𝕀𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕖
𝕀𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦
✨Popular Abby x quiet reader✨
I’m sorry I really yapped on at the start, I used to be a wp writer so it’s kinda engraved in my thought process sorry, (I'll put the keep reading part where it get's interesting.) Smut will be in bold tho if u don’t wanna do allat 🤪
MINORS DON’T INTERACT: read at your own risk but there will be mature themes and minors really shouldn’t have Tumblr in the first place. Bare minimum 16+ plsss
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Warnings: Fisting/fingering (receiving), cunnilingus (receiving and giving), strap on (finally I know- (receiving)), Dominant Abby, provocative sub reader, choking, hickeys, restraints
You had been with the WLFS for almost three months now. You had managed to impress some people during your first month with your shooting skills in addition to stealth combat and how crafty you were. People, specifically Isaac, found you to be an asset. In theory, you were the ideal friend and even partner, however trying to make friends was much more difficult than it should be, especially when the world you lived in was so fucked. You had some, sure, a nice girl called Chloe was your best friend and you had a few others you were close with. It didn’t help that you were known for never going to events and it also didn’t help that one person in particular liked to gloat about it.
Abby Anderson, Isaacs favourite, built like a fucking war hero with muscles bigger than most men and beauty to match them. She was very picky with who she went on patrol with. It was Manny and Owen or Owen or Manny, no outsiders ever. You had asked to join once on a mission you knew you could have been very helpful in, but Abby denied it faster than she could ask your own name. After that, she went out of her way to make sure the embarrassment really hit, asking you to get their weapons for them, making sure Isaac assigned you where you would see her coming back and fourth from the mission she had so confidently denied you from.
You were in the library, if you could call it that. It was really just an old locker room which now had a bunch of books in it, mostly uninteresting. Everyone knows the good shit had to get smuggled in, but you were right out of trading supplies. It’s not like you got many items of value in the first place, everyone else in your patrol groups would take the majority of the rewards, and you were too much of a people pleaser to say anything.
Chloe walks in and your smile widens, your shoulders dropping as you let out a breath with all your tension inside it. Holy fuck, you didn’t realise how tense you were until now.
“Chloe!” You exclaim with a smile, waving at her. She smiles back.
“Hey…you alright?” Chloe probed. You nod.
“Mmm, yeah just…got some stuff on my mind.”
“Abby giving you trouble again?”
“God, when is she not? It doesn’t bother me though, I’ve learnt to just tune their whole group out by now.”
“Didn’t she take your clothes from the laundry and swap them with Owens?”
“…I’d…rather not talk about that.” You say quickly, putting a dull copy of some fuckin book you were reading back on the shelf.
“To be honest, you rocked his ‘chill-dad-with-no-taste’ look. At least in my opinion.” Chloe declares with a smile. You groan.
“Thanks.” You stand up, stretching and cracking your knuckles.
“She put a whole chilli in your burrito.” Chloe reminded you, not letting the subject go.
“I love spicy food.” You explain, nonchalantly. She smiles, rolling her eyes playfully.
“You hate spicy food.”
“Untrue, I love spicy food, spicy food just doesn’t love me.” Chloe sighs.
“…Okay.”
“She also-“
“I get it. Abby gets off on my embarrassment, it’s great.” You sigh with irritation. She nods sympathetically.
“Well, it’s not just Abby, Mel and Owen are also dicks.”
“Yeah, they are.” Chloes eyebrows furrow and a familiar look touches her ordinarily soft features.
“You want to say something, right?”
“I- heard Isaac assigned you with Abby, Mel, Manny and Cole to secure a shipping zone near the old station.” You laugh loudly and her face remains the same, worrying you mildly.
“Yeah, sure he did, now what’s the news?” You ask again. She says your name quietly, almost like a warning. Your smile drops. “What…?”
“I had to grab a radio from the old apartment and I overheard Isaac and Abby talking.”
“Jesus, Chloe.”
“No, no I didn’t go up I swear.”
“You heard them from all the way downstairs?” She rolls her eyes.
“They were arguing.”
“Oh great, Abby was arguing with Isaac, now I know this really is a joke.”
“It’s not a joke, okay? Abby was arguing because she didn’t want to be assigned with you. Isaac said you’re more agile and equipped for stealth than the others. He said he’s pairing you with Abby.”
You’re frozen. Fucking frozen in time and space.
“No…”
“Hey, hey, hey you’re gonna be just fine.”
“Oh my god…” You gasp.
“She’s friends with three thirds of the WLFS in here, if they all like her she’s gotta have some good qualities?” Chloe attempts.
“I don’t love how unconfident about that you sounded. Fuck I can’t fucking believe this.”
“You said you didn’t mind her now though, right?”
“Well that was a fucking lie wasn’t it!” You say, and you both burst out laughing.
“Oh fuck I’m so gonna have my head bashed against a wall aren’t I?”
“Uh…may your death be swift?” You sigh.
“Thank you.”
The door opens harshly, making an echoey bang as it hits the wall. You and Chloe both whip your head around to see Abby, standing there in all her glory. You roll your eyes.
“We’re in a library asshole, you probably don’t come in here much, or know how to read- for that matter, but you’re typically meant to be quiet in these-“ “Ah, if it isn’t the two nerdiest people left on the planet.”
“Speak of the devil.” Chloe whispers. Abby smirks, looking into your eyes.
“Ah, you were talking about me? No surprise there-“
“Fuck you.”
“Mmm, I bet you’d like that too.” Her words shock you and you give Chloe a look through the side of your eye. She returns this by giving you a little shrug of confusion.
“I’m here to set up ground rules. If you even want to step one of your dainty little feet in the direction of me or my friends, you’d do your best to follow it, okay?”
“Good, I’ve got some boundaries I’d like to set up as w-“
“Shut the fuck up.” Abby interrupts. You roll your eyes.
“Okay first of all, don’t talk unless it’s strictly about the mission or someone asks you a question. Second of all, don’t ask me why, if I tell you to do something do it and last of all don’t fuck things up. I can add more rules as I see fit as well.” Abby states.
“You’re a fucking psychopath.” You mutter to yourself and Abby smiles widely. You hug Chloe tightly before you leave, placing a hand on her pale face.
“You’re gonna be fine.” She mouths. You nod and turn to follow Abby out the hallway in silence for some time until she randomly stops in her tracks. She clears her throat.
“Go get our weapons.” You open your mouth to object, but you can’t be fucked wasting words on her. You don’t reply before heading in to the armoury.
“I need Abby’s usual, Manny’s usual and I’ll take a pistol and a silenced literally anything, please.” The man looks at you a little suspiciously, but nods, walking over to the weapon wall.
“Why isn’t Abby just getting them herself?” He asks, not in an overly probing way.
“She prefers me to do stuff for her.” You explain. “Oh, cute.” He says, handing you the things. You look at him, bitterly.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, I thought you meant you were…”
“Nope. Do you have any daggers?”
“Daggers…? What century is this? BC?”
“Fine, knifes, then?”
“Here.” He says, handing you a rather average looking metal blade. You sigh.
“Thanks…”
“The ammos on the side of that crate over there.” You nod, giving him a fond expression.
“Thanks.” You say as a rather devious thought comes to mind. You grab a box of Abbys ammo and make your way to the shooting range. As swift as you can, you turn it on and hit the bullseye over and over until there’s just over 10 bullets left in the packet.
“Hmm…” You murmer, looking down at the gun. “Fuck it.” You say, shooting four more bullets. You quickly make your way back to Abby, quickly putting your ammo and weapons in your bag.
“Took you long enough.” She says simply, trying not to laugh at all the shit you’re holding. You roll your eyes.
“You try carrying all of it then.”
“Are you implying I’m stronger than you?” She teases. You continue to glare at her.
“Is the air thin in here?” You question, and Abby looks confused, opening her mouth to retort but you stop her.
“Or is it just the size of your ego making it hard to fucking breathe.” You say. She shrugs, still smirking smugly.
“Who could know?”
You and Abby head over to the wagon and Mel immediately stands up. You sigh.
“Fuck me.” You murmer, and through the side of your eye you see Abby give you a look of what could be mistaken as sympathy, if that girl possessed the capacity for that emotion.
“It’s you.” Mel says, as if the words are physically hurting her to say. You sigh, forcing a fake smile.
“Yep, hey Mel.” Alice runs over to you, leaning her legs against you and kissing you all over.
“Hi beautiful girl.” You utter quietly as you stroke your fingers through her fur. Abby watches you intently, fighting a smile at how affectionate you were. Mel looked less than impressed.
“Come on Alice, here.” She beckoned. You roll your eyes as Alice hesitantly returns to her place beside Mel. Owen sits down aggressively, crossing his arms and looking away from you.
What the fuck is with these people? They don’t even know you. Manny sit’s next to the driver and you sigh as you sit beside Owen. He was a repulsive guy, childish, looked weird, smelt weird and his only personality trait was his relationship with Mel that everyone was so obsessed with. ‘The couple,’ you had heard them be referred to as. So fucking dramatic.
“Did you hear that Brenda’s sister snuck in to that party last night, drank half the liquor and then tried to kiss like 10 guys there?” Abby laughs. Mel shrugged.
“Owen and I were busy, so no.” She says, and they both smirk. Gag.
“You should have seen Manny’s moves, he did a full flip, I wish I could have recorded it.”
“Oh yeah Aidan told me! What a guy.” Owen remarks, placing his hand in Mels.
“Abby how have you been sleeping these days?” Mel questions. This catches your attention but Abby just dismissively shakes her head.
“Fine.” She said, signalling at you with her head. You would rather be in a room of clickers right now.
“Hey, um…where do you sit?” Mel asks you. You look at her, a little surprised.
“Um…what?”
“Well I never see you, so.”
“Oh…I sit with Chloe, Sophie…sometimes Beatrice and Whitney too.” Her expressions remain unchanged and the others look at each other, clearly not familiar with those names or people.
“I’ve…heard of Whitney, I think. She plays the games right?” Abby asked. You glare at her.
“Yeah.” You say simply.
When the wagon finally arrived and you handed out the weapons to everyone, Abby immediately started assigning roles.
“Okay so um, Cole will stay here and scout the perimeter, guard the exits and the truck, I’ll go with Manny to take out whoever, Owen you can go with Mel to get the supplies.”
“Um okay what am I supposed to do?” You practically spit. She sighs.
“Go with Owen and Mel then I don’t care.”
“Hey fuck that she’s not going with us!” Owen says. Mel hits him playfully.
“Owen..” She says, only pretending to care.
“Isaac assigned me to do stealth take downs because brutes like you have no agility, I’m better off with you.” You tell Abby plainly. She looks at you, annoyed.
“Fuck it, we’ll all cut through that building and we’ll go from there.” She says, and everyone nods, Owen still looking considerably more irritable than the others.
“I’m gonna make sure this rooms clear.” Manny says.
“Oh, I’ll go with you-“ Abby starts to say, but he shakes his head.
“No that’s fine, do you want to go with me?” He asks you. You smile slightly.
“Yes, sure.” You say, feeling quite grateful. You walk through the room and check the benches and cupboard for suppliesf. You find some parts and start using a large item on the edge of a bench to adjust one of your weapons.
“What are you doing?” He asks. You smile cautiously at him.
“I’m refining the scope.” “With just that?”
“Well, yeah.” You explain awkwardly. He chuckles and you turn to face him, confused.
“Well shit, you’re actually smart, huh?”
“Um…I don’t know.” You laugh back. He walks over, examining the weapon more closely.
“You think you can upgrade one of my weapons?” “Sure, which one?”
“My pistol, the recoil on that is shithouse.” You can’t help but laugh.
“I’m sorry ‘shit house?’” You ask, still laughing. He smiles back.
“It is what I say.”
“Let me look at it.” He hands you his gun and you examine it closely, getting some tools out of your pack.
