things fall apart

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⟡ 20’s (she/her)

⟡ sapphic • just here

au: you really should’ve known better than to tell abby you weren’t feeling attractive tonight. she has a habit of proving you wrong.

contains: ¡period sex! dry humping, mirror sex, along with fluff, (gf!abby only cares about one thing; making you feel better.)

MEN & MINORS DNI

a/n: beware, i’m god awful at writing smut.

you had been unusually quiet tonight. abby noticed things like that. she noticed the way you stayed curled to yourself on the opposite side of the bed, the way you refused her offer to order your favorite takeout. abby rolled from her back to her side, draping an arm over your hip.

“what’s going on?” abby murmurs, her voice soft beside you. you lean into her before grumbling into your pillow. “nothin,” you hum. abby gives your hip a playful pinch, making you flinch. a quiet giggle escapes her as she buries her face into your neck.

“no, seriously. tell me what’s wrong.” abby’s voice softens, the teasing disappearing from it. you hesitate, picking at the edge of the pillow case before finally mumbling, “i just feel.. icky.”

“icky?”

you nod, refusing to look at her. “my period started and i feel gross. i’m cramping, i feel bloated, and i just—” you huff, burying your face further into the pillow. “i don’t feel attractive right now.”

abby is quiet for a moment. she pulls you into her, your back pressed against her chest. her finger tracing circles on your hip before moving to your stomach, palm flat there. “baby, you’re allowed to feel like shit. but that doesn’t mean i think you look like shit.”

a small, reluctant laugh escapes you. “that’s.. a really nice way of putting it.”

abby smiles against your neck, “i’m serious.”

“mhm—” you sigh, the smile fading as another wave of discomfort rolls through you. “i just feel gross.”

“you’re allowed to feel gross,” abby states, her hand moves in slow, gently circles over your stomach, her touch gradually drifting lower. when she finds the spot that’s aching the most you arch into her, she adds a little pressure, rubbing with tenderness as you let out a breath. “just don’t start thinking i see you any differently,” she whispers in your ear. you swallow, the words shooting warmth through your body. you know abby means it, but some stubborn part of you still struggles to believe her.

“you promise?”

abby presses a soft kiss just beneath your ear. “i promise baby.”

you finally let yourself relax against her body, sinking further into the warmth of hers. her hand continues its slow movements over your stomach, steady and soothing.

for awhile, neither of you says anything. you simply lie there, listening to abby’s breathing behind you. and little by little, the tension leaves your body.

you shift closer, pressing your back more firmly against her.

abby notices immediately.

“feeling better?”

“a little.”

“just a little?”

you shake your head, tilting it enough to see her smirk. “maybe you’re helping.”

abby hums, her chin settling against your shoulder. “maybe?”

you turn your head, finally meeting her eyes.

“don’t get cocky.”

abby rolls her eyes in response. you can’t help but smile as you shift around in her arms, turning to face her. she makes sure no distance grows between you, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. your hand finds the nape of her neck, drawing her back in with a proper kiss.

the kiss lingers, both of you humming softly against each other. abby seems to relax into you this time, her hand settling against your waist before dragging up your side. she breaks the kiss to stare at you for a moment—eyes, lips, eyes, lips. she gives you one last peck before burying her face into your neck, peppering lazy, messy kisses from your ear to your throat.

you let your eyes fall shut, a quiet breath escaping you as you tilt your head to give her more room. your fingers remain curled at the nape of her neck, brushing through the loose hair that had managed to break free from her braid.

for a moment, neither of you seem particularly interested in pulling away.

until abby does.

she draws back just enough to look at you, her eyes lingering on your expression. there’s a pause—just long enough for you to realize she’s caught onto something.

then comes that look.

the corner of her mouth lifts, her expression suddenly far too knowing.

“uh huh.”

“what?” you basically gasp out, cheeks tinted pink.

abby only smiles, “nothing.”

“abby.”

“i know what you need.”

you know exactly what she’s suggesting now, and the realization makes your face hot. “abby…”

“what?” she asks, far too innocently.

you hesitate, glancing away. “i mean.. i’ve never done anything on my period before.”

there’s still a smirk on her face but her voice is soft. “i know.”

“and i’m already feeling gross.” you fidget with the hem of your shirt. “i don’t know if it would make me feel better, or just make me feel even more self conscious.”

abby’s thumb brushes over your cheek. “i’m not trying to pressure you.”

“i know.”

