifted your gaze and remarked, “Oh, i read that book, actually”
Abby smiled and flattened her hands on the wooden table. “Smart cookie, huh? Did you like it?”
You batted your eyelashes like a kitten seeking more strokes at the praise, not noticing that body language of yours.
But she did.
You talked about the book for a solid ten minutes. Your father was the one, surprisingly, to go on his phone and faux-snort when he felt excluded from the conversation ran by two intellectuals and a giant elephant who goes by the name of "Tension", in the middle of the room.
Abby made you laugh and she made you think and she listened to your anecdotes. It made you buzz with electricity, and it made you yearn for her attention.
it also made her long for yours.
Your father interrupted by showing Abby a picture from work. When her eyes lowered to his phone, she shot you a lingering gaze and a smirk. You, feeling a rush of heat to your cheeks, shyly looked away.
It was tight everywhere all over again.
So they talked more about work, Abby’s patients, their coworkers, Doctor Martha’s chicken pot pie, Doctor Johnson’s bizarre antics, the glass door no one bothered on calling to be fixed, blah blah blah, an endless stream of chatter.
And you listened, you listened with rapt attention, every ounce of your focus aimed at the prospect of another one-on-one conversation with Abby. Each time the older woman casted you with a quick glance, you flushed even harder. You waited, and waited and waited but your father was a blabber mouth, and you were oh so impatient,
you began mindlessly kicking the wooden table's legs.
Your sock-covered feet shifted restlessly from side to side, then you tucked them beneath your chair and resumed kicking, the movements gaining force. You curled your toes and continued to play with the table's handles. Abby winced, but you didn’t pay her any mind. You kicked again, with more force now.
You sighed.
Abby cleared her throat, and her cheeks suddenly bore a faint crimson blush. You couldn't help but notice, hm, must be the red wine finally catching on to her form. Ignoring, you kicked again, and the doctors back straightened and she stiffened in response. Your father asked her a question, and Abby… stammered.
“Yeah, that guys… uh— yeah”
You rested your chin on your hands and lightly tapped your fingertips against your cheeks thrice.
Then you kicked again, harder, you were bored and restless, waiting, give me some attention, Abby —
And then, you felt a pair of shoes encase your feet, ankles creating a cage around yours. It was then and only then that you had the startling realization: you hadn't been kicking the table at all. Instead, you had been unknowingly engaged in a game of footsies beneath the table with a goddamn world class surgeon.
And oh god did you want to die.
And oh god did abby sport a shit eating grin on her face that only you seemed to catch.
You froze, not even able to release your feet from her iron like grip. Unmistakably, she didn’t seem to release her grip either. So she kept them there, caged and locked.
“Alright,” your father sighed and cleared his throat. “Got some cuban cigars in the yard, shall we?” he gestured towards Abby, who was still holding your feet in her tight grasp.
“Yeah, go ‘head, I’ll just clear the table” she murmured absentmindedly. So kind and polite, huh?
You father chuckled and tapped abby on her shoulder, as he rose from his sit and straightened his back. “Nah, let the kid handle it”
Abby shot you a glance. Your pupils were dilated and your chest heaved rapidly up and down.
“She's not a kid, remember?”
Abby let go of your feet and you rose from the chair with such haste, you nearly had whiplash. When you lifted your plate, staying mute, looking like a deer caught in headlights as your father paced towards the yard, Abby gazed at you, and her eyebrow arched up in utter amusement.
“You uh, play soccer, by any chance?” quipped her, crossing her arms on her firm hard muscly chest.
You gulped.
“Huh?”
Abby lifted her wine glass to her lips, taking a sip that left a glistening sheen on her bottom lip. A chuckle escaped her.
“Jus’, y’know… with all the kicking, and everything. I mean, take a girl out for a drink before you do all that, yeah?”
You stood in shock, you didn’t speak, didn’t mutter a word, merely humming in response. Abby grabbed the plates from your hand, and then she grabbed the salt.
She furrowed her eyebrows and huffed. “M'just ’joking, smart cookie. If you wanna play, let's play"
Then you heard your father’s voice down the hall.
“Sweetheart?” he paced closer as Abby walked towards the sink. He leaned over the wall,
“forgot to mention it to you but, Abby’s staying over for the weekend”
#abby anderson fanfiction#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson smut#abby smut#abby anderson x you#abby anderson drabble#dbf!abby#doctor!abby#abby anderson fic#abby anderson#tlou2 fic
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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐄. 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. explicit sexual content. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢.
—୨♡୧ now playing 𝐟𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭 (𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐞)
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐
instances in which you share messages with 𝐃𝐁𝐅!𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘…
— 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 you just couldn't help yourself. your fleeting tender touches strayed beneath the table cloth's gentle veil. you gingerly grazed the toe of your shoe along abby's calf at an excruciatingly slow pace, leaving her freckled cheeks to tint a deeper shade of crimson in the candlelight's warm glow. as nice as the dinner your parents hosted was, it was something else on the menu that you craved.
— 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐞 abby's little neighborhood's sweetheart was on her best behavior on this occasion, particularly keen on catering to each and every single need of her very own special guest. her frilly little dress swayed as she eagerly twirled around the sunny backyard, all smiles and goodie two shoes. or so it only seemed.
༺♡︎༻𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @scarstarlet @millersaurora @anchoeritic @ellabsprincess @seraqhites @cowgirlcherrie @abbyskitty @destielcore @elliessknife @dropsofs4turn @milllersfae @cherriesxinthespring @dixonsdolls @digit4lslut @porcelainbambi @angvlita @kissesskittens @fxiryverse @elliesbelle @starologist @kokomos @xioriae @machetegirl109 @abbys-wife @lightpinkprincess444 @hazywazysmind @winfleurs @elliephobic @lias-writings @lonelyfooryouonly @beforeimdeceased @angel4abby @hehatesmati
︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶
#abby the last of us#the last of us#abby tlou#abby anderson fic#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson imagine#abby anderson#abby anderson drabble#abby anderson fan fiction#abby anderson blurb#abby anderson tlou#abby anderson the last of us#abby anderson tlou2#abby anderson the last of us 2#dbf abby#dbf!abby#abby anderson fanfic#abby anderson texts#[♡ᵎ] 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬
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dbf!abby who was such a fucking tease, playing footsies with u under the table while ur parents were asking u questions about college, ur major, and any new friends u had dbf!abby who would brush up against ur ass while u were helping your mom wash the dishes, apologizing in that low, sultry voice that makes ur thighs clench together and ur pussy dripping wet dbf!abby who drags u away from ur parents’ colleagues for some “help” upstairs, telling them that you’d be back in fifteen minutes (you were gone for the rest of the night.) dbf!abby who drags u to ur childhood bedroom and practically throws u on the bed, attacking ur neck in an instant as she mutters about how much of a tease u r. “u and this fucking skirt r gonna me the death of me,” she groans as u tilt ur head back, immediately letting her have her way with u dbf!abby who now has u in-between her legs, skirt lifted up to ur stomach and panties discarded somewhere across the room dbf!abby who wastes no time dipping her large fingers in ur sopping cunt, throwing her head back at how wet u r: “ur so fuckin’ pathetic, baby; haven’t even done anything to u yet and ur already dripping down ur thighs—” dbf!abby who begins rutting her thick fingers into u at a fast pace, causing u to claw at her thighs: “abs— s-slow down, my parents—” abby chuckles at ur pathetic moans, knowing deep down that u really didn’t give a fuck about anybody downstairs hearing u and abby dbf!abby who fingers u even faster, leaving marks all over ur neck as she whispers: “come on, let ‘em hear, baby: let everybody know how good i’m makin’ u feel—” dbf!abby who guides u through ur orgasm, whispering praises in ur ear as she kisses ur cheek: “i know, i know, just let it all out f’me...”
