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abby be like: hey! ( with the intention of staring at the stars together <3 )

aaaaah! i feel abby would try to ask you out for a stargazing date, chicken out and squeak out a “as friends” while blushing (like anyone’s gonna believe that)

she picks you up that night and oh my god, you look amazing. you’re wearing one of her favourite dresses and you got the hoodie she let you borrow a few weeks ago. you’re quick to clarify she’s not getting it back yet (ever) and you’re just bringing it with you in case it’s cold. how is she gonna make it through this da- totally platonic hangout between two friends?

abby would probably die if she ever admitted this, but she picked up a book about constellations at the library before even asking you out. the plan was to learn some cool constellation and space facts, woo you with her star knowledge and win your heart.

at first she’s nervous, the blush not leaving her cheeks and she keeps on stuttering. it’s a little bit embarrassing, but you love it. it’s nice to see her a little bit flustered once in a while, and it’s even more nice to see her blush on your date together (because once again, like anyone would believe she’s only asking you out as a friend)

time passes by quickly, and even though you got your hoodie on now it’s still getting really cold. of course abby notices you shivering, moving closer to you on the blanket y’all have been laying on.

you’re so close now that your hands are basically touching and if you both just turn your heads slightly abby thinks your lips are close enough to kiss.

a few moments of silence before you let out a breathy “hey abby?” and she turns her entire body towards you, now laying on her side, before letting out a soft “hmm?”

abby barely has time to register that you’ve now also turned over before you kiss her. it’s barely a kiss, more of a peck, and the position you’re both laying in is slightly awkward. but abby doesn’t even think about that, instead all she can focus on is the fact that you just kissed her.

you lean back and look at her lips, then her eyes, then her lips again. “i like you.” you say it so easily and it knocks the wind out of abby’s lungs. “not just as a friend” you add, and your tone is slightly teasing.

abby gives you a small smile before going in for a real kiss this time.

what if ellie and abby r sisters? reader is a close friend of ellie, ellie has invited her and dina over for a girls' night and that's when reader meets abby for the first time, in their kitchen. abby who shows up in just her bra and sweatpants low on her hips...... ....

(eng is not my first language sorry for typos or any mistake omg😞😞)

a/n: your english is amazing so don't worry! also never feel the need to say sorry for typos or your english in any way, because english isn't my first language <33

you didn't know ellie had a sister.

you were sitting on the counter and laughing at something stupid ellie just said. and dina was your designated bartender for tonight, she had been mixing some drinks together for the three of you all night.

the plan was to have a long night of drinks, movies, and some face masks- cause you know, self-care and all that. it was ellie's suggestion to celebrate exam season finally being over, and you were more than happy to join in on the fun.

you had just popped a grape in your mouth when you were surprised to hear a door being opened somewhere in the house. "i thought it was just us here?" the question was directed at ellie, and she had shook her head in annoyance before answering.

"jus' my stupid sister" and just as you were supposed to yell out; "since when do you have a sister?" someone came into the kitchen.

when you laid your eyes on her, you honestly choked on your own saliva. not only does ellie have a sister, ellie has a hot sister. she was standing in the doorway, grey sweatpants on and a sports bra. her biceps are huge, and when you finally managed to drag your eyes to meet hers, she smirks at you.

"thought i told you to stay in your room, abby. i got friends over if you can't tell" ellie had gruffed before she leaned back onto the counter right next to where you were sitting. if you had been able to pay attention to any other than the woman in the doorway, you'd see the way dina had smiled at you knowingly.

"relax, just fillin' my water bottle."

when you heard her voice you almost creamed yourself. seriously, she said one sentence and you're just melting into a puddle. where had this abby girl been all your life?

the kitchen suddenly fell silent as abby got some more water. your eyes had been trained on her back, watching the way her muscles flexed as she moved. when she had walked out of the kitchen, she took one last glance at you all over her shoulders. "bye, ellies friends!"

the kitchen had stayed silent for a little bit more, the only sound being dina finishing some more drinks. the moment you heard the door somewhere in the hose close, you turned your upper body to ellie.

"hey els?"

"yeah?" she wasn't really paying attention, she had been busy eating the grapes from the tray next to you. your next words had ellie spluttering a quick "fuck off" and dina laughing loudly while giving you your glass.

"please tell me your sister's gay"

thinking about reader who’s been flirting with clueless abby since they first became friends, only to run into abby and owen in a bar on a night out.

he’s way too close to her for your liking, bumping into her shoulders and leaning into her, whispering something in her ear with a stupid smirk. abby’s awkward when she introduces the two of you to each other. judging by the cold look and strained smile he gives you, owen isn’t a big fan of you either.

you end up staying with abby and her friends for a while, pushing down the jealousy bubbling inside of you. you knew abby was a little bit oblivious, but surely she must have realised your efforts to flirt with her. she has to have, right?

abby’s friend, manny, mumbles something about him and owen having to get up early in the morning and they both start heading out the door. manny has, unlike owen, been real nice to you all day. trying to include you in the conversations, asking you questions about yourself.

he even gives you a quick goodbye hug before leaving, yeah, manny is a really nice dude. owen, on the other hand, is not a nice dude. he just gives you a glance before turning to abby. he's pulling on her arm and muttering something, you can't tell what it is but judging by abby's scrunched-up eyebrows she doesn't like what he's saying

when she shakes her head at him, he finally takes a step back and takes a quick look over his shoulder. when you meet his eyes it feels like you won something, because there's an undeniable look of defeat plastered over his face. his shoulders are slumped over, and finally, he takes his jacket and leaves with manny.

"so, you're staying here?" abby looks up at you and gives you a coy smile before letting out a soft; "yeah, i'm staying here with you. why?"

the fact that she said "with you" and not just "i'm staying" is enough to make the original annoyance of running into abby with owen to disappear, and instead you're giddy. "just thought you'd go home with your boyfriend." you try to fake nonchalance, shrugging your shoulders before bringing your glass to your lips.

abby just looks at you with a confused look, eyebrows furrowed and her lips pulled into a pout before the realisation dawns on her. "oh, owen? he's not my boyfriend" and she gives you this smile, as if she's finally caught on what you've actually been getting on this entire time.