“but you keep telling me you feel gross, and i don’t want you thinking for a second that i look at you and see anything different.” her eyes soften. “no matter how you feel, you are the most beautiful person to me. you’re still everything i want.”

you swallow, your gaze dropping for a moment.

“and maybe,” abby adds, her mouth quirking into a teasing smile, “a little reminder of that wouldn’t hurt.”

you look back at her. “a reminder?”

“mhm.” her thumb brushes your cheek once more. “aren’t you horny?”

you scoff, though the way you fidget beneath her touch betrays you. “that’s not the point.”

“i think it might be.”

you sit up in bed, stretching your legs out in front of you. “but what about the mess?”

“baby you’re overthinking it.”

“maybe i am.. but—”

“no buts.” abby’s hand rests on your thigh. “i don’t mind. i mean.. i actually want to.” her fingers spread over your thigh. “that’s if you do.”

you fondle with her fingers as she continues to reassure you. “let me do all the work babe. besides, this is for you. i’m doing it to help you relax remember?”

something in you finally loosens. abby slides her hand between your closed thighs, giving one a squeeze. “c’mere.” she grabs the one opposite of her, draping it over her waist. a quiet giggle escapes you, “abbyy,” your voice comes out shaky as you adjust yourself onto her, holding your balance with your hands gripping her shoulders.

abby’s under you, grinning up at you devilishly , “you were so worried about making a mess a second ago.”

you give her a sheepish look.

“then stop worrying about it,” she says firmly. “if it makes you feel better, make the mess on me.”

a breathy little laugh catches in your throat, followed by a tiny whine as you feel abby’s words radiate through your body. you duck your face into her shoulder, grinding your hips down once.

abby’s smile presses against your hair, “see—there you go.”

you shift against her again, this time feeling the fabric of her sweats bunch up between your thighs creating a bulge. looking down at the sight, you breath out a ‘fuck’ as you throw your head back. one of abby’s arms curls around your back, keeping you close, while her other hand grips your hip and helps guide you.

abby’s grip on your hip tightens as she pulls you closer, her other hand sliding up your back until her fingers settle at your throat. she catches your lips in a sloppy kiss, neither of you bothering to hide the little sounds that escape.

“fuck baby.” she whimpers out, a string of saliva still connecting you.

abby glances down at the two of you, her eyes lingering for a moment before she shifts you slightly higher, positioning you right over her ache.

you oblige without hesitation, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “look at you,” you murmur. “you’re so needy right now, baby. what’s wrong?”

abby let’s out a shaky breath, her hands disappearing into your shirt, immediately cupping both of your tits. “you—you’re so fucking hot.”

“you,” you moan in response, bracing your hands on either side of abby’s head as she rests against the headboard. you grind into her pussy, your rhythm gradually becoming less controlled as the tension builds.

abby senses your need for relief, her own composure slipping with yours. she lets out a shaky breath, her forehead falling against yours. “fuck baby—shit,” she mumbles, her hips bucking up with each of your thrusts, fingers curling tighter against your boobs.

you let out a frustrated little whine, your movements growing increasingly uncoordinated as you try to chase the feeling. eventually you take matters into your own hands, lowering one from the headboard, cupping your own clothed pussy.

abby lifts her head, her eyes narrowing when she realizes exactly what you’re doing. she catches your wrist and shifts her weight, guiding you backward against the mattress as she moves with you.

“nuh uh.”

she takes your wrists in her hands, guiding them above your head before leaning closer. your back arches, legs wrapping around her waist, searching for friction.

“thought you were getting me all worked up just for you to cum all alone?”

you swallow, shaking your head, unable to form a coherent response even if you tried.

“abby please!” you gasp, looking up at her. “i thought the whole point was getting me to relax.”

she rolls her hips once, slow and deliberate, clearly enjoying how easily she can make you squirm. she watches your eyes flutter, as she resists the urge to continue until she catches her own high.

abby leans back slightly, sitting up as her hands find the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and over your head before doing the same to her own.

“you’re not cumming ‘till you see how pretty you are,” she says, her gaze never leaving yours, “falling apart for me baby.”

you stare up at her, still trying to process what she’s saying as she settles back over you, her fingers tickling your side.

“the mirror,” she adds softly. “i want you to look at yourself.”

“oh.”

the word comes out barely a whisper, your voice shaky.

abby gives you a small, reassuring smile before guiding you to the edge of the bed. she sits first, then reaches for you, gently pulling you into her lap.

you settle against her, your bare back against her warm chest. your hands grip her muscular thighs as she slips her legs between yours, locking them apart.

she looks at your reflection in the mirror. “there,” she coaxes. “just relax pretty.”

you gulp, glancing from your spread legs, to your tits that jiggle every small movement, then to her eyes.

abby’s hands are low on your back. she brings them around your waist, fingers idly toy with the strings on your pajama pants that sat low on your hips.