#x black fem reader#x black reader#the last of us part two#abby anderson#tlou abby#abby anderson headcanons#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x black reader#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x you#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby x reader#abby x you#muscle mommy abby#abby anderson x black!reader#abby anderson x blk!reader#dbf!abby
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[*ੈ✩] 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐎 • 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐒
synopsis: you believe your girlfriend ellie has cheated on you and return home only to fall into tears when suddenly your dad’s best friend decides to cheer you up
pairing: dbf!abby anderson x reader x ellie williams
warning: problematic age gap (reader is 20 abby is in her mid 30s), mentions of cheating and the act thereof, sex so minors and men do not interact, somewhat angsty and perhaps a multiple part series if you guys want it!
Tears welled up in your eyes as you attempted to hold back sobs, hands gripping the steering wheel with all of its strength as though the mere thought of letting go would’ve made you shatter onto the ground, collapse. You bit down hard on your lips, a failed attempt to silence yourself and your phone still occasionally lit up with notifications from Ellie you’ve stopped yourself from reading a while ago.
Els <3: Babe please talk to me. You know there is nothing going on, please. Let me explain it, you’re the only one. You’re my girl.
Once the missed calls and texts died down in defeat you could finally gather your thoughts in a sigh, hands rubbing your eyes with an agression unneeded to dry tears, and it suddenly dawned on you the feeling of a stare piercing through your side that your brain has been ignoring the past couple minutes, a curse escaping your lips as you saw the flipped light of your neighbour who calmly approached the car with a concerned expression.
Overprotection was a word so familiar to you it must’ve attached itself to your family tree, and Abby Anderson was its version personified, you had moved out and even then the furthest you could’ve gotten from your parents was straight next door to your dad’s best friend. She would be sure to tell them about this and your fate would remain to be scolded and ostracised for not being able to care of yourself, alone at night crying in a driveway like the foolish child they had always claimed you to be, over a girl nevertheless. You wanted to disappear, melt into the leather seats and escape her gaze, though it was far too late, the blonde was fast knocking on your window.
“Hey petal, you okay?” She asked as you rolled down the glass, hiding a sniff on your sweater’s sleeve, swallowing tears.
“Hi Ms.Anderson”
“It’s just Abby, sweetheart” She corrects you nonchalantly before slowly opening the car door and slipping into the seat next to you “It’s almost two in the morning, why are you out here crying? Do you need me to call your dad-“
“No! God, no! Please it’s just, just stupid. I saw my girlfriend kissing someone else. Didn’t want to go into the house and see pictures of her spread around my room yet”
“That’s not stupid. Heartbreak is always awful, especially when you’re young, I’m so sorry” She says, and with the kindness you dissolve into your crying once again, a mess of sobs. It takes Abby a moment, but it still happens far too quick, her arms suddenly wrapped around your shaking body drawing circles over your back as to calm you down, she’s hushing you and placing your hair behind your ears and you are deeply embarrassed but so far gone to stop “Shhh, petal, look at me”
“I’m so sorry. You deserve so much more than that” Her voice is low, steady, there is something in it that tastes like yearning at the tip of your tongue and all your attempts to brush it off as incoherent dissipated under her intense gaze, staring at you quizzically in a silence so pure it left only heavy breathing to echo and you were scared at your close faces she’d be able to hear your heartbeat, understand what you yourself were struggling to in that moment when her eyes dropped from yours onto your lips.
“Ms.Anderson…” You breathed out hesitantly
“It’s Abby” She corrects you once again until her thumb finds its way to your cheek, gripping your face in her palm as though debating something internally while you melt into her strong touch, finding a stability within her hold that you had been craving for a long while now, too flustered in your thoughts to fully consider what it means when she took that same finger and brushed it against your lips toying with its plump softness into opening lightly for her, finger coming into your mouth to be wet by your tongue flipping around it in a suction movement. The blue in Abby’s eyes darken.
She leans forward once your eyes trace up doe looking at her, she removes her finger with a pop to press your lips together and there is an unexpected softness within the hunger, she takes her time exploring the insides of your mouth gripping your chin to steady in place. There is still time to stop, she thinks to herself, but then her grip lowers to your throat in a light chokehold and the moans you kept release inside your kiss and its muffled sound is enough to drive her past sensibility and even insanity.
“Let me show you how a real woman takes care of you, please” She’s begging and you’re blushing and nodding furiously, a whimper stuck to your throat which is not enough for her “Use your words, petal”
“Y-yes, please” You stutter out not missing the smirk growing on her face, Abby is quick to trail kisses down your neck so wet it distracts you from her hands by the clasp of your bra letting it fall onto the car’s floor, she lifts your shirt up in one swift movement and suddenly her mouth is by your breasts, hovering over your nipples until her warm breath sent them into goosebumps. You whimper impatient and she chuckles taking one into her hand and the other into her mouth, tracing circles over your sensitive area until you’re panting, knees pressing together in anticipation for her tongue elsewhere.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful” Abby whispers into your skin before moving onto the neglected breast for its own sucking “I bet your little girlfriend didn’t even know what to do with you”
Your eyes flash sadness amongst the arousal and Abby takes none of it, hands quickly unbuttoning the pants you wore and forcing them down your thighs before pressing a slap against them that shakes your body and clears your mind “Gonna make you feel good, yeah? Forget all about her”
She has her fingers down your underwear in a second, muttering curses under her breath at the wetness that completely enveloped her hand, she watches you squirm under her from the lightest of pressure and proceeds to push one finger inside, circling motions hitting your clit continuously, you are a mess of moans when her free hand grabs at your waist and straightens you forwards into riding her hand, second finger added.
“Such a good girl fucking herself on my fingers, such a fucking good girl” She mutters watching you pick up your pace, she’s kissing on your exposed skin and digging her nails across your back, uses her strenght to carry you onto her lap which only digs her fingers deeper inside you, a scream lodged in your throat from the overstimulation “Does she get you all worked up and wet like this, does she even know how to treat this pretty little pussy?” She slaps it with the question and your answer gets lost midway out.
“Abby, I’m gonna-“
“No you’re not, gotta taste you first, pretty girl” Just like that she flips you over, head where you once sat on the driver’s seat and legs up in the air, her mouth quickly latches onto your dripping cunt and it practically slurps on it.
Cat: She didn’t kiss me back. Didn’t want to need to text you this shit but Ellie’s crying and I didn’t want this to happen, I just thought she liked me. Guess she’s too into you. I don’t get it either.
Els<3: I’m kcmhng ovrr to ur hojse so we can talkkd okay pls wait fofr me i loeve you sos much baby
#dbf!abby#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson smut#the last of us fanfiction#lesbian#ellie williams x reader#abby anderson fanfic#ellie williams fanfic#ellabs x reader
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credit to @abbyspinesoap on twitter for the edit ! my pussy exploded.
#abby anderson x reader#abby#abby anderson#abby x reader#abby anderson edit#doctor!abby#to ME#maybe even#dbf!abby
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what au abby do yall wanna see more? and in what genre? i gotta knoowww
#lesbian#lgbtq#wlw#the last of us ii#the last of us#tlou#abby anderson#tlou2#abby anderson imagine#tumblr polls#abby anderson x female reader#doctor!abby#mechanic!abby#professor!abby#dbf!abby
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i play the last of us for the plot
the plot:
#tlou2#tlou#abby anderson#joel miller#ellie williams#abby tlou#joel tlou#ellie tlou#ellie tlou2#abby the last of us#abby x fem!reader#ellie x reader#dbf!joel#joel the last of us
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hello, darlings! i’ve finally compiled my fic list for kinktober 2023! i apologise for my inactivity as of late, being employed sucks fr😞 (kidding ofc) without further adieu, let me present the fics! as always, 18+ only please!