"good." is all you say, before taking a step closer to her. abby bites her lips and her smile has grown even bigger. "good?" she laughs while saying it, the combination of alcohol and her oh-so-beautiful laughter making a warm, fuzzy feeling take over you.

"yeah, good."

in love with the idea of cuddling under a bunch of soft blankets and fluffy duvets with abby ☹️

it’s snowing outside your window. the floor of the cabin is cold underneath your feet, even with your fuzzy socks on. staring out of the window, looking at the soft snowflakes slowly falling to the ground.

you can hear abby finishing up the dishes in the kitchen, and you can’t help but smile. it was your turn to cook tonight, which meant it was her turn to clean up afterwards but little does abby known you’ve been taking advantage of the fact that she’s busy cleaning up after you.

because you’ve been setting up your bed all cozy. getting all the blankets and comforters you have, fluffing up the pillows real nice.

imagine abby’s face when she walks into the bedroom. at first her eyes are looking around in the room, trying to locate you. when she sees you next to the window, looking at the snow falling outside she just smiles.

it’s when she’s silently walking up to you that she notices the bed. you’ve changed all the bed sheets, filled the bed with blankets and a few more comforter, placed the pillows perfectly in the middle.

“this all for me?” she asks from behind you, reaching out to circle her strong arms around you. abby can feel you relax against her and she presses a soft kiss against your neck.

“yeah, wanted to do somethin’ nice for you” you mumble, still having your eyes on the snowy outdoors.

“my girl is too nice for me, you’re going to spoil me…” she whispers against your skin before pressing another soft kiss against your neck. slowly removing her arms from around you, she instead takes your hand carefully and starts leading you to the soft bed.

it doesn’t take long for your cold feet to heat up under the covers, and having abby’s warm body against yours certainly helps. you lay there with her, the only thing being heard in the quiet cabin your soft whispers to each other.

abby loves that type of fuck session when her and pretty gf cuddle after they fuck and get horny and fuck again 💙

hell yeah, she does! imagine coming down from your high, having abby hold you in her lap and kissing your forehead. your legs are slightly shaking, and the only sound that can be heard in the room is your heavy breathing.

abby’s upper body is pressed against yours, and there’s something oddly comforting with feeling her sweaty and warm skin against yours. you drag your arms upwards and wrap them around her back carefully, playing with strands of her hair. abby’s arms are snakes around your waist and she’s now pressing kisses all over your face.

finally, her lips end up on yours. the kiss is slow and soft, and doesn’t end until both of you have to break apart to breathe. just the sight of abby’s wet lips is enough to have your mind wandering and you can’t help it but kiss her once again. this time more intensely, and with a deep desire behind it.

the only thing that can be heard in the room is the sounds of the kiss. abby’s hands start gripping onto your waist harder, and she even lets out a whimper against your lips. you can’t help but move your hips in search of friction at her sounds, and when abby lets out a small moan you take the chance and slip your tongue into her mouth.

abby’s lips are intoxicating, you’re not sure how long you stay there just kissing and slightly moving your hips on top of her. eventually, you pull away. abby tries to move with you, trying to continue the kiss. the sound of her whining at the loss of your lips makes you weak.

“abby, i just-“ she interrupts you with another kiss, trying to deepen it before you force yourself to pull away to finish your sentence. “need to taste you, please?”

what style do you think modern abby dina and ellie would have? ♡♡♡♡

i honestly think ellie would have the same style that she has in tlou2. flannels and a little bit of a grandpa style (thinking about her rocking joel’s jacket) kind off… sunky core y’know. always uses converse no matter the season, has a pair of black headphones she takes with her everywhere with a bunch of stickers on. she wears a lot of rings and bracelets, and she has a signature necklace with joel’s old guitar pick. i think she’d like green a lot, and her room would be be filled with plants and those plastic plant vines you can hang on your wall/from your roof. nerdy posters all over her walls, with planets and dinosaurs and nerd stuff. starts getting patchwork tattoos as she gets older, many of them designed by herself, a few professional and a few stick’n’pokes.

as for dina i headcanon her as someone who would be enrolled in a billion different dance classes so she uses clothes that she can dance in, and that looks good dancing in. i think dina wears a lot of darker shades of red, and that she likes to wear long flowy skirts. i also see dina with a lot of piercings in her ears. she can keep earrings in while dancing, and they’re more comfortable to dance with than the most necklaces and bracelets. also think she’d like floral patterns and stuff on her clothes. also think dina would keep her hair down more often, and every once in a while she’d show up with some crazy coloured highlights in her hair. hot pink, blue, hell she even tried green once. in general she likes colours and don’t like dressing too plain.

abby is a total gym rat. mostly wears vintage/plain t-shirts that show of her biceps, likes to wear cargo pants or sweatpants. when it’s warm abby wears knee length gym shorts or jorts. abby always has her airpods in wherever she goes. mostly wear her hair in a braid or ponytail cause it’s easier when playing sports or working out. has a varsity jacket (obviously she plays whatever sport the university she goes to is the best at, volleyball, basketball, american football, football.) abby is a nike girl everyday of the week, and strictly wears airforce ones when she isn’t in the gym or on the (insert sport here)’s field. rarely wears jewellery because she would have to take them out all the time for her sport, but does have one earring on each ear . i can see her with very simple gold studs that her dad got her years ago. will walk around with her girlfriends scrunchie on the wrist at all times

thinking about being abby’s best friend and absolutely hating owen. you don’t think he deserves abby at all, he’s such a douche. he’s just not good enough for her, that’s it.

it’s totally not because you’ve been hopelessly in love with your best friend for the past five years. nope, it’s cause she could do so much better than that. owen is an idiot. he’s not her boyfriend yet, but they’re definitely past the talking-stage now. just a matter of time before they make it official.

when abby shows up at your front door for your weekly sleepover, snacks in hand and her bag hanging off her shoulders, you push your thoughts about owen to the back of your mind and focus on her instead. focus on abby, focus, focus, focus.

when you’re both laying on your bed, watching some old romcom on your computer, you don’t notice the way abby looks at you. you’re fully focused on the screen, but abby’s eyes never leave your face. it’s not until she reaches over the pause the movie you look up, and the look in her eyes is enough to have you blushing.

