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⋆ ˚。⋆୨-Harvest of Hearts-Abby Anderson Headcanons-୧ ⋆ ˚。⋆
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I'm sorry I can't help myself with October and my Abby Anderson head-canons tbh..hdsfkjhf
- Also this makes up for the fact I wont be doing KinkTober -`♡´-
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-October held a special place in Abby's heart; it was her absolute favorite time of the year. She adored the crisp autumn air, the rich tapestry of colors that painted the landscape, and above all else, the enchanting magic of Halloween.
-Abby cherished the moments she spent with you, her girlfriend, in your shared love for autumn. Some of her most treasured activities with you included Pumpkin Patch Dates, Haunted House adventures, Apple Picking, cozy Movie Marathons, and dreamy nights of stargazing.
Pumpkin Patch Date: Abby would insist on an early start, knowing that the morning sun cast a warm, golden glow over the pumpkin patch. It was the best time to choose the healthiest and most vibrant pumpkins for carving.
-As you would wander through the pumpkin patch, she'd giggle affectionately when you picked out pumpkins with quirky shapes, unusual spots, or even ones with multicolored splotches.
-She'd suggest taking polaroid photos of each other holding the chosen pumpkins, capturing your smiles and the sunlight filtering through the leaves from the mostly barren trees.
Haunted Houses: Haunted houses held a special place in Abby's heart, and the anticipation built throughout the year was her favorite. It wasn't merely the chilling thrills or the eerie ambiance that drew her in; what excited her the most was seeing your scared face and when you clung onto her after someone in a cheesy mask jumped out at you two.
-To comfort you Abby would let you squeeze her hand and she would do the thing where she rubs her thumb over your fingers. Her touch was not just comforting but almost therapeutic, she made sure you were okay throughout the house with soft pecks and giggles.
-When startled by actors in costume, Abby wouldn't just scream, she'd also burst into laughter, turning the scares into a shared joke between you two.
Apple Picking: Abby fucking loves apples, there's no way. Abby's excitement for apple picking was contagious, and she wanted to ensure that your day in the orchard was nothing short of perfect. She'd insist on an early morning start, well before the orchard's gates opened to the public. It wasn't just about the freshness of the apples; it was about the serene ambiance of the early hours, the gentle sunlight filtering through the trees, and the crispness in the air that made it the ideal time for picking.
-Abby would gently coax you into parting your lips as she playfully stuffed the apple into your mouth making you share one with her, giggling.
-Abby paid close attention to your preferences, and if you had a specific type of apple you favored, she'd make it her mission to seek out and handpick only those varieties
Movie Marathons: Abby made sure to remember your preferences on scary movies so she could make a list to watch with you..
-The couch or bed would be adorned with a multitude of plush pillows and a couple of cozy blankets for you both to snuggle into. Abby had a way of making you feel at ease, she often became your preferred pillow since you got easily scared at these movies..
-Abby held you even closer, her arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. She made sure to comfort you when you shook or gasped. Abby's grip would tighten briefly, as if to say, "I'm here", and "I've got you hon."
-If you fell asleep during the movies she wouldn't even be disappointed because she knew you were like this when all snuggled up and cozy..
Stargazing: Abby would lay out blankets on the grass, creating a cozy nest for both of you to snuggle into. The softness of the blankets and the warmth of her presence was all you needed.
Abby would hold you close kissing your forehead and whispering soft compliments and sighs.
Sometimes if it was damp out Abby would set up blankets and pillows just like she would in the fields and do it in the 'bed' of her pickup truck..
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Okay this was really lazy, I have a headache and I need to write smth about mechanic Ellie (?)
I love Abby and October so I needed to write my fav head-cannons.. There's probably a bunch of spelling errors but..whateverr...
Okay bye bye!! -`♡´-
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starfleetsacademy · 7 months
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dashboard moments that can kill a man instantly.
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kyngsnake · 6 months
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officially earning the dilf title
[wes belongs to @situationwolf]
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pennywhistle2021 · 1 year
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I wanted to focus on deep reds for this one 🍁 Also, Hoagie’s drink is based on a candy corn flavored milkshake I had recently that was AMAZING 😍 I don’t normally care for actual candy corn, but that shake was GOOD
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heavenlyhischier · 5 days
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yes f1 tv is so cool you can watch and switch through all the drivers cams and radios
i will be looking into this later
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chickenlittlefan2015 · 5 months
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happy thanksgiving 2023
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musicalchaos07 · 8 months
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1989 for the album ask :D
Best song: Style/You Are In Love/Clean ( I can't decide)
Favorite song: New Romantics
Least favorite song: I Know Places or Bad Blood (swifties pls don't come for me)
Overrated Song: Out of the Woods (they're gonna take my swiftie card)
Underrated: This is difficult because it's obviously the fandom favorite but for me personally How You Get The Girl and I Wish You Would don't get enough love
Banger of All Bangers: BLANK SPACE IS THAT GIRL
Rating: like an 8 maybe a 7.8 I am not a 1989 girlie tbh but I'm not a hater like I was fighting for my life in the Swiftie trenches when Shake It Off dropped because so many people hated it. I'm def excited for Taylor's Version but yea
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bitch-exe · 2 years
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microdosing fall by making monkey bread and a chai tea latte
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pinktaeyeon · 4 months
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hello ! getting exo updates today was so euphoric i'm in this saranghaja shit for life!!!!
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sadgirlautumn · 1 year
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SAY SIKE WHST TYR FUCK
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ourautumn86 · 4 months
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the farmer’s daughter
dbsf! abby x fem! reader
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summary; abby knew it was wrong to like you. you were her best friend’s daughter. but she couldn’t help it.
cw; +18 minors dni!, reader isn’t shy!!!, nudity, body worshipping, kissing, begging, tit and nipple play, oral sex (r receiving), praise, use of nicknames instead of y/n, hair pulling…
she knows she shouldn’t. you’re her best friend’s daughter. but she couldn’t help herself.
it was a hot july afternoon. the sun was bathing her freckled skin and broad exposed shoulders. sweat was running down her face in salty droplets that she swiped away before they could reach her sky blue eyes.
she had been helping her best friend for hours on his farm, soiling the ground for the autumn and helping him out with some oil and tire changes for his truck.
