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abigail // mary magdalene by jan boeckhorst

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IM GONNA THROW UP EVERHWHWRE

No clue what happened to the last post, whoops

Anyways, butch cowgirl abby

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How many times do i gotta bury you, John Marston?

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clit warming with abby ??? thinking so many thoughts rn

a/n | sorry if this isn't what you wanted!! lol

tags | abby x reader, smut (barely,) fluff

The pale of the moonlight kissed your skin, a luminescent ray that glittered across your soft features as you slept, haloing you with angelic luster as you rested in your dream-like state of unconsciousness. Abby thought you looked beautfiul. As she undressed herself, peeling the dirt and bloodsoaked clothes from her body in an uncoordinated, sloppy manner until she was down to her boxers and ribbed tanktop, she knew you looked beautiful, could see it with her own eyes as she struggled to keep her attention on anything but where you slept; sprawled out on the sheets in picturesque beauty.

Thoughts swirled through her mind; all of you.

You danced across the backs of her eyelids each time they drooped closed; blinking away the exhaustion that filled her body. Your smile was permanently etched in Abby's mind as if you were a prophecy of something greater, calmer- something she had always needed.

Now she had you- though, that hadn't necessarily been the case today.

Gone since the moment the sun peeked over the horizon, the only time Abby had seen you the entire day had been in the form of her standing by the bedside, admiring the way your nose twitched and eyebrows creased as you slumbered. She had walked for miles, fought off what had to have been thousands- if not millions- of infected as the seemingly neverending day progressed. One close call after the other, she should have thrown herself right in bed and slept for the next day and a half- and yet, the only thing on her mind the second she stepped through the door was you.

She couldn't help herself.. She was only human.

Roused from your sleep by Abby's calloused- yet always soft- fingertips, she brushed loose hair from your face, strands tickling your skin. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness around you as Abby's burly frame came into view, her silhouette outlined by the celestial crescent looming in the otherwise starless night sky.

"Abs.." You breathed out, you voice soft and groggy with sleep as you reached out for the girl as if acting on pure, not-yet-aware-of-your-surroundings instinct. Any awareness you did possess rested solely in Abby, settling in the muscles of her physical form- one you longed to hold after a day spent apart.

With a groan of relief, Abby fell into you, allowing her tense muscles the limpness they craved. It was almost as if her body let out an audible sound of relief, bones and ligaments under the thickness of her skin sighing dreamily as she nuzzled her pouted face into the crook of your neck. "Hi, pretty.." She drawled, her sleepy-sounding words followed by a kiss to the shell of your ear.

You shivered in spite of your drowsiness, goosebumps prickling on the surface of your skin at the sweet display of affection- though, you couldn't help the feeling that rose in the pit of your stomach, something stirring inside of you as Abby's body weight pressed into you, her heat fuelling a slowly-burning fire that you had suddenly become aware of. "Missed you, baby," Abby continued, her soft lips brushing against your neck as she spoke, seemingly unaware of the effect she had on you from the moment you opened your eyes to see her standing there.

Maybe she was aware. A small part of her, at least, as she began trailing kisses along the curve of your shoulder, soft noises of contentment spilling from her puckered lips. "D'you hear me? Said I missed you."

Those few words had you realizing you hadn't said a single thing. Your brain had shut down, cut off at the source by the woman who had you caged beneath her, her hands pressed into the mattress on either side of your head as she gazed down at you. "Missed you, too, Abs," You offered as a weak, slurred response, pressing your palms against Abby's chest that was almost flush against your own.

Though hardly visible- the expression drowned out by the droopiness of her sleepy face- a smug smile pulled at Abby's lips. "What you thinkin' about, baby? Hm?" She questioned, a knowing tone to her voice as she exhaled something akin to a chuckle through her nostrils. "Thinkin' about me?"

Thankfully, the blush that immediately flushed to your face was hidden by the darkness that blanketed the room with obsidian-like shades, each adding to the shadows that casted over both yours and Abby's lustful features. "Mhm.." You swallowed down the lump in your throat in order to respond, your own words- or lack thereof- leaving you with a hint of embarrassment that almost made it hard to breathe.

"Well, 'm right here.." She cooed, a hint of amusement laced in her tone. Then, her amusement faded, the blue irises that filled her eyes almost completely morphing into nothing but dilated pupils as she gazed at you with an expression that was almost doe-like, needy as she leaned down to press her face against your sternum. "God, you smell so good.. Feel so good," She all but groaned against you.