“The hammer spring’s smashed. Here.” You unclip the flashlight from your shirt.
“Aim the light on that part there.” You instruct, and he nods, watching as you replace it. You look around the room and find a mostly in tact glass bottle. You approach it and line it up on the bench.
“Try it now.” You say, and he nods, shooting the bottle from a safe distance.
“Oh shit, that’s heaps better.”
“It’s no problem.” You say, your face feeling rather hot. He lets out a deep breath.
“I know being put with our group isn’t ideal.” He starts. You groan, feeling a pep talk approaching.
“They’ll see how good you are.”
“Oh yeah, how? By doing free weapon upgrades?” You mock. He laughs.
“It’s a good start.”
“Did you know Abby put an entire chilli in my food?” He sighs. “She can be…petty.” Manny explains.
“What did I even do?”
“I don’t know, she seems, and don’t tell her I told you this but…obsessed with you. Ever since you wanted to join our patrol that day she made it her whole personality.”
“Ugh, I know right? ‘Look at that loser’ sounds familiar I’m guessing?”
“Um, not really, she talks about you pretty genuinely. It’s more ‘did you hear she slipped past that massive scar base without alerting them? And “did you see what she was wearing?”
“Mmm of course cause she made me wear her crusty ex boyfriends clothes all day. Did you know Mel accused me of sleeping with, quote unquote “her man” when she saw me in those?” Manny wheezes at this comment.
“They’re quite an intense pair.” He admits.
You two return to the others and your eyes immediately fan to Abby’s body. She’s wearing a sleeveless black top and she was clearly lifting something heavy because there was a light dusting of sweat all the way up her arms. You could also tell because of her veins. Fuck, her veins. Her veins were so visible.
God what is wrong with you? No, what is wrong with her? How dare she look so fucking….fuckable? Only to be a genuine dick AND like men? What a waste.
“There’s a lot of them, but if we split into groups we can take them by surprise. Manny, with me.” Abby instructs. You force yourself out of your daydream when Manny taps you on your shoulder.
“Come.” He says, and you follow them out, staying prone in the grass.
“We’ll need to be stealthy, I can go and you guys can stay here and cover me.” You suggest. Abby scoffs.
“No fucking way.”
“You’ve already seen me do more-“
“We’re not putting you in danger!” Abby says quickly. She anxiously avoids eye contact.
“Of…the mission, I mean. You’ll compromise it easy.”
“Abs, this girl is resourceful. At the first sign of trouble we’ll be there, but let her do what she’s here for.” Manny tries. Abby rolls her eyes and then look into yours for what feels like an eternity.
“First. Sign.” She warns. You nod.
“Thank you.” You say, sneaking out towards the group.
“I don’t fucking like this Manny.”
“She’ll be fine.”
“What? That’s not what- ugh…” She says before accepting her defeat and letting the silence win. She watches you the entire time. The way you skilfully pick off the men who are there is like a work of art and your movements are smoother than silk. You enter one of the buildings where Abby and Manny’s vision of your is corrupted. Manny looks over at Abby and is surprised to be witnessing such panic on her face.
“Are you alright Abs?” He asks. She doesn’t reply.
“Abby?”
“Fuck.” She says, before jumping down out of their spot.
“Abby what the actual fuck-“ He mutters as he climbs down beside her and they scurry into some grass.
“What the fuck are you doing? They’ll see us.” Manny protests. Abbys sighs.
“Oh yeah? Well if she gets shot in there who will be there to get the stuff?”
“No one’s gonna get anything if they shoot US for getting out of cover, Abs.” One of the men holding a large rifle stops, looking around.
“Finn?” A woman asks him. He continues looking around, shining his light through the grass.
“I thought I heard something.” The woman nods.
“Keep your guard up.” She tells him. Abby groans.
“How do we get in the building now??” She whisper-shouts. Manny thinks for a moment.
“I think we need to take them both out.”
“Okay, let’s do it.” They crawl towards the building when, to their dismay, Abby’s foot crunches on some broken glass.
“Fuck-“
“WHAT WAS THAT?” Finn calls, alerting you. You hear several gunshots and consider whether or not you should run towards them. It could be Abby or Manny. No, just stick to your mission, you were almost at the jackpot. Right when you get to the safe you start spinning the dial until you hear Manny’s voice.
“Look out!” More gunshots. They probably had it under control, they’re strong, unstoppable really, and Abby would be enraged if she found out you were right in front of the supplies and went to rescue her instead.
“Abby?” Manny calls, desperately. That did it, you run behind the next cover and dive into the grass to look for her. A man points his gun at her and you quickly shoot him with your silenced gun, grabbing her arm and pulling her into you. She falls over you, pinning you under her and using her arms as support on the grass on either side of your head. You’re startled, feeling her warm breath on your face, seeing her eyes up close.
“Abby what are you doing here?” You demand once you finally find your words again.
“I…we’ll talk about it later, where the fuck are my bullets?” Your face goes numb.
“Um…” You say. She practically yells.
“UGHH WHY?”
“Okay well why are you always a dick to me man?? I didn’t expect you to be taking down an entire camp…if you had just trusted me-“
Abby get’s off of you and you sit up.
“You TOOK my bullets?? Give them back.”
“No.”
“Give. Them back.”
“I used them okay??” Abby grabs you, pulling you so you’re standing. Your heart races as she does this.
“Fine, you’re coming with me, we’re getting more bullets.”
“I found the safe.” You blurt out. Abby stops dragging you, letting out a deep breath and smiling ever so slightly.
“Thank god, did you get the supplies?”
“Um…” Abbys groans again at your response.
“And WHY…not?” She asks. Your face flushes crimson.
“I heard you scream.” You admit. You lower your voice to a whisper so quiet that it’s almost inaudible. “I was worried.” You add. Her face softens.
“Alright, that’s fine, we’ll take them out first and come back to it. Let’s just get these fucking bullets since you feel the need to fuck everything up even though I said before we started-“
“Hey you fucked up too, okay?” Abbys rolls her eyes.
“Irrelevant. Now let’s go.”
You follow her into a room and hear a massive bang sound from behind it, feeling the ground shake as a result.
“Abby…”
“Fuck, we’re locked in aren’t we?”
“Try the door.” You say. She lets out a huff.
“If this doesn’t open I’m never letting you come with me again.”
“You’re so annoying, Abs.” You say, and she turns back from the door to face you.
“I’ve never heard you call me anything other than Abby, asshole or dick.” She states. You smile.
“Oh I’m sorry, did I leave ‘motherfucker’ and ‘ignorant, arrogant asshole’ off the list, Abigail?”
“Abigail?” She asks, and your neck feels hot when you say it. She was right, it did feel unnatural.
“I like that.” Remarks Abby, trying the door handle and coming to the conclusion that you were, indeed, locked in.
“What…your name? You really do have an ego second to none.” “Only when you say it.” She tells you in a manner you haven’t heard before. It was sort of…kind? Or something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
“Abigail? Or Abby?” She smiles wider.
“I think it was part of the roof that fell.” Abbys says and your mind is still lingering on her previous comment.
“What makes you say that?” You question, taking a seat on the floor.
“I saw crack marks on it when we entered and there wasn’t anything else around us that could be blocking the door. No shelves, no fridges, nothing.”
“If it really was part of the ceiling, we’ll never get this door open.”
“Okay, well…see if there’s another way out.” Abby instructs.
“Always so authoritative.” You remark, and she raises an eyebrow with intrigue.
“What was that?” She asks.
“Forget it.” You stand up and look around.
“There’s a small window but it’s really high up, even if you boost me I wouldn’t be able to get up there.
“Fuck. I guess we’re going to have to wait for Manny to clear the rest of them, we’ve already taken out a fair few.”
“Even if Manny does take them all out, how’s he going to find us through all this debris?”
“I- you talk a lot.” Abbys says. God you could hit her.
She sits down now too.
“You’re giving up?” You question. She shrugs.
“We’re gonna be stuck here a while, possibly for the end of our lives, might as well not waste our breath.”
“I’ve always loved your optimism.” You tease, and she looks away to hide her approaching smile.
“Why did you join the WLFS anyway?” She questions after some time. You look over at Abby, confused.
“What happened to wanting me to shut up?”
“Fine.” She replies, grimly. You chuckle softly, taking a seat beside her.
“My last camp was close to a large group of these brutal raiders. My group always believed in each other, thought we were all we ever needed but, it was safer to form allies. We were relocating when we discovered those seraphites you’re so fond of. When we took them out the WLFS thought we were doing them a solid or something, invited us to join the WLFS if Isaac thought us decent enough.”
“Oh. Cool.” She says, lamely. You just smile, letting the quiet fill the room again.
“You’re not gonna ask why I joined?” Abby asked. You can’t help but laugh at this.
“Wow, you are…something else Abigail.” Abby doesn’t say anything, her cheeks becoming a light shade of pink.
“Besides, I know where you’re from. You were in a firefly group at salt lake.”
“I’m sorry, what? How did you-“
“My friend works in the apartments. The walls there are thin.”
“Oh. What…else do you know about me?”
“Practically nothing." You say, thinking a while. "I’ve seen you looking at different coins in the main hall late at night like they’re the prettiest thing you’ll ever see. Do you collect them or something?” Abby, still surprised, nods.
“Yeah, some dumb thing my dad used to do. We collect quarters. Collected.” She corrects. You nod.
“You got them here?” Her face warms up as she grabs her bag, pouring the pile of coins into her hand.
“This one’s from Virginia, 1788. I found these ones around the stadium, this is um, from Alaska, Mane, New Jersey and the last one I found was from Vermont.” She explains in a tone so giddy it makes you want to laugh, but you don’t, you just listen intently.
“You think it’s stupid?”
“I think it’s adorable.” You tease, and in reality, you really did. “My friend, Chloe, collects magazines. She’s got like 500 or something crazy.”
“500?”
“Well…49, but it really does seem like a lot.” You explain, and she laughs gently. Once the laughter dies down, you wrestle with yourself internally. Should you mention it? You really shouldn’t, but what else did you have to lose?
“Abby, why are you so mean to me?” You ask.
“I’m not mean. My pranks are funny.” Abby replies, defensively.
“Are they?” You ask, not looking at her directly. Abby hesitates.
“Yeah, I guess not.”
“So why do you do it?”
“I like harassing you.” She says. You stand up and storm angrily to the other end of the room.
“Fine, be like that.”
“No it’s… my friends.” You don’t turn around, but you stop pacing.
“What?” You order. She sighs.
“My friends and I…only hang out with certain people, you know?”
“Wow….”
“No what, what I mean is they wouldn’t appreciate if I was friends with someone different. People would talk and I didn’t want anything to change so I decided being mean to you was the only way we could talk.”
“Abby that is fucking stupid and petty you actual dick! FUCK I could just…HIT YOU.” Abby snorts at your comment. You sigh.
“Fine, maybe I couldn’t, but I still hate you.”
“Don’t.” “Don’t what, fuckwit?”
“Don’t…hate me. I know it’s shallow but being popular, going to parties, it’s the only fucking distraction I have. I work out or party to avoid sleeping, you know? I’m friends with heaps of people because I’m scared that if my group was small enough, they’d see through…me.” You sigh and walk back to her.
“Who knew Abby Anderson had ‘layers?’ You teased with a small smile. Abby forced a smile too, clearly feeling vulnerable.
“Why wouldn’t they like you? The real you who doesn’t poison peoples food?”
“Oh please it was one chilli, it was good for you!” She defends, her smile becoming increasingly more genuine. You smile back.
“Cause I’m angry…and selfish.” Abby admits. You sit down beside her and put a hand on her leg.
“You just exposed yourself to a group of armed men and women with like 4 bullets in your gun to make sure I wasn’t in trouble. I wouldn’t call that selfish.”
“It was incredibly selfish.” “Why?” You ask, softly. She stands up, turning away from you. You stand up too.
“Abby…?”