“some lemonade?”
and there you were. in your denim short jumpsuit with just a mere bikini underneath. you were a sight for sore eyes. with tanned skin exposed for her hungry ones.
“thanks honey.” you father gave you a smile as he took one of the glasses being offered, gulping down the sweet iced lemonade.
“thanks.” abby said, taking the other, and you gave her a nectar grin.
“i’m going to the lake for a little bit with laura.” you informed your father, who nodded.
“okay, you two be careful out there, yeah? don’t wantcha drowning.” he ordered in his deep accent. you snickered.
“i would never.” you gave her a soft kiss on his sweaty cheek. “good luck with your truck!” you quickly waved as you ran towards the field, where your friend was waiting for you, towels in hand.
abby watched you go, your beautiful hair waving against the wind and shining under the sun. what she’d do for a kiss of your lips…
“sweet isn’t it?” you father inquired, tasting the lemonade you’d made for them, although abby was not really thinking about the lemonade when she answered.
“yeah. real sweet.”
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when you got back to your house, your father was nowhere to be seen.
abby was in the kitchen, drinking a cold beer to fight the warmth of the summer.
you were dripping wet, your clothes and towel hanging on your arm as your drenched hair let droplets fall onto the skin of your chest.
“where’s dad?” you inquired, leaving your things on the kitchen table and opening the fridge, bending over to retrieve some lemonade.
“went out to the market. said he needed to buy some stuff.” she said, her eyes roaming your body; the arch of your back, the nipples poking through the top of your bikini, your perfect little ass… abby gulped down another mouthful of her beer, feeling the heat of the summer on her throat.
you hummed. “probably ingredients for dinner. he’s been craving my meatloaf.” you smiled at her, jar in hand.
you took a glass and poured some of the lemonade in it, hurriedly gulping it down in a frenzy. desperate.
abby seemed amused. “thirsty?” you hummed, finishing down your drink and spilling some of it down your chest. if your skin would be sweet before, now it could make her teeth rot.
“it’s so hot outside.” you gasped. abby’s eyes followed the droplets as they found your cleavage.
she shook her head, taking a cloth from the counter to walk over you and press it against your chest. “so clumsy…” you looked up at her, into her ocean eyes, feeling your heart beat faster at her closeness. abigail anderson, your father’s best friends since you could remember. 6,3ft of pure muscle and inches of blonde braided hair that reminded you of the wheat your father reaped. she was strong, kind, intelligent and really, really attractive. your eyes roamed her face, the scar on her left cheek, the little freckles that have shown on her nose due to the sun, her long eyelashes, her supple pink lips…
“sorry…” you muttered, unconsciously biting on your bottom one. her eyes followed the motion, quickly returning to your eyes.
she pulled away, clearing her throat. “you’re drenched.” she said. “your father would kill you if he saw you wetting the floor.” you chuckled.
“you’re right.” and that’s when a glorious idea came to your mind. you turned around pulling your hair to your front to expose the laces of your neck and back. “do you mind?” you looked over your shoulder at her, and abby frowned. before she realized what you wanted her to do.
“oh… sure.” she said with a cough, coming up from behind you. you felt your skin rose in goosebumps when her fingertips graced your skin, holding onto the strings of the bow of your back before slowly pulling. she gulped. slowly undoing it. you took a deep breath, standing still, your heart deafening. once it’s strings were hanging by your sides, abby slowly moved to the one surrounding your neck. the time she took to get it undone seemed to stretch out. abby’s tongue wetted her lips. she could feel her stomach churning, her hands shaking. you felt the top fall. you didn’t even bother to catch it, letting it slide down your navel, exposing your supple breasts and perky nipples.
you slowly turned once again, the piece of clothing abandoned at your feet. and abby felt like she couldn’t breath, faced with your nudity. with your beautiful exposed skin. your cheeks were reddish under her gaze. you felt small and delicate under it. as if you could break. maybe you wanted it.
“what are you doing?” she breathed out, her throat dry.
“you don’t like it?” you muttered, and she quickly let you know it was nothing like that.
“no, no… it’s just…” she sighed. “you shouldn’t be… we shouldn’t be…” but again, you were looking at her with those pretty doe eyes, offering yourself in a silver platter for her to devour. and abby was a weak woman. “fuck it.” she growled, shortening the distance that stood between the two of, cupping your plush cheeks with her warm hands to bring your lips to hers. it was devastating. how they felt. soft. sweet and sour.
you hummed, your back arching against her as you got on your tiptoes to reach her lips. she tasted like beer, and cigarettes, salty due to the sweat that coated her skin. fresh pines engulfed your senses as you pulled on her braided locks. her tongue pressed against your lips in invitation, and you opened up for her, moaning on her mouth. she pressed against you until you were against the kitchen counter, her hands leaving your face to slowly drift down your neck to your shoulders, elbows, hips, and lastly your thighs, pulling you up the cold surface. you gasped as it made contact with your skin. or maybe it was her hands on your waist, the same hands that now were hungrily kneading at your breasts, fingers tweaking your hardened nipples. you whimpered when she left your lips, her mouth leaving wet kisses down your neck.
“abby…” you breathed out, her name tasting like honey on your lips. “please.” it was as if your words had power over her, one simple plea and she was down on her knees for you, dying to worship you like some kind of god. you stared at her from above, as she looked at you through her blonde lashes. her hands were on top of your thighs, shaking in need to touch you in places no one has ever touched you before.
you opened your legs for her. a silent invitation as your hands went to the strings of your bikini bottom, pulling at the laces on your hips until it was loose, barely hiding you from her. but not for long, ‘cause you were pulling at the piece of clothing to drop it on the floor, where your top laid.