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𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
DARK, abby anderson & ellie williams x reader, non-con, drugging
𝗜𝗜
𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 ‘𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 ‘𝗲𝗺 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗻
bradley bradshaw, overstimulation
𝗜𝗜𝗜
𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗴
DARK, alpha!aemond targaryen, a/b/o, stalking, obsession, forced mating
𝗜𝗩
𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿
dadsbestfriend!eddie munson, taboo, age gap, dacryphilia
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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲
hockey!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader, brat taming, hate sex
𝗩𝗜
𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻’ 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵
joel miller, exhibitionism
𝗩𝗜𝗜
𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲
DARK, james potter, sex pollen
tagging mutuals; @pxgeturner @lilacletter @lovetrt @amourrs @wlfpet @changemunson @cinnamoncunt @cosmal @mysticmunson @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @elsweetheart @evermoreal @suncoves @slightly-smarter-nat @falcqns @gxtitobxby @ghostlyfleur @heartmorgue @headkiss @jamespottersmommy @vnusology @vermithorn @vampieteeth @targaryenvampireslayer @odairsangel @oncasette @rafesmuse @inklore @indouloureux
#kinktober#kinktober 2023#urvampgf’s kinktober 2023#writer#writers on tumblr#smut writing#eddie munson x reader#dbf!eddie munson#bradley bradsaw x reader#abby anderson x reader#ellie williams x reader#Ellie x Abby x reader#James potter x reader#joel miller x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#writing#tlou fanfic#stranger things fanfic#tlou smut#stranger things smut#hotd fic#hotd smut#the marauders smut#the marauders fic
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asking your father “daddy, pass me the salt please?” which results in dads best friend! abby accidentally reaching for it with with her muscular arm, and your father shooting her this look — that makes her choke on her spit as soon as she realizes. “oh, sorry i heard abby”, she clears her throat and merely blinks at you, “sounds way too similar”
then, she doesn’t look at you for the entire meal. does’t bother even muttering a word in your direction. when you pout at her, (purposefully exaggerating it to it’s fullest), she gives you this look and it’s so fucking stern �� a look that’s simply saying “don’t test me”, making you want to drop down on your knees and apologize untill all she can hear is the word “sorry” for the rest of eternity.
it’s only when you both go help your mother to unload the dishes, that she comes up behind you, grabbing your hips with her palms to “sway you out of the way”, that you hear a faint, austere murmur in your ear. “try me again, and you won’t be able to sit down for a week, yeah?”
#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson smut#dbf!abby#when i tell u this is all ive been thinking about#abby anderson fanfiction
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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: the term "rosy" refers to the readers rouge clad cheeks specifically, not the readers actual skin tone in any way shape or form. enjoy reading!!
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: a corrupted innocent (hyper) femme reader & dad's best friend slash milf abby anderson type pairing.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. explicit sexual content. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢.
—୨♡୧ now playing 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 (𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢)
𝐃𝐁𝐅!𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 craves more of that sugar and spice you got…
in warm sugared hues, small specks of flour dusted the rosy apples of your cheeks, that you so delicately sifted into a porcelain bowl just a few minutes prior, blending the creamy batter with each tender turn of the whisk in sugar's sweet caress, as the candied aroma of vanilla meshed with fine sprinkles of cinnamon left a trail of delight.
the silky frills neatly draped along the hemline of that dainty apron tied snugly around your waist gently swayed, whilst you tiptoed around your quaint kitchen, softly molding the buttery warmth of the dough into tiny morsels, so sweet for your loving parents to enjoy, once they get back home.
little did they know, their seemingly innocent sweetheart, an angel pure in their sight, harbored a secret beneath that sugary guise of hers. one, in which your charming, gentle giant next door neighbor and dad's best bud anderson, payed you frequent special visits to get a lasting taste of her most beloved special treat, always coming back to savor that sticky sweetness of yours on the very tip of her tongue, when their watchful eyes aren't around.
bending you over the counter adorned in delectable swirls of glossy frosting and powdered sugar, abby slipped the rough pads of her fingers through the lovely little ribbon of that apron wrapped behind the small of your back. flipping your skirt up over your hips she gingerly traced the rough flat of her palm between the plush of those swollen lips to your drooling princess parts, "you're irresistible, d'you know that cupcake?".
soft mewls bubbled away in your throat, as she relentlessly left light smacks against your spread out pussy, glazing her thick digits in the creamy slick of your love juices, almost as sweet as the tender-hearted dessert you so docilely prepared.
oh, how she loved fucking her little darling baker stupid. having you almost forget that special family recipe of yours, you tucked so closely to your heart, from all that teasing and toying with her dearest treat right between your thighs, "acting like a good girl in front of daddy, but are truly such a needy little play thing for momma, huh. aren't you, baby?"
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hiii!! i’m khlo. she/her. bisexual. mexicana latina. sanrio n spider man obsessed.
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let the rain sing. finale (a.a)
wc;cw: 3.1K, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap (oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi<3, smut MDNI, abby gets imsorry head :/, mentions of prescriptions, depression, loss, therapy, some sad, but also some happy :)
You woke up to Abby’s warm body next to you.
Her arm was thrown over your waist, your back against her chest as she inhaled her scent in the crook of your neck. She must’ve been awake for a while and didn’t want to wake you up. You arched back to get closer to signal your unrest, and she yanked your body towards hers so your skin was mashed together. You released a content sigh and melted into her mattress.
Your eyes fluttered back shut until she started kissing your neck. They were slow and gentle, but they made your stomach turn despite your exhaustion. You never thought you would be tolerant of somebody interrupting your rest.
Her hand was soft as it massaged your hip, slowly moving up your side with delicate squeezes before reaching around to cup your breast. You whimpered into her pillow when she played with your nipple, twirling and pulling at the soft skin. Your hand came from under the pillow, landing atop hers. She released the grip she had on your chest, and you laced your fingers with hers. You could feel her shuddering breath against your neck when her hand squeezed yours.
You exhaled heavily and dropped her grasp, reaching to grab the back of her neck to pull her down to connect your lips. She whined at the feel of your mouth on hers, lips molding against each other at a slow pace. The sun wasn’t even up yet.
You waited for her to make a move and touch you, but she wouldn’t. She just… kissed you.
The movement of her lips was soft. Needy, but not demanding like last night. Your heart was skipping miles per minute.
You don’t know how long you kissed for, but your neck started hurting after a while. You quickly separated and flipped to face her, and she didn’t hesitate to hold you close and kiss you again.
She caressed your face like you were made of glass, her tongue gliding against yours. You swung your leg over her waist and pushed her flat onto the mattress, climbing on top of her and attacking her jaw. She gasped when you sucked under her ear, on her lobe, down her neck again.
You kissed your way down her body, licking over her nipples. Her hand came up to the back of your head to pull you closer, whimpering when you nipped the skin with your teeth. You gave her a soothing suck before making your way down her stomach.
Abby’s legs fell open the closer you got to her dripping pussy. You dragged your tongue over her abs before kissing her hips, grabbing her thighs to lift them over your shoulder just how she likes.
You kissed and sucked on the taut muscles of her legs, leaving bruises on her soft skin. They were visible even in the dark.
You felt around, sliding your hand down her thigh until you grazed the wetness of her pussy. She moaned when your index finger rubbed her clit slowly, the squelchy sounds of her pussy filling your ears. You spread her soaking lips apart and licked a trail from her entrance to her clit, making her whine your name.
Your core squeezed at the sound before your lips closed around her clit. Her hips bucked into your face, and you used all your strength to hold them down so you could tongue her properly.
Your wet muscle massaged over her throbbing bud over and over again, each pulse forcing another out of you. Her hand returned to hold you down, her scent surrounding you completely.
“Feels s’fucking good— “
Her voice was slurry and thick, and you moaned into her pussy. Her moans increased, her breaths jerky and quick as her orgasm quickly approached. Her nails dug into your scalp and her thighs tensed under the squeeze of your hands, mumbling m’close, baby!
Your tongue flicked on her clit faster, alternating between shoving inside her and sucking her clit until she cried out your name.
You pushed your tongue past her entrance and rubbed her clit with your thumb, her body wracking under yours as she squealed in pleasure. Her juices pooled on your tongue, and you swallowed it all happily, letting her ride out her pleasure on your face.
She sounds as sweet as she tastes, and she’s gorgeous when she cums.
You lapped at her clit until she went limp, her chest rising and falling from her heavy breaths. You kissed her still pulsing bud one last time before kissing up her body gently. You pecked her neck and straddled her, pressing a kiss on her lips. Her features were barely visible, but you noticed that she couldn’t meet your eyes. She just… gazed at the ceiling.
You didn’t press, plopping your head down in the crook of her neck, relaxing your weight completely. Her soft hands tickled your spine.
Your heart dropped when she whispered to you.
M’not doing good.