It wasn't long until her kisses gave into their desire to explore every inch of your body, pliable in Abby's grasp as she hooked both her left and her right index finger and middle under the elastic of your underwear- your usual sleepwear consisted of one of Abby's shirts and a pair of shorts, but laziness had overcome you this night. "Just wanna feel you, angel." The tone she used was almost begging; begging to feel you, to be skin to skin. To be connected to you at an almost inseparable extent was something she craved more than the air that she breathed. "Let me?"

Who were you to deny her?

That question alone had always led you to where you are now.

Legs spread around each side of Abby's face, she had her mouth connected to you, rosy lips wrapped around your clit in a manner that spread warmth throughout your body. The feeling flooded through your tree-like veins, travelling to a place of contentment that lived inside of you as your fingers glided across the golden ridges of Abby's braid, scratching at her scalp to try and relieve the tenderness beneath the tightly-wound hairstyle.

She was in heaven; soft grunts spilling from her lips with an undeniable tune of tranquility that graced your ears in muffled form. With her arms hooked around the backs of each of your thighs, her hands grabbed and groped the plush fat of your body she was absolutely obsessed with, keeping her mouth to you as if one of you would disappear if she pulled away - either way, it would be absolutely tragic.

You couldn't help the way your hips twitched beneath her. Couldn't help but whimper ever-so-slightly as, for just a tiny fraction of a second, the feeling that throbbed inside you with an insatiable need was sated.

A thin string of saliva stretching from Abby's pouty lips to the sensitive bud of your clit, you whined when she pulled away, fighting away the temptation to dig your fingers into her scalp and pull her back in- somehow you resisted. "Relax, baby.." She slurred, her body limp with the exhaustion that wanted so desperately to take the lead. "Don't get yourself worked up.. Just wanna feel you.." She repeated, relaying the same words she said that had gotten you into this mess in the first place.

With that, Abby nuzzled her face against the inside of your left thigh with a tired sigh- one that, though low, showcased just how happy she was with this situation; to have you with her, to be right where she was always meant to be. She placed a soft kiss on your skin, a smile pulling at her lips as she took you into her mouth once more.

#abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson moodboard #abby x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #wlw #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2

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name something you could hurt yourself riding on

Adding to the Cowboy!Abby agenda before I fall asleep (also, I have writers block lmao this is my apology)

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tags | abby x reader, fluff, crybaby reader (me asf) rewrite!!

A hazy mist of smoke wafted through the usually comfortable, congenial air of the kitchen, flittering to the floor like dust particles dancing in the light of the sun. It stuck like glue, creating a thin sheen on the linoleum tiles of the kitchen, marking them with an overwhelming smell of burning that would remain until, inevitably, you'd sporadically clean and rearrange the space on an indecisive whim as you had so many times before.

The coolness of the marble countertop you were perched upon contrasted that of the humid, stuffy room- the unbearable summer heat was providing no comfort whatsoever as you gasped for air, tears of overstimulation and pain slipping down your flushed cheeks, a feeling of guilt building in your chest.

"Shh, baby.." Abby cooed at you as she stood between your legs. With a delicate touch, she wrapped a wet washcloth around the burned, slightly blistered skin of your palm- left that way by the scorching hot pan of cookies you had your heart set on making especially for Abby. Now, your attempt- and, truthfully, sacrifice- was deemed futile as the cookies lay discarded in their pan, singed to the parchment paper in blackened, once heart-shaped piles.

"Ab-Abby.." The words you wanted to say were lost on you, nothing but gargled speech as your breath hitched incessantly; quick puffs of air filling your lungs, morphing into something that could hardly be described as breathing.

"I know, angel.." She crooned, sympathy etched on her features in the form of the deep crease between her eyebrows, her already pouted lips downturned into something that could be mistaken for a grief-stricken expression. With her hand wrapped around yours, securely holding the washcloth in place, she freely reached up with the other to brush the stray hairs from your forehead, slicked to your skin by the sweat that had pooled at your hairline. "Y'gotta breathe, hear me?"

Hand planted tenderly on your tear-stained cheek, the pad of her thumb brushed the glimmering tears away that, although tore her up inside to see, were truly the cutest thing. She lifted your gaze to hers, and she couldn't quite swallow down the smile that forced itself onto her face, her cheeks aching under the sheer giddiness she felt at the sight of you. "Hi, my pretty girl," She whispered, and you crumpled.

"Abby.." You started yet again, your voice a little stronger- though it wobbled up and down as you tried to fight back a fresh set of tears. Abby was being so sweet to you, even after you just ruined the cookies she had been looking forward to the entire day. "'M sorry," You choked out, unable to keep your head from dipping low, your gaze steadfast on your lap, watching your fingers fiddle and twist the lint of the washcloth.