“hey…” abby nibbles on her lip before continuing; “is something wrong?” there’s a concern in her voice, and she looks genuinely worried. you stay silent for a few more seconds while your eyes dart around her face. you hope, hope she doesn’t notice the way your eyes linger on her lips.

“what do you mean?” you’re playing dumb now, you know she’s not really talking about tonight. you’ve been acting weird lately, avoiding your friend group and when you do actually spend time with them you don’t really talk too much anymore.

but how can you tell abby it’s cause her stupid boyfriend is there and you hate his guts? that something is wrong, and that is that she’s with him and not with someone like you.

“c’mon, something’s off. you can tell me, we’re friends right?” and abby bumps her shoulder into yours, and nibbles on on her lips again. just hearing the word friends is enough to make the feeling of disappointment spread in your chest. letting out a defeated; “yeah, we’re friends.”

abby just keeps on looking at you, waiting for an explanation why you’ve been weird. you can tell she’s not going to drop it so eventually you cave in. “just don’t do wanna get in the way, or like i don’t want to… third wheel? just don’t wanna…”

it’s a lousy excuse. really, how can you be the third wheel when manny’s always there? you’re like, the fourth wheel.

you feel a little bit embarrassed when looking at abby, but she just seems confused. “who you third wheeling?”

“uh, you and owen?” now you’re the one confused. who else could you possibly be talking about? are you missing something, or has abby been hit by a sudden wave on amnesia?

the embarrassment you felt earlier just grows stronger when abby starts laughing at you. it’s not a mean laughter, more like a surprised one. still stings though.

“me and owen aren’t- we’re not together or anything.” abby just leans her face closer to yours, and you can practically feel her breath on your own lips.

a bitter “yet” is all you let out and abby can’t help but smile at the pout on your face. she lets out a breathy laugh, bumping into your shoulder once again. “oh my god, me and owen are not going to get together. ever.”

“but i thought-“ and before you can finish your sentence, abby interrupts you. “i’m not even into owen like that. i like someone else” abby’s words has you speechless, feeling your cheeks heat up in frustration. so it’s not owen that you need to worry about, but someone else. great.

somehow it felt worse that it was someone else. because owen has always been a douche. it’s easier to compete against an asshole like him than someone who’s actually nice, and funny, and pretty. three boxes that this mysterious crush probably ticked off.

“what? who?” your hands are on her shoulders now, and you playfully shake her. abby just smiles mockingly at you before she presses the space bar on your computer, the movie you had forgotten about how playing again.

“hey! you gotta tell me, we’re like best friends, best friends tell each other everything” you wince after speaking, cause you don’t tell her everything. guilting abby into telling you about this crush when you haven’t told her about your crush feels low, but it’s too late now. your words are left hanging in the air, until abby suddenly starts speaking again.

“okay, okay. i actually thought she knew i liked her, been into her since forever.” she completely lost you the moment she said “she” instead of “he”. ever since you two first became friends all abby ever had eyes for were boys. and you had learnt to be fine with that, knowing that she would never look at you like she looked at those guys.

you didn’t know if it made you happy to hear this, if it felt good knowing you had more of a chance with her than you initially believed. it did feel a little bit like you were playing in the same league now that you knew she had eyes for women as well.

but you knew that there was no guarantee that she one day would reciprocate your feelings just because she liked women. it felt bittersweet, and lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice abby had stopped talking. slowly, she closed your laptop completely and moved it further away from you two.

when she moved in front of you and into a sitting position, you finally snapped out of it. sitting up as well, trying to play the way you zoned off. “sorry, you were saying?”

“i said, i thought she knew. that i liked her. but i’m not sure anymore” it almost felt as if she was teasing you, with her head leaning to the side and that small playful smile on her lips.

“really? why’s that?” clearing your throat, trying to make yourself sound casual and cool. abby leans forward a little bit, and whispers as if she’s telling you her biggest secret. “she keeps on inviting me to her apartment for weekly movie dates. but i’m starting to suspect that she thinks they’re friendly hangouts and not dates”

if there’s one thing abby anderson has always been good at, it’s making you speechless. tonight is no exception, and if honestly takes you a good minute to manage to get any words out.

“oh my god, abby! you’re totally fucking with me!” it does feel a little bit humiliating, but obviously abby doesn’t know you like her like that. so how would she be able to know about the hurt her joke left you with?

“no, i’m not!” all she does is laugh at you, grabbing onto your shoulders before letting out a soft; “it’s you. i like you”

and before you know it, abby presses her lips against yours. it’s a soft and quick kiss, innocent and pure, but it’s enough to make butterflies spread through your body.

”wait- why, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” it’s hard to get the sentence out, all you can focus on is the way abby’s staring at your lips.

“like i said, thought you knew. until you started getting so jealous over owen” and you open your mouth to deny the accusations before you realise there’s no point. also, abby likes you back. who cares if she knows you were jealous of owen? “even manny knew, said he could see it in my eyes and all. didn’t realise you’d be so oblivious-“

“abby, just shut up and kiss me again.” and abby grins at you one last time before leaning in, your lips so close they’re almost touching. she mumbles something against your mouth before pressing another kiss, this one much longer and less soft.