“Because I let my feelings get in the way. I could have killed you, or Manny.” You feel a chill over your body and you don’t know whether it’s the temperature or her words.
“What…feelings?” You ask, and she turns around and kisses you harshly on your lips, taking you by surprise and making your hands frail around desperately in that confusion.
“I know about you too.” She says, and you’re breathing heavily, surely in some level of shock.
“I know how much you love animals, how you collect knives and are crafty. You hate spicy food, and olives, you love onions, your favourite colour is purple and you always wear a bit of colour in your hair. You can sing, you can cook, and you constantly impress others, and particularly me. You don’t particularly like reading but you can recite any line from just about any movie and I know that because at movie nights I see you mouthing the words, it’s adorable. You always have your feet up on another chair when sitting in meetings, you always double knot your shoe laces because you suck at tying them and you know what I hate about you?”
You don’t know how to respond, you can’t even think real thoughts at this point, so you just let her answer.
“I hate that you hate me because all I’ve ever wanted was to be your friend.” Abby breathes out. She shakes her head.
“That’s not true, I want to be more than that.” Your mouth is open and your wide eyed, not knowing what to say, or do.
“You were such a dick to me.” You say quietly, your eyes on the floor. Abby nods.
“Let me make it up to you?” She asks. You nod and that’s all it takes before Abby’s lips are crashing on yours again and her tongue is deep inside your mouth, tasting you like she’s been starved for a week. She puts both of her large hands on your face as she does this, moaning into the kiss as the tension from both of your bodies starts to calm.
“Can I? I mean, do you want to?” Abby questions, and you nod with a massive smile on your face.
✨SMUT✨
She tears your shirt off, immediately applying firm pressure on your warm skin with both hands as she explores and familiarises herself with your body. She looks at your tits and the way they sit perfectly in a light blue bra.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” She exclaims before unclipping your bra and fondling your breasts.
“So fucking sexy.” She hums, delicately rubbing your nipples between her fingers.
“mmm…What about Manny?” You ask. She shrugs.
“May his survival be long.” She says, lowering herself to the ground and your pants along with her.
“Hmm.” She says, clearly unsatisfied with the current conditions. She stands back up and slams you against the wall, supporting your head with one of her wide hands.
“Suck.” She says, pressing her two middle fingers to your lips. You do so without protest and enjoy the way her long fingers push further into your mouth. She removes them quickly, letting a long string of saliva soak her hand.
She pushes them both inside you with no warning, curling the tips of her fingers and moving your clit with her thumb.
“H….holy fuck~” You cry out. This whole situation was so unexpected. You thought you hated her but now Abbys fingers you were always thinking about were actually inside of you, and it felt fucking unreal.
“This doesn’t make us…mmm~ okay, you realise?” Abby smirks.
“If I make you cum will you forgive me for being a dick?” You thrust slightly into her fingers, letting out a loud moan.
“You were a dick more than once.” You manage to say. She grabs you by the neck and kisses you deeply, still playing with you using her fingers.
“Challenge accepted.” She starts practically slamming her fingers inside you, watching you squirm and cry out.
“A…abby-“ “It’s okay, my girls doing good, you can take it.”
“Hurts…” “Just a little longer for me baby.” Abby coos, not letting up her speed. She starts kissing and sucking on your neck as hard as she fucking can, tasting you, admiring you.
“Abby…I’m…gonna….”
“You’re gonna cum already? Aw, alright, show me how good it feels.”
“It f…mmm…”
“I said show me baby.” She says, putting in a third finger.
“MMM!” You cry and she puts her other hand in your mouth, letting you suck it eagerly again. Slowing down ever so slightly, she takes her hand out of your mouth.
“Take a deep breath for me.” Abby instructs, her face riddled with focus. You blush, your eyes struggling to stay open.
“Wh…why?” She whispers a safe word in your ear.
“You say this if its too much okay?” You nod and she forces a fourth finger inside you.
“H…holy…Abby…”
“You’re doing so good baby.”
“I feel so full…don’t….don’t-“
“I know you can take it, look how easily my fingers can slide inside you, you can fit one more for me can’t you?”
“Mmm….mmm…hurts.”
“Say the safe word then.” You finally look at her, still blushing and she chuckles smugly.
“You won’t will you? You want it to hurt, you want your pussy filled with me you’re just too afraid to ask. Admit it.”
“…No.” You try. God, it doesn’t even sound real to you. She just laughs.
“Try again or I’ll stop.”
“Fuck, fuck yes I like it…I like it rough, I want it to hurt just- please don’t stop.” You blurt out, wrapping your arms around her neck to support yourself. She nods and slowly eases her fist into you, making you moan.
“Fuckkkkk, fuck Abigail….” “See? I knew you could do it.” “Fuck….mmm…you..” You stutter. She smiles.
“Fuck me yourself, coward.” Heat swells inside your stomach and slick starts leaking down your thighs and fuck, Abbys never been more turned on in her life. She gets on her knees and licks it eagerly, sucking at your inner thighs and then your pussy.
“Tastes so good.” Abby mumbles between your thighs, moaning as she tongues between your folds. You let out a whimper as she sucks sloppily at your cunt.
Your hand grabs onto her hair, pulling her head in more and practically riding her face.
“Mmm, so…so…” Is all you can manage. She keeps going, using her mouth and fingers at the same time.
“Fuck…fuck….cumming…cu-“ You cry out as you shut your eyes tightly. When Abby returns to your height, her face is glistening. You blush brightly.
“I…um.” You say. She grabs your chin to open your mouth and kisses you passionately, moving her head around to make sure her tongue explores every angle before taking a breath.
“You taste…fuck….” Abby says, grabbing you and pushing you onto the floor.
“Take off your clothes.” You tell her. She smiles, smugly.
“Where’d your manners go?”
“I thought you weren’t gonna be a dick anymore.” You huff. She smiles brightly at you.
“Mmm, that’s right. Wait here then.” She says, walking over to her bag and taking out a black strap. It’s over 6 inches for sure, you guess 7 or 8. You’re not sure what to think.
“I guess that whole ‘I know your favourite colour’ speech was bullshit then. Do you expect to fuck all girls you take on patrol?” You ask, bitterly. She puts her large hand on your cheek, rubbing her thumb over your skin delicately.
“You’re so precious. It’s not…for fucking. I never know how long I’m gonna be stranded somewhere so…I use it. On myself.” She explains. You can’t help but laugh.
“Shut up.” She says, hiding her own smile.
“Aw, can’t handle a patrol without your vibrator, huh? Do you get all tense?”
“Shut. Up.”
“You’re all talk, I bet no one’s ever made you cum, right? That’s why you need this pretty piece of plastic?” You question, not sure where this sudden confidence boost is coming from. Abby blushes.
“I’m gonna make you shut up soon.” She warns. You smirk.
“How many women have you been with?” You ask her. She gives you a death glare.
“Ah, so none.”
“Shut the fuck up. I can still fuck you better than you’ll ever be fucked and that attitude will go along with your ability to walk.”
“Soo defensive.” You tease. She grabs your hands, pinning them down roughly.
“You’re not gonna be this chatty in a second.” She says, letting go of your hands and putting the strap on. You use this break to push all your body strength onto her and start unzipping her pants.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” She laughs, pinning you back down effortlessly. You roll your eyes.
“Please will you just let me taste you…”
“After that little display?” Abby just laughs, taking her shirt off and using it to bind your hands together tightly.
“My fucking girl.” Abby grumbles, and it sounds almost like an order. She towers over you, grabbing onto your jaw with one hand.
“Open your mouth.” Abby orders. You consider putting up a fight, but she’s so intimidating and strong, you don’t know what she’d do. Maybe that excited you more, but you didn’t want to push your luck right now. Your mouth parts obediently and she guides almost the entire strap in your mouth, not giving a fuck whether you gag on it or not.
“Remember who you belong to when you’re gagging on my dick, baby. I don’t take kindly to people who provoke me.” You just whimper as your saliva completely covers the strap. She doesn’t stop though, not for a few more minutes of your precious sounds. She holds your hair as you suck it and already this is one of the best things either of you had experienced. It made you forget about how hard, cold and potentially dirty the floor was. It made you in particular forget how many times Abby had acted so pathetic and childish when it turns out all she wanted was to be something for you. And even though it was still in your mind, it made the reality that Manny could be in danger seem like a distant memory.
She finally removed the strap from your mouth and forcefully pulled open your legs, thrusting into you slowly. “Mmmm….” You moan, lowly. She watches as it goes in and you can tell it made her wet too. She continues at that painfully slow pace, holding your pinned arms as she does so.
“Abby…don’t be a- oh fuck- a tease…” You say, desperately. She smirks again.
“So eager. If you can manage to be completely quiet, I’ll take my shirt off for you, okay?” She asks. You look away, nervously. This is what you had imagined whenever you passed the gym and saw her use her tank top to wipe sweat from her face. You’d see the men around her take off their shirts to work out and at that moment and that moment only, you had wished she was a man just so she could do the same. Another part of you didn’t want anyone else to see a shirtless Abby, though. Yes you would much prefer the private showing she was offering you. Fuck, you’d do anything to see it. When you’d pass her apartment and hear the shower run, your mind would go crazy. You wondered if it would live up to your fantasies.
“M’ I to take your silence as a yes, gorgeous?” You nod enthusiastically and she starts increasing her pace, then, seeing how well you handled that, her pressure as well. Fuck, that had almost got you. You loved how rough she could be with you because you knew she’d balance it perfectly. She’d never hurt you, she had proven that.
“Wow, look how good you can be.” You don’t say anything, but you would let out a desperate squeak at her praise. She thrust harder and you wanted to scream, biting your lip to stop yourself.
“You did so good for me, baby.” She says, slowing down slightly but not stopping as she takes off her shirt. You gape at the sight of her glistening chest in a pretty, pale bra. Fuck…you’d do anything to have her tits in your mouth, to have your hands free and play with them, to treasure them like fucking artefacts.
“Like what you see?” She asks. You whimper in response and she lets out a light chuckle.
“Mmm, I’ll take that as a yes. You almost there, baby?”
“Fuck…yes Abby I’m close…please will you take off the binds?” And for a moment, it seemed like Abby was considering it before she thrust more aggressively and put a hand over your neck, being cautious about how tight she squeezed.
“You’re precious.” Is how she replies, and you would hit her…if you could.
Soon, the heat between you two was growing, leaking onto the floor and each others thighs, not knowing what liquids were what and who’s belonged to who. You were so fucking close. You wanted to grip on to Abbys hair or biceps. Maybe in some other perfect world or one where the woman fucking you wasn’t Abby Anderson. Abby could tell you were close, she could see it on your face, feel it in your body and hear it in your voice. Fuck, she was becoming more in love with you at every moment.
“You gonna cum for me baby?”
“Fuck…fuck please…please can I?” She smiles so wide you were worried her face was gonna stretch. She loved hearing you beg, hearing you make sounds at all that only her ears would be blessed with,.
“Mhm.” Abby agrees, and with her permission you allow your eyes to roll back. Your legs shake ever so slightly as your glowing slick illuminates the strap and Abby’s thighs. Unlike how she had treated you before, she pulls out so gently, untying the strap from behind and pulling you in towards her so your body is against her.
She strokes your hair while hugging you still and you don’t know why it’s the most comforting thing you’ve ever felt, but you don’t complain.
“You listened so well baby. Made me feel real good.” Abby babbled. You look away, nervously and Abby picked up on your shift instantly.
“What?” She asked, softly. You sigh.
“I wanted to…” Your words trail off. Abby nods understandingly.
“Oh. You still want to do that?” She asked, and you nod your head eagerly.
“Please Abby?” You beg. She nods again.
“Only because you were so good.” She says, untying her shirt from your hands and leaning back on her elbows.