“fuck…” the blonde cursed at the sight of you, at the sight of your sticky folds, exposed twitching leaking hole and your puffy reddish clit. the next curse that filled the air came from your lips as her own wrapped around that throbbing bundle of nerves, her hands pushing your thighs over her strong exposed shoulders for a better angel.
“shit, abby… yes, just like that, please…” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your jaw falling slack as a pant left your lungs. her tongue was hungrily lapping at your slick, she was starved, yet slow. she wanted this moment to last, maybe for ever. your fingers pushed in between her golden locks, tugging her closer and making her groan.
“ hmm god.” she hummed. “taste so good, baby…” there were fireworks behind your eyelids as your back arched. this was heaven, and you were a sinner for wanting her this bad. abby didn’t mind being one too.
you’re sweet as honey as you drip down her chin, as one of her fingers sink inside of you and you let out this moan that makes her believe you’re certainly an angel if not a god. something holy you must be. for her to push aside the guilt that making you hers brings down her shoulders, that sinks her down to her knees and makes her forget the fact that you’re her best friend’s daughter.
she crooks it up against your g spot, and the fireworks turn into stars.
abby feels like she’s been locked out of heaven for so long… but now, in between your legs, hearing you moan her name, she feels blessed, pure.
she adds another finger, and the stretch makes you cry out as she sucks on your clit. you’re close. and she knows.
“abby, i’m gonna… please don’t stop, please…”
and even if she wanted, she couldn’t. she wouldn’t. not when you beg her. when you plead so sweetly it’s making her rot.
“cum for me, honey. cum for me.” she looks drunk on you, pupils blown, lose strands of her hair sticking to her forehead and lips swollen and shiny on your slick.
and something you do is give it to her. in between moans and cries and whimpers you spill inside her mouth, body shaking in ecstasy.
and abby drinks it all up. scared. terrified. terrified that this would be the last time she will get to taste something as holy as you.
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a/n; this does not mean my hiatus is over. i just wanted to post something. hope you like it.
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abby slutting ellie out pleeaassee 🤭
Behind Closed Doors
SUB!ELLIE WILLIAMS X DOM!ABBY ANDERSON
Word Count: 3.7K
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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A/N- So I'm finally working through my mountain of requests and I couldn't resist starting the new year with Ellabs! Sooooo Happy New Year!!!
WARNINGS: Mean Dom!Abby, Sub!Ellie, impact play, semi-public sex, canon-universe, hair-pulling (like a lot), spit kink, pussy eating (ellie!receiving), scissoring/tribbing (wtf is the difference), degradation, no aftercare
SYNOPSIS: Ellie is paired up with Abby on patrol and everyone feels bad for them. It's no secret that they are always at each other's throats... but if only they knew just what happens when the doors are closed.
ALL BANNERS CREDITED TO @cafekitsune
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Everything was going her way right now. She had woken up on time, she had enough time to take a shower even, and she was able to get breakfast before patrol! The sun was up, and the autumn air was comfortably warm, enough for her to wear her thin hoodie all day long. Everything was going good… And then she saw her assignment.
“Unfuckingbelievable…” Ellie’s hand went to the board where she saw she was running the Hoback Pass trail with… of all the people that she could go with, why was it her?
“Damn, you got Abby?” Ellie looked over her shoulder to see Jesse standing right behind her. A deep sigh left Ellie’s throat as she ran her entire hand across her face and tried to calm down. She knew it was too good to be true. And she knew that the second they were deep inside of the patrol route, her and Abby would be attacking each other like wild animals. It was always inevitable.
Shimmer was being pulled in from the paddock as Ellie went to retrieve her rifle. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Joel and Abby’s dad, Jerry, leaning against the fence on the far right with mugs in their hands and casually talking, clearly enjoying their day off. Ellie envied them, but at the same time she felt bad for Jerry. He had the world’s bitchiest daughter.
“Where even is she?” Ellie checked the chamber of her rifle and made sure it was loaded before a hand curled around the barrel. A very large, veined hand that she could recognize with her fucking eyes closed.
“Don’t fall in the lake again,” Abby remarked, her hair in that same stupid braid it always was. She was wearing a flannel that she cut the sleeves off of and underneath was a black compression shirt with a few tears near the collar. She sure was adapting to that Wyoming fashion after being here for like… five years now.
“Oh my, god, that was one time,” Ellie rolled her eyes and yanked the rifle out of her hand, slinging it over her shoulder with her backpack. Abby simply scowled and went to get her own rifle while retrieving her horse.
As usual, Jesse gave the morning talk like he always did before he jumped onto his horse and the gates opened up. Ellie noticed that Dina was riding with Manny today; that’s good. They got along great and shared stories about Mexico, and New Mexico.
Ellie looked at her partner and saw that Abby seemed more than eager to get this patrol started. What was going through her mind right now?
“You ready for this?” Ellie scooted Shimmer closer to Abby’s stallion, Artax.
Abby looked over at Ellie, and smirked. “Try to stay quiet this time.”
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Attacking each other like wild animals was almost an understatement…
Everything was going like normal, with Ellie and Abby clearing out their routes, taking down any infected that was nearby and making sure the paths were clear… And as soon as they reached their first lookout, Abby snapped.
Seconds after Ellie signed them in, Abby was pushing her face down into the table and grabbing a fistful of her auburn hair, leaning down low enough to whisper into her ear in just the right way that it drove Ellie crazy every time. “Wore those fucking jeans on purpose, didn’t you?”
Ellie couldn’t stop herself from whining from Abby’s gravelly voice, basking in the warmth from her body heat and leaning back against her. Ellie knew that the blonde loved these jeans, and for some reason, she just couldn’t help herself when grabbing them this morning. They hugged her ass almost perfectly.