“yes, ma’am”

omg abby fingering herself thinking about her sister's friend face down on the bed, full weight on top of her as she take the strap from behind while being called pretty??? 😔❤️‍🩹 stay strong abby! you'll get there someday

a/n: rewritten and done!

she should feel guilty. she really should. this entire thing is not ethical in any way.

but this feels way too good to be thinking about what’s right and what’s wrong. no, all abby can think about is how good her fingers feels inside of her, and what she would do to you if you were here. here in her bed, in her arms.

it’s embarrassing how worked up abby already is. her skin is damp and warm, and she’s already clenching around her two fingers. this is really your fault, you’re the one who has her this worked up.

it’s all your fault, your sweet voice, your pretty face and how flustered you get around her. abby loves how easy it is to make you crumble, she just loves your little school girl crush on her.

you drive abby fucking crazy, and she wishes you were here right now. she’d start with pulling you into her lap, sliding her hands down your body. she’d press a few kisses on your neck before working the buttons on your jeans.

just the thought of getting to slip her hands down your pants is enough to have abby moaning. she thanks her lucky star she’s all alone in the house, ellie sleeping over at dina’s, joel visiting tommy and maria.

abby thinks about how she’d get you real wet with her fingers, maybe even get a taste. “oh fuck” slips past her lips, and she works her fingers faster. she can feel her high coming, fast. if she wasn’t alone, abby would probably have been more embarrassed.

abby thinks about the blue strap hidden in her closet, thinks about what she’d do to you with it. imagines you pushed down onto the sheets, ass up. she knows she wouldn’t be able to resist teasing you, rubbing the toy against your lips without slipping it in for real. she’d wait till you were begging, begging for her.

“oh my god, yes” abby’s getting more and more breathy, and the muscles in her stomach are tightening. it’s the thought of your face as you cum on her silicone cock, that gets her there. she can see the way your eyebrows would scrunch up, your mouth would fall into an silent “o”.

abby thinks about the way you’d clench on the toy, how your toes would curl. she thinks about how she’d continue to fuck the toy into you even after you’ve reached your high, how she’d bend down and press her chest against your back.

abby feels her cum run down her hand as she lets out a fucking whimper. she thinks about how you’d moan her name as she whispers into your ear, how pretty her girl is for her.

the urge to kiss abby, sit on her lap, bite her neck, squeeze her boobs, let her fuck my pussy with big fat strap and breed me 😞👉👈

— minors dni

okay first of all, abby’s boobies<3 second of all, i’ve had this scenario in my head for so long, like imagine riding abby but she’s sitting up, at the edge of the bed with her feet planted on the floor. you’re in her lap, riding her and working your thighs till they burn.

faces turned against each other so you can kiss her pretty lips and pretty tits how much you want, and so she can get a full view of your face when she’s fucking up into you. abby has her hands on your hips and your breathless, the sight of you in combination with the way the strap presses on her clit is enough to her moan.

it doesn’t take long for you to give up, letting abby take full control and slamming you down onto her. with shaky arms you move your hands from her shoulders to behind her back, and you move your face so you can press kisses all over her tits. sucking down on the skin, leaving what soon will turn into small bruises all over her chest.

it’s just that feeling of being so close to each other that really gets you both going, your basically hugging onto each other. abby loves you in her lap at all times, especially when neither of you are wearing any clothes.

when you start getting close, abby’s there whispering in your ear. up until now, she’s mostly let out moans and grunts, but she can’t stop herself from letting out a breathy; “you’re gonna cum all over my cock, pretty girl?”

god the Abby and ellie being sisters blurb has me biting the tip of my finger pleaseee write more 🙏

— minors dni

you should be embarrassed, really.

should be embarrassed by how desperate you are, how pathetic you’re behaving. ellie’s already told you you’re being weird, telling you to stop ogling her idiot sister. says it makes her wanna barf, and she still refuses to tell you if her abby’s gay.

refuses to tell you if you have a chance with her sister. but that doesn’t stop you, still taking every chance you get to get close to abby.

hanging out at ellie’s more often just to get a glimpse of her sister. you know you should be embarrassed, cause you’re acting like a lovestruck little teen. not only are you basically occupying your friend’s home, but you’re getting ready for hours on hours, and making sure you look your best, just in case abby’s there when you arrive.

even though you know you should be embarrassed, you just can’t. all you feel is excitement, and you’re so intrigued by the your friend’s older sister that any shame or embarrassment has been thrown out a long time ago.

abby barely knows your name, and yet you’re fawning over her like this. you should be embarrassed, but you can’t.

another girls’ night at ellie’s ends up with dina and ellie both fast asleep halfway through your movie marathon. you on the other hand, is still wide awake. tossing and turning in the couch, trying to finally fall asleep like your two friends cuddled up next to you.

but trying to go to sleep is pointless. and you know why.

abby wasn’t home, but just being in her house was enough to keep you on edge. you can’t stop thinking about the last time you saw her, how she walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel tightly wrapped around her.

you always thought she looked good, but nothing could measure to the way she looked that day. she had let her hair loose, which made sense- she just came out off the shower after all, and her biceps. oh god, the way her arms looked. skin still a little bit wet, her muscles glistening.

the worst part though?

when abby noticed you shamelessly checking her out, she gave you a quick nod and smirked at you. and you can’t help but wonder if she understands the power she holds over you.

giving up trying to fall asleep, you get up and start heading to the kitchen. just thinking about abby in that towel is enough to make your mouth dry, and you need a glass of water right now.

rummaging trough the cabinet in the dark, not even having bothered to turn the lights, your mind is still stuck on abby. it’s just not that she’s hot, but she’s really cool. ellie had accidentally let it slip that she was going to one of abby’s hockey games, before quickly adding an unconvincing “just ‘cause joel’s making me though.”

abby played for the university hockey team, and she was really good at it. stalking through her socials showed that she was an appreciated member of her team, always getting praise on her posts after big games.

lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear the front door opening and the thumping of someone’s footsteps. it’s not until the lights are flickered on that you react, and you almost let out a scream in surprise.

