Living with Joel meant getting used to the long nights. Patrols were just a part of his life, something he’d insist on doing no matter how many people told him to slow down. You understood why. Jackson needed people like him. Still, understanding it didn’t stop the worry that crept into your chest every single time he left. The house felt far too quiet without him. You sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs as the TV hummed softly in the background. A glass of wine rested comfortably in your hand, and you took small, absent minded sips while your eyes remained fixed on the front door more often than the screen. Every creak outside made your heart skip, only for disappointment to settle in when it wasn’t him. Eventually, your gaze wandered to the clock across the room.

9:34 p.m.

Your brows knit together. He should’ve been home by now. You exhaled quietly, chewing at the inside of your cheek as your imagination began filling your head with every possible scenario, none of them good. “Come on, Joel…” you whispered to the empty house.

A couple more hours slipped by.

You couldn’t just sit around anymore, so you wandered into the kitchen and started making a pot of stew for when Joel got home. It gave you something to do with your hands, something to keep yourself from going insane. The broth simmered quietly while you chopped up a few vegetables, stirring the pot every now and then. Every few minutes, though, you’d stop what you were doing and glance over at your phone sitting on the counter.

Still nothing.

You picked it up for what had to be the tenth time that night, hoping there’d finally be a message waiting for you. There wasn’t. You frowned, typing out another text before immediately turning your phone off again. “Joel, where are you?” A sigh slipped past your lips as you rubbed your forehead. “This man is gonna kill me someday…” Normally, you wouldn’t panic if he was running a little late. Patrols didn’t always go as planned. But Joel wasn’t the type to leave you wondering if he could help it. Even if it was just a quick “Be home soon,” he’d usually find a way to let you know. The longer the silence dragged on, the harder it became to convince yourself everything was fine. You stirred the stew again, though your mind was miles away, and found yourself glancing toward the front window every time you heard the wind. Thats when you heard the front door open and a grunt. finally your man came home safe, you walked out of the kitchen rushing to him. "joel! you didn't reply to any of my messages! i was worried sick!!" you said to him upset before standing a few feet away from him, he looked up at you putting his bag down before stepping in front of you. "what? so you dont have anything to say!? joel i was worrying about you the whole time and-" before you could finish your sentence joel pulled you in for a warm kiss. your anger and worried faded away instantly feelings his warm lips against yours. his beard scratched against your skin beautifully. as he pulled away you couldnt help but let out a small whine before resting your head against his chest. "i missed you alot.. your always gone.." joel kissing your forehead, "i know babygirl.. shits been gettin outta' hand. but i still love you" he said pulling you closer. you inhaled his scent before leaning your head up pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "i made some stew.. and i also got some malt liquor.. i was thinking we can have a glass hehe!" joel chucked pulling away slapping your ass playfully. "y'do that baby.. ima take a shower" he said as he began to walk away. you went back to the kitchen, grabbing 2 bowls as you filled the bowls up with stew.

Joel came back a few minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower, an old gray T-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. The familiar scent of soap mixed with cedar drifted through the kitchen as he walked over. “Smells good in here,” he muttered, pulling out the chair across from you.“Told you it’d be ready.” You slid the steaming bowl toward him before sitting down with your own. Joel scooped up a spoonful of stew, blowing on it before taking a bite. “Damn,” he mumbled around the food. “Think this might be your best one yet.” You grinned, trying not to look too proud of yourself. "So that’s a compliment?" “S’pose it is.” You laughed, reaching for the bottle of liquor and topping off both glasses. Joel raised his toward you. "To makin’ it home.” You clinked your glass against his. "To you actually answering your messages next time.” He snorted into his drink. “Can’t promise that Doll.” “Joel.” you whined “I’m kiddin’, baby.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. The two of you ate in comfortable silence for a while, occasionally stealing glances at one another. Every now and then your knees bumped beneath the table, neither of you bothering to move away. When the bowls were nearly empty, Joel leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. “You keep feedin’ me like this…” he said, swirling the last sip in his glass, “…I’m fuckin you on the table.” you giggle shyly "joel.. stop that!" “I mean it.” His voice was quieter this time, more sincere. You reached across the table and took his rough hand in yours, tracing absentminded circles across his knuckles. “I just like having you home all to myself ya know.." Joel looked at you for a long moment, his expression softening “C’mere.” You stood and walked around the table. Before you could say anything, he gently wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you between his knees. “There she is,” he murmured with a tired smile. Your fingers brushed through the curls at the back of his neck as you leaned down, pressing a slow, gentle kiss against his lips. It wasn’t rushed or desperate just the quiet kind of kiss that said everything neither of you needed words for. When you pulled back, your foreheads rested together. "I missed you,” you whispered. Joel smiled, rubbing his thumb against your hip. “I know, babygirl.” He kissed your forehead this time, lingering there for a second before letting out a content sigh.