“Go on then, take what you want.” She says with another one of her signature smirks. You practically leapt to the chance, removing her bra with the flick of one hand. You immediately start licking and sucking at her tits, leaving adorable bruises in your wake. Abby gives you a warning look and you know she won’t allow it much longer, so you quickly position your head between her thighs. Her muscular, large fucking thighs, you might add.
“Can I suck it through the boxers?” You question, looking up at Abby with doe eyes. She smiles comfortingly.
“Sure.” She says, still not expecting to feel any real pleasure. That is until you suck at the lowest part of the fabric, making her pool in your mouth and drench her boxers.
“I…mmph~” The unexpected and beautiful noise leaves Abbys lips, making you want to explore more of her. You lick a trail up her concealed folds all the way up to her clit which you start drawing vicious circles over.
“F….fuck how are you- fuck….” Abby cries. She’s on the verge of orgasm already, you didn’t expect Abby of all people to be the kind of person to cum too fast, but you’re delighted to have something to tease her about later. You finally remove the boxers right before she cums and you put your tongue deep inside her. Then, you return to her clit and put your fingers inside her hole instead.
“Mmmmm.” Abby’s pornographic moan should be recorded, transformed into a vile and put straight into your lungs. And then, just like that, she’s coming, her pretty pink pussy pulsing under your tongue.
You go back up to face her.
“I knew no one had touched you like that.” You remarked. She rolled her eyes playfully. “Whatever.” Abby said, pulling you in for a tighter hug and kissing your cheek.
“Wanna go again?” Abby asked, only somewhat joking. That was until Manny’s voice echoed outside of the building they were stuck in.
“ABBY???” He yelled. He called your name too and you both quickly scrambled to put at least your shirts on. She boosts you up so you can see out the window.
“We’re in here!” You call to him. He lets out a relieved breath.
“Thank god I found you, you guys must have been so scared.” You turn over to Abby who’s watching the situation unfold with amusement.
“Yeah.” Abby calls out as loud to be audible to Manny. “We were terrified.”
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missing your abby fics, you write her so well☺️☺️
Ur so sweet darling. I'll write her again, any particular request?
thank you @alternativess for the inspo 🎀𓂃 ࣪˖
reqs are open!!
summary: bimbo!reader x abby. abby starts play fighting with you and discovers you enjoy being restrained.
warnings: nsfw under the cut, use of consensual physical restraint in a sexual situation, my first abby fic!!
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“a-abs! stop-stop-stop!” the incessant tickling from your girlfriends sturdy, strong arms was taunting you. trying your best to fight back, you slap her arm sheepishly.
“oh, that’s how you wanna do this, huh?” she smirks playfully, throwing her braid off her shoulder and lunging into you, beginning to play wrestle.
you couldn’t lie, the wet spot in your frilly pink panties was growing increasingly hard to ignore, especially if her muscles kept flexing so tauntingly close to your doe-ish eyes….
regardless! you do your best to fight back just to please her, because you two both know you don’t stand a chance, and she thinks it’s adorable. when you playfully go to bite her bicep, her fighting instincts kick in….
and her beefy, swollen arm has you in an unyielding headlock.
fuck.
the pornographic whimper that erupted from you caused abby to loosen her grip, taking your jaw in her calloused fingers and guiding you up towards her sweat glistened face.
“got something you wanna tell me?”
you begin to shake your head no, but abby interrupts-
“if i take off those panties am i gonna find my girl wet?”
my girl.
well, if you weren’t wet already, she was definitely going to find you soaked now.
with one quick movement, she has you laid down on your back, your underwear in one hand, and another sliding into your folds. your mind goes completely blank, well, more than it already was, only craving abby’s vicious touch.
“oh…sweet girl….tell me. was it that headlock? don’t. lie.”
the desperate moans that are bubbling from your plump pink lips would be fucking embarrassing if you weren’t already so drunk on her touch, your hips hopelessly rutting into her resistant fingers.
“words, angel.”
“y-ye-y….yes!! yes abs!!”
the menacing chuckle she exhaled was enough to make you buckle, but you knew better. had to keep your eyes on abby.
“does my girl get off on being hurt? bein’ restrained?”
“m-mm-mhm!”
“remember our safe word?” she goes soft for a moment, and you nod in agreement. as soon as she gets confirmation, this girl just starts manhandling the fuck out of you. fingerprint shaped marks decorate your hips and ribs as she positions you in the headlock once again, her bicep throbbing against your ear.
“gonna make you cum, yeah baby? no tricks this time, swear. jus’cum fr’me angel….” she cooes, as her previously mocking fingers finally…finally….fill you up completely.
“abs!! a-abs!!!”
“does my girl love my muscles? hgnh- loves how my arms are bigger than her stupid slutty brain?”
“y-yes….ys’ abs! always!”
the pace she’s drilling into you at is relentless, slick drooling down her knuckles and your pillowy thighs. your cushiony walls are throbbing around her thick fingers, only persuading her to go harder, to tighten the death grip on your neck, little veins popping out.
“g-gna’-“ you moan nearly pathetically, abby immediately understanding before you even opened your mouth, because of course she does. this girl knows your body better than anyone, the patterned pulses of your pretty pussy swallowing up her fingers signaling your orgasm.
“go ahead, sweetheart. cum fr’ me.”
your vision nearly goes black as the grip around your neck tightens, and her fingers curl up into you. everything is fuzzy for a few moments, but abby’s comforting touch soothes your senses, effortlessly picking you up and tenderly placing you in her lap.
“come on, baby. gonna draw a bath for you, yeah?”
god, you love abby anderson.
I've almost finished my exams 🤞 so I can post the long awaited part 2 of the Farmer Abby fic.
(Wish me luck)
In the meantime some pics of my 2 fav muscle mommys
pls can u write sub abby? thank u ❤️❤️❤️
ofc :) Here you go.
𝓢𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓐𝓫𝓫𝔂
Warnings: Oral (giving), public, fingering, restraints, thigh riding, scissoring, hickeys, v!brator
Your relationship with Abby had been mostly smooth flowing. The heat when the two of you were in the same room would be enough to light an island on fire. However, you two would fight sometimes. Whether it was one too many early days, one too many late nights or one too many days of having fucked up things happen, the consequences would involve driving either one of you insane, an insanity that you would take out on each other.
This fight was different though, it was the longest you had gone without speaking during your entire relationship thus far. You had done something risky on patrol to protect yourself and the others in your group and almost died in the process. Instead of Abby welcoming you back, saying “I’m so happy you’re not dead, my love.” She yelled at you, said some really mean things, the underlining message being that she didn’t trust you to go out without her.
Not only this, but rather than simply not talking, Abby would constantly act petty and arrogant. She flirted with some guy in the gym in front of you, she took your favourite weapon on her assignment, she messed up the apartment, she started rumours about you, and whenever you tried to apologise or approach her about it, she’d ice you out. You didn’t understand why she was doing this. What the fuck was wrong with her? You risk YOUR life and SHE’S mad?? It just doesn’t fucking add up.
You decide to just ignore her for once and instead of heading back to your apartment, you go to the bar instead.
“I’ll get vodka please, just give me like 5 shots.” You explain to the bartender, a blonde guy on duty who you were somewhat friends with.
“You got the machine parts you owe me?” He teased. You stare at him blankly.
“Dude, I’m ordering 5 shots of vodka, today is not the day.” He sighs and grabs the glasses, pouring the clear liquid into each.
You turn your head at the sound of that smooth voice you so love. It was Abby. Was she following you now?
You turn your head away before she can face you and instead you face the bartender, leaning in to him.
“Please go along with this for me.” You whisper. He looks confused but complies.
“Oh my god your hair is SO soft…” You say, playing with the top layers of his hair. He nods
“I got something that isn’t soft.” He says, and you need to physically restrain yourself from laughing.
It’s convincing enough for Abby, though, who disregards the conversation she’s having and walks over to you, sitting next to you at the bar. You ignore her, continuing to “flirt” with the man.
“You really gonna make me pay for these drinks?” You ask him with doe eyes. He shakes his head, leaning in to you.
“You can pay me in a different way.” Abby stands up harshly.
“Back the fuck up, she’s with me.” Abby spits. He goes over to some other people and pours them drinks, not wanting to be involved further.
“The fuck I am, you haven’t spoken to me in nearly a month.” You tell her. She lets out a deep sigh followed by a desperate and crooked smile.
“I uh…guess I was kind of a dick, huh?”
“Abby…you made me feel like shit. In fact, leave me alone, I was having a nice conversation before you arrived.”
“Oh please, he’s not your type.” Abby says simply. You shove her, getting off your chair.
“Like you’d fucking know.”
“He’s a man, baby, there’s no way he can please you like I can.”
“Hmm, well. I guess we’ll see.” You say with a confident smirk as you approach the blonde gentlemen again. Abbys face shifts into panic mode as she stumbles towards you, grabbing your wrist.
“Wait, wait, please…please I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Talk. Why the fuck have you been such a prick?”
“I don’t know. I guess it was easier than…admitting how fucking scared I was. You could have died and it pissed me off, I have a right to be mad when you do reckless things.”
“No. You would have done the same, don’t give me that bullshit.” You turn away again.
“Wait I- I love you.” She says. You feel heat warm your cheeks and neck, but you say nothing, you just dwell in this feeling for a while. Then, finally, you face her.
🎀𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽🎀
“Come with me.” You direct her out into a hall and slam her against the wall with your full body strength. She lets out a surprised gasp and you immediately shove your tongue into her throat. It’s only several minutes later when you’re both gasping for air that you pull away.
“You were such an idiot Abby. I’m going to teach you to talk to me next time you have a problem.” She nods, eyes still on the floor. You get down on your knees and she anxiously looks around. You just smirk confidently. “There’s people….” Abby breathes out. You get back up to her height and tilt your head, unimpressed.
“Did I say you could talk?” She shakes her head and you return to your knees, pulling her pants down to her ankles. You suck on the soft part between her muscles on her large thighs, leaving a purple mark in its wake.
“Got something to say to me?” You ask her, looking up into her blue eyes. She exhales, sharply.
“I…ugh, fuck….I’m sorry.”
“Oh yeah? How much?” You ask, pulling her underwear down too. She lets out a deep, shaky breath.
“I’m so-“
“Don’t tell me. Show me.” You command, inserting a finger roughly into her and then tonguing in between her folds. She lets out a moan which was unmistakably stifled. You stop and stand up again.
“The fuck was that?” You ask, harshly. She looks embarrassed.
“I know I deserve this it’s just…there’s people around-“
“You’re right, you do deserve this, and in case I wasn’t clear before, if you don’t do what I say I’ll stop, and that will be a worse fate for you than any of these insignificant losers hearing how good I fuck you.”
Abby is speechless at your words. In any regular context, she could pin you down with one hand and fuck you with the other, making you cum in only a matter of moments. This wasn’t anything like that. It was intimate in a way she almost didn’t recognise. The craving for each other’s touch was second to no other desire in the world, the possessiveness and clear control you had over her, the control she let you have, it was turning her on in ways she didn’t expect and that her brain couldn’t fully comprehend. And now you were licking, sucking and spitting on her cunt while that one fucking finger explores her tight hole. What a fucking tease, tasting her like it’s the best thing you’ll ever taste and all while only a few footsteps away from other WLFS.
“S’ good baby~ oh fuck…” She moans, her voice deep. You smile into her cunt, increasing the pace as you circle her clit with your tongue. It felt good to have her back, that girl made you feel crazy in the best way possible.
“Mmmph…mm so…close” You remove your tongue and add another finger, circling the upper walls of her cunt. She lets out a small whimper, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. Abby certainly wished you didn’t, cause you were definitely gonna tease her about it later.
“Aw, close already baby? Who knew you were so easy to please?” She rolls her eyes.
“Shut- Mmmm” She lets out a pornographic moan when you insert a third finger into her throbbing pussy.
“You’re not in control of me today. In fact, you belong to me, say it.”
“N…o” Abby tried, her eyes rolling back along with her head. Your thrusting becomes harder.
