the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

Must be bard being my babygirl

anywaayy I was getting ready to go to a party and had a thought that what if Abby was your crush in Uni and you meet up at a friends party and you have plans to hit on her but…She already was planning on hooking up w you so she was wearing a strap? idk.

Also she has hidden hip tattoos and nip piercings that u notice at the party cuz of her outfit and stuff.

“but you saw the truth when you looked beyond my walls

i don’t wanna be lonely

i just wanna fall deep

but how do i give my keys

to someone who could hurt me”

𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒 ;;

a "hey mamas" lesbian.

fight me

i feel like if she were in the old world, she would definitely be a creole/cajun type of white girl.

saggy pants, white tank-top and everything.

when you guys met, she tried her best for you to give her a chance.

chance well earned.

i made a fic here where she got introduced to r&b, but i feel like she listens to hip-hop more (i.e. kendrick lamar, j. cole, larry june)

never let this bitch ANYWHERE near your hair.

“just sit down.” ellie sighs. “gimme the damn comb, ellie.” “no, i wanna do it. there might be some nights you don’t want to tie up your hair.” she reasons, “i will gather the energy, give me the comb.”

𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 ;;

if abby was with a woman in the game, she would've definitely got with a black woman.

she listens to r&b religiously. (i.e. SZA, lauryn hill, sade, Ari Lennox)

between her and ellie, she will definitely be the best at plaid hair. i mean, she always has hers braided. she can probably braid hers and yours with one hand.

is always invited to the cookout. great with the little cousin but gets embarrassed by the aunties and grandmas

"who is this fine piece of white bread?" abby chokes on her food, her eyes bulging. "this is my girlfriend, aunty." you pat abby's back. "i just knew you was fruity from the damn womb. go on, girl."

"abby, i have to have my grandma with the food, can you take care of the- stop running in the kitchen!" you stop, yelling at your cousin chasing each other in the house. "can you take the kids outside?" “sure.” “thank you so much.” you place a kiss on her cheek before she calls the kids outside. the scene outside was a sight. abby was getting tackled by 6 kids. “babe! please help me!” she holds her hand out for you. “alright, go find your mamas. food is ready.”

now, if we’re talking ethnic foods, she will DEVOUR a whole pan of cornbread (i fucking hate that shit)

✮ abby anderson x fem!reader

— after winning a bet, you tie abby up.

— dom!reader, sub!abby, vibrator usage, tying abby up, i think bondage.

rating — 18+

"can't believe i agreed to this." abby grunts as you close the last cuff. "if that's what you call 'losing'." you laugh. "don't be an ass." she pulls both of her arm, trying to escape the cuff’s grasp. "stop. you'll dislocate your shoulder." "you sound just like nora." "well, i do work with her." one of your finger traces her jaw.

"what should i do with you first?" "let me out." "i won. fair and square." "don't bullshit me." an idea pops into your head. you lean over, digging in your nightstand for your wand. "i know!" after finding it, you tug her pants down with ease, along with her boxers.

"you know, you shouldn't be a sore loser all the time." you press the vibrating wand on her clit, making her hips jolt. "ah!" "it's not cute." you poke your lip out at her, mocking her withered form. "stop-" "oh don't cry now. you're were just running your mouth not too long ago," she whines again, a bit loud. "you're cute when you whine." you softly kiss her lips. she leans in as you pull away. "please- stop. no more." "oh? you're in charge?" you tilt your head. "i thought i won." you turn up the vibration.

"i'm sorry- i won't- i won't- fuck!" abby's legs begin to shake, signing that her orgasm is near. "tell me what you want." "i want-i want to come-ah!" at the end of her sentence, her arousal seeps out of her hole, drenching the sheets under her.

namor: get on your knees, In yakunaj