“Y-you fuckin’ wish,” Ellie teased, her heart racing at Abby sliding her hands down in order to grip her ass with her immense strength. What was it about this damn woman that made Ellie want to submit but give attitude at the same time?
Abby’s veined hands slid into the back pocket of Ellie’s jeans before her thumbs traced the crease between her asscheeks, teasing the redhead to no end as she moved her hands down and dragged the tips of her fingers across the denim crotch. Abby didn’t miss the way Ellie shivered at her touch. And Ellie couldn’t hide how wet she was even if she tried.
“Fucking sad, isn’t it?” Abby taunted, her right hand sliding back up to grab at Ellie’s hair hard enough to make her eyes water. “You hate me… and I’m the only one that can fuck you good enough.”
“S-Shut up,” Ellie demanded. “J-Just stop fucking talking.”
“Oh, but you like it when I talk,” Abby taunted before her hand curled into the waistband of Ellie’s jeans and started yanking them down over her rear. For some reason, Ellie knew this would happen… and she had this sickening suspicion that Abby was prepared this. “You love it when I degrade the fuck out of you and split you open on my fingers, don’t you?”
Ellie stayed quiet, trying to deny her and biting down on her lip in order to stifle the sounds that were escaping her against her will. Abby wasn’t having it. Her massive hand came down and smacked directly against Ellie’s ass. A loud yelp left her and she looked over her shoulder and stared Abby down with a simmering glare. Abby was grinning.
If Ellie wasn’t careful, Abby might get angry enough to rip her jeans in the process… it’s happened a few times in the past before, and that was an awkward walk back to Jackson. Falling in the river? Yeah, that’s why she trashed her jeans, not because the seam was ripped right over her cunt so Abby could have easy access to her.
Tried to blame Ellie’s shaking legs on the cold water… But Abby knew the truth.
The blonde was waiting. She wanted to hear Ellie say how desperate she was for her, but Abby was going to need to try harder than that. She knew Ellie and knew that she was a stubborn little shit until the end.
Ellie tried to blame the sweating on the hot weather, but that wasn’t fully true. Her shirt was sticking to her bare skin uncomfortably, and normally Abby would have her almost completely naked by now, but the blonde was holding back. She was torturing her, and Ellie didn’t know if she loved it or hated it.
“You gonna say it?” Abby leaned down, her braid tickling the side of Ellie’s neck as she breathed against her skin. Ellie scowled, looking at Abby with narrowed eyes and resisting the urge to spit on her cheek like she’s done in the past. Their dynamic was so fucked, but so much fun that they just couldn’t stop themselves from sinking into madness. When Ellie curled her lips downward into a mocking snarl, Abby scoffed and grabbed a fistful of her hair once again, yanking her off the table and pushing her down onto the couch against the wall.
Ellie can’t even remember the number of times they fucked on this couch. And now another one was about to be added to their mental list. Abby put the sole of her boot into Ellie’s chest, forcing her to lean all the way back against the couch. Once she was satisfied, Abby removed her foot and stepped forward, standing between the auburn-haired girl’s legs and reaching down with her right hand.
“Open,” Abby demanded, her fingers gripping Ellie’s jaw as she huffed, and denied Abby what she wanted. In retaliation, Abby lightly swatted her cheek with her hand, forcing Ellie’s head to cock to the left as she whined. “Don’t make me fucking repeat myself.”
Ellie opened her mouth, and Abby immediately slipped her fingers in, dragging her index and middle digit across her tongue and teasing her mouth in the most torturous way possible. Ellie drooled, saliva slipping from her tongue and down her neck as Abby pushed her fingers a little further into her mouth and made the girl gag.
“That’s it, good girl,” Abby praised, seeing the way Ellie shivered when she gave her the positive words. She knew that Ellie loved it when she praised her, but Abby loved to tease… And she loved to degrade. And while Ellie loved sweet words of affirmation, she also loved being treated like a slut sometimes… and by sometimes, she means every time with Abby. “Head back… just like that…”
Ellie sat there obediently and whined as Abby leaned forward and mercilessly spit into Ellie’s open mouth. Ellie’s heart was racing with every passing second as she did exactly what the blonde wanted. Abby pressed a kiss to the corner of Ellie’s lips and released her jaw. “Swallow.”
She gulped without a word of disobedience.
“Oh, fuck this,” Abby looked frantic as she got down on her knees in front of Ellie and began yanking down the girl’s jeans as fast as she possibly could. She almost ripped the denim, wrestling with Ellie’s dumb converse as she yanked them off and left her in just her shirt and socks before leaning down and grabbing Ellie’s thighs with both hands. The veins flexed in her forearms and Ellie huffed pathetically.
They’ve done this dance so many times before. Ellie was so familiar with Abby’s touch by now that she knew what to expect when the woman was desperate. Her tensed fingers gripping at Ellie’s flesh was making her tremble with anticipation as the blonde dived down like she couldn’t take it anymore. It was only a few seconds before Abby’s tongue was on Ellie’s pussy.
“OhmyGOD,” Ellie arched upward, her eyes rolling to the ceiling as she fell against the back of the couch. It always felt like the first time, and she could never get enough of the blonde’s mouth on her for as long as she lived. Ellie looked down, seeing how Abby’s brows were pulled in almost anger as she lapped her cunt from her hole to her clit, drinking in her arousal and pushing her legs up so Ellie’s knees nearly touched her shoulders.
Abby loved being in control. She had no problem folding Ellie’s limbs around so it was easier for her to take advantage of her body and have her lay in the perfect way so she could reach her deepest parts and get Ellie to make the sweetest sounds. Not once had Ellie topped Abby, but it didn’t seem like an issue. She always made Abby cum so it didn’t matter… Ellie loved being used by her like this. It was a part of her that she was allowed to lose and give to someone else; a piece of control she could relinquish willingly to the strongest person she knows.
Ellie didn’t voice that she trusted Abby, but it was wordlessly affirmed for her almost every time.