"Hm?" She hummed, her tone laced with confusion as she leaned forward, nuzzling her nose into your hair, inhaling your addicting scent with a soft groan. "Don't have to be sorry, baby. Why're you sorry?"

"Well.." You whined with a soft sigh, inhaling a deep, self-soothing breath you then let out in the form of a long-winded, seemingly neverending string of complaints. "I just wanted to make you cookies like you wanted- because you said you wanted them, you were looking forward to them- and I burnt them, and now you're mad at me, and you hate me.."

Abby, as patient as ever, listened until you were through, threading her fingers through your hair all the while. She let out yet another hum, this time one of thought, as if she were silently going over every single detail that had just carelessly spilled from your lips. "Look at me, angel," She urged, and you reluctantly lifted your head with the help of a small nudge from Abby under your chin.

Unspoken words settled in the air, making room for itself right alongside the smoke that still lingered as you and Abby gazed at each other. It's as if you could hear the words she only thought, the raspy sound waves that made up the beautiful voice inside of her gracing your ears before she even spoke. "Do I look mad?"

And, the honest answer was no. No, Abby didn't look or act like she was mad. No, she didn't act as if she hated you. The furthest thing from either of those stared back at you, smiled back at you, softly caressed your cheek- your tears now gone, stray ones only latched onto your eyelashes, dampening them into a slightly darker color. "No.." You finally mumbled.

"No," Abby echoed, sure of what she was saying and wanting to make sure you grasped just how sure. "I'm just worried.. How's your hand? Doesn't hurt too much, does it?" She worried, glancing down at said hand, still wrapped in hers and the slowly-drying washcloth.

You shook your head, humming a soft, declining, "Mmh-mmh.. Just stings a little."

"Good." She leaned forward, planting a feather-light kiss to your forehead. "Just wanna make sure my baby's okay. We can always get more cookies, can't get another you.."

#abby tlou #abby anderson #abby x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson moodboard #wlw #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #cries in touch starved

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love you cowpoke!

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For every girl who doesn't quite feel real୨୧

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When I say I want long hair this is what I mean

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gf!abby save me. ... . . . save me gf!abby

girlfriend!abby headcanons | support palestine pure fluff (my baby fr) ᰔ

pics not mine, found on pinterest!!

gf!abby is 100% the type to open car doors, hold heels, pick up anything you’ve dropped. chivalry is alive and well in abby anderson.

she will insist she hates doing face masks and stuff with you, but will be all ‘???’ when you decide you’re not in the mood for it.

i am so convinced that this girl cannot cook for shit. like she’ll be all “pshh it’s fine let me cook tonight” and you’ll arrive and at least 3 things will be burning.

abby is the type to use her height to her advantage, holding random shit you need over her head and looking down at you with that shit eating grin.

if you were to make her a playlist that would be the only thing she’d listen to for weeks analyzing each song, making sure she knows alllll the words

idc how big and tough she is she 100% loves to be held, sneaking to put her head on your chest while you scroll aimlessly on your phone, or laying there whenever you’re telling a story, letting out soft hums of acknowledgment to prove she’s listening and not drifting off to sleep.

okay that’s it. will probably make a p2 or a nsfw version. i love her so much guys u don’t get it.

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Heyy! I love your work so much, I was wondering if you can do an Abby x Reader fluff were she takes care of you on your period. Take your time, Thanks! 💗💗

tags | abby x reader, fluff fluff fluff!!

The gilded, ethereal glow of fairy lights blanketed the room around you as you lay curled up in bed. Lined along the decorated walls of the bedroom you and Abby shared, the golden hue of light wrapped you in a tranquil embrace, almost lulling you into a deep, restful slumber as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each passing moment.

The death-like ache that squeezed deep within your uterus prevented that from happening.

Like a tightly-wound spool of thread, aches and pains twisted and turned throughout your stomach, knotting themselves into something completely unsalvageable. You clutched your forearm over your abdomen, curling yourself into a ball as tears threatened to spill from the corners of your furrowed eyes.

However dramatic it may have sounded, you always felt as if you were truly on your deathbed when your time of the month rolled around. Like clockwork, for one week out of every month, you'd end up curled up in a ball somewhere, howling about how this was the end.

Luckily- and by what had to have been some sort of preternatural miracle- you had been gifted with the sweetest, most greatest gift of all; Abigail Anderson.