30 minutes later you and joel cuddled on the couch, You buried your face in the crook of his neck kissing and sucking the skin. he groaned before patting your butt affectionately. "Baby.. dont do that, continue and see what happens." you whined softly "but.." joel covered your mouth. "shh.. calm down.." you bit the inside of his hand gently, then thats when you felt his growing bulge against your ass. you whimpered a bit, your hands gripping his shoulders. joel reached down to touch your damp panties. "yeah.. you want it badly dont you baby..?" you nodded frantically "nuh uh baby.. words use your words for daddy" joel said rubbing your pussy through your damp panties. "y-yes daddy.. please.."

after all the teasing and grinding, joel had you in a doggy style position on the couch. your undergarments and his undergarments were on the floor as he pounded you from behind. your pathetic little whimpers filled the room. "jo-joel! go slower please..!" joel complied to your wishes and went slower. "yeah.. you like that baby..? you like when daddy fills you up.. you want my babies..? yeah.. atta girl.." your hands gripped the couch weakly with your toes curling. "m-mhm! fill me up daddy..~! g-get me pregnant! i want your babies.. mm.." his pace picked up pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail. "yeah.. make u ugh- make u a mommy.. is that what cha want darling huh..?" you moaned loudly. exactly what he liked, he then flipped you onto your back fucking your pussy harder then before beginning to fuck you silly, you couldnt make out words anymore, all you did was babble and whimper as tears fell down your eyes. his hand reached up to wrap around your neck squeezing faintly making you see stars. "fuck- baby.." he panted "your so tight.. gah.." you whimpered pathetically as your walls clamped down on his lenght. "jo-- close..! jo-! ah!!" you said as you squirted allover him, your legs shaking for a split moment. joel never felt so turned on in his life, he leaned down to kiss and wrap his arms around your waist ramming into you harder. "hold.. hold onto me baby.. yeah? hold onto daddy.. oh-oh shit!" he came deep inside you painting your gummy walls in his sticky hot cum. he collapsed ontop of you afterwards, oh how much you loved joel..

abby anderson with a girlfriend who’s been having issues with her sleep schedule recently.

over the past few weeks you’ve been staying up later and later which results in you sleeping until noon or later.

and of course she becomes aware of this because you can’t stop complaining about the headaches you get from the lack of sleep or because of you keeping your phone light on bright which strains your eyes or how sleepy you are during the day or even how it’s thrown off your appetite so you end up eating nothing at all that day or eating so much the moment you wake up.

abby, bless her heart, has been trying her best to support and help you through all this.

like giving you melatonin or those sleepy time teas, making sure you don’t pull all nighters or take naps that just make it even harder to sleep at bedtime, reminding you to go to bed and even going as far as to take your phone or any other electronics that you may get distracted by.

when none of that works she begins to feel frustrated, especially cause it feels like you’re not even trying despite your many complaints.

so when she wakes up to you still on your phone at almost four (4) in the morning, she does the first thing that comes to mind.

she reaches over to your side, snatching your phone and tosses it into the drawer of her nightstand. you jump in surprise, thinking that she had still been asleep. “abby! at-least let me put it to charge– oof!” before you could even try to reach over to take it back, she wraps her big muscular arms around you and pulls you in.

before you even have time to process it, you’re facing her, chest to chest as you finally get the chance to see her sleepy yet upset face. “go to sleep.” is all she says, her voice raspy and drowsy.

you laugh at her pouty face, not taking her seriously until you began trying to push her away.

keyword : trying.

even in her sleep, abby has that iron grip on you, not budging even when you resort to pinching and poking her.