Abby was drowning in her. Ellie’s heavy taste was making her moan, her tongue dancing between the girl’s slick folds and feasting on her pussy like she was the most delicious thing she’s ever put in her mouth. Ellie wasn’t allowed to touch her yet… not until Abby said so.
The blonde’s fingers squeezed her thighs harder, and Ellie let out a squeak that was so pathetic, Abby almost felt mercy for a second. She broke away from her core for a small second, panting and looking down at how the girl’s cunt was glistening with pleasure and her drool. God, Ellie was so fucking hot that it was painful. Abby was ignoring the pulse in her own cunt as she looked up and latched her lips around Ellie’s clit, sucking hard and making Ellie’s body jerk forward off the couch.
“FUCK!” She sounded like she was in pain, her eyes squeezing shut and her thighs shaking as she bent forward and wrapped her arms around Abby’s head. Fuck the rules, she wouldn’t survive this if she couldn’t touch her. Abby allowed it, and hummed with approval at Ellie’s nails scratching on her scalp. “Fuck, shit… A-Abby…”
The blonde wiggled her head from side to side as her tongue provided delicious stimulation for the tattooed girl at her mercy. She was drowning and loving every second of this… but Abby wanted more. Oh, she wanted so much more that it was painful.
Ellie was in ecstasy, but it was immediately ripped away when Abby broke off from her cunt and leaned back, looking at her and bringing her strong hand down to deliver a swat to her glistening pussy, right over her exposed clit. Ellie screamed, and immediately covered her mouth. If she was any fucking louder, the lookout would be swarming with infected… that would be beyond embarrassing to explain to everybody.
“Abby w-what the fuck is—” Ellie complained, now angry that the blonde stopped. But her complaints died on her mouth when she saw Abby stand up and unbuckle the belt on her hips, pushing her cargo pants down and unlacing her boots. “Can’t wait, huh? I’m that irresistible?”
“Shut up,” Abby bit back, grabbing at Ellie and pulling her off the couch. She laid her down over the sleeping bag that was left from the last patrol that had to stay here, pushing her down onto the ground and kicking her boots off, along with the jeans and underwear hanging off her ankles. “Shut up and do what I fucking say for once.”
“And if I don’t?” Ellie barked, staring Abby down with a fire behind her eyes. Abby didn’t like that answer and she immediately began to pull away, almost like she was about to get dressed again. Ellie began to panic, and she reached out, gripping Abby by the front of her shirt. “Okay, okay, you win!  Fuck, I’ll do whatever you say, just please—”
Abby smirked, caging Ellie with her arms for a brief moment as she bent down and captured Ellie’s lips with her own. The kiss was soft, gentle, the opposite of what these two were with each other. That was one thing that always felt wrong, but so right… It didn’t matter how hard Abby fucked her, or how aggressive she was with her… Ellie always gave her the sweetest kisses that had Abby’s heart racing and it made her tremble with some forbidden emotion that she swore she didn’t feel for Ellie.
“You even beg like a whore,” Abby teased, resulting in Ellie biting her bottom lip. The blonde responded with gripping Ellie’s hips and pushing her upward a little before she used her right knee to lift the girl’s leg up a bit. “Come on, behave. Leg up, on my shoulder.”
Ellie obeyed, and she wasn’t sure if it was because her cunt was pulsing angrily, or because Abby smelled so good when she leaned forward and trailed her lips down the outer column of her neck. Ellie lifted up her leg, resting her calf against Abby’s broad shoulder as the blonde wasted no time in crawling over her body and slotting herself perfectly between Ellie’s legs.
“God, just fucking look at you,” Abby taunted, dropping forward and listening to the way Ellie groaned as she felt the blonde’s slick cunt slide against her own dripping pussy. Why did these two completely opposite women fit together so perfectly, like puzzle pieces from different boxes? Abby reached forward and pushed Ellie’s bangs out of her face, basking in how her green eyes sparkled with tears that threatened to fall. “You want me to fuck you so bad, you look stupid.”
“T-Then fucking do it already,” Ellie snapped, her fists curling into the front of Ellie’s shirt as she yanked her down, veins bulging from her hands as she showed that aggression that Abby adored in her little spitfire so much. “Fuck me like you fucking mean it.”
Abby fell forward, her hands slamming into the floor behind Ellie’s head as she rutted down against her. The mix of their juices together provided the most perfect friction that Ellie couldn’t stop moaning, even for a second.
Normally she wasn’t this loud, but for some reason today, Ellie was overly whiny and vocal. It was like she was more sensitive than normal, and everything that Abby did was sending her into overdrive. She was wetter, her heart was racing faster, and her muscles were trembling with every single thrust of Abby’s cunt against her own.
Ellie reached up, grabbing the back of Abby’s neck and biting her lip as she did everything in her power to stifle her sounds, but it just felt too fucking good, and she didn’t even sound like herself! Ellie has never made these kinds of noises before in her life… Abby was practically drooling.
Everything was going just how Abby wanted it… and then Ellie grabbed her braid. A rough yank to her hair had Abby’s head snapping back and she gaped, eyes widening as she looked down and stared into Ellie’s green irises that seemed almost playful as she tugged on the braid again.
It was like a trigger as Abby just moved her hips faster, and ground herself down against Ellie’s cunt harder. She felt Ellie’s clit rub against her own in the most perfect way that Abby’s pace was beginning to falter, and her hips started stuttering. She hasn’t been able to cum in almost a week… Abby was just as sensitive as Ellie.
“Shit, El…” Abby huffed, her heart slamming against her ribs as Ellie’s fingers began aggressively curling in her hair. It didn’t take long for Ellie to unravel the braid, long blonde waves falling over and framing her face in golden curtains. Ellie loved seeing Abby with her hair down… it made her look even more beautiful than before. “Fuck… b-better cum f’me…”
“A-Abby… Abby, please…” Ellie sobbed, falling back to the ground. One of her arms went over her eyes and she arched off the floor, trying to meet Abby’s movements and slip herself along the blonde’s beautiful pussy. Abby was having none of it.