… Do you wanna talk about it?
I’m still tired, she huffed.
Alright, you whispered back.
You were met with Abby’s resting face when you woke up again.
Abby slept like a doll. Her floral-scented hair was spread out on her satin pillows, the fat of her cheek squished against the cushion as she breathed gently and deeply. This was the calmest you’ve ever seen her. All the stress was gone from her face with every small twitch of her nose, every flutter of her eyelids. She was dreamlike in her dream state.
You gently brought your hand up from under the blankets to rub your eyes before removing the blankets from over you. You climbed out of her bed and grabbed the longue shirt that she draped over the bedpost, throwing it over your head and exiting her room to travel down the stairs.
You walked over to the coffee table that still held the discarded wine glasses and your phone. Your screen was filled with messages and missed calls from your parents. A heavy sigh left you as you plopped down on Abby’s sofa, redialing your dad’s line.
It rang a few times before your father’s chipper tone blasted through your device.
“And where the hell have you been!”
You sunk deeper into the sofa, “I’m sorry! I got caught up— “
“And that’s fine! But tell us when you have things to do! You know how your mom is!”
You rolled your eyes at his tone, “I’m sorry. Tell her it was my bad— “
“Baby… have you been sleeping?”
All the wind in your body left you. You froze and gripped your phone tighter.
“Yeah… why?”
“I went to pick up your prescription and the dosage is higher— “
“Did y’all snoop through my— “
He tsked at you, “Nobody snooped in anything, first of all. Who pays the bills again?”
You rubbed your temples. Thank god you were rested, “… Y’all do, but still—”
His tone sharpened, “Still nothing. Why didn’t you tell us?”
“… I don’t know,” Why was getting scolded by your father always the worst form of punishment?
“Why didn’t you tell us,” He pressed.
You said nothing, and he sighed.
“Come home. We needa talk about it.”
You resigned with a long exhale, “Okay… Are you mad at me?”
He huffed lightly, “No. Mom is though.”
Your head fell back on the couch and picked at your nails, “I’m never gonna hear the end of this.”
“Good. We love you.”
“I love y’all too. I’ll be home soon.”
“Alright. Bye baby.”
“Bye.”
You hung up and tossed your phone beside you. You dug your palms into your eyes; You already have so much work to do when you get home, and now your parents wanted to have an intervention.
“Hi.”
You jumped at Abby’s voice from behind you, turning to look at her. She looked fucking adorable with her scattered locks and wrinkly t-shirt, “Morning.”
You noticed her nervously fiddling as she stood by the staircase, her expression downcast.
“… Was that him?”
Your heart sunk, your nails digging into the couch.
“Y-Yes.”
She nodded before making her way around the couch to sit next to you. She swallowed harshly before talking.
“I think we should talk.”
She turned to face you, her expression soft and… concerned. Fear rushed through you, but you nodded anyway.
“Can I… Do you still have that mint and chamomile tea?”
A small, but gorgeous smile grew on her face.
“Course I do.”
After Abby washed your wine glasses and heated a kettle on the stove, she returned to her designated seat and ate with you. You didn’t know she baked; She made excellent blueberry coffee cake!
You both ate and sipped in comfortable silence, your body calming from the temperature of the tea. You placed your empty dish next to Abby’s on the cleared table and took a deep breath.
Abby’s tender voice melted the quiet in the room.
“Did I do good on the cake?”
You smiled weakly, “Did great on the cake, Abigail.”
Instead of gracefully accepting the compliment like always, she just sat, unmoving. You could tell something was making her uneasy, but you waited for her to start.
“I, um… I’m gonna start therapy.”
You turned to look at her; She was staring forward, but her eyes were flicking around nervously, a sorrowful expression on her face. That… this was great news! You’re ecstatic for her!
So why did she look so terrified? Why were you nervous? You weren’t sure what to say.
“I know this morning— this whole thing was all my fault, and I should’ve never kissed you that night…” she waved her hands around to emphasize her words, and your eyes shut in resignation.
I can't see you anymore.
“We can’t… I can’t do this again,” her whisper cracked under her stress, and your heart split in half. Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t understand why. You understood that you and Abby could never be together the second you two kissed, so why did it feel like you were underwater, never to resurface again? Her breathing was getting heavier as her hand came up to grab her shirt.
“I’m sorry but I can’t, I-I can’t, I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve always tried to do good by h-her on my own and I can’t anymore. I don't even know who I am, I need— “
You threw your arms around Abby and pulled her closer, and she broke completely in your arms. She released loud sobs into your shoulder, her body jerking with the force of her cries. She hollered and wailed, and you let her, whispering how she was going to be okay. How everything would turn out okay for her. Even more so now that you wouldn’t be in the picture.
Every bit of remorse that you tried to hide for these last months came crashing down onto your shoulders, and you could only cry with her. You could’ve spent all these wasted moments listening, talking, laughing with her, but you chose to be unkind and drain an incredible person of all her selflessness. Your father would be so disappointed in you.
And now you had to let Abby go. For her sake. You refused to be selfish with her any longer.
Returning home was strange.
Your once safe space became a reminder of all your mistakes in less than an hour. Looking into your father’s deep eyes was no longer the joyful experience it once was. It terrified you to face him.
You sat in the front seat of your car with an empty, scared soul. You knew you made the right decision by departing, but what would come of it? You’re supposed to continue to see her through your parents, pretend that you don’t ache for her presence, and eventually live life without her? Maybe reconnect years down the line and finally be happy? You were so unsure.
You turned your car off and exited, walking onto your front porch, and unlocking the door.
Your parents were already sitting comfortably on the couch, sipping their coffee. You hoped they didn’t ask about your disheveled appearance.
“Hey, baby. Come sit.”
Your father pointed towards the lounge chair that Abby sat in when you first met her—
You sighed and waddled over to the seat, plopping down and picking up the tea your parents made you. You took a sip; Abby’s was better. You should’ve accepted when she first offered you some. You’re selfish, you’re selfish, you’re selfish—
“Honey? You okay?”
You nodded and sipped before setting your mug on the coaster. You looked at your mother, who seemed just as concerned as your father, you assumed. You couldn’t look at him.
“When was the last time you slept properly?”
Your father sighed, and your eyes watered. You swallowed harshly and looked down.
“I don’t remember.”
“And you chose not to say anything because?”
“I thought I could handle it myself,” you tried to hide your voice crack with a cough.
“Look at me, honey.”
You shook your head at your dad’s beckoning, his voice sweet as always. You tried so hard not to cry.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t think I could— “
Your sob cut you off before you could say anything too loosely, and your parents instantly surrounded you, crouching down to your height and taking you into their arms. You cried into your father’s shoulder exactly like you used to when you were left in dark rooms by yourself as a child, releasing all your withheld feelings that crept up on you during your drive back.
“We didn’t know it affected you this much, honey. We’re so sorry.”
You shook your head in the crook of your father’s neck at his coos, slowly calming at the feel of his hand rubbing your back as your mom kissed your head.
You snottily mumbled, “Can you g-guys come to the doctor with me?”
“Course, baby, we’ll go first thing tomorrow, okay?”
You huffed, “I still gotta write— “
“That’s your damn problem!” your dad scolded. “You work too damn hard, you and your mom are the same, I swear to god.”
You laughed when your mom sucked her teeth. It’s that damn phone!
You were definitely going to need a higher prescription to get through the rest of the term. You would never be able to forget the grace that Abby gave. The only thing you could hope for now is that she does the same for you on her journey.
Abby always forgets how miserable she is until the holidays come.
She always felt like her life was moving in a circular motion around her daughter’s spirit: every aspect of her identity became void when Mya passed. She never was able to wake up, eat, be in a stable, loving relationship without guilt swallowing her whole. What parent has the audacity to continue their lives without their child in mind? A terrible one.
She met you during a strange period of her life. The small bubble she created for herself was being protruded by her own vile thoughts of herself, her ex-husband, her family, and she was desperate to forget everything that attempted to suffocate her. You looked so gorgeous under the rain, and she couldn’t stop herself from kissing you in your parents’ garage.