“abbyyy!!” you whine, wriggling around in her arms which only causes her tighten her hold on you. “you need to sleep.” is all she says, unbothered by your antics as she tries to fall back asleep herself.

“abby you’re squishing me!”

“you’ll be fine.”

“can i just put my phone to charge? what if i miss something important!”

“don’t worry about it.”

“what if it’s an emergency–”

“sshhhh…”

“abby–”

“sleep.”

accepting your fate, very reluctantly, you stop your wriggling and kicking with a huff and allow your body to relax.

a small smile forms on her face and as gratitude, abby loosens her hold (just a bit) so you can sleep comfortably.

you’re out like a light not even ten (10) minutes later.

 ꩜ | ABBY ANDERSON ⭑.ᐟ headcanons

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⚡︎ abby who’s been having her eyes on you the moment she saw you talking to mel and nora. she made it clear to anyone who tried to approach you romantically that you were off limits. even if she has never talked to you before. 

⚡︎ abby who always asks about you in the most discreet way. her friend group is tired of her teen-age crush on you. manny with his never-ending teasing about using his charm on you–only to be met with a glare from abby. 

⚡︎ abby who goes to you for any reason. she could get a cut that isn’t worth suturing and would still go out of her way to find you. anytime she got injured while she was out, she was quick to go to you. she refuses to get help from any other medic. 

⚡︎ abby who tries to throw hints at you with her hopeless flirting. she knows she isn’t the most ideal girlfriend–callous–afraid to commit–full of anger. all these factors keep her back from truly committing to you. her top priority wouldn’t be you; it would be tracking down joel. she can’t predict how you would react to that.

⚡︎ abby who treasures every moment she gets with you. she never takes you for granted. she’s filled with butterflies with every conversation. She hates when she is pulled to other bases because it means she can’t look at you work. 

⚡︎ abby who knows you most likely won’t ever go for her; it doesn’t mean her feelings will just disappear. 

hmm.. just writing something small about what you and abby do behind your bf’s back..

he was always so... icky. kissing too harshly, embarrassing you with the way he talks of women, his alpha male podcast, the dirt caked under his nails.. jason was always eliciting 'that's your man?' and 'you could do better than that''s. hell, not even you liked him, but being with him made your family shut up about getting the right man.

but then there was abby.. his friend since middle school, dragged with him to college. she always looked miserable near him, you could tell she was exhausted at his 'women belong in the house' and 'men doing skincare is gay' speeches. she could tell you were exhausted too, and in desperate need of relief, because however he was fucking you, he wasn't doing it like abby.

he wasn't kissing your neck while fingering your pussy so gently, like abby. his dick wasn't reaching deep inside and slamming you down back on it, over and over, like abby’s was. and even now, while she's grinding pink, swollen cunt against yours and whimpering as she holds your leg over her shoulder and humps you for dear life.

not that you aren't moaning and trembling too, hell, your moans are contributing to most of the noise echoing throughout the room. this isn't a new thing, you and abby have been fucking behind his back for a few months now, always a text leading to a quickie in the bathroom or an invite when he's gone. but this time, he was in his private studio. which gave you two time for something more intense..

and that's why now, you're on the verge of tears as you finally cum with abby, clits bumping again and again, causing a little overstimulation until you claw at her to stop, which she does. and now you have to explain this to jason, who's standing at the door...

xx 💋 — naomi

𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 <𝟑/𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙩｡𝙡𝙤𝙜/𝟬𝟬𝟬𝟬𝟰

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏𝄒𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍.ᐟ ❞

๋ ࣭ ⭑ㅤ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 . . . ellie creates a fake facebook account to mess with her best friend, dina. then you add her. she has quietly liked you for years, yet never had the courage to talk to you in class. when you start messaging her, ellie panics. you think you’re talking to a boy. she knows you’re straight, but telling the truth feels like the fastest way to lose the only version of you that ever chose her first.