“No,” She grabbed Ellie’s wrist, pushing both arms down onto the floor and towering over her. She was really testing how far Ellie could stretch as she nearly forced the girl into a split. “Don’t you f-fucking dare look away from me… Want you to look me in the eyes… w-when you fucking cum— Jesus christ…”
Ellie couldn’t bring herself to disobey even if she wanted to. It was like a hot shower after falling in a frozen lake. It warmed her from the outside in, sending Ellie into sudden trembles that quickly took over her entire body.
“Fuckfuck— Ohmygod Abbyyyyyy…!” Ellie pressed her forehead against the blonde’s her eyes rolling back as her orgasm brought her to literal tears. Abby wasn’t far behind as she rutted against Ellie’s cunt that was getting wetter and wetter with every second.
Abby stopped moving, her hips jerking forward as low, violent groans of pleasure left her throat. “F-Fucking take it, baby… Making a fucking mess of this pussy…”
She could only hold herself up for so long. It didn’t take much for Abby to fall, her arms giving out as she pushed her face into Ellie’s sweat stained shirt. She carefully moved Ellie’s leg, listening to the poor girl cry out as her thigh cramped up and she fully lowered her limb down onto the floor. Her breath was labored, and her heart was racing and pounding hard enough that Abby could hear it and feel it against her face.
Both of them were quiet for a long time… What exactly are they supposed to say about it? It was always slightly awkward after they fucked each other speechless. This part never got any easier to deal with. A sigh left Abby’s throat as she looked up, trying to gauge Ellie’s expressions, but as always, she was an expert at schooling how she was feeling on the outside.
“You okay?” Abby asked, sitting up slowly and looking into Ellie’s eyes. Her pupils were dilated and to anybody else, they could assume she had gotten high. Abby began to remove herself from Ellie, her face turning red at how their bodies stuck together in the most vulgar fashion. “Ellie, are you—”
“I’m fine,” Ellie remarked, rubbing at her face with both hands as she sat up off the floor, only to fall back on her palms when a wave of dizziness washed over her. “I’m always fine…”
“Yeah,” Abby muttered wordlessly, reaching for a towel inside of the emergency duffel bag that was kept at every lookout. She slowly wiped off her inner thighs and stomach before she went to clean Ellie up, only for the redhead to stop her. “Would you just—”
“I’m not a fucking baby, I can do it myself,” Ellie snapped, wiping her legs off and making sure the remnants of Abby’s slick wasn’t left on any part of her skin. “See? Fully capable.”
“Just…” Abby looked like she had more to say. Ellie waited, pressing her thighs together to try and regain some sort of modesty, but Abby just scoffed, reaching for her jeans and tugging them back on. Ellie looked disappointed. “We gotta get moving.”
Ellie knew she was the one in the wrong. Abby always tried this every time. She would ask if Ellie was okay, and if she needed anything. Abby always tried to clean her up, whisper words of praise, even tried to kiss her once when it was over… But Ellie wasn’t having it. She was cold, aggressive, and pushed all forms of aftercare away from the blonde like being fucked by her was the worst thing she could think of.
Abby refused to tell Ellie just how much it hurt her. Every time Ellie denied her advances, Abby felt her heart ache all over again… Funny, isn’t it? How the biggest, baddest person in Jackson is the one pining after the rudest bitch to ever walk the streets.
Abby was embarrassed for the rest of the patrol route. She felt angry, dirty even, as she watched her patrol partner act and kill like nothing had happened, and nothing was wrong. Like she didn’t just have Abby all over her and against her…
Would Ellie ever let Abby in? Would Abby ever stop simping for Ellie? Or the bigger question…
Would they ever admit to themselves just how badly they were in love with each other?
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die4swag · 5 months
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something to bond over
pairing: ellie williams x reader, abby anderson x reader
warnings: dom!ellie&abby, threesome, strap on sex, brief spanking, oral, fingering, orgasm denial
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u don’t know how u ended up in this situation.
ellie grunting and drilling her cock into ur twitching hole, her bangs sticking to her forehead due to all the sweat. abby held u nice and steady, ur head on her stomach as she watches what ellie is doing, waiting for her turn with ur poor body.
u may not memorise how it started, but u do remember what u were doing before this. or u would if u weren’t so fucked out. anyway, lemme remind u.
if u knew nothing, there was at least one thing u were sure of. abby and ellie could not stand each other. and it wasn’t only u who was aware of it, all of ur mutual friends knew, as each and every one of them rolled their eyes whenever they started bickering.
it was a cold night, the chilly autumn air slowly morphing into a cold, bitter winter one. u invited them over for a movie night, in hopes they would maybe talk it out or make peac- whatever the fuck they had to do to finally stop going at each other’s throats. u were all nestled on ur bed, u in between them, watching- actually, u don’t even remember what u were watching. half the time u were texting the groupchat little updates about how it’s going so far, if they talked or something.