“Don’t make me ask you again.”
“O-okay okay fuck…I belong to yo-” You put your tongue in her one final time and it’s all it takes to push her over the edge.
“mmm!” She cums harshly, gripping onto your hair as she does so. Instead of letting her revel in the sensation and watching her face as she returns to reality, you keep the pressure on her, your pace relentless.
“What are you d- oh my f— fuck stop st- mmmmm oh fuck-“ She cries, bucking her hips into you and consequently thrusting her cunt further into your mouth. Her back arches and her moans are getting louder now.
“OH F- fuck baby stop I’m so f-fucking sensitive-“ You didn’t give a fuck. The sounds she made when your tongue and your tongue alone explored and pleasured her in ways no one else could was like ecstasy and you could get drunk off the sound of it.
“MMM PLEASE PL- mmm” Abby whined. You really did love her too, but she didn’t need to know that quite yet.
“I-I…” You want to laugh. Abby fucking Anderson, WLF soldier, bulkier and stronger than most men, whimpering over her pussy getting licked by a girl. It was cute, adorable really.
“Gonna c-“ She couldn’t finish that sentence, didn’t need to, you could tell from the way her muscles tensed, how her thighs pressed against your face and glistening slick poured onto it.
“Mmm…” Abby hums as she cums a second time, her swollen cunt not getting a break.
You decide to go up this time, after all you would probably require oxygen at some point. This wasn’t going to stop here though.
“Bedroom.” Is all you say as you shove her back and make your way to your room, letting her swiftly pull her pants back up and gather herself before making her way past the main hall to the dorms. Almost everyone looked at the two of you and were actively avoiding eye contact. Fuck, they definitely heard.
You both hurried to the room and you jump on her, pushing her back onto the bed. You kiss her passionately, the taste of Abby lingering in both of your mouths.
“Stay here and take all your shit off.” You say, turning away from the awe-struck Abby. She’s not sure whether to be impressed, embarrassed, turned on or all 3, but she does as you say, removing her shoes, shirt, jeans and already drenched underwear. You walk over to her bag and grab out a metal pair of handcuffs. She’s gonna look so fucking good in them, you can’t help but think.
You walk over to her, not showing her the handcuffs yet. She’s wearing your favourite one of her bras and you can’t help but admire her.
“Put your arms up.” You say. Her large, muscular fucking arms.
When she does this, you grab her hands and pull them down, putting the handcuffs on her tightly and cuffing her to the bed frame. Fuck, she was a site for sore eyes.
She looks beyond shocked as she moves her arm, trying to see if she was really constrained.
“Remember the safe word?” You ask. She rolls her eyes.
“This is so fucking embarrassing.”
“Do you want me or not?”
“…yes.” Abby admits. You smile, sitting on her hips.
“Then let me take you the way I want.” You say, sucking on her stomach and leaving a silky trail of saliva over her chest. Then, you unclip her bra, throwing it onto the floor. Your eyes widen at the side of her soft tits and hard nipples, just waiting eagerly to be sucked. You do so and she lets out a gasp.
“Mmnn” You keep going, running circles of her nipples. Then, you move down to the lower part of her breast and suck so hard it leaves a pretty red mark there.
“So pretty for me.” You say, and she’s to embarrassed to reply.
You grab a vibrator from the side table, it’s a pretty, pink, rechargeable one that you always used when Abby wasn’t around. She gasps at the site of it and tries to free herself from the cuffs and you just smile at her efforts. You put the lower part into her and rest the top part on her clit. You turn it on medium pulse and stand up, taking off your pants but leaving your panties on, They’re pretty, pink lace ones that Abby would ordinarily rip from your body with her teeth. The now defenceless Abby, however, watched you, entranced and desperate as you position yourself on her thigh, wrapping your arms around her neck and moving yourself slowly up and down her thigh.
“Take them off….” Abby sighs, not wanting to admit to you or herself how good the vibrator felt. You start sucking on her neck as hard as you can while still moving your hips on her thigh.
“Where are your manners Abs?” You tease. She sighs again.
“Please?” You take off your shirt, revealing a matching bra. She leans over to kiss them but is returned to the reality of her restraints. Deciding to tease her further, you suck on her breasts again, adding a matching mark to her other tit. She looks infuriated, like she would rail the shit out of you if she could. But she can’t, and that made it so much better.
“Oh fuck~” Abby moans quietly, enjoying the vibrators pulse. You put your hand inside her and turn up the setting and she’s immediately crying out.
“Fuck, fuck wait p-please.”
“You didn’t talk to me for a month.” You say, rolling your hips over her thighs. Fuck it felt good, too.
“Sorry.” Abby breathes out as the vibrator danced inside her. You lean in more so the top part of your clit can really savour its favourite sex toy, her muscular thighs.
“You flirted with a man at the gym”
“You flirted with a man at the…oh f-fuck…the bar…” She says. She put a hand on her throat, squeezing tightly.
“The only word out of your mouth should be sorry, or had you forgotten.”
“Sorry….” She moans. You’re pretty close now too and you keep moving up and down.
“You messed up the apartment.” You exclaim and Abbys eyes shut tight.
“I’m gonna-“
“Shut the fuck up. You made me feel like an idiot.”
“S—sorr-oh god.” Abby cries, and the sight of her cum dripping out of her pussy was picture worthy, something you would never forget.
You don’t turn it off though, not yet, and now she’s whimpering in a way you were sure would give you and eargasm.
“You’re so sexy in cuffs Abigail.” You say, and the flustered, bulky woman squirms.
“God Abby hold still.” You say, putting all your body pressure onto her thigh to stop her movements as you thrust up on her thigh, letting yourself orgasm too. After about another minute of her whimpering, you finally turn off the vibrator, holding her face and kissing it.
“F…forgive me now?” She asks. You think for a second, but there’s one more thing you still have to try.
“Almost.” You say, taking off your underwear and bra. She doesn’t have the chance to speak even if she could.
“Need to feel all of you. You explain, putting your legs over hers and positioning your clits together.
“It’s too soon we just-“
“You’ve got one more in you Abby, I know it.” You comfort her as you start rocking your hips. She lets out a low grumble sound and moves her head back, her long, soft braid falling over her shoulder.
“What was that thing you said before?” You ask over her pretty little moans. She’s flushing crimson at this point.
“You’re asking n…now mm~” She lets out. You moan too, fuck it felt amazing, you could feel the combined heat and wetness, you could hear the sweet sounds, it wouldn’t be long now.
“Mmm fucking say I-it….” You moan, gripping onto one of her biceps.
“L…love you” She whimpers. You move faster.
“I…fuck I love you.” She breathes. Faster. “I….fucking….love….you” She manages as every inch of her fades away and you are left with just the feeling of your sweat and cum soaked bodies. You grab the key from beside you and unlock the cuffs, smiling at her.
“Well you could have just said that, I love you too.” You mock. She rolls her eyes, pinning you down below her.
“You are fucking trouble.” She says, kissing you passionately.
𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐸𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒.
No outbreak
(Mini fic- a lot shorter than my usuals, longer one coming next, see announcement for more info)
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It had been a long day for Ellie at work. She worked in administration in a hospital who made her do just about everything for just about nothing. This is what she got for trying to make a difference she guessed. One file at a time. Ellie wasn’t the kind to be silent about it either. “How was work?” “fine.” No. If it sucked, you’d hear about it.
The key clicked and the front door opened. It was around 10pm. You had just been chilling on the couch, watching one of those shows with way too many episodes to be healthy and letting time tick by. A chorus of irritated huffs and sighs escaped your girlfriends lips before you could even greet her.
“Ellie! You’re home, hey baby.” You say excitedly. She sighs.
“Hey babe.” She groans, giving you a quick and resilient hug. You let out a sigh. You were craving her. Bad. But when she was in one of these moods the last thing she wanted to do was use any more energy on talking or…well especially what you had been thinking about all these hours that you were alone here.
“I can heat you up some leftovers if you’re hungry?”
“No. Thanks though, I’m just gonna take a shower and then play some games before bed.”
“Okay. Oh um, want…me to join you?” You question, and she laughs lightly, planting a soft kiss on your lips.
“I won’t be long.”
It was easier to pretend you had been joking, which Ellie at least thought you were, even if every part of you ached to have your body soften under the heat of the shower while she eats you out and the condensation makes you feel faint and- whatever. It was a joke, you repeated to yourself.
You scooped yourself a small bowl of ice cream and had been picking at it with a teaspoon for a while, starring back at the screen. After around 15 minutes, Ellie headed up to your bedroom.
“I’ll wear headphones so the game won’t disturb you.” Ellie announces. You nod.
“Oh- how…was your day?” Ellie asked, feeling a little bad when she realised she had barely spoken to you. You gave her a comfortingly smile.
“It was fine. Go, play your game.”
“Okay baby, I love you.”
“Love you too.”
But the more time passed the more frustrated you felt that you couldn’t get off. Before she got there you had tried touching yourself, even using a toy, but each time you got close the sensation fucked off again and you were left feeling how you felt now. Annoyed and lonely.
So you decided to go up there to your room. You always left Ellie by herself when she gamed, it was like an unspoken rule, you had your movies and she had her games and afterwards you’d cuddle and all would be right in the world. You weren’t even sure how she’d react to you trying to distract her, but any attention was better than nothing.
You knocked on the door.
“UGH FUCK. Died again.” You heard Ellie groan through the door. You can’t help but laugh at this, and you open the door, laying back on your bed.
For a while you just watch her. Watch her get more and more frustrated. You walk over, kneeling in front of her and putting a hand on her thigh. She sighs.
“-ugh I- I need to win just, I’ll just be a second.” You shrug, walking back to your bed with a teasing smile as you remove your pyjama pants, putting your hand in your already drenched panties.
“You look so good over there.” You say, and Ellie still has her headphones in, not really hearing you. That is until you start circling your clit faster, letting out an almost pornographic moan, your eyes rolling back where they were previously on your otherwise engaged girlfriend.
Ellie’s eyes widen and you hear a loud thud from her headphones being dropped.
“Jesus…look at you making up a fuckin mess for me playing video games. Did I not give my girl enough attention?” She coo’d. You don’t say anything, still wanting to keep what little power you had over her. You keep going, a little slower now that her gaze was right on you.
“Couldn’t fucking wait 20 minutes could you, pretty girl? You just had to fucking touch yourself.” You let out a gasp of pleasure.
“You’re not cumming until I finish my game. Come here.” She orders, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to her gaming chair.
“Kneel.” You do as she says, your cheeks heating up at her words.
“Fucking suck on it.” She commands in a way she knows you love. It had taken Ellie a long time to become comfortable with talking to you like this. It took about a hundred “are you sure’s?” And “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that’s” in the past to get where you two were now, but now she’s fucking obsessed with the way she can treat you like nothing when you know you’re everything to her. The way she can call you her ‘fucking slut’ and then call you “babe” and the “love of her life” after.
You obeyed her without protest, unzipping her jeans and pulling them down to her waist. Then, you start sucking on her clit, moving your tongue in circular motions as well. She lets our a few deep breaths and short sighs at this as she powers her game back up.
“I come home from work and my girls all worked up? Wet for me and fingering herself in our fucking bed? You’re such a good fucking slut for- fuck….me.” She added. You hum into her clit, feeling, hearing and tasting her get increasingly more wet at your actions.
“YES! I almost got I-it…” Ellie moaned as she achieved something in her game. You go faster, adding fingers through her folds as your tongue works at her clit.
“Ah…f- not so fast baby…oh fuck.” You don’t listen, though. Perhaps your first mistake of the night. Then Ellie reaches her arms up in celebration.
“Fuck, finally.” She says, but her victory is soon forgotten when your orgasm swirls through her.
“F…fuck, fuck…” Ellie practically whimpered, putting her remote down and picking you up, putting you’re harshly on the bed.