And, as if on cue. As if Abby could sense a disturbance, she appeared within your line of sight. Adorned with a fuzzy, freshly-washed and still warm blanket thrown over her shoulder, as well as a tin box of cookies- that you had only ever seen used as your grandmother's sewing box- she walked into the room, making a B-line to the bed where you lay; poor, pitiful you.

"Brought you some stuff, angel," She spoke gently, the bed dipping down under her weight as she sat beside you. Her fingers immediately threaded through your hair, brushing stray ones from your flushed forehead and tucking them behind your ear as she smiled. "How's my girl?" She questioned after a moment of silently gazing down at you. If you weren't curled into yourself, you'd have noticed the way her pupils dilated, the dark color contrasting that of her pretty blue irises.

"I'm in hell.." You groaned, to which Abby chuckled- a sound that was quickly followed by a string of slightly amused apologies when you sent her a glare.

However, the smile that pulled at the corners of her lips fell when a faint sheen of tears glimmered in your eyes. "Aw, I know, baby.." The warm, soothing palm of her hand came up to cup your cheek, holding you as delicately as she would a piece of antique porcelain, priceless in its beauty and value. "What do you need, angel? Hm?"

Huffing, your lips downturned into a pout, frown lines indenting in the soft skin of your cheeks. "Do you know where the heating pad is?" You questioned, your tone laced in something that couldn't be described as anything other than the sound of defeat.

"Mm.." Abby hummed in thought, a faint crease forming between her light-colored eyebrows as she absentmindedly twirled pieces of your hair around her finger- something she always, almost instinctively did when she was near you. "No. Sorry, sweet girl. Haven't seen that since your last period, remember?"

And, of course, that was the worst possible thing Abby could have said. Those few words alone had your theatrics booming in full force, at the very forefront of your emotions as you curled back into yourself, a long, seemingly neverending whine spilling from your pouty lips.

"C'mon, baby" Abby groaned in faux annoyance, though the smile that once again started to form betrayed her facade. She wrapped a hand around your bicep, tugging gently in an attempt to rouse you from your hermit-like state of agony. "Lay back.."

Interest peaked, you stared at Abby though a small, barely-there slit in a single eyelid. "Why?"

"Just lay back. Trust me, angel." Once again with that nickname that never failed to set off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, fluttering about with an endless luster. That feeling alone almost completely overwhelmed the cramps that had seemingly made a permanent home inside of you.

Almost.

"I'll make it better," She added, and that was enough to have your body loosening, straightening out as you laid on your back. Box of cookies discarded on the bedside table, the blanket left folded by your side, Abby maneuvered onto her stomach, settling comfortably between your legs as she snaked her big arms around your waist.

You couldn't help but giggle when the first kiss of many landed on your hip bone, the fabric of your shirt tickling the skin under Abby's lips. "Abs.. What are you doing?" You questioned, a giddy feeling rising in your chest, quickly diminishing any and all pain-ridden feelings and thoughts as Abby nuzzled her face into the plushness of your stomach.

"Can't have the real thing, I'll be your heating pad." Though she seemed nonchalant, shrugging off her statement as if it were nothing, she felt anything but. She felt the furthest thing from nonchalant seeing that smile of yours she absolutely loved- the first one she's seen all day. Pride swelled in her chest, shoving aside any ounce of casualness she may have possessed as she watched your pretty face break out into an expression of pure contentment- an emotion you had been severely lacking in.

And it was all because of her.

#abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson moodboard #abby anderson x reader #abby x you #wlw #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #im so normal about abby anderson

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cowboy abs! this is actually my fav piece ive done in like. forever.

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Lanachella.

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Abby Anderson, my muse 💝

This was supposed to be a quick sketch idk what happened. I blame the song Picture You by Chappell Roan for this sappy romantical piece 😩

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So the "good info" I traded those fish for turned out to be bogus. Despite our repeated dead ends, my gut tells me the Fireflies are in Santa Barbara. Somewhere. (I'm picturing the snark I'd be getting if you had heard me say that - shut up!) Gonna check another tip back in the suburbs. Wish us luck.

I was sitting by the fire at night with Lev, looking at the waves, thinking about you. I told him your stupid joke about the skateboarding grandma. He laughed so hard he spit out his food. It's the happiest I've seen him yet. I miss you.

You'd have liked it here - There are no towns, just small caravans that move up and down the coast. Everyone says Santa Barbara is haunted. Like some Bermuda Triangle. I think it's beautiful.

I saw a seal the other day. It had spots. Is this some karmic way of you mocking me?

#abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson moodboard #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #moodboard #santa barbara #Spotify #adrianne lenker

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