u felt ellie’s hand rubbing ur thigh. u didn’t really pay attention to it, as u were pretty used to her getting touchy when she gets comfortable. on ur right side there was abby, who was glaring at ellie’s hand like a hawk. she also started rubbing ur thigh, going from ur knee up to ur hip and back. u felt their breaths near ur ears. from ur peripheral u saw abby smirk at… ellie? what kind of a fucking fever dream was this? why are these bitches smiling at eachother? no, yeah time to call the cops, murder is about to happ-
“what’s wrong, pretty? gettin’ a little red there, aren’t we?” ellie whispers. her raspy voice sends a shiver down to ur cunt “oh what, do u not like it when we touch ur thighs? we can stop if u want” abby says. all u do is shake ur head frantically, too turned on to care about anything else. ellie grabs ur hand, guiding it to her crotch. u feel something hard and thic- yeah no lemme stop with this goofy ass shit, it’s her strap wohoo what a fucking surprise. u look down at ur thighs, abby’s hand still resting there. she only moves it away to toy with the hem of ur oversized shirt that u wore for the movie night. y’know, to be comfy. she whispers into ur ear again, “can i take this off, baby?” and u don’t even wait for her to do it as u pull the shirt off. ellie smirks, eyeing ur body as u were not wearing a bra. she pushed u to lay down, pressing kisses to ur neck as abby kisses ur collarbone, all the way down ur chest. they start ridding u of the rest of ur clothes until u are completely naked. ellie’s eyes hungrily gaze at ur dripping pussy. “can i?” she asks, laying between ur thighs. u just nod, which earns ur ass a slap from abby’s firm hand. “fucking answer her question” abby hisses. “y-yes.. fuck, yes ellie to- touch me please” u whine. the words come out pathetic from ur mouth, but it’s enough for ellie to latch her plump lips onto ur clit, harshly sucking. u let out a moan from the sudden feeling. abby positions herself so she is sitting behind u, ur back to her front, or more like ur head to her firm stomach as u are slumping, too weak to sit properly. ellie continues licking all the way from ur hole to ur clit and then back as abby whispers small praises into ur ear and keeps a firm hand on ur tummy to hold u down. as u start getting close, u start pawing at abby’s forearm. ellie’s eyes shoot up and when she notices this, her mouth leaves ur cunt, licking ur juices off her lips. u gasp and buck ur hips to desperately search for friction, but no avail as abby keeps ur lower half pinned with just her hand. ellie smirks, shoving her sweatpants down to pull out her cock. u eyed the purple toy, as if it were to attack u. u look up at abby desperately, but she only coos and kisses ur forehead “u can take it baby, can’t u?” she gently says. ellie aligns her cock with ur hole “y’ready baby?”. u nod, but then immediately correct urself, not wanting another slap on the ass “y-yes ellie” u mewl weakly. her cock slides in, slow and steady. u let out a moan from the back of ur throat at the burn of the stretch. when she stuffs her full length in, she finally starts moving, slow and calculated at first, but animalistic a second later. u are a moaning mess, being held down by abby and stuffed by ellie. u claw at abby’s forearm yet again, tears rolling down ur cheeks from all the pleasure. ellie’s movements don’t cease, she continues grunting like a bitch in heat, drilling her dick into u. abby scoffs, grabbing ur limp body under the armpits and lifting u up so ur head lays on her broad chest. “can u fuckin’ slow down with her? i want my turn too, williams.” the name rolls off bitter from her tongue. but ellie doesn’t stop, fucking u even harder if it’s even possible. “a-ahh.. fuu— mmphhnn!” is all that can come out of ur mouth at the moment. ellie notices it all, the way ur eyes roll back, ur hands pawing at abby’s forearm, ur moans getting more high pitched. u are getting close again. ellie stops. u whine, trying to move ur hips into her cock more but abby doesn’t let u. ellie pulls out, petting ur cheek and kissing the pout off ur pretty lips. she nods at abby, switching places with her as abby settles between ur thighs, immediately latching her mouth onto ur cunt, as ellie sits behind u, rubbing ur tummy. “oh—nnn” incoherent babbles leave ur lips again as abby’s tongue works on ur cunt. her thick fingers join, thrusting into ur sopping hole. suddenly, ellie whispers into ur ear “cmon baby, tell me, who fucks u better? me or abby? hmm” u can’t even answer. u let out a pathetic moan, bucking ur hips into abby’s mouth.
abby’s lips leave ur cunt “oh baby. am i not the one who gets u there faster?” she says before latching her mouth onto ur cunt again. u squirm, moan and buck ur hips, wanting the release so bad. ellie whispers into ur ear “cmon baby, let it go. cum for me and abby” and so u do.
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#FNAF MOVIE !! ♡ — SWEET NOTHING (MIKE SCHMIDT X READER).
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#. synopsis! — sometimes it feels like mike may never escape the past, but he hears the future in the beat of your heart (nightmare reverse comfort) .
#. characters! — mike schmidt .
#. warnings! — vague references to past traumatic events (canon compliant) .
#. word count! — 1.1k .
#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .
#. others! — navigation & masterlist .
#. a/n! — i got an autism diagnosis today lmao, makes sense tho.
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The house is dark and shrouded in silence, broken only by Mike’s uneasy groans and his occasional writhing in his sleep. What seemed peaceful at the get-go has become something less content, leaving him entangled in the sheets and pulling most of the shared blanket to his side of the bed. The late autumn chill hanging thick in the air has you shivering, casting a tired, half-lidded gaze to the digital clock resting on the nightstand. It’s four minutes past three thirty in the morning, displayed in vivid, neon green digits that prompt a slight scrunch of displeasure from your face at the glaring brightness.
You remind yourself that this really has gotten better. It’s been weeks since the last time, and he’s been going to therapy like you suggested, even if he was a little unsettled by the idea at first. His new job cleaning up after club-goers at a nearby joint pays pretty well, all things considered, and with your income added to the mix, money is still tight at times, —but he’d decided after the first few sessions that you pressured him into that it was worth the trouble.
Still, that doesn’t negate the obvious. Mike has suffered a lot in his lifetime, and that’s hardly lent itself to consistency or stability. Some of it has been his own doing, while other parts have been far too out of his control, and he’s been learning how to maneavour his way around that misty grey area in between to the best of his ability. But he’s not ineffable, and sometimes, especially on nights like this, the cards fall where they may. At least this time he’s not waking up in a cold sweat, halfway to a panic attack, sweat drenching the mattress beneath him. At least this time he isn’t gasping for breath, clawing at something unseen in the shadows of the bedroom, jerking away like a rodeo bull the moment you reach out to ease him down. 
He mumbles something that sounds like a plea in his sleep, but it’s muffled by the pillow his face is squished against. If he weren’t obviously disgruntled, you might have been tempted to admire how cute he looked for a little while longer.