From that point on, she used you, just like you used her. That bubble slowly began to reform every time she saw you; her control was coming back inch by inch. She felt it whenever she touched you, only for her walls to come crashing down every time you left.
She never realized how awful it felt to be used so selfishly until you fought. It was like looking into a cracked mirror.
When you left that day, she spent some time in isolation. She stopped going to work, stopped answering your father’s calls and invitations, she almost blocked her ex-husband for the billionth time. She didn’t expect ignoring your apologies to hurt as much as it did. She never found pleasure in being malicious (minus her husband).
Her decision to finally go to therapy did not go smoothly. She woke up in a fit of anxiety one night, her chest feeling like it was about to burst open so her heart could take off into the dark night, images of her daughter’s deceased body dominating her cerebral. It was tortuous and made her vomit all over her hardwood, so she made a life-changing phone call that night.
Conversations with her ex never went smoothly after the divorce, but it went south much faster when Abby suggested to get therapy together. He yelled and cursed at her before hanging up, but she felt oddly comforted. She tried for the last time, and that was that. She blocked him after.
Abby never expected to see you after the Christmas party, and she damn sure never expected to see you cry over her. It broke her heart, but she didn’t know how to make it better, so you had sex. Again. She hated how much you reminded her of her ex.
She knew that morning would be the last time, and you accepted her decision in silence. You left as quiet as always, and Abby cried herself back to sleep on the couch. She felt surprisingly light when she woke up in the middle of the night.
Her first group session was gut-wrenching; So many parents with days — years filled with devastation and heartbreak, having no other choice but to turn to others for comfort. Losing a child was a unique loss, according to their therapist.
Attending became easier after the first two weeks, and she looked forward to them after a month. For the first time in years, she laughed during the rainy spring.
She never failed to ask about you during her shared shifts with your dad. She was elated when she found out that you finally—after months of trying— found a prescription that fits your needs. He even showed her pictures from your cap and gown fitting.
She was proud of you. You were going to accomplish what she couldn’t, and she wished you the best.
The only downside was the summertime. She hated when the sun shined on her; Nothing brought her comfort like the misty clouds.
Abby never expected to anticipate the rain, but she was grateful whenever it poured down on her.
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cookies 2; dbf!abby anderson
part 1
warnings; older!abby, smut - fingering (r!recieving), masturbating (reader), mdni
wc; 1.5k
secrets and side-eyes;
she’s your dad’s best friend for fucks sake, you shouldn't be feeling this way about a woman 20 years older than you, but yet here you are silently pining after her and avoiding her like the damn plague that you’re desperate not to catch. staying cooped up in your room with the lame excuse of ‘homework’ whenever she came over to watch a game with your dad. catching glimpses of her as you leave the safe confinements of your bedroom and sneak down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, your heart almost stopping and you eyes widening immediately when she makes eye contact, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, showing her delight in making you flustered.
abby looks up at you and raises an eyebrow as she sees you walk into the living room, ”hey, honey~” she says casually, but there’s an undertone of something more in her voice. she leans forward and places her elbows on her knees, her blown-out eyes trail down your body hungrily. a hint of a cocky smirk curls at the corner of her lips. the sexual tension between you two is extremely evident and you can’t help but squirm a little under her gaze as her eyes linger on you for a little too long.
“hey…abby….” you try and speak as nonchalantly as possible, but the words seem to snag in your throat as she’s practically undressing you with her eyes, probably thinking about bending you over the nearest counter and fucking you dumb until you can’t walk straight.
“come and watch a movie with us…” your dad doesn’t seem to notice abby staring and smiles happily. he’s sitting in his trusty old, leather la-z-boy recliner, leaving you no other choice but to sit next to abby on the tiny beige two seater sofa. fuck that. you have better things to do than to endure some mind-numbingly shitty movie for the rest of the night.
“dad i would love to, but…i got stuff to work on…” you sigh softly in frustration, talking in a mildly exasperated tone as you're absolutely insistent on not sitting next to abby. but you truly would rather work on a bullshit project than sit beside her for two hours.
“cmon, kiddo….i hardly spend time with you anymore.” your dad looks at you with a hint of sadness showing on his face and you can’t help but feel a wave of guilt. because its true, being so busy with college and the relentless studying and countless assignments doesn't leave you much time to spend with him these days.
“ugh…fine…”your shoulders slump in defeat and you pout as you walk over to sit beside abby. you squeeze in next to her, her thick thighs pressing into yours as she manspreads even further, obviously getting a kick out of this.
you instinctively reach for a nearby fuzzy blanket to cover up your bare thighs, mentally cursing yourself for wearing such small pyjama shorts in front of her. abby notices you trying to cover up your legs and a smug, knowing smile spreads across her lips, she crosses her arms and leans back into the couch, pushing her knees out even further and bumping them into your legs which only heightens the ongoing tension between the both of you.
you catch onto her act but don’t acknowledge her subtle clues at all, choosing to continue watching the television quietly. after a little while you can feel the weight of her gaze on you again and you turn your head slightly to look at her curiously from the corner of your eye and see her staring at you intently, almost as if she’s studying you somehow.
you turn your head fully and your eyes lock with hers but you don't say anything as your father is still in the room and it makes things unbearably awkward. but despite the growing tension, abby doesn't give a single fuck that he's sitting right there as she slips her hand under the blanket and traces an intricate pattern with her fingertips across the flesh of your thighs.
“you're so naughty… letting me touch you like this while your daddy's in the room~” she whispers into your ear as she slips her hand beneath your soft cotton shorts. you’re thankful for your dad being utterly engrossed in the movie and the booming sound effects making it impossible for anyone but you to hear her words but you still feel so embarrassed of the way your body is reacting to her lewd touch.
the crotch of your shorts is practically sopping wet by the time she gets her hands to where you need her most. she smirks when she feels that you aren't wearing any panties, this new revelation seeming to amuse her. she ever so slightly brushes the pad of her middle finger across your clit, making you bite your lip harshly to stop yourself from making any noise.
she continues to tease you, rubbing tiny circles over your clit before dragging her fingers down through your folds to thrust into your soaked slit, before dragging them back out, evoking a gasp from you.
this back and forth continues for what feels like forever until you're so wet its almost dripping down your thighs and you have to resist the urge to start bucking your hips up into her. the movie quickly comes to an end and she reluctantly drags her hand out of your shorts and rests it back on her own leg. her fingers are still shiny with your slick, glistening in the dim light, your eyes widen as she subtly puts them in her mouth to suck them clean with an air of pride.
you quickly spring up from your seat as soon as the credits start rolling, “i’m really tired, i’m sorry…” you lie, adding in a faux yawn to hopefully fool your dad into letting you leave. your father looks over at you and nods, “of course, you should go to bed. i’ll see you in the morning.” you smile and say your goodnights to both your dad and abby before retreating back up the stairs. the stickiness on your inner thighs reminding you of the feeling of abby’s hand on your cunt just mere minutes ago.
you quickly close your bedroom door behind you, relishing in the silence and security. the room is cozy, decorated with soft colors, from the lavender walls, to the soft white sheets on your comfy bed with plushies and various stuffed animals sitting neatly against the fluffy throw pillows.
you walk over to your bed and collapse down onto it, the lingering wetness of your shorts pressing against your throbbing pussy. you close your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself down, but it's no use. your body is still hot and trembling from all the excitement that abby had brought upon you. and as much as you try to ignore it, that familiar ache between your thighs keeps growing stronger and harder to ignore by the minute, leaving you helplessly longing for a release.
you hand drifts down into your shorts to slowly touch yourself, the memories of what happened earlier still floating around in your mind. your shaky fingers glide over your pussy, still soaked from all the attention abby gave you. barely audible moans leave your lips as you rub through your delicate folds before mimicking the rhythmic movements of abby’s fingers on your clit. your mind is filled with nothing but dirty thoughts about abby and it makes it harder to resist your orgasm.
your breathing becomes ragged and your hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more of the delicious friction that’s pushing you over the edge. your fingers start to move faster, frantically rubbing across your swollen clit and it isn't long before you're cumming, covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers and desperately refraining from crying out her name.
thinking only of the lingering and vivid memory of abby's fingers inside you and how good they stretched you out as you bite your lip and come down from your high, still feeling so aroused but so ashamed at the same time. you feel like such a pervert for thinking about abby this way but she seems so comfortable in this new situationship that’s unfolded between the two of you and it's as if all the existing boundaries been completely erased since that odd afternoon in the kitchen.
you get into bed with a strange sense of guilt lingering over you as you close your eyes tightly, as if trying to forget about everything that happened between the two of you. you lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, the experiences with abby feeling so surreal almost dream-like, and you’re not even quite sure how to process it all.
all you know for sure is that this changes everything between the two of you and it exceeds way beyond a fleeting infatuation or a silly crush on your end.