“see?” she whispers. her gaze holding yours as her hand finds your waistband, slowly inching inside. “no need to worry about a mess this way.”

abby’s finger relaxed over your underwear. once she’s sure she’s found the exact spot, her finger presses down, applying pressure to your clit through the layers.

your head falls back with a shaky exhale—eyes slipping shut. abby’s free hand comes up to your chin, guiding your face forward again until your gaze catches the reflection of the mirror.

“good girl— look at my girl,” she purrs.

her legs spread even more, stretching your thigh muscles. “all open for me.”

abby’s hand travels up to your neck, her fingers curling gently around your throat—firm enough to feel the subtle bob of your swallow beneath her palm. she rubs slow circles on your clit, your legs twitching in response.

“more—” you hum.

“hm?”

her fingers slip to the side of your underwear, playing with the hem to tease you. “i need more words than that baby.”

your fingers splay across abby’s sides behind you. “please let me finish,” you whine out.

a satisfied hum leaves abby as her gaze stays locked with yours in the mirror, her fingers slipping beneath the layers, plunging into the warmth that instantly coated her fingers.

both of your breaths hitch, your eyes rolling in relief, head instinctively falling back— only for the gentle pressure at your neck to stop you. each of your eyes lowering, meeting in the mirror as you silently watch each other.

abby’s finger moves with slow, deliberate circles over your clit, drawing a shaky breath from you. your lips part, eyes struggle to focus on the sight, but when you catch her expression in the mirror, you notice her mouth fall open in an almost perfect imitation of yours.

your words tumble out between uneven breaths, “ab—baby, fuck i’m gonna c-”

abby keeps her pace while returning her hand to your chin, guiding your gaze back to yourself in the mirror. “don’t look at me, look at yourself.”

she watches your eyes struggle to stay open, your vision hazy as little tremors run through you.

“fuck my girl’s so good.” abby’s voice comes out breathless and unsteady, almost as if she’s the one who’s just been completely undone.

the intensity leaves you all at once, taking every ounce of strength with it. you melt into abby, your face finding the crook of her neck.

abby pulls her hand from your sweats, wrapping her arm around you, but your eyes immediately catch the mess.

“ew,” you mumble, recoiling slightly.

“abby.”

she looks down at her hand, then back at you with the most casual shrug.

“what? it’s blood.”

“i know, but—”

“baby.” she laughs, tugging you back against her. “it’s fine. stop worrying about it.”

you stay there for a moment, satisfied, completely boneless against her, until abby finally shifts beneath you.

“come on,” she murmurs. “shower.”

you huff, giving her a look of exhaustion.

“i know baby,” she hums, “i’ll shower you.”

you both contentedly make it to the shower, abby adjusting the water as you sit on the counter. for a moment, you’re perfectly content just watching her move around, until a thought suddenly hits you.

oh.

your expression changes.

“wait.”

abby glances over her shoulder. “what?”

“you never—”

abby’s cuts you off, “oh baby stop.”

she steps closer, brushing her knuckles along your cheek. “tonight wasn’t about me.”

you frown sleepily, “but—”

“you needed to feel better,” she reminds you. “that’s what i wanted.”

she kisses you before her lips turn into a smug.

“besides, you can always have me in the shower.”

you stare at her for a bit.

“you’re impossible.”

abby laughs, holding out her hand. “come on, baby. shower.”

ex!abby x drunk reader headcanon

content tags: ex girlfriend abby, reader calls abby while drunk, caring abby, is this considered angst?