“You did good babe. Now stay fucking still, I wanna see what my absence did to you.” She exclaims, putting her fingers into you.
“Fuck, they’re practically drowning in this pussy. You ovulating or something?” You gasp out at the feeling of her long, skinny, perfect fucking fingers.
“I don’t know.” You admit. She nods.
“Course you don’t. You get this horny for me no matter what, don’t you?”
“Mhm.” You say as her two middle fingers make their way up to your clit. The pressure is so fucking perfect that you’re close already. God damn those fucking lesbian hands. Your favourite god damn necklace too.
She increases her pace and your eyes roll back. She smirks cockily.
“Close already? I just started.” You sigh, not having the words to retaliate. She keeps going and a chorus of whimpers and whines escape your lips. You grab onto her arm, sinking your nails into the tattood skin as you cum hard on her fingers. She kisses your neck lightly.
“So beautiful.” She says in your ear.
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I've just been rlly busy w exams and ofc mental health cause why limit urself to just physical issues am I right?
Anyways where are my TLOU and/or Abby Anderson stans? Do ya'll want more Abby? Joel? Something different? I'm all ears.
You two aren’t dating but she thinks you’re hers.
Note: The fics pretty long so I'll have the smut in bold as per usual. I also take requests. Enjoyy
Warnings: Fingering & fisting, dominant Abby, cunnilingus, thigh riding, rough, restraints, scissoring, possessive Abby, hickeys
You’ve been best friends with Abby as long as you can remember. Her dad loves you, you go on all assignments together and she trusts you more than anyone.
As you’ve grown older, in turn you have also gotten considerably prettier, stronger, and others have definitely noticed. Men and women alike have been flirting with you during and after assignments. Most attempts at courting you were unsuccessful though. Ever heard the term ‘if a look could kill?’ Well if anyone sent so much as a smile in your direction, she would return their affections with a look so intense they might as well be dead.
It had been a few days since you had been assigned somewhere with Abby. You knew she loved doing the more strenuous stuff with Manny, so you had been partnered with a nice man named Ryan for most of your recent missions. He had been helping you adjust to long shipment assignments and high risk activities such as defending areas rich in supplies, but a lot of the time Ryans patrol were assigned to what WLFS call “ghost missions,” (scanning large perimeters of land for trespassers, even when 9 days out of 10, the only people trespassing were infected stragglers.)
The two of you were closer than the other’s in his patrol group, likely because most patrols were so fucking boring and you two needed a way to pass the time. It was becoming clear he had certain affection growing towards you, and after being so…distracted by Abby all these years, you decided the attention was nice.
You made your way to the dining hall for breakfast. You never ate anything that early in the morning as a result of your night-person-only demeanour, however you enjoyed sitting at the table with a hot cup of coffee and listening to the white noise of people eating and chatting before going out into the cruelty of Seattle. The dining hall felt like a sort of safe haven for you in the mornings, a time when there weren’t so many people as to make you feel overwhelmed but just enough to convince you that you weren’t entirely alone.
You were surprised to see Abby and Manny getting trays of food and chatting in the line. Your face involuntary flushed when they approached. It wasn’t noticeable, but you felt the heat under your skin.
“Manny!” You exclaim, happily. You two had always been platonic soulmates. His irritating puns and smooth way of talking was refreshing in a place with so many serious people. You supposed that’s why you liked Abby too. Aside, of course, from her arms that could, and you would happily let, crush you with ease.
“Hey Abs.” You say, more quietly and with less excitement. She smiles widely at you.
“It’s good to see you again, it feels like I haven’t seen you in ages!” She remarks, sitting across from you. Manny sits next to her.
“So what’s new?” Manny asks, and before you can answer Abby looks at your empty tray with mild concern.
“You’re not eating?” She asks. You’re taken by surprise a little and take a beat before answering.
“Just coffee.” You reply, still feeling more nervous than you should.
“You should eat before assignments.” She instructs.
“I’ll be fine.”
You notice a reaction of either disgust, irritation, or both appear on Abby’s face and you turn around to see what it could be. You smile when you notice Ryan approaching.
“Ryan! Good morning!” You say. Abby rolls her eyes.
“A lot of excitement for 9 in the morning.” She mumbles to Manny.
“Hey!” He speaks with excitement, pulling out the bench slightly and sitting beside you. Abby practically groans.
“Oh, I’m sorry, was someone sitting there?” He asks politely. Abby grunts.
“Well…no, but-“
“No one’s sitting there.” You reassure him, looking deeply into his eyes as he gets comfortable in his chair.
“I got you some of those packaged cornflakes you love to snack on. I knew you wouldn’t be hungry enough for breakfast but the sugar should you give you enough energy for the day.” He explains, passing you a packet.
“What a gentlemen.” Manny claims with amusement. Abby’s face now depicted an expression that the word “annoyed” wouldn’t even justify.
“She doesn’t eat breakfast.” Abby speaks, almost like a warning. You just smile softly at her, then back at him.
“No, no it’s very sweet, I’ll have some.” You say, peeling off the packaging and taking a small handful of some.
“You’ll need the energy, we’ve got another one of those long cargo shipments ahead of us. It’ll finally just be us today.” He says, pushing a spoonful of some sort of porridge into his mouth from the bowl in front of him.
“Isaac’s trusting us to be alone together?” You ask with delight. He nods his head and Abby gives another appalled look.
“Why wouldn’t you be? Can you two not focus together or what?”
You look at her, confused at where this attitude is coming from.
“Aha…no, it’s just we usually go in a four person patrol, I guess he trusts us more now.”
“Or he just doesn’t want to waste too many men for such long periods of time-“ Ryan tries to say before getting interrupted.
“Actually-“ Abby begins abruptly in a way that seemed to startle even herself. Everyone turns to look at her and she doesn’t let this intimidate her, too deep in it now to stop talking.
“I came to tell you that you’re with me today. Manny’s swapping with Ryan.”
“I’m sorry, what??” Manny starts. Abby gives Manny a pleading look. He sighs.
“It’s true.” He agrees through gritted teeth.
“Oh…” Ryan murmured. You put a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s no problem, Manny’s a great ally to have for shit like this.” You offer, now rubbing his arm gently. He nods.
“I was hoping to spend more time with you.”
“Well we don’t need patrol for that.” You say, somewhat flirtatiously. His whole attitude seems to shift and if auras were visible, his would be golden right now.
“Then, do you want to hang out when you’re back?” Once again, your chance to respond is taken from you.
“That’ll be impossible, it will probably be night time by the time we’re back.” Abby explains. His smirk widens, still making eye contact with you.
“Even better.”
This is Abby’s final straw and she gets up and grabs your wrist which appears to vanish completely under Abby’s large fist.
“She’ll think about it.” She says, guiding you away. You look at her, not annoyed, just confused.
“Abigail…” You start, softly. She doesn’t say anything, she seems too angry with life to process words right now.
“I mean no offence by this question, but Abs, are you okay?” She doesn’t respond for a while, still guiding you to the wagons. She sighs before answering.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” She asks, as if the question were aimed towards herself, rather than you.
You shrug. “Must have been my imagination.” She doesn’t say anything and just lifts you up onto the wagon. There are two other men there and Abby tells them you’re ready, the wagon leaving swiftly at her command.
“So what was with the swap?” You ask. She seem’s happier now, or at least less tense. She lets out a deep breath.
“I missed you.” She replies, nonchalantly. You feel your heart do things that can’t be healthy inside your chest at these words. You nod, trying to keep your composure.
“Cool.” You say, finally allowing yourself the courage to look her into her eyes again.
When you reach a block in the road, you both get out decide to look for alternate ways across. There’s some debris blocking the road that appears almost impossible to clear from this side. You also notice that there are some buildings you could potentially cut through. You walk up to one and a runner runs out at you. You desperately pull it away from your neck, stabbing it with your pocket knife.
Abby runs in at the commotion and see’s the dead runner on the floor.
“Are you bit?” She breathes out, her face consumed with panic. You laugh.
“No.” You say, giving her a comforting smile. “Of course not.”
“Let’s keep mo-“ you start. Abby pulls you in without the faintest of warnings, hugging you tightly.
While blushing ferociously at the feel of her large body against yours, the refinement of the muscles on her arms, the feeling of her chest against yours, you manage a strained.
“I’m alright.”
She doesn’t let you go at this. Instead, she snakes her arms around your body, moving her arms down to your hips. You feel the lower part of your body quiver and you quickly press your legs together, some part of you believing she could know the things you thought about her somehow.
“What are-“ She moves her hands to your ass, then hips, then she runs them back up again.
“I missed you.” She breathed out. You break away from the hug and look at her directly in the eyes.
You search desperately for any indication of deception. This has to be some kind of prank. If Abby liked you back you would know, wouldn’t you?
The thought occurs to you that she didn’t know you liked her, so why couldn’t the same thing apply?
No. There was no way. Abby was straight, probably…
“Abby?” You question. She eyes you slowly.
“Mm…” She hums, clearly in her own world.
“Why…” You pause, and it feels like that girl has taken every breath from your body body before you can take it.
“Why did…you want me to come with you today?” You feel the heat of the air from both your mouths. You’re so fucking close to each other, it would take almost nothing to- no. Focus, you keep telling yourself.
“You’re a good shot, good company too, I missed it.” She declares, matter-of-factly. You nod and she puts a large hand on your face.
“Or maybe I didn’t want you doing assignments with that boy toy.” You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way her hand is making you feel.
“And how is Ryan a boy toy?” You ask, stammering a little.
“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She demands, and her tone startles you. Her eyes soften when she notices your reaction.
“He clearly wants to sleep with you, I’m just looking out for you cause I mean, men like that they only want one thing, you know?” She asks softly. You give her a provocative look.
“What if I only want one thing from him too?” You watch as Abby’s eyebrows furrow and that same look of disgust splashes over her.
“You CAN’T be serious.” She spits, removing her hand and stepping away from you.
“What’s wrong with that? It’s not like anyone else wants me-“
“I-“ Abby practically yells, her words trailing off.
“He’s not good for you. He wouldn’t know…how to treat you.” You sigh.
“Well, I need to sleep with someone.” You admit “Why does it bother you?”
“Because, you belong to me.” She says quietly, looking down at the ground. You’re stunned at her words.
“What? I…don’t belong to anyone-“
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✨Smut✨
“Can I kiss you?” She asks, the question sounding more like an order.
You don’t allow yourself to consider anything else before grabbing her face and mashing you lips against hers.
Still stunned by the situation, you feel her lips part obediently against yours and you gain the chance to suck on her tongue, tasting the inside of her mouth as the kisses became deeper, more intense.
Your head is racing, but you ignore the scrambled thoughts, letting yourself moan slightly into the kiss, feeling her hands tracing your shirt.
“Please.” She says quietly. You don’t know what’s happening, she’s never treated you like this, never wanted you. You’ve heard her say please maybe once- actually, you’re not sure you’ve heard her say that at all, but now here she was, practically begging to see more of you.
It’s Abby fucking Anderson after all, so despite logic dictating that the reasonable decision would be to talk things out and see if her feelings are genuine, you comply without even taking a breath, practically tearing your shirt off for her.
She practically stares at your chest, mesmerised by the way they sit perfectly in your well fitted bra, deep blue and black lace. Once she manages to close her jaw, she gapes, “you wear this on all your patrols?” You shake your head.
“All my others were in the wash…” you stammer. She says nothing, grabbing you forcefully and putting her lips on your neck.
You moan involuntarily, knowing your neck is your sweet spot and now, she knows it too. Instead of just kissing it now, she sucks harshly at your skin like you’re a goddamn lollipop, running her tongue over different areas as she went.
“Take yours off too.” You say, feeling heat grow between your legs at even her simplest of actions. Her smirk makes you go feral.
“Already desperate for me, hm?” She asks. The back of your neck is hot and you feel your stomach doing summersaults.