๋ ࣭ ⭑ ㅤ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . . . catfish, wlw shit.

๋ ࣭ ⭑ ㅤ𝒂/𝒏 . . . this is not a continuation or a prequel to my other ellie is away (in case you wanna read it). reblogs and feedback are super appreciated <𝟑 ++ please make sure you wait for the divider to load completely before each chapter—it indicates which month the chapter is set in. every two chapters, there’s a one-month time skip, so keep that in mind. pls and thank you :p

๋ ࣭ ⭑ ㅤ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 . . . 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ₊ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ₊ 𝟎𝟎𝟐 ₊ 𝟎𝟎𝟑 ₊ 𝟘𝟘𝟜 ₊ 𝟎𝟎𝟓 ₊ 𝟎𝟎𝟔 ₊ 𝟎𝟎𝟕 ₊ 𝟎𝟎𝟖 ₊ 𝟎𝟎𝟗 ₊ 𝟎𝟏𝟎

You: Oh, a profile picture!

You: Did you magically just figure out how to upload them

Elliot: jesse taught me

You: Finally

Abby Anderson domestic HCs <3

synopsis: Domestic headcanons ab Abby! reader is depicted to be her gf and these are all sfw, that's it.

tags: modern au, domestic fluff, gf!Abby and gf!reader, reader isn't described appearance wise; this is for girlies of all shapes n sizes, reader is written to have anxiety in some situations so tw for that, just dot-pointed HCs not a full work, overthinker!Abby, Abby doesn't prioritize herself enough low-key, physical affection, reader loves to ragebait her

word count: 740 ish

men dni

a/n - I still have that req that is slowly fossilizing in my inbox, I promise it'll be the next thing I do T-T .. but I haven't posted anything ab Abby on here yet and I had to change that. This is how I see Abby if she properly processed her father's death and lived relatively happily in a modern au. It might not match how you see her. credits to @/kodaswrld for the dividers

twitter links for my girlfriends ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

warnings.. porn :p

valeria garza (cod) ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

number one number two number three number four

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abby anderson (tlou 2) ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

number one number two number three (abs the one getting ate me thinks 🤥) number four

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ellie williams (tlou 2) ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

number one number two numbers three number four

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sevika (arcane) ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

number one number two number three number four

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mizu (bes) ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི

number one number two number three number four

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ bonus !! 𓍢ִ໋🍓͙͛ ๋࣭ .ᐟ₊˚ ・₊✧

caitvi!! ♱

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my gf marlene!! ♱

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NSFW. ellie williams always makes sure you finish first.

it’s more than generosity, it’s like an addiction. she loves every moment of making you cum, the buildup beforehand where she first starts making you moan for her and she can’t find any reason to stop. when she’s kissing your thighs, leaving dark hickeys on them that will last afterwards as a reminder that you’re hers. or when you ride her thigh and she can guide your hips and hear you begging her for more than what she’s given you, and then she can play the hero and flip you over and fuck you for real.

ellie williams always makes sure you finish first — but sometimes she can’t help it.

she can’t help it when you’re riding her strap-on and she’s watching your tits bounce and you look so beautiful mumbling something incoherent about how big it is. and it makes her so wet to think about how it’s because of her that you’re able to take it, she is the one driving you to the edge of release, she only wishes it was real and she could cum inside of you.

and she can’t help it. not when you moan her name so gorgeously. ellie williams always makes sure you cum first, except for when you’re riding her strap-on and she cums beneath you. and then again when you do. and sometimes you do it on purpose just to fuck with her because she tries to be so dominant and unwavering and she turns into a mess beneath you in an instant.

mdni