“relax, it’s just me” and of course, it’s abby who’s standing in the door frame. you’re getting flashbacks to the first time you ever met her, and as she walks towards you the smell of her perfume fills your nostrils. just keep it together, be normal.

she’s standing close and looking at you with such confidence you almost melt at her feet. abby surprises you when she says your name, before letting out a soft; “ellie’s friend, right?”

you didn’t think she knew your name, but it makes sense. ellie probably mentions you (and dina’s) name more often than you think, considering that you’re the only people she really hangs out with.

realising you’ve taken too long to respond, you just nod quietly. you can’t take your eyes of hers, feeling frozen now that you finally get her to yourself. it’s now the embarrassment creeps up on you, because you’re just so fucking awkward. giving yourself a mental slap, you try to muster up the courage to say something, but abby is faster than you.

“is ellie asleep already?” the question makes you a little bit confused, but you guess she’s curious as to why the house is so quiet and you’re up all alone. squeaking out a “yes”, your heart leaps when abby takes another step towards you.

she flashes that smirk that makes you weak in the knees, leaning her head to the side and licking her lips before whispering “good.”

abby saying "my sweet baby" 🥰🥴🥺 "my pretty girl" 🥺🥴😩🥵 "my love" 🥰🥴🥺😇🙈😩 "my perfect little angel" 🥵😩🥴🥴🥰💦💦

— minors dni!

she doesn’t realise what it does to you at first. key words, at first.

it’s not until she’s working her fingers into you while muttering praises of; “look at my pretty girl” and “that feel good, my sweet baby”. abby feels the way you tighten around her digits, and when the whimper you let out reaches her ears she groans.

it makes her move her fingers faster, makes her curl them and slightly widen the two fingers inside of you. the plan was to take it slow tonight, abby wanted to romance you with a home cooked dinner, woo you with some slow and sensual music and then take you to bed and make love to you.

but all that is thrown out the window now. all abby can think about is to make you cum as fast as possible, to get you ready for the strap that’s laying in a box underneath the bed. it doesn’t take long, and abby is grateful for that, her patience was wearing thin already.

she knows you’re getting there, she recognises the way your expression changes and the breathless whispers of her name. when she starts to whisper, you’re done for. coming undone her fingers as her oh so sweet voice spreads throughout the room.

“yeah, you like that? being my pretty girl?”

i need comphet!abby to see me for the first time and then immediately start questioning her sexuality🤞🏼

a/n: i fucking love comphet!abby, thank you for this anon. also i’m exhausted from my exam and will be making an early night, night night peeps

abby always thought that love was as far away from what the movies painted it out to be that it could possibly be.

that love at first at sight, when everything turned into slow motion and some cheesy music started playing in the background- or even that feeling of always being filled with butterflies.

she never felt that way with owen. no, what she had with owen was nothing like that. nothing like this.

abby had been walking down the hallway of campus, on the way to the gym, when she suddenly bumped into someone. her eyes had been set on her phone, and she hasn’t paid attention to where she was going.

in the middle of trying to apologise to whoever she just fucking knocked to the floor, her words had died out on her tongue when she looked up at you.

it had felt like one of those movies, when everything halted down to slow motion and abby swore she had started hearing the soft sounds of a piano playing in the background. when you squeaked out a “sorry” it was like you shot an arrow through her heart.

god, you’re cute. and beautiful.

she blames it on the fact that you’re just too pretty, she’s human after all and all humans appreciate beauty. abby won’t realise why she felt that way until much later on, long after she’s helped you pick up your stuff scattered all over the floor, after she asks for your number since she just wants more friends on campus.

it’s not until you’ve sparked up a friendship that it dawns on her, that the movies were right about love. she just hadn’t been looking on the right direction.

i’ve been doing some thinking about comphet!abby specifically when she first realised that there’s a small possibility that she likes you more than a friend.

it all started when owen and her fell apart. abby can’t bring herself to put the blame on owen for breaking up with her. knowing that ever since she started hanging out with you she hadn’t been trying anymore. not really spending that much time with him anymore, and whenever they did hang out she was always kind of in her own world.

when he confronted her, abby couldn’t bring herself to even try to save the relationship. she just didn’t care. when owen had asked her why, why they never seem to spend any time with each other, abby only muttered a soft “i’m sorry.”

she couldn’t tell him what she was really thinking. that her first response to his question had been something so… she couldn’t tell him her thoughts, she felt rude and dismissive, and abby cared about him too much owen to hurt him more than she had already done.

he has only pinched the bridge of his nose in response before continuing to speak. “this- this isn’t working, abbs. no dates, no i love yous anymore, no sex for god knows how long.” he was surprisingly calm, even though he was visibly frustrated he didn’t raise his voice once. it felt odd, this owen who was standing in front of her.

“this isn’t a relationship anymore. maybe it’s time we go back to what we used to be, and what we did best.” abby looks at him, her eyes cold and uncaring. she knows what’s coming, but can’t bring herself to fight for this relationship. instead she feels glad.

“maybe we should just be friends.” and god, abby doesn’t think she’s ever agreed with him more on anything.

on the way to your apartment, abby’s replaying the conversation she had with owen. she knows you’re waiting for her with ice cream and some of those sappy movies you love so much, the breakup cure as you called it.

she texted you the moment owen left her home, and you seemed to have taken her text as a need to be comforted. who could blame you though?

that would be normal right, to need comfort after you just got dumped by your boyfriend?

but abby doesn’t feel the need to be comforted. all she feels is relief. she doesn’t know why, maybe she was relieved that he did it so she wasn’t forced to. and maybe she texted you instead of her best friend manny because… she doesn’t know why she texted you, instead of someone else.

when she makes it up the stairs in your building, she replays owen’s question and her thoughts at the moment one last time. she just can’t make sense of it, why she would ever think that after he asked her the question.