warnings: men & minors dni!! implied sex, mentions of vomit, alcohol use.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ whom you broke no contact with on a shitty night when you decided to get stupid drunk. a night in which you had planned to be carefree, had turned to your head in a toilet at a lousy party. you fumbled with your phone, scrolling through your contacts. your mind is racing, knowing you should have restraint to not even think about her right now. but then again, it’s in your instincts to call her when your world is falling apart— although it’s been months since you have heard her voice.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ answers the phone to a slurred voice, her heart pounding, already knowing your mental state if you willingly decided to get this shitfaced drunk. she doesn’t have time to take a breath before she’s scrambling for her keys. in her ear is your muffled sobs and your whiny “i need you’s.” the word baby slips from her lips before she can coherently think on what to say to you, all she knows is that she’s already in her car.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ she stays on the phone with you the entire drive. if there’s a couple minutes of silence, she’s calling your name repeatedly, asking are you okay. abby arrives in no time, shoving past mobs of people, spotting you from behind- she could tell you apart from anyone within a mile, all she needed was a glimpse of you from any angle. the first sight of her, you notice the worry in her eyes, however your eyes are low as you try to keep them open from the pounding in your head and the churning of your stomach. you feel the light weight of a hand on your waist with her breath against your ear, “hey.. hey, i’ve got you— you’re okay,” she would stutter out the entire walk to her car. you were basically a dead weight, latching onto her shoulder, “i’m fine..” you’d mumble the whole time. abby would only give a slight huff, the one you’ve known for years, “you’re not fine, i’m gonna get you home okay?” you nod, a thank you coming out as a whisper, because despite the months apart— you still knew that when you call, abby comes.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ the ride to your house is awkward silence. besides the times that you’re gagging, desperately trying not to puke. each time you’d hurl forward, abby’s hand immediately finds your chest, gently pushing you back against the seat, as she lightly gives your thigh a slap, “don’t throw up in my fucking car— need me to pull over?” you know she doesn’t mean it harshly. abby has always had a terrible fear of vomit, and she loves her car almost as much as she loves you— well, used to love you. you can hear the panic underneath her irritation, the way her voice softens the second she asks if you need her to pull over.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ she lets out a sigh of relief when you both safely arrive to your house with her car interior clean. abby looks to you and sees you’re barely conscious, head against the window— eyes fluttering shut. “we’re here,” she says with a quiet tone. you only hum in response, abby unbuckling her seatbelt before leaning over you to undo yours. “gonna get out or am i carrying you?” your eyes shut with a smile and abby just rolls her eyes— “carrying you i guess.”

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ abby was stiff the whole walk inside. she hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to carry you— have you this close to her, and somewhere between the walk from her car to your door made her realize how much she missed you.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ who was supposed to just drive you home— should’ve just took you to your door— instantly crumbles at your muffled “please” in her chest. “please what”— she asked, her breath hitched.“please stay,”— you sounded pathetic.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ entering the door with your weight flush against her was a struggle. not because you were heavy— god knows she had thrown you around in the past— but because all of you felt too familiar. abby had spent months teaching herself how to live without you, and now her mind— her hands are filled with everything she never moved on from.

- “abby.”

- “mhm.”

- “missed you.”

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ her steps falter. “you’re drunk,” she whispered more to herself than to you. “you don’t know what you’re saying.” you only whine in response, your body clinging even closer to her— if that’s possible. your hand finds her braid, twisting it, before wrapping around her neck, leaving goosebumps down her skin. “please don’t leave me,” you whisper for the millionth time. abby swallows. “i’m not the one who left,” she blankly says to you.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ who lies you on the couch as if you’re something fragile. when she starts to move from the couch you immediately reach for her, “don’t leave”— “i’m not going anywhere.” she returns with a glass of water, holding it to your reach. “drink,” she simply states.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ who insists on getting you out of the skimpy clothing you had chose, into something more comfortable. getting you into your room wasn’t much easier than getting you from her car to the couch, but she managed. you lie on your bed, humming to yourself as abby dug through your drawers, trying to find something for you to sleep in. her lips curled as she listened to the hums and the casual things you were blurting out— god she missed your voice. “you could stay, you know.” abby pauses. “i’m staying until you’re okay.”— “no.” you smile at her, and for the first time tonight, your eyes meet. she can’t help but smile back. “i mean.. stay.” she breaks the eye contact, going back to what she initially came in your room for. she already knew exactly what you meant. “you are drunk.”— you hum, “doesn’t mean i don’t want you.” abby shuffles through the drawer, jaw tightening.