Deciding actions speak louder than words, you lift her shirt off her shoulders and you could melt right fucking there. In all her glory, a perfect chest covered by a pale coloured bra. A stunning set of Abs with a light shine of sweat from the travel and heat and you can see her arms fully now, and they were just as you had imagined, if not better.
“Fuck, Abs, you’re so-“ You whimper when she bites down unexpectedly at your neck before moving her mouth away. Then, she kisses your stomach, all the while moving her fingers down into your underwear.
“Take this shit off.” She instructs, motioning at your jeans by pulling aggressively at the fabric. You sigh at how obedient you’ve become, kicking your shoes off, then lowering your pants to the floor.
“Good girl.” Abby grinned, putting her whole hand in your underwear with no warning.
“Mm…” A high pitched moan escapes your lips in anticipation, it’s quiet, but in the small room Abby could hear the sweet chorus of your moans in her ear, making her speed up her pace.
She found your clit immediately, using two of her wide fingers to draw painfully slow circles across where you were most sensitive.
“A…Abby” You shut your eyes tight as she feels you, fucking with all of your senses for sport.
‘Look at me when I’m fucking you.” She demands, using her left hand to cover your throat. She doesn’t squeeze though, she doesn’t want to hurt you, at least not yet.
“Stop….teasing me.” You plead as she continues having her way with your cunt, fingers already drenched as a result of her torture. She smirks.
“You shouldn’t have let that slut sit with us.” She says, stopping what she’s doing and putting them inside you this time, moving her thumb quickly over your clit in their absence. She start’s fucking your inner walls as rough as she wants to, not giving a fuck how overwhelming it feels. You lean your head back, gripping at her biceps and clawing them slightly with your nails. She gasps at the feeling of this, and you can tell she’s getting off on it.
“That’s what this ’s about? Mmm….” You moan, still looking into her eyes as best you can. “You’re jealous?”
“Shut the fuck up.” She says, removing her fingers from your neck and putting them in your mouth instead.
“Put that pretty mouth to use and be grateful for the pleasure I give you.” You suck gratefully at her fingers and instead of the slow pace she was doing before, she goes so fast you feel your stomach start to swirl immediately. “MMM” You moan through her fingers. She doesn’t stop, not even when you claw at her arms so hard they make imprints in her skin. You can’t fight the need to close your eyes this time, and suddenly, right before orgasm, you feel nothing. Her long, wide fingers go out of you and your pussy pulses, as if to complain in morse code. She removes her hands from your mouth.
“Why?” You gasp. She kisses you deeply again, throwing you against a wall and protecting your head with her hand.
“I told you, look at me when I’m fucking you, or I stop.” She warns, putting her hand into your underwear again.
You cry out as she does so, you were already so sensitive. She smiles innocently at you.
“Aw, too much baby?” She asks, still refusing to switch up her speed, moving fast and hard in and out of your cunt. The slick from inside you leaks off her fingers, painting the inside of your thighs. She keeps going. And going. Until you are clutching onto her and throbbing as you release on her hand.
You let out a satisfied sigh, but Abby is far from reaching that point herself and looks around the room, spotting an empty couch.
She picks you up effortlessly, your legs clinging onto her. She throws you onto the couch, moving on top of you and ensuring you have no where to go. Once in a good position, she’s moving her knee dangerously close to your cunt.
“It’s too soon…” you breathe out, moving your legs together to protect your dripping pussy. She ignores you, circling your clit and entire pussy with her concealed knee. The tough material of her green cargo jeans manipulating yet another painful orgasm from her is a feeling second to none, and she already has you moaning her name.
“A…Abby…” you cry. She moves faster.
You let out a shaky gasp. “…bby” she moves wider.
“A-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before bucking your hips into her knee and another orgasm floods your body.
“You’re so wet for me baby.” She hums, taking off her belt and pants.
“Put your arms up.” She commands,her expression neutral and portraying that same look she always gets when she has something she needs to get done. You just look at her, admiring her body. Her eyes darken at your behaviour and she grabs your arms, tying her belt over them with one hand, tightening your hands together.
“Don’t want to listen to me, huh? I’ll show you what happens when you don’t behave. While gaping over the fact you can no longer move your hands, Abby pushes her head in between your cunt and you practically scream as she tastes you, flattening her tongue on your clit and moving her head around and around to explore every bit off your pussy like it’s the most important thing she’ll ever do.
She moans out as she does it and your pussy throbs in her mouth at this. You can tell this has swiftly became Abby’s new favourite activity, and you wouldn’t be surprised if this becase a regular hang out routine.
Your confined hands make it harder for you, as you can’t grab on to Abby’s hair or even the leather couch. She continues moaning and sucking sloppily, her hands on either thigh.
“I’m, I’m gonna-“ You start, and Abby takes this as an indication to give you everything she has, putting three fingers into your tight hole all while not coming up for air.
Abby slows down the movements with her tongue, still giving you enough to feel fucking heavenly, but not enough to make you cum just yet.
With every bit of care, Abby slowly puts a fourth finger in and tears dwell in your eyes.
“F….fuck….mmmhm” You cry. She moves her head away so she’ll be audible.
“Think you can take my whole hand baby?” Feral was an understatement of understatements. This question made you feel so fucking insane you probably wouldn’t even remember your own name if you were asked it right now. You look at her hand, her wide fingers, her massive fist you had seen use to bash people’s skulls into the floor, her whole fist would probably cause some sort of damage to you, surely…
“Yea..” you whisper. She smiles widely.
“That’s my good girl.” She says before returning to her previous position, licking your glistening slit as she eased her hand inside you.
“Mmm fu- mmmm Ab- oh m- fuck” The feeling of her tongue was electrifying. To think Abby could have liked you before, to think you guys could have been doing this ages ago, fuck there was nothing like it in the world. You always dreamed of this, always wondered what it would be like if she used those hands for more than just violence or working out, and now you got your answer. Now you truely knew how fucking good she was.
That sensation she had made you experienced several times in the last hour or less was returning and as she continued doing tricks with her tongue and hand, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on.
“Abigail….” You moan. She moves her fist in and out slightly faster.
“I’m gonna fucking….Abby~~” You gasp, releasing hard as your body cried out for a break. It takes a while to take back your breath as Abby eases out of you, admiring her now coated hand.
“Was that good, baby?” You don’t reply, blushing ferociously at the site of her hand and fingers.
“Come on,” she says, untying your hands. “You’ve got one more in you my gorgeous girl.” She chants, and now that you can actually see again, you have the opportunity to see her entire body. She’s wearing boxers that look so fucking good on her you want to tear them off with your teeth.
She notices your staring and smiles.
“Like what you see baby?” You nod excitedly.
“God, yes.” You exclaim. She has that cocky fucking smirk on her face again. She knows she good.
“You’re hands are free now, you can touch.” She explains, her voice low. Before you even have a chance to touch her, though, she grabs your arm and does it for you, placing your hand there and allowing you to feel the shape of her cunt through the smooth material.
And fuck. She’s wet. You don’t why you thought she wouldn’t be. Maybe you had assumed she was above that, or maybe you were still in denial she had any kind of feelings for you at all, even if she only wanted sex or whatever the fuck it is Abby wants.
You start feeling her up through the fabric and she tilts her head.
“You first.” You let out an annoyed breath and she laughs at how adorable she finds you.
“You’ve already made me…well…a lot.” You say, your face a deep red.
“Why can’t I let you feel good?” You ask. She picks you up and places you on her thigh, leaning herself back against the sofa.
“Pleasuring you does make me feel good baby. So I’m gonna do anything and everything I want to you unless I hear any objections.” Still blushing, you nod.
“You won’t get any from me.” You declare quietly.
“I’m gonna teach you better than to question me.” She insists, grabbing your hips and moving your clit over her bare thigh. You can’t help but smile as pleasure surrounds you again.
“Fuck Abs…” She keeps guiding your hips, breathing heavy herself at the sight of you.
“Look at you, my pretty girl fucking herself on my leg. I wonder, does it turn you on?” Your still throbbing cunt feels amazing against her quads and you can’t help but wrap your arms around her neck and pull yourself in closer.
“Yes.” You admit in her ear. She kisses you hungrily while increasing the pace.
“Yes, what?”
“A…abby.” You say, and her eyes roll back, her head hitting the wall at how turned on she is. You could cum at the sight of it.
“Will you please let me make you cum?” You ask, just wanting her to feel even a fraction of what she’s made you feel. She takes one hand off your hip and puts it on your neck, her hand fitting almost completely around it.
“Look at you.” She whispers, enticingly. “SO fucking desperate. The way I love.” Abby coos. You roll your eyes.
“Will you at least take your bra off?” She shoves you down onto the couch, pinning your hands down with her over you.
“Do you want to see what happens when you keep making demands before I’m done with you?” She asks.
Still gasping for air from the shock of the situation, you don’t answer, instead you just shake you head. You want her too fucking bad, you can’t wait to be fucked any longer, even if painful and slowly drawn out orgasms with her hands and mouth were arguably as good right about now.
“Don’t make me tie your hands again.” She warns, retuning you to the position before and watching you get off on her thigh. You remain like this for some time, just slowly feeling yourself on her bare thighs.
“Tell me how good it feels baby.”
“S’ good Abs.” You say, and she increases the pace.
“Tell me what you think of Ryan.”
“What? N-now?” You breathe out, already closer to the edge than you should be right now. Before she can make another one of her remarks, you stop her.
“Alright, alright, I- I don’t know, he’s okay-“
“Do you think he’s hot?” She asks, sucking on your neck as she guides your hips. You moan loudly when she does this, fuck you love when she kisses your neck. You would let your entire neck be riddled with hickeys for her, you wouldn’t even care who saw.
“I asked you a question.” “No. No I don’t think he’s hot.”
“So you were gonna use him for sex, then? No attraction?” Abby asks. Fuck you’re so close.
“I….yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Abby, I…was gonna use him for sex.”
“Why?”
“Abby I’m gonna c-“
“WHY?” She yells. Fuck you’re cumming.
“C-cause I n- ugh~” She hugs you tightly, still not removing you from her thigh. You breathe out desperately.
“I needed a distraction from you.” You blurt out, teary eyed from all the sex. She actually looks surprised at this.
“Wait, what? From me?”
“I’ve liked you for….mmm…a while.” You say. She kisses you deeply for a long time, several minutes of just entangling your mouths in each others throats, if that were even possible.
“I…wanted you so bad that I- I thought he would distract me, make it hurt less that you didn’t want m-“ “You shut the fuck up. I’ve never not wanted you. You’re fucking mine.”
“What? But you never said anything.” You exclaim. She shakes her head dismissively.
“Yeah well I’m a fucking idiot. Let’s see if there’s a bed in this place, I wanna fuck you properly.”
You look down at the infected on the floor not too far from you.
“Ah yes, the bed belonging to that dead guy over there, romantic.” She can’t help but laugh at this and you both walk through the building, (you practically limping you’re that sensitive). There’s a bedroom. The bed doesn’t look exactly comfortable, but it’s better than a couch or floor.
In saying that though, you would let Abby take you anywhere on any surface at any time if you were truly being honest with yourself.
She places you carefully on the bed.
“It’s not that bad?” She asks, and you both smile. She takes her bra off and you try your best to keep your composure but in your mind you’re smiling like a little girl.
“Go on then.” She says, and she doesn’t need to tell you twice. You pin her down, (something she definitely let you do rather than something you did yourself) and start kissing her tits, sucking only for a few seconds on each of her hard nipples. The actual flesh there is soft and you let your hand explore her exposed chest too.
She just watches, amused. Your hand reaches into her boxes and she opens her mouth to stop you, but bites her tongue. She’s not used to anything less than rough, quick sex, all of which she was usually the dominant one, but then again, she’s never been with anyone she cared about until now. She lets out a surprised and satisfied gasp when you find her weakest spot quite easily and rub circles over the area with two fingers at a swift pace.