“why? why don’t you ever hang out with me anymore?”

why? why would i when i have her?

im actually pulling out my hair because of the abby & ellie being sisters fanfic, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS???

abby has you wrapped around her finger.

you had sneaked into the living room a few hours before sunrise, luckily ellie and dina were both fast asleep still. you felt exhausted, but trying to sleep seemed impossible. instead, you tossed and turned on your side of the couch until you could hear the morning birds outside the big living room window.

ellie woke up before dina did. you could see the way she carefully slipped out of dina's arms before sitting up, stretching her arms before letting out a yawn. when she saw that you were awake, she blushed for a second, realising that you must have seen the way she was cuddled up to your dear friend on the couch.

the blush disappeared quickly though when ellie took a look at you and muttered "well, you look like shit." scoffing at her bluntness, typically ellie, you decided to keep quiet. because what could you say? sorry, haven't slept 'cause your sister kept me occupied half the night and then i couldn't stop thinking about her for the other half.

you'd rather not get attacked with a pillow this early in the morning. or even worse, have ellie stomp over to abby's room and create some kind of scene.

you would not want to be in the same house as her when she sees the bruises on abby's neck.

it doesn't take too long for dina to wake up as well, and before she can drop a comment similar to ellie, you quickly say "had trouble sleeping" while waving your hand dismissively. the way dina gives you a knowing smile takes you by surprise, but there's no time to question it as ellie is already heading towards the kitchen.

following her, you're filled with memories of the previous night. meeting abby in the kitchen felt like an answer to your prayer. it seemed to be impossible to get her to yourself, without the interference of ellie, without making it too obvious you were trying to get her alone.

her confident attitude made you weak in the knees, and when the word "good" had slipped past her lips you were sure you'd be melting into a puddle on the floor any minute.

maybe you should have been more embarrassed at how easy it was for abby to make you putty in her arms, but it's difficult to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how good she made you feel last night. it's really hard to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how she took you to her bedroom.

when you sit down to eat breakfast with the girls, you're completely zoned out. ellie doesn't pay you any mind however, busy rambling on to dina about the latest issue of that science magazine she's always reading.

sipping on the glass of juice in silence, it's almost as if you're back in abby's room again. you can almost feel her hand around your wrist again as you reminisce how she pulled you towards her bedroom door.

"what?" abby's soft voice had pulled you out of your thoughts. "nothing, i just- it's exactly like i expected it to be." giving her a small smile, abby's lips pulling into her signature smirk.

"you've been imagining how my bedroom looks?" her tone was teasing, but that had not stopped your cheeks from heating up. standing awkwardly in the opening of the room, the way abby had sat down on the edge of her bed and slightly spread her legs had made your heart quicken in your chest.

"why don't you close the door and come over here? thought we could have a little chat..." and the look in her eyes, the way she had looked you up and down as if she was ready to eat you, made it clear that she wasn't actually planning on just talking. so with that, you had closed the door behind you and made your way over to her.

"are you even listening?" ellie's raspy voice breaks you out of your trance, and it's only now you realise that both she and dina are done with their breakfast. "you gotta' hurry up, jesse is picking us up soon."

"yeah, yeah. i'll finish this quickly." stuffing your face with the food in front of you, you don't pay any mind to the sound of a door further down the hall opening. it's not until you hear the familiar voice of abby, greeting ellie with a "hey loser", that you look up.

at first, ellie only grunts something in response. when abby turns around, milk jug in hand, she truly gets her little sister's attention.

"hey, what's that on your neck?"

you should write about how the reader gets mad at abby and tells her she dont want nothing to do with her and gives her back all her shit and abby is just like “oh okay, whos hoodie is that? i want it back, and the shirt under i bought that for you. i think the whole outfit” which leads to something ykykykykk ☮️

it’s immature.

it’s immature, childish and stupid, but after your last fight, you can’t bring yourself to care. you’re fed up with abby and her antics, and on top of that, you’re angry.

you’re angry with her attitude and how she seemingly doesn’t really care about your relationship. she’s always been flaky, cancelling dates last minutes and not showing up to important things- well, things that are important to you.

abby is a busy woman, she always has been. you’re also busy, but you still manage to make it to her stuff. the only time you’ve missed a game of hers is that time you had the flu, and you even show up to training sessions that are extra important to you.

but abby doesn’t do that for you. there’s always something that she just can’t miss, and it has started to feel like you’re at the bottom of her priority-list.

it was an ongoing issue in the relationship, and something you needed to deal with, but you still expected her to show this once. not even abby was clueless to not know how important your birthday was.

when she didn’t show up at the restaurant, you had waited at first. checking the time every five minutes, giving her the benefit of the doubt until the feeling of embarrassment became too much.

you tried to call her, just once. when she didn’t pick up, you took your jacket and left. the way the staff had looked at you in pity only made the feeling deep in your stomach grow.

just like you expected, it takes two days of radio silence from your side for her to come crawling to your front door. you know this all too well, she’ll be pounding on your door with that guilty look on her face.

never even apologies before she uses your hidden spare key to open the door, then she’ll slip into whatever room your hiding in. press a kiss onto your cheek, and it’s like nothing ever happened.

not this time though. you’ve dumped all of her stuff in your hallway, and you’ve just been waiting to hear the sound of her car pull up next to your home, just waiting for her to use the spare key, just waiting for her to see the boxes with all her stuff in.

you can hear the door being unlocked, hear the front door open and you certainly hear abby’s exclaim of; “what the fuck?” all the way into your bedroom.

it’s immature and childish, but it’s working.

it has abby stomping into your bedroom, with furrowed eyebrows and a hand on her hip. you know you’re being immature, but still you feign nonchalance and look down on your phone. act busy, act busy, act busy.

“why is all that shit in the hallway?”

“your shit.”

“what?”

“it’s your shit. your shit is in the hallway, abby.” the tension in the room becomes thick, and it seems that abby now can feel it too. you see the way she shifts her weight around on her feet, the way she opens her mouth only to close it again.

“are you fucking serious?” her lips are pressed into a thin line, and she’s moving towards you with unsure steps.

you can’t help but let out a sigh, leaning back on your elbows on the bed. “yes, i’m fucking serious.”

