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more directive!abby when?🤷♀️👀no pressure take your time babe
detective!abby keeps me up at night.
she used to be a detective in a big city, but a particular grim case made her leave for a southern county, where she usually deals with petty theft and break ins.
she grew up in a small town like this. one where everybody knew who she was before she did, so she’s respectful, but stern. barely smiles — not a hint of happiness on that woman’s face. sure, she joshes around with her team, but never enough for them to invite her out for drinks. never enough to call them friends.
she’s the only woman on the team — bar the receptionist at the station, and sandra, who works in the evidence room — so when you join, fresh out of the academy, she’s not sure how to take you.
the team treat you more like a daughter than a cop. what’s worse, is that you grew up here, so everybody knows you. abby has to withstand your fathers demands that she’ll take care of his daughter, as if you didn’t finish top of your class. as if she hasn’t seen you during shooting practice.
as if she hasn’t seen you take down a man twice your size.
she lives in the town that bares memories of you. visits your family’s diner — a place she frequents regularly — and sees framed photos of you. black and white shots of your christening, your confirmation, the white dress you’re donning frilly and freyed from the generations of use.
little berkshire county, they call you. before it eventually whittles down to berkshire county, then just county. or kid.
darlin’.
college! peter parker x fem reader.
18+ only !!! f! receiving oral sex. peter parker has an oral fixation i said what i said. in my spider-man era again.
peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.
officer!price and partner riley that arrest you on suspicion of being drunk and disorderly. officer riley does the field sobriety test. orders you to follow his pen while you look at him with glazed eyes, then makes you walk in a straight line, all while officer price watches on, arms hugging his chest with his thick legs parted.
when you fail the test, officer riley orders you to turn around with your hands behind your back, and as soon as he clips the cuffs around your wrists — price holding your arms steady while riley double locks them — the water works start.
“i’m not even that drunk!”
price’s voice is soft but direct as he looks down at you. “you’re falling all over the place, sweetheart.”
“but i didn’t do anything!” you sob, mascara leaking down your cheeks. “i promise!”
price gets a sorrowful furrow in his brow at your emotional show, but officer riley has far less patience for you. you’ve been stumbling all over the place, falling into him, and he had to repeat the instructions for the field test twice before you understood.
he uses his body and grip on your wrists to move you to the police car, and he bends you over and puts a hand on your head to push you into the back, mumbling, “oh i’m crying for you darlin’, into the car.”
So like the video of Gordon Ramsay when the girl burns her hand, all the “that’s it- deep breath- calm down- good girl- goooood girlllll” but like…it’s Carmy and you’ve burnt your hand and he’s screaming at Richie to get some ice but he’s speaking to you so gently but so in control and you almost forget your hand is still sizzling
he moves fast. pulls you to the sink, yelling, “richie get out of the fucking way,” and you can feel your heart beat in your hand. it’s pulsating, swear you can smell your flesh burning, and carmen is frantic. that man has never known peace, but this is raw kind of rush — panic a literal, figurative thing.
“fuck, cousin, what’s the rush for—“ he starts, ready to fight, but he must see carmen holding your sizzling hand, and your pained, tense face, because he puts his hands up.
“whoa, man—what happened?”
carmen ignores him, and guides your hand under the tap, holding your wrist gently in his tatted palm. you hiss as soon as it touches the luckwarm water, and carmen nods his head, and gently says, “shh, i know.”
you hide your face with your elbow, but peak over and watch as water runs over your charred hand. duck fat will do that. you must make a sound, as carmen nods, and calmly orders, “relax your hand for me. come on, unclench. thereee we go, sweetheart. that’s it.”
richie pipes up, “i’m literally first aid trained, let me see,” and carmen’s face scrunches up, “can you shut the fuck up for a second?” he spits over his shoulder. you whine into your elbow, and carmen’s demeanor switches. he rubs your wrist, his voice soft and sweet as he coos, “just breathe, take a deep breath. you’re good, that’s it. unclench your hand for me again, i know it hurts but relax—thaaat’s it, goood. good girl, good.”
john price x fem reader.
18+ !!! possessive husband! john, penetrative sex, cum play, light choking, use of the word 'sir', king of dirty talk captain john price.
just something i had to get off my chest! reblogs and thoughts are appreciated!
You’re spread, face down, and ass up on the duvet.
John’s hands are warm on your hips, his calloused fingers are digging into your heated flesh, and grabbing fist fulls, as if he wants to take you apart. You squirm against the pressure. You’ve always liked it when John grabbed you like this.
Like it a lot more when you’re spread wide open for him, though.
pairing. anakin skywalker x f!reader
synopsis. anakin finds loopholes in the jedi code.
warnings. 18+. this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy my shit, i’ll find out. cock warming, p in v penetration but no movement. whimper-y anakin, if you move i'll leave the jedi order type beat.
an. just a little something i wrote for the kinktober i never did. I thought i'd post instead of letting it collect dust in my drafts. the prompt was cockwarming! hope i did anakin justice<3 pls comment & reblog.
pairing. simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader.
synopsis. simon comes home. he's too tired to fuck you right. eventually, he manages to find the energy.
warnings. 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i’ll find out. female receiving penetration, blonde simon lol, somnophilia, dry humping, pussy smacking, and crying during sex. i am not responsible for your media consumption.
an. :) life sucked so i found a new animated character to obsess over. please comment & reblog if u enjoyed !
pairing. ellie williams x female! reader
an. i'm gonna pretend that this isn't my first fic in six months and just move on...anyway. um. hi? i hope you enjoy -- not my usual filth. love u.
synopsis. it's the end of the world, but there's still parties to attend. or, the first kiss in yours and ellie's situationship.
warnings. kissing -- suggestive language and swearing. probably the most tame i've written in a hot min!