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ngl my brain kinda goes crazy at the thought of mafia!abby. I don't know why but HER IN A SUIT lord have mercy.
put all my favorite tropes in a blender and I give you:
City Lights
Part 2
a/n: not my best work but it is my horniest work, so riddle me that.
cw: Mafia! Abby, dbf! Abby 🤭, little age gap (reader in early 20s Abby is later 30s), feminine reader (specifically refers to reader as girl), sort of innocent reader, Abby walking in on reader using vibe 🤭, Abby referred to as Ms. Anderson or miss, reader gets roofied BUT is saved and nothing ensues, general mafia coded violence, make out session, (smut in part 2 I'm sorry my darlings)
Minors DNI (I will jump out at you through your screen i stg)
wc: 4.8k (woah)
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You watch as the sun falls from the city sky, lights slowly flickering on signaling the end of a day and the start of a long night. You can’t help but marvel at the sea of lights shimmering in front of you creating a sort of man made night sky, stars replaced by the warm glow of living room and bedroom lights from various apartments. You had lived in this penthouse for a while, but watching the city come alive at night would never get old.
“Hey!” your friend, Dina, waves a hand in front of your face. She must have called you a few times before she finally got your attention. Your eyes reluctantly move from the glowing city to your friend looking down at you, a playful expression on her face. “Girl, you have to get out of your head for your own good.” She lends a hand to you, “Let’s go drink our problems away.” She smirks and you giggle before grabbing her hand and standing up.
“Alright, but you can’t leave me tonight. It's girls night.” She would almost always end up with someone by the end of the night, leaving you to make your way home alone at fucking 3 AM. It definitely helped that her dad wasn’t in the same line of work as yours, you couldn’t exactly hook up with just anyone. Apparently it was “dangerous” your dad was fucking paranoid, but it’s not like you could ignore him and rebel. He always found out somehow and you’d end up being whisked away by one of his bodyguards he hired to follow you around. It was a compromise that the guards were at a distance too, if it were up to you they wouldn’t be there at all.
“I’m not leaving you tonight because you’re going to find someone to go home with.” She has a mischievous smile on her face, like she’s already planned your fate for the night.
“Dina-” you start to say, but she interrupts, “Hush, forget about your dad for a few hours of your life, we’ll figure it out.” She smiles genuinely this time and steps back to dramatically look you up and down. “Listen, you look hot, I look hot, let’s go have fun and be hot together.” She wasn’t wrong, you were wearing one of your favorite black dresses. It perfectly accentuated your curves and flaunted just the right amount of cleavage. Dina always looked good, tonight she was wearing a little black dress as well and you two made quite the alluring pair.
Dina handed you your clutch and led you out of the apartment and into the bustling city. A car is ready for you as soon as you walk out of the lobby– one of the perks of your paranoid father’s line of work. You and her climb in giggling and reflecting on past nights filled with loud music and colorful lights.
The car slows and you and Dina exit onto the sidewalk. Your heels obnoxiously click against the pavement as you both make your way to the door, skipping the line. The bouncer immediately recognizes and encourages you in with a friendly nod. You glance up at the muscley man with a grateful smile and a wink before you enter with your friend in tow.
You walk into an empty marble lobby, dimly lit with no furniture. The sound of both your and Dina’s Heels now echoing throughout the grand empty room. Straight ahead there is a small elevator and to the left of it are stairs. The stairs have little lights lining them, illuminating the way up. You and Dina look at eachother, “No way I’m taking those stairs in these heels.”
She giggles “I agree, I don't think I could make it the 15th floor.” You click the button to call the elevator and the doors immediately open. You and Dina walk into the poorly lit mirror covered box and you press the button for the top floor. Turns out she was wrong. It was more like 20 floors, you had scaled those stairs before, but all those times you were very drunk and going down not up. You adjust your hair and pick at your makeup as the elevator slowly ascends. A soft ding sounds and the door opens slowly revealing the bustling nightclub.
The only lighting in the room was cool colored spotlights, the overwhelming sound of music causing the floor to vibrate under your feet. Most of the light flooded in through the windows that lined the walls. The city lights filtered in, illuminating the room. It almost felt like the club was somehow floating in the middle of the bustling urban area. The floor to ceiling windows made it feel much more spacious despite it being packed with writhing bodies. It was the reason this club was your favorite; it perfectly embraced its beautiful location at the top of a skyscraper.
You both wander into the crowd hand in hand, making a beeline for the bar. You order two vodka shots each and two drinks, wanting to get the festivities of the night started as quickly as possible. The bartender quickly delivers your orders and you look at your friend nodding before downing a shot. Dina beats you to the second, but you quickly follow, giggling. Your face involuntarily scrunches up as the offensive flavor of pure vodka hits your tongue. She leans in close to your ear and says in a low, mischievous voice “Let’s go have some fun.” and at that you both disappear into the crowd.
You’re not sure how much time has passed at this point. Apparently enough time for sweat to start to perspire on your skin, the warmth of bodies writhing together causing the temperature to rise throughout the night. A slight dizziness causes your vision to soften, the figures of people around you blurring together. Dancing had become easier and easier as your body relaxed from the alcohol flooding through your veins, the music leading your body movements. You had realized at some point you must have lost Dina, you pause your dancing and make your way to the booths. You spot her in between a man and women, clearly flirting with both of them, with her hands on each of their thighs, laughing comfortably with one another. It was clear she was going home with both of them tonight. Fucking impressive. And annoying.
It’s probably been years since you flirted with someone like that, at a certain point you gave up, letting other people approach you. It never ended in anything though. You envied Dina in her ability to execute that kind of thing.
You walk up, hesitantly interrupting. She spots you and pauses her heavy petting on her new friends. “Oh shit, I forgot I don’t have to-”
You hold up your hand and smile “Don’t worry about it, I’m having fun. Just text me later.” you wink and she smiles and nods. You walk over to the bar for your last drink of the night and to close your tab. You look around as you wait for your drink, scanning the VIP section for any familiar faces. Unsurprisingly you spot one of your father’s associates Ms. Anderson. She was here pretty regularly and maybe that’s why you were also here pretty regularly. There was an unspoken, forbidden attraction between you two. Stolen glances and tense conversations made it obvious it was mutual. It was also obvious that nothing could happen besides the occasional sexually charged staring contest, your father might murder her–in a more literal sense than most dads would murder their daughters' lovers. So you resorted to touching yourselves with each other’s names on the tip of your tongues, fingers teasing the ache that grew between your legs at the thought of the other.
She was wearing her usual suit minus a tie. Her white shirt was mostly unbuttoned, giving her a more casual, careless look. She sat with her legs spread, arms carelessly strung along the back of the couch she was sitting in, a glass of neat whiskey in her large hand. A woman sat next to her–well practically on top of her– in a scantily clad outfit, Ms. Anderson hardly made an effort to look at her eyes. She was surrounded by multiple men, clearly negotiating something, barely paying attention to them. And yet despite her disinterest in their words you could sense the respect that was held towards the blonde woman. They didn’t care that she wasn’t intently listening, they were grateful to even be heard at all. You could tell they must be low in the ranks, especially considering Ms. Anderson’s bored expression as they spoke to her. She caught you staring at her and her bored expression turned into a devilish smirk, her eyes meeting with yours. You look away embarrassed and pray your drink comes sooner rather than later. After a few minutes the bartender sets it down in front of you, you grab your drink off the counter gulping the whole thing down in a few sips. You step into the mass of bodies dancing to the loud music and begin moving in sync with the warm figures. Soon your vision turns concerningly blurry, you immediately try to stumble towards the bar, your legs starting to fail you. You were unfortunately familiar with what was happening which only made you panic all the more, trying to fight through the tiredness that is taking over your body. In a last ditch attempt you lug your failing body towards Ms. Anderson, praying to a god you didn’t believe in that someone noticed.