“why is all my shit packed up then? can you tell me that?”

this all feels bittersweet, ‘cause abby is right where you wanted her, she’s getting angry and upset and that means she’s feeling exactly how she made you feel.

but the fact that she can’t see it, can’t see what pushed you to put all her belongings left behind in your apartment in those cardboard boxes makes you feel worse. why can’t she just see how bad she’s been treating you?

“your shit is in the hallway ‘cause i’m sick of you. i’m sick of your shit, abby.” you’re noticeable upset now, the pitch of your voice going up as you speak.

the room becomes silent, and god, the way abby looks at you is almost enough to make you feel guilty. almost. she looks like a kicked puppy, she nervously takes a step back and you see the way her lip trembles.

“are you- are you breaking up with me?”

her question is met with silence. if you speak now, you won’t be able to stop the tears from flowing. it’s too much, and you’re afraid that you’ll let her win. that one more look at her sad expression will have you apologising and pressing a kiss to her forehead, then going back to your normal lives as if this never happened.

you’re not looking at her anymore, your eyes instead trained on your lap. if you were looking at her, you would be able to see how abby’s expression was changing from her sad, sad puppy look into an angry, aggravated one.

when she says your name, you almost wince. it’s dripping with anger, and it hurts. ‘cause abby has never said your name like this before.

“if you’re just going to fucking dump me, i want all my shit back.” now that catches your attention, looking up in confusion. before you can open your mouth, point out the fact that all her shit is already packed, abby’s voice booms out again.

”like that fucking shirt for example, oh, and the hoodie. yeah, you know the fucking one.” she’s storming over to your closet, ripping it open, and rummaging around. you know which hoodie she means, and you feel heat creeping up your neck.

it’s the hoodie you stole from her a few months into your relationship. abby let you keep it ‘cause wearing it helped you sleep when she wasn’t there, making it feel like she was physically there with you in the bed.

“fuck you, abby.” you’re standing up in anger now, hands clammy. it’s her time to be immature, childish and stupid.

“oh now you decide to speak up. so, will you tell me what the fuck is up with you?” when abby is met with silence, she barks out a menacing laugh. “okay, then give me my fucking shit back. now.”

your eyes are burning, and you’re desperate to do something back. so, you pull abby’s shirt, the shirt you’ve been wearing, off your body and throw it at her. “here, happy now?”

she looks shocked for a few seconds before a taunting smile appears on her lips. she's raising her hand and pointing her finger at you, taking one, two, steps forward and saying something. you can't make it out, too busy staring at how her lips move.

it's the adrenaline from arguing, that must be it. that must be what pushes you to take a step towards her, and suddenly you're pressing your lips against hers. or was it abby that pushed hers against yours?

everything after that is a blur. abby brings her hands to your face, holding your face in between the rough palms of her hands. she walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed. when you sit down, abby pulls away. if you weren't so far gone, you'd be embarrassed by the whine you let out at the loss of her lips.

abby stands between your knees, moving her head to your ear. you use all your energy to focus on her voice, to try to hear what she's whispering against the side of your face.

“i’m not going to- not going to give it you” she’s panting in your ear, and all you can do is whine in frustration as you try to grind your hips, seeking relief. “you’re not getting anything. not until you fucking talk to me, you get that?”

moving your hand to the button of your pants and grunting out a “fine, i’ll just do it myself.” you almost except abby to try to stop you, for her to just cave in.

instead, she leans back and gives you a teasing smile. “fine, get off on your own. you know it won’t feel as good as me though, right?”

and you hate how she’s right, but you can’t let her know that. so, in a haste you shimmy your way out of your pants and move your hand towards your underwear.

the way abby’s eyes follow your movements with lust makes you feel good, powerful. for a few seconds, you forget why you’re here in front of her on the edge of the bed. forget about the look of anger and hatred a few moments ago. you almost even forget the way she made you feel at the restaurant, that humiliation.

the spell breaks when you hear abby’s voice again, her voice brings you back to reality.

“what are you waiting for?”

clearly, abby wants a show. so you’ll give her a show. slowly pulling your panties off your body, letting them fall down onto the floor next to her. the way abby’s eyes fixate on your cunt spreads confidence throughout you.

slowly moving your hands from your bra clad chest, relishing in the way abby looks at you, the way she bites her lips while looking at you.

you’re teasing her, moving one of your hands to the back of your back and unclasping your bra. the bra gets thrown to the side of the bed, and abby lets out a breathy sigh at the sight of your naked chest.

the way abby is still completely dressed in front of you, still standing in between your legs, while you’re completely undressed sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body.

you’re now fed up with your own teasing, moving your hands from your upper body downwards until you reach the space in between your thighs. abby’s eyes almost roll to the back of her head when you slip a finger inside of you, the sight making her weak in the knees.

leaning your head back in pleasure as you slowly start moving the digit, you quickly realise it’s not enough.

so, instead you try using two fingers. moving them in and out of you at a slow pace, you almost don’t notice it when abby suddenly sits down on the floor, on her knees, eye level with your pussy.

when she grabs the hand you got between your legs, you huff out an annoyed “what?”. she’s just sitting there, completely quiet, before she eventually says “fuck it” and before you can question her she dives right in.

abby’s tongue feels heavenly, she knows you well enough to bring you pleasure quickly. her nose is bumping into your clit, and you can’t help but let out a pathetic moan at the feeling.

the way her eyes are hazed over with desire is enough to make you grind up against her face, desperate for more. you swear, you swear, you see abby move one of her hands down to her own crotch. you crane your neck to try to get a better view of it, and when you do you can’t help but let out a whine of her name.

she moans against your slick, and works her tongue faster. when she moves her face slightly upwards and suck on your clit, you reach your peak. heart beating fast in your chest, completely out of breath, you feel how abby moves away from you.

before you can feel disappointed by her distance, she sits on the bed and pull you upwards, further from the edge.

still fully clothed she lays beside you, who’s still coming down from your high. you’re too gone to think about the way she lays besides you, the way she moves her arm and tries to carefully hold you.

the room is silent once again, but the thick tension seems to have melted away and instead there’s something else in the air, something neither abby or you can quite put your finger on.