Omgg I just wanna squish vi’s cheek and boop her nose she’s so cute
vi literally not knowing how to eat correctly, like it’s always smeared around her mouth or on her chin, and you constantly find yourself reaching out to wipe a crumb of food from her lip. “so messy,” you scorn, then you boop her nose, grinning when she scrunches her face together !!!
🥴🥹😅🥺 want her as my gf so bad for real 
omg ab-riding with Sevika or Abby ????
(warnings. light choking)
ohhhh because sevika would totally make you do this. knows how much you love her chest, especially the dip of muscles that are the shape of a V at the bottom of it.
it’s not the first time she’s made you come by grinding against her, but usually it’s her thighs — never her stomach.
tonight is a night of firsts.
your head falls back, tits bouncing as you grind into her belly. you need something to do with your hands, so you fist your tits, plucking your nipple between your fingers as you gaze down at Sevika, your mouth open and eyes glazed over.
“need some help?” she teases, raising a curious brow, and she looks so calm. how does she look so god damn calm right now?
okay but wwe!abby standing on the outside of the ring with her team n going over and kissing you where you’re sitting in your reserved spot on the floor
pro wrestler!abby getting so distracted when you’re around, that your team try their hardest to keep you away when they need to have an important meeting. it’s not through malice — her team love you, but honestly she’s like a puppy dog when she sees you, dropping her usual hard face and near vibrating with excitement. you’ll walk into the gym, all cute in your fitted jeans and t-shirt that looks incredibly similar to hers, and her manager sees it happen. sees abby’s face slip, and he can’t get a word in as she says, “sorry man, gimmie a second,” and pushes through her team. she basically runs to you, catching your hips and planting a deep kiss to your lips. “missed you,” she mumbles, even though she saw you just hours ago.
Pls I need more roommate Abby hc’s 😭
the way I could write these forever.
okay but the idea of dealer college student! ellie who hates shopping but loves to see you try on clothes, gets antsy sitting waiting for you to come out of the dressing room (or waiting with her eyes covered in the dressing room bc you insisted) and lifts up your skirt/dress to show you just how much she loves it on you
dealer college student!ellie who is so totally in love with you, and will literally follow you wherever you want her to go. you've got a plan for this shopping trip and she's fine with simply planting her hand in yours and letting you drag her around like the lost puppy dog she is.
when you get to the changing room, you flash the attendant a quick smile before steering ellie in behind you, closing the curtain and making quick work of taking your shoes off.
"okay, eyes closed," you order, and ellie rolls her eyes and covers her face, promising that she won't peak :((( finally, after a lot of hearing tugging of clothes but not seeing, you take her hands away for her, holding them as you shake your hips in your new dress, saying, "tah dah!" like you've just pulled the best magic trick known to man.
ellie doesn't say a word. her eyes gaze at the tight fabric, drinking in the way it clings to your skin. her cheeks heat, and she's never seen someone look almost naked with clothes on before. you take her hands and push them to your hips, saying, "feel the fabric it's so soft!" and god, ellie must know that your act isn't all that innocent, but she's willing to play along if you are.
Vi from your last post is so cute :)) How about wrapping her hands or tending to her injuries when she comes home? :)
“you should see the other guy,” Vi mumbles, wincing as you wipe the blood from her split brow. it’ll bruise in the morning, go purple then yellow, and you’ll watch it change colour, waiting for her to come home with a new one. still, you’re gentle with her despite the anger you feel.
“silly girl,” you whisper, cupping her chin and looking down at her from her place on the closed toilet seat. she slowly blinks up at you, sensing your frustration. that girl spent a lifetime trying to figure out people’s moods from their silences. she reads you like a book. decides humour is her best bet to get on your good side.
“you know what they say baby, take a girl outta the lanes—“ but she hisses, pulling back. “babe, that hurts.”
you frown, tipping her chin back, “i gotta clean it or it’ll get infected.”
she pouts, knowing how it works on you. yet when your frown doesn’t loosen, she brings out the big guns.
“don’t be mean to me. i’m in pain,” she whines, then slips her palms over your hips, tugging you closer. she burries her face in your belly, then kisses you over the fabric, forcing heat to stir low. she kisses again, again and again, and mumbles,
“can’t be mean to me when i’m hurtin, princess.”
hi leah! i’m in a super different timezone and could not for the life of me figure out when blurb night was supposed to start but I figured I’d leave this here coz I gotta go write a final, also I lovelovelove your writing! <3
thinking about a little blurb where reader is new to sleeping with women and ellie is just guiding her through it, being sweet n teaching her how to take the strap :(( ellie def talks her through it
kaitlynnnnnn i’m crying cause she’d be so gentle with you. pressing her hand against the bottom of your belly, she silently signals you to relax back into the mattress.
she taps the inside of your thigh, saying, “open your legs for me baby,” and you’re so pent up from the hour she spent working you over, that you immediately open wide.
you’re brimming with adrenaline, but ellie is slow.
lazy makeouts with abby while caressing her bare back under her hoodie>>>>>>>>>
It was around 11am, and Abby was tired.
It was the kind of tired that sank into your bones, heavy as it slowly rotted through the cartilage.
It wasn’t the first time Abby had felt that way.
Back-to-back patrols would do that to a person – especially Abby. The head man’s best solider. First pick. Rottweiler that barked when prompted, and bit on command. But there was no way she was going to go to sleep when she had you sitting pretty on her lap, mouth on hers, kissing you through to 12am.
Time was sacred, and you pair of couldn’t even carve it out of your schedules, always ready to move when called.
Moments like these were a miracle, and Abby didn’t want to miss it due to something silly like sleep.
She’ll sleep when she’s dead.