“Mike,” you say softly, reaching out to rest a gentle hand on his bare shoulder, “hey.”
He reacts slightly to the touch, but isn’t fully awake, so you try again.
“Mike,” you repeat, fingers curling around the curve.
This time, it’s enough. His eyes shoot open, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness, then locking on your face. He sits up slightly, perching on his elbows. The breath he lets out in the aftermath is sobering.
“Sorry,” he utters, letting his head hit the pillow unceremoniously.
You ignore the unnecessary apology in lieu of brushing some loose strands of brown hair away from his forehead.
“You alright?”
He gazes up at you with those sweet, puppy-dog eyes that he doesn’t even have to try to put on. They’re just his natural state, and heaven knows you could spend a few lifetimes gazing into them if it were possible.
“Yeah, yeah,” he huffs a little, reaching up to grab your hand and hold it in his own.
His touch is so soft and tender, albeit calloused and a little clammy from the leftover adrenaline of his nightmare. He’s really come a long way, and you hope he knows that. You wouldn’t mind saying it, but he’d definitely get embarrassed by it, so you avoid laying verbal praise on too thick when you can help it. This time three months ago, he’d have been jumping out of bed to rush down the hall into Abby’s room, only letting himself relax upon seeing her sleeping form bundled up beneath her covers. Now, he takes a deep breath, exhales it slowly, and kisses your wrist.
“Nothing to worry about,” he assures you.
“I always worry about you,” you answer, offering him a lopsided smile.
He gives you a knowing look and replies: “That’s exactly the problem.”
You roll your eyes playfully and watch as he fiddles with your fingers for a bit before glancing in the direction of the clock.
“What time is it?” He asks.
“Too early for you to be awake,” you respond lightly. “You can sleep for a few more hours at least. You’ll need it.”
Mike nods, letting his heavy eyelids close again.
“Bit of an understatement,” he jokes.
It really is though. If anyone knows about hard work, especially hard work for the sake of anyone but himself, —it’s him. The least he deserves is a proper night’s sleep. You figure that’s why it’s so hard for you to see him like this, even when it’s getting better. You’d trade your dreams for his in a heartbeat if it meant he could be less haunted at night.
“C’mere,” he murmurs, voice laden with drowsiness.
He drops your hand only to open his arms, encouraging you to take your place on his chest. It’s comfortable and intimate all the same as you nestle against him, seeking comfort and closeness, and hoping with every fiber of your being that you can offer the same to him. Mike tugs the comforter up to your neck, one arm folding around your shoulders, thumb caressing the fabric of your pajama shirt. For a moment, you find yourself wishing you’d gone to sleep without it, just so he could rub against your skin directly.
You relish in his warmth, body molding to the contours of his own, —finding the closest thing you’ve ever known to heaven on Earth. Quiet connection simmers in the surrounding air, sparking like static electricity, and you let your eyes close.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly.
He probably won’t, but it’s always better to ask, if for nothing else than to let him know that the option is available.
“Not right now,” he replies, and though he’s turning your offer away, there’s an undeniable softness threaded amidst it all.
“Later, then?”
He hums, and you feel it ripple through his chest.
“Maybe.”
Later might never come, but that’s okay. As long as he knows that you’re a safe haven to seek refuge in, then that’s enough for you.
“Just get some sleep for now,” he continues, craning his neck forward to ghost his lips against your forehead, his stubble scratching your skin in a way that makes you smile on command.
“Night,” you mutter quietly, snuggling further into his chest.
“Night, baby,” he returns, smoothing a hand along your hair.
It’s quiet for a moment or two, and then he sheepishly adds: “I love you.”
No matter how many times you hear it, it still gives you butterflies.
“I love you too.”
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heavenlyhischier · 20 days
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HIII MY ABBY 🤍🤍
HI SWEET AUTUMN HOW ARE YOU
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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 months
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«Hot Toddies || Mike Schmidt ||
A/n: I can’t stop writing for this man.
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“You didn’t have to do this you know.”
Slipping out of your car, your lips tugged into a smile as Abby rushed off to look at animals.
“Do what?”
“This?” Mike pulled his hands from the pocket of his jacket as he gestured around him. Your parents farm was set up with different autumn decorations, a small little corn maze off in the distance but Abby was to focused on the animals.
Sighing, you grasped Mike’s hand tugging him off towards your horse. “First of all I didn’t do anything, my parents did this.”
“Ya but-.”
“Second, you two deserve a little break after everything that happened.” You muttered, shaking your head you stopped in front of the pen cupping the man’s cheeks. It was nice seeing the bags under his eyes slowly fading but you could see he was still tired. “Now relax okay.”
Sighing, you rested your head against his as he gave you a smile. “Okay.”
Grinning you gave his hand a squeeze tugging him along as you pointed out various animals, Abby’s attention on the goats.
When the day was finally over, Mike carried Abby into one of the rooms of the guest house. Holding two drinks in your hand you smiled as he tucked his sister in bed. “So cute, you’d be such a good dad Mike.”
Feeling his cheeks burn for a moment he started it stutter out a response. Walking towards him, you shook your head placing the drink in his hand pinching his cheek. “Try not to have a heart attack Mike. Now come on, I could use a good cuddle on the couch.”
Following you, Mike took a sip out of the drink you had given him. “What’s this.” The alcohol would do his best to calm him down from what you said. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it, but would he really be a good father after what he witnessed?.
Relaxing on the couch, you took a sip of the drink sighing softly enjoying the warmth of the alcohol as Mike sat next to you. “It’s a hot toddie.” Placing your drink down you snuggled up to the man as you rested your head on his chest, your fingers clutching his sweater. “They’re supposed to warm you up but, I prefer this much more.”
Taking another sip of his drink, he then placed it down beside yours as he tugged you in. “Hm, I feel the same way.”
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