You hadn’t spotted Ms. Anderson earlier, but she noticed you. She had been watching you all night, specifically taking note of the way your body guards were distanced from you. She watched the bartender make your drink. Right as she watched him slip some sort of powder into it she left in the middle of her conversation. It didn’t matter at that point, all that mattered was getting to you before he did. She nodded at her bodyguards whispering in each of their ears what to do. One went with Abby to help you while the other went to grab the bartender.
Abby bent down underneath you to support you under your shoulder and you felt dread fill your body as she grabbed you, not recognizing who it was. You manage to loll your head to the side and see her face, your panic subsides and you begin to give in to the drug. As your body grows heavier Abby picks you up in the air bridal style, initially she didn’t want to cause a scene, but now it would be impossible to get you out of here any other way. You feel her warmth radiate through her shirt and your head leans against her strong chest as your vision slowly fades to black.
You startle awake, panicking as you realize you're sitting up in someone’s car. Adrenaline takes over as your breathing quickens and your heart rate picks up. You take in your surroundings, lights blur together as you look out the window, desperately trying to discern your location. When you look to your left your breathing immediately slows, remembering you were rescued by Ms. Anderson before you collapsed in the middle of the club. She looks over at you, slightly surprised by your wide panicked eyes being open, she expected you to sleep through the night given the amount of drugs that must be swirling around in your system. You were obviously quite the stubborn girl.
You begin to say something before the blonde cuts you off, “I found your phone and texted Dina and your father already. Your Father thinks you're staying over at Dina’s and Dina knows you’re safe and with me.” She immediately reassures you, somehow knowing exactly why you shot awake in the midst of a drug induced haze. You nod and relax, letting her take control of your fate. “I’m taking you back to my place, you need someone to make sure you stay breathing through the night.” You watch as her bloodstained knuckles harshly grip the steering wheel. What you didn’t know is Abby had laid you in the car, leaving you with one of her bodyguards before tending to the bartender herself. She made quick work of him, swiftly cutting off limb after limb as she gathered information. Abby was surprised at how quickly her rage consumed her, not realizing how protective she was of you. She snickered at him as he screamed and begged for his life. All she could see as she disassembled the poor excuse for a man was your weak body crumpling to the floor in front of her. She found out he was taking out a sort of hit on you. Trying to hurt your father by hurting you, she learned the name of his boss and sent the information to your father to have it taken care of. Of course she didn’t mention it was you who he tried to kidnap and do who knows what with, she only mentioned it was one of the daughters of someone in the inner circle.
He didn’t usually ask questions anyways, your father delighted in ridding this world of men who liked to hurt women. The things your father did were dark, but he never ever fucked with women, it was an unspoken rule in the Organization, one that Abby greatly appreciated and respected as well as you. You didn’t like what your father was involved in, but the thought that he had some sense of morals helped you sleep a little better at night.
You allow your eyes to close once again as Ms. Anderson drives you to her apartment. You float in and out of consciousness as she picks you up out of the car and carries you inside. You can sense the changes in lighting from behind your eyelids, you use sounds to estimate where you might be. Soon keys jingle and a door is opened. Muffled voices surround you and you are handed over to someone else's arms. You feel your dress being gently peeled from your body and you whimper, barely fighting for your dignity. A soft feminine voice hushes you and upon realizing it was a woman you return to your half conscious state. You are placed down onto cold porcelain and you shiver before warm water runs over your body. It felt heavenly, the water massaging your skin warming you from the outside in. You finally fall completely unconscious feeling a sense of security washing over you as the water did.
You blink open your eyes slowly, bright light penetrating your vision. You have to squint for a moment until your eyes adjust to your surroundings. You’re laying in an incredibly comfortable bed with soft white sheets and a puffy white comforter. Your dress has been replaced by an incredibly oversized matching set of pajamas. You tentatively lift up the hem of your pants and… yup this wasn't even your underwear. God how fucking humiliating. The room is large with tall ceilings and light gray walls. Bright morning light floods in from a giant window overlooking the city. A green couch faces a large TV suspended on the wall above a fireplace. To your left is a nightstand with a tall glass of water and ibuprofen. Upon seeing the glass of water you feel your tongue sticking to the inside of your mouth, your throat so dry you could barely swallow. You gulp down the water along with the pain meds greedily. Upon a second glance you realize the room has no personality, almost like a hotel room or a guest room. It didn’t seem like someplace one would sleep every night. You hear the doorknob being slowly twisted before the door opens revealing Ms. Anderson. She commanded so much space with her presence in her perfectly fitted and pressed suits complete with a tie and matching pocket square. Her hair was pulled back into a perfect, neat braid, little pieces of hair framing her face. Her strong arms and broad shoulders made her posture appear so confident she almost seemed unapproachable. Upon seeing you awake she smiles “Morning.” She says as she makes her way towards you.
“Morning.” Your voice was still heavy with sleep.
“How are you feeling?” She asks as she sits on the edge of the bed by your feet.
“Pretty good all things considered.” You manage a dry laugh.
“I would start scolding you about the proximity of your body guards, but I feel like I should let you wake up a little first.” She watches as you poorly attempt to rub the sleep out of your eyes, yawning a little as you do.
“No, no you’re definitely right, learned my lesson.” You pause for a moment as you remember the question that was lurking in the back of your mind since you woke up. Should you even ask?
“My clothes…” You start to say, not exactly sure how to approach this conversation.
“Oh yeah,” Ms. Anderson blushes a bit “One of my maids, Clara, she was the one who changed you and stuff, I-I didn’t um-” Jesus Christ you managed to fluster this 30 something year old woman, reducing her to an incoherent mumbling mess. “Your dress is over there.” She points to the nightstand. “I would have had it washed, but I wasn’t sure if there was a special way you liked it done or something. Wouldn’t want to ruin it since it looked so good on you.” She smirks and now you’re the one blushing.
“Th-thank you, I appreciate not having to sleep in that.” You look at her through your lashes, a flirtatious smirk pulling at your lips. You and Abby get lost in one of your staring contests gazing at each other as a silence falls over the both of you.
Abby is the one to snap out of it, “Oh-uh I should get going I’m going to be late. I arranged a ride home for you. My driver is waiting at the front.” She gets up fiddling with her shirt cuffs as she starts walking out of the room. “And if you want to talk about what happened with someone, just let me know. I’m a good listener.” She smiles for a moment before it falls into a frown. “I wish I didn’t have to leave. I feel like a dick, but I swear I have an important meeting, I-”
“It’s ok,” You smile, cutting her off before she continues apologizing. “I have Dina to talk to. Go to your meeting, don't be late because of me.”
“Ok I’ll see you soon.” She smiles and stares at you for just a moment too long before leaving the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Holy shit what a night.
As soon as you get home you have a debrief with Dina over the phone, ranting to her about the whole thing. It starts out lighthearted as you and your best friend over-analyze every one of Ms. Andersons’ actions, feeding into your crush on her. Dina makes sure to throw in an occasional “She’s literally in love with you” and “You have to make a move on her or something she wants you”. You laugh her off, but you secretly enjoy her feeding into your delusions. The discussion inevitably turns into a bit of a therapy session. You can’t stop the tears slipping from your eyes as you realize that a simple night out can so easily turn deadly for you. Being a normal woman in her 20s able to party and go out to clubs was so far out of your grasp. You almost died last night and it wasn’t even that rattling, you constantly end up as a damsel in distress despite your best efforts. You knew how to fight well, knew how to use a gun and knives, and yet it was never enough.
Dina tells you about her night in excruciating detail, but you liked to live vicariously through her. Her descriptions of her experiences made you feel a little more informed and a little less like an innocent virgin. She never made you feel lesser than her for your lack of experience though, she rarely even talked about your lack of experience. She was a good friend like that: smart, but didn’t make you feel dumb, beautiful without making you feel like shit, she always made sure you knew you were her equal.