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ returns with an oversized shirt and a pair of sweats, tossing them next to you on the bed. “change into that yeah? and sleep.” you stare at the clothes for a few seconds before looking up at her. “help me.” abby sighs, “you have two functioning hands.”— “but i want yours.” abby snarks at your sloppy words and the cringiest, cutest smirk to exist. “what?” you mumble. “you used to help me.” abby rolls her eyes. “yeah when you were coherent enough to understand what you’re even saying right now.”— “i know what i’m saying. i still prefer you.” abby shakes her head but grabs your arm anyway. “arms up.” you lift them, letting her pull the shirt over your head, “missed that.” abby steps back, focusing her eyes on anything but you. eventually she chooses to stare into your eyes again. her eyes would always be drawn to yours whether you had 20 layers on, or zero. “you’re drunk.”— “you keep saying that.” “because you keep forgetting.” you lean forward, grabbing her wrist and abby instantly stands back in front of you, close enough for you to smell her cologne mixed with her musk— the smell you never got tired of. “maybe i just wanted an excuse for you to undress me again.” abby’s eyes go low, staring down at you with her lip between her teeth. she didn’t know whether to laugh, sigh, or just leave. instead, she grabs your shirt, gently putting it over your head as you slip your arms through. she nods to your sweatpants, “use the bathroom and put them on— and sleep.” you grumble, “you’re no fun.”— “and you’re fucking drunk.” abby shakes her head, examining you for a moment with the smallest smile. “go to sleep.”

𝓮𝔁!𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂⋆ the second she stepped outside and the door clicks shut behind her, abby’s restraint she’d been holding onto all night finally starts to crack. god, she wanted you. every time she felt your touch, every slurry comment— it took everything in her not to give in. she wanted to kiss you, wanted to hold you even closer and pretend that the months without you had been a bad nightmare. but you were drunk, and she knew better. so she had to swallow every impulse— remind herself that whatever you wanted tonight, couldn’t be trusted until you were sober enough tomorrow to want it. and somehow, walking away from you tonight, felt worse than anything that’s happened since the breakup.

long distance gf!abby headcanons

content tags: clingy abby, soft abby, ldr relationship, abby loves gift giving, abby is a yearner, abby lowkey a freak

warnings: men and minors dni!! mentions of ps and nudes.

a/n: this is my first headcanon, i’m new to this so please be nice! i’m usually on here just straight yearning, reading one shots and what not but i got bored and have been wanting to try my own work.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who has to have you on ft every night. it’s so bad that she can’t sleep unless she can hear the white noise and see you asleep. she even bought you dangling lights to hang on your wall so that she can see you. and if your phone falls? she will hang up and call until she wakes you up. the nights you’re so tired that even a million phone calls won’t wake you, you’re woken up with a million texts and snaps of her sleepy teary eyes. when you apologize and ask how she slept she simply says “i didn’t.”

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who has made a consistent schedule for time with you before sleep. every night, she makes sure she calls you at least 2 hours before you both sleep. on the very few occasions that one of you is busy, the next day she is a pouty mess. she’ll call you throughout the day even if it’s just for two minutes because she misses you.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who buys matching legos for you to do together on ft. not only legos but coloring books, paintings, video games, opening blind boxes.. hell, she even has played uno with you over ft, holding your hand of cards up to her phone where only you can see them.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who loves movie nights with you. she pays attention to your favorite genre’s and will go on a deep dive about the best movies to watch. she writes them down in her notes and will ask you to pick a number 1-10 and whichever you choose is the movie for that night.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who cannot stop buying you things. at least twice a week there is a package at your door and you don’t even have to open it to know that it’s something abby has ordered you. you’re never allowed to open it until she is on ft to watch your reactions. sometimes (most times) you give her disappointed looks, scolding her to stop spending her money on you even though you know she doesn’t listen nor care as long as she knows it will make your eyes light up each time.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who along with the gift giving, has had flowers delivered to your door more times than you can count. every bouquet always has a special note included, and you immediately call her with tears staining your cheeks.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who feels that typing her feelings via text is not enough to express her love for you. she writes you hand written letters to send to you ever so often, with her tiny pretty handwriting. she even has a jar that she fills up with notes of when she’s thinking of you. she never forgets to bring it when she comes to visit.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who has bought your favorite perfume for herself. she always has it on— drenches her hoodies and bedding in it, just so she can always feel you close.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who sends you pictures of her outfits whenever she’s going out, just so you’re the first to see it. but, when they’re not pictures of her outfits, it’s usually pictures of her fresh out of the gym— or out of the shower— or just random nudes that is always out of no where and you’re quickly covering your phone, rushing to somewhere private to respond. in which your response is a quick picture to tease her. her replies always leave you aching, having both of you so desperate to face time.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who has never let the miles excuse a boring sex life. she always makes sure you’re satisfied. whether it’s talking you through it, or sitting the phone up for you to take control over her— if it’s for your satisfaction, she’s down.

𝓁𝒹𝓇!𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓎♥︎ who literally refuses to visit you unless she’s sure she can stay for at least a month. every conversation has always ended with her saying “because i can’t stand seeing you knowing i can only stay for a week, i won’t be able to leave.”

*opens this app to feed into my delusions*