“can you please talk to me about it now?”

there’s a beat of silence, and it makes abby nervous. you don’t look at her, instead you close your eyes. after a few seconds, you cuddle into her side and whisper a quiet “tomorrow”.

update: requests are closed for tonight!! y’all!! i’m having a smut night, send in a bunch of smut blurbs and i’ll answer them when i’ve finished watching fight club

abby fucking u in front of the mirror to combat ur insecurities,,perhaps? 👀

oh my god i can totally see abby doing this. she just doesn’t understand why you can’t see what she sees when she’s looking at you, and in a desperate attempt to make you see yourself out of her eyes she persuades you to try mirror sex.

she’d place you in front of your full body mirror, make sure you can see everything. abby has you on your knees, back arched and ass pressed against her body. she’s slamming you onto her strap, and if you close your eyes or look away from your own reflection she just pulls out, immediately.

refuses to give you what you want unless you do as you say. she wants you to see the way you it looks when she slams her length into you, wants you to see the way your breasts bounce at the force. she wants you to see how fucking hot you are, and she wants you to appreciate it.

she’ll even pull at your hair, forcing your head up and maintain eye contact through the mirror when she notices you getting close. she’s rambling praises, completely pussydrunk, and she gets so happy when she sees the way your eyes roll back at her words.

when you cum, abby stills inside of you for a few minutes. when you’ve managed to catch your breath, she starts moving again. when you whine at the overstimulation all she does is tsks, before using her hands to slam your hips back on her cock.

“keep on looking, i’m not gonna stop till you realise how fucking beautiful you are.”

movie theater date with abby but she's fingering reader and shoving her fingers in !r mouth to keep her quiet ❤️‍🩹

thinking about modern!abby being so rich that they have their own mini movie theatre in the anderson household. when she invites you over for a movie night at her house you know your girlfriend is up to no good by the absolute mischievous look in her eyes.

the entire gang is there, manny, nora, owen and mel. everyone’s sitting pretty far away from each other though, since there are just so many seats in the room. abby insists that you sit next to her, and that you crawl under the blanket with her cause she just wants to cuddle with you.

you should have known she wasn’t actually interested in an innocent cuddle session, especially not when she literally licked her lips while telling you it. you can’t bring yourself to be surprised when you feel her warm hand start wandering up your thigh, when she’s playing with the strings to your sweatpants.

abby’s nibbling on your ear and whispering “be quiet”, and you try to keep your eyes trained on the big screen in front of you. when abby slowly slips her hand inside of your pants and starts stroking her index finger against your clothed cunt, you can’t help the noise that slips out of your mouth.

lucky you, abby covers it up with a cough. she doesn’t trust you to stay quiet though, and instead whisper against your neck; “gonna have to keep you quiet, can’t have the others seeing what a slut you are for me”

when she slips two of her fingers into your mouth, you silently thank your girlfriend for calling dibs on the row in the back. there’s no way the others notice what she’s up to, what you’re up to, not when they’re so focused on the horror movie playing in front of them.

abby’s working her hand inside of your panties, moving a finger against your wet slick and you almost want to cry out in frustration at her slow and teasing movements.

she’s just rubbing against you, and you feel frustrated. if you weren’t surrounded by your friends, you would have voiced your complaints. but you can’t say anything, can’t plead and beg for abby to finally just fuck you with her fingers.

instead, you try swirling your tongue against the finger she has stuffed in your mouth. when you feel the way abby’s movements stutter, you know it’s working. you know she’s going to lose her patience, that she’ll skip past the teasing and just try to get you off as fast as she can.

she’s complete still, and you can make out the sound of her heavy breathing next to you. so, you carefully suck on the digits inside your mouth, and that’s all it takes. abby’s quick to slip her finger inside of you, slowly moving it up against that spot inside of you.

you’re already so wet it doesn’t take long until she enters another finger, and she’s moving even faster. if it weren’t for the expensive sound system, you’re sure the others would hear the way abby’s working her fingers into tou.

“you’re so fucking naughty, letting me finger you when all of our friends are here” when you clench down on her fingers at her words, abby can’t help but let out a breathy moan. you’re so filthy, too filthy, and it’s making your girlfriend feel so hot. “yeah, you like that? letting me touch you when they’re right here?”

abby would literally reply to her girlfriend's texts with: one more “🥺” and you’re getting bent over yes i think about modern!abby a lot

not only that but she’d text you it when she knows you’re busy. abby can’t help but smile to herself when she hits the send-button, knowing you’ll be pressing your thighs together and thinking about her bending you over, running her big hands over your back and having her way with you.

all you did was reply 🥺 when she messaged you that she misses you, oh, and also when she told you she’d have dinner ready when you got home ‘cause she knows you’ll be tired from work, oh, and a third time when she told you she couldn’t wait till you get home.

and abby can’t wait till you get home, especially not after you only replied 🥺 to that message. she’s gonna make sure to show you she means business when you get home.

Ellie or Abby spanking you

can totally see abby spanking you.. like the first time she does it, she’s just being playful. you’re laying down, ass up, and as she’s getting ready behind you and using the tip of her strap to tease your wet cunt abby brings her hand down and lightly slaps your ass.

she does not except you to moan out loud at the sensation, and she definitely does not expect you to push back against her pelvis in the search for more.

after that she’s literally addicted to it, nothing she loves more than seeing how needy her girl gets when she brings you down in her lap and spanks you. if she’s feeling extra cruel she’ll even make you count ‘em until she’s satisfied. abby just can’t help it, she’s obsessed with how wet it makes you, with the way her own palm stings when she’s done.

whenever she’s done with spanking you, she’ll use her big fingers to feel how wet you’ve gotten. the way she brings her fingers to her lips, so she can have a taste, always sends a spike of pleasure down your body and has you begging for more:(