For the rest of the day you allow yourself to mope in your room and recover from the toll the previous night took on your body and mind. You daydream about Ms. Anderson and her strong arms, imagining how she could use them to pin you down as she did whatever she wanted to you. You wonder if she might use her tie to restrain you as she fucked you dumb with her strap, or teasing you with a vibrator until you were begging her to let you come, completely at her mercy.
Unbeknownst to you Abby had come to your apartment to check on you. When you didn’t answer the door she assumed you were asleep and used the spare she asked for from your bodyguard last night. She had debated bringing you back to your own place, but couldn’t resist the opportunity to have you sleep in her bed. She felt gross using that situation as an excuse to be able to smell you on her sheets, but she was getting desperate. She was looking forward to coming home all day and fucking herself with her fingers whilst pressing her nose to the sheets. Ultimately she decided to visit you first, not being able to resist an excuse to see you.
She walks in and immediately notes the homey feeling that resonates throughout the large apartment. Colorful rugs, warm lighting and plants immediately make her feel at ease. It felt like you, it made sense. She envied the ability to capture personality through decorations.
Abby makes her way to what she assumes in your bedroom. As she gets closer she hears you whimpering, she peeks through the crack in the door worried you were having a nightmare or were in pain, but oh she was so delightfully wrong. She saw the beautiful sight of you squirming under your sheets, the soft buzz of a vibrator humming through the dark room. Your eyes were closed, head tilted back as you pressed the vibrator to your clit. Abby couldn’t look away, it felt so incredibly wrong and dirty but she could not bring herself to walk away. She watched as you spread your legs further apart, begging for more. Your whimpers morph into quiet moans as you turn up the setting and Abby is starting to feel an unbearable ache grow between her legs at the sight. You let out a quiet, whiney “Oh fuck” and Abby almost cums in her pants. You turn up the setting even further and Abby can’t help but wonder how much you could take, imagining overstimulating you to the point of tears. She absent mindedly allows her hand to cup her cunt as she continues observing you. Suddenly she hears you whimper Ms. Anderson please, and she is immediately grounded. She rushes out of the apartment, quietly closing the door behind her. She gets home and locks herself in her room, stuffing her fingers into her dripping cunt and cumming over and over to the memory of your sweet voice calling her name.
The next time you see Ms. Anderson, you weren’t expecting her. You were at a dinner with all the men from the inner circle and their daughters. Abby was the only woman and didn’t have children, so naturally you had assumed she wouldn’t be there. But here she sat, listening intently as one of the men told a story about some deal gone wrong. She was across from you, and she was just so captivating to look at. Her usual suit was swapped for a white button down, dark gray vest and black tie. Her muscular arms strained against the fabric, making you practically drool. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows perfectly displaying her forearms. You let your eyes follow the veins from under her sleeves to her hands, trying to memorize the way her hands looked as they rested on the table. She hadn’t caught you staring yet, so you decided to be bold, sliding your foot under her pant leg. She didn’t move. You start to move it up, higher, higher, until Abby subtly shakes you off. You accept the rejection, feeling slightly embarrassed until she moves her foot to touch yours. She slowly slides it up and down your bare leg, still refusing to stray her attention away from her current conversation. You shake her off and kick her lightly under the table before getting up and heading to the restroom. She finally averts her gaze to look at you as you get up.
As you walk to the bathroom you silently hope she understood your invitation. To be honest you really didn’t know exactly what you were asking for, all you knew is the tension between you has grown to an almost unbearable point and you were tired of waiting and yearning. You walk into the ladies room, purposefully not locking the door behind you. You face the mirror and begin to fix your makeup, fixing any smeared mascara or eyeliner. You lightly wet your hair trying to tame any fly-aways. Just as you begin to give up waiting the door opens. You turn around, back to the sink, and face the door. It could have been anyone, but thank fuck it was her. She has a slightly frustrated expression on her face as she looks at you. She closes the door behind her, locks it and turns to face you. She leaves mere inches between you two despite the ample space in the bathroom. She looks down at you for a moment, her size was even more staggering when you were this close. You feel a sort of powerlessness, but it wasn’t a negative feeling, it was thrilling. Ms. Anderson gently grips your chin between her thumb and index finger and forces you to look up at her.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing princess?” She asks in a low, hushed tone. You can’t answer, all you can manage to do is look up at her as a smirk appears on her face. “You really have no idea how tempting you are with your little dresses and this little innocent girl act.” She inches closer to you, her lips centimeters from yours. “I’m not even sure it’s an act.” She laughs, “and on top of it all I’m not allowed to have you,” She uses her other hand to caress the side of your thigh and you let out a small gasp at the feeling on her hand touching your bare skin. “To be honest that just makes me want you more.” She uses her grip on your thigh to lift your leg up, hooking it around her waist. Your back is pressed into the sink, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain, her body pressed against yours. She still hasn’t moved any closer, her lips barely grazing yours. You can feel every breath and word she utters from her lips on yours. Neither of you dare move, scared to shatter the moment that each of you have been craving for so long.
“Ms. Anderson?” you breathe out, the words fanning onto her soft lips. Abby sighs at the sound of her name coming from your mouth.
“Fuck it.” She kisses you. Perfectly.
It’s not too soft, not too hard, it was just what you needed. She was so soft and warm, you couldn’t help but melt into her strong body. You whimper softly and she deepens the kiss, her tongue teasing your mouth open. Her grip on your thigh tightens a bit at each little sound you make. Her hand moves from your chin to your jaw, her grip is so, so gentle, like she’s scared to break you. You move one of your hands from the sink and press it against her chest, trying to keep yourself steady.
Abby is the first one to break away, even though it’s the last thing she wants to do. “W-we can’t do this here.”
You look at her, desperation taking over every fiber of your being “Please Miss, I can’t-”
Abby sighs “Just wait until the end of dinner, go home- I won't be far behind you- and I'll meet you there. Sound good?” You nod eagerly “Words princess.”
“Yes, sounds really good.” Abby smiles and peels herself away from you. She smoothes out her clothes before heading for the door.
“See you soon, princess.” She says before slipping out the door and heading back to dinner like nothing happened.
lmk what y'all think! reposts and notes always appreciated 💕💕💕
#abby x you#abby anderson#abby tlou#abby anderson smut#abby x fem!reader#abby x reader#abby the last of us#the last of us 2#mafia! abby#the last of us
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 • wips
ellie williams:
sample sativa • smut, switch ellie.
after coming across a stash during patrol, ellie brings some home to share with you but another situation starts to blossom; somewhere between your thighs.
joel miller:
preacher & the pew • smut, dbf!joel
excusing yourself from sunday service, you find yourself being followed out by your dad’s best friend: joel miller, waiting to give you something real to believe in.
the color violet • smut, dom joel.
a rough night leads to restless sex, joel dealing with his frustrations by fucking into you.
smile, you’re on camera • smut, dbf!joel.
a wild idea is brought up between you and joel. something that has to do with you moaning his name in front of the red blinking light of his camera.
headcanons/drabbles:
breeding kink • smut, dom joel.
beg for mercy • smut, dom joel.
mutual masturbation • smut, dom abby.
keep ‘em clean • smut, dom ellie.
rockstar tendencies • smut, fluff, rockstar!ellie.
feel inside • smut, dom joel.
mocktail • smut, dom ellie.
escapism • smut, dom ellie.
subspaces • smut, dom ellie.
take care • fluff, joel.
breakfast eats • smut, dbf!joel.
cry, little girl • smut, joel.
fantasies • smut, dbf!oel
backtalkin' • neutral, joel.
don't run • smut, dbf!joel
rough day • smut, dom ellie.
cowgirl • smut, switch ellie.
farther apart • smut, dom joel.
sweet thing • smut, dom joel.
strength • smut, dom abby.
spring time • smut, dbf!joel
take control • smut, sub joel.
pretty girl • smut, dom ellie.
underneath • smut, dom joel.
#kells’ navigation#anchoeritic#the last of us#the last of us smut#joel miller#joel miller x reader#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams smut
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