“Mmm.” She speaks, happily. You position your head in between her legs, still moving your fingers and letting consequent moans and gasps leave her pretty lips. You kiss her inner thigh, licking the muscular skin and eventually sucking it too, leaving dark purple marks there. You go to suck her off through the fabric but she puts a hand on your chin and pulls you back up to eye height.
“I don’t think so. My turn.” You don’t fight her on this and she pulls her underwear down, tossing it on the floor. Then, she takes off any of your remaining clothes and licks down your entire body. She spits on your pussy, as if it weren’t wet enough, and positions herself cautiously.
She moves her leg up over your shoulder and pulls you into her and fuck. She fits in you like a fucking glove. You both gasp at the contact. Your arms are up straight to support yourself and your head tilts back, both moaning in unison.
“Mmm….fuck, baby”
“A…Abby.” You both moan. You move faster and somehow you both manage to keep a perfect rhythm, feeling heat and various other things between you.
“Tell me I’m…fucking yours.” Abby orders between moans.
“I’m yours Abby.” “You belong- ah~”
“I belong to Abby…Anderson.” You breathe out. She leans her head back.
“Fuck baby keep doing that and I’ll come.”
“There’s no-one else but you Abby.”
“Mmmph~” She replies, shutting her eyes. You can tell she’s so close.
“No one….can fuck me like y- ah~~”
“Fuck I’m c- mmm.” She let’s out, and you both feel each other’s orgasms in addition to your own.
You don’t stop right away though, you ride it out until there’s nothing left and the sheet’s below you are drenched.
When you finally regain consciousness or, at least a grip on reality, you look up at Abby who’s stroking your hair with her middle fingers.
“That was probably my most eventful patrol yet.” You say. She kisses you deeply.
“Sorry I was so rough on you.”
“Yeah, where did that even come from? I mean…do you fuck all your friends when you don’t like someone they talk to?” You tease. She huffs.
“Call me your friend again and I’ll fuck you into next week.”
You grin.
“Deal.”
I don't reblog a lot but that served. And it was punctuated, we're saved 🙏🙏🙏
So good oml
I don’t care that you’re a stoner
Ceo!abby
Dr. A.A
CW: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, mean!abby, sub!reader, light bondage (belt), tribbing brrr, talks of strap usage, tribbing breeding kink brrr, degradation, fingering, cum play
A/N: this is technically a drabble but I gave it a title bc that’s what Chappell deserves
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Why Dr. Anderson decided to come to you, your pathetic excuse of an ‘office’ instead of your usual frequent visits to hers, was beyond you. Following her around like a dog to her every beck and call. Having to call her doctor since she insisted on getting her doctorate in finance…fucking prick.
Even your credentials, your place in the hierarchy of the company didn’t exclude you from being her little bitch. She seldom gave you the decency of just looking at you when you did her dirty work. Filing her papers, calling her clients, getting her coffee, black of course, like she would drink anything with an ounce of happiness.
She never thanked you. She made it clear where you stood to her, below her. A bleeding, breathing, able-minded body. It could be you, or the next, as long as it was done correctly.
So nice of her as she glares at you from the door of your office that was always open. “What are your plans for tonight?” She says driving her veiny wrists into her slack pockets, her normal intimidating eyes driving into your soul.
“I should be done that paperwork by six, is there something else I need to get to you?”
“After that,” she remarks sternly, as if you should’ve know that, as if that was something she’d ever asked before.
“Uhh go home?” You answer dumbly, utterly confused by her insistence on your personal endeavors.
“Come out with us tonight. We go to max’s down the road,” it was a question with no opportunity for refusal. You didn’t say no to Dr.Anderson.
“Oh I don’t-“ you shake your head before she cuts you off.
“I know I can smell you. Seven. Tonight.”
Sprawled out, aggressively stripped of your outing dress, on her luxurious thousand thread cotton sheets. Dr. Anderson’s Louis Vuitton belt tied around your wrist, her attempt to regain dominance.
Even as she’s panting, muffled curses coming out as pleas as she grinds her soaking cunt against your own. Her clit is so swollen now, after completely abusing your hole. Her pent up arousal seeping into the sticky mess she created with her relentless thrusts earlier.
“Couldn’t fucking stop thinking ‘bout this,” she pants out, rutting into you like a dog in heat, her sticky white cum ruining her precious expensive sheets.
You can’t seem to find words to remark her pathetic admission, so completely fucked out from your previous orgasm.
Kneading your breast in her hand she brings her teeth to your neck, biting down on the thin flesh, sure to leave marks for everyone to see. But that wasn’t enough for her.
“Gonna cum in this needy pussy, let everyone know how much of a whore you are.”
A guttural moan leaves your throat, the thought of her marking you, claiming you as hers.
“Hmm the little slut likes that? Getting used as my fucking cumdump?”
The only thing you can seem to mutter out is a sad ‘mhmm’ as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
A ‘fucking slut’ is heard in the background as you feel her reposition herself, turning herself sideways inbetween your legs, throwing your leg over her shoulder. She reconnects your swollen clits, with the addition of sliding two of her thick fingers back into you. Slipping in with ease, coating her fingers with the mix of pearl slick.
“FUCK,” you come back to your senses at the new sensation, needing to hold onto anything but your hands are still bound by her belt.
“Still so fucking tight, need to stretch her out so it’ll only feel good when I do it.” Her pace beginning to quicken, her hips bucking into your thigh. Her teeth biting into the flesh of your thigh, holding back whimpers of your name.
“B-better take all my cum. Every last drop slut,” she begins losing herself, her thrusts only getting sloppier. Gripping into the flesh of your thighs to stabilize herself, trying to get you off again before herself.
“I-I promise doctor.”
Was what set her off, dropping her head back as her mouth gapes. “fuckfuckholyfuck,” her legs begin to shake, hot white cream dripping out of her pulsing hole, dripping down your clit and finding its home in your own twitching abandoned hole.
Huffing out as she regains her stability, realizing she’s losing time, her cum dripping down to her sheets and spreading. Not where she needed it.
She takes her fingers back to your cunt, scooping up what’s left, pushing it deep inside of you and keeping them as far as she can get.
“This is what you wanted huh? Nasty fucking mess stuffed with my cum,” she says with a grin of the devil herself. So pleased seeing you so dumb for her, another level of submission she could coax you into.
You give a pathetic nod, feeling her cum painting your walls as she’s deep in your cervix. She begins giving tantalizing licks to your clit as she watches your chest rise and fall.
“Abby please-“
Before you could finish you feel a rough grab on your belt adorned wrists, pulling you up to face her.
“Get the rest you missed.” She says pulling you down into the sheets, your mouth opening instinctively. Licking the cum soaked cotton sheets as she watches you from below her.
Once she’s satisfied she grips your jaw in her hand, guiding your gaze to her soaking cunt, still dripping with the mix of both of your orgasms-
“Every. Last. Drop.”
𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 ;)
Warnings: 𝕊𝕦𝕓 𝔸𝕓𝕓𝕪, 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 (𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘) 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕤 (𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘), 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕔, 18+ only (or whtv age of consent is)
With all these new recruits, you had had to sacrifice the peace and privacy of having your own dorm. Now, you shared with one of your friends, Mia, but she was a clean freak and always drilled you for leaving clothes on the floor. Not only that, but she slept early so you could never have the light on or friends over. She always took your clothes but never let you borrow hers and worst of all she was just fucking there. You needed time alone, at least on occasion.
You wanted to just share Abby’s apartment, but Isaac didn’t allow it. You hadn’t had sex or any form of action with her in almost a week and it was driving you both mad. You were feeling hot and Mia wouldn’t stop rolling around, so you decide to go out to the kitchen to get a drink.
You open the fridge, scanning the contents with your eyes and grabbing a jug of water. You jump and almost drop it when you close the fridge door and reveal an eager looking Abby Anderson, starring back at you with her pretty blue eyes.
“Did I scare you?” Abby hums, taking in your figure. You were wearing short, pyjama shorts and a white tank top which was admittedly a little small for you and consequently revealed a little more than what most people needed to see.
“I didn’t know anyone was up, that’s all…I came to grab a drink.” “Mmm…” Abby hums, walking towards you until you’re leaning back against the bench.
“Abby, I am not going to take you right here…do you know how many people there are? The chances of someone coming out here is…”
“I’m so fucking wet.” Abby blurts out, looking away sort of embarrassed. “I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you… feels like I can’t breathe.” You flip her around so that she’s the one against the bench now and you place one of your hands down her long pyjama pants.
You eyes widen and your smile matches it.
“No underwear, Abby?” You question, still smirking. She flushes.
“I…it’s comfier…”
“Ah I see, so it wasn’t because you wanted to give your girl easy access? Fuck…you’re so wet.” You murmur erotically. Abbys thoughts scramble and she looks so fucking adorable. So embarrassed and needy, you were reconsidering what you had said to her before, taking her right here didn’t seem so bad.
“Abby?” You ask, more like an enchantment as you start teasing her clit with your middle fingers. She puts a hand to her mouth to stop the sounds and lets out a high pitched sound. You tilt your head, fucking encapsulated by her.
“Did you miss me?” Abby’s eyes roll back, she’s still covering her mouth. You increase the pace.
“Fucking answer me.”
“Y…es…fuck why did these…people have to…mmm” Abby babbles. You start sucking on her neck, enjoying the feeling of the slick painting your fingertips. You lower your hand down and start moving only the tip of your fingers in…and out.
“Mmph…” Abby whimpers, you smile knowingly at her.
“If I go any faster, Abigail, we’ll wake up everyone on the floor.”
“Pl…please I…I can be quiet for you I promise.”
“Oh but how can I know that, pretty girl?” You ask, maintaining your painfully slow pace. Abby cries out again.
“please.” You exhale sharply before putting the rest of your fingers in.
“I did that because I wanted to, not because you fucking asked for it, yeah?” She nods, her eyes going crazy.
“Mhm..” She replies, still muffling her moans with her hand.
It’s not long before your manipulation causes her to cling on to your arm harshly and she’s bucking her hips into your fingers.
“W…wait.” She sighs. You stop what you’re doing and it looks as if the act of stopping causes her physical pain she wants it that bad.
“Baby if you wanted to try edging you should have said that a long time ago cause…” You look at your glistening hand. She blushes.
“It’s not that, can…mmm…will you use your tongue? I don’t want to finish so soon.”
“Abby we’re in a public space…”
“I’ll do anything.” Your smile widens, your eyes darkening at her words.
“You better stay true to that deal if you know what’s good for you.
She nods and you lower her pants to her ankles, spreading her thighs with your hands. You kiss both thighs before licking a long stripe up Abby’s dripping cunt, eager and almost sloppy. You move your nose up to her clit, circling your head around and getting loud moans in response. Not taking a breath, you dig your nails into her thigh to warn her to be quiet, and you hear the moans soften to desperate sighs and whimpers.
“Oh fuck….fuck…” Is all Abby manages, putting a large hand on your head and putting more of her in your mouth. You smile between her and move your tongue so fast she’s cumming in what seems like the blink of an eye.
“Ahh…mmmm….fuck fuck f….” She thrusts her pussy into your mouth, her slick completely coating your face. Before she has the chance to revel in it though, you hear footsteps and quickly stand up, Abby desperately trying to cover herself.
A flashlight turns on, illuminating Owens face. He watches Abby’s satisfied expression and your glistening face, immediately realising what you two had just done. He covers his eyes with the palm of his hand.
“What the fuck guys, get a room.” Abby scrambles to put her pants back on.
“We would if there weren’t so many new recruits everywhere.” You retort, annoyed. Owen starts backing away, hand still over his eyes.
“I’m leaving just….okay….” He says.
Once he’s finally gone you two both let out a hushed laugh.
“Oh my fucking god.” Abby laughs, wrapping you in a warm hug. You smile back.
“Told you you were loud.”
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