#ABBY ANDERSON IS FOR THE WOMEN

[sootiredofserving]

if u are a man ,,

why do u even like abby anderson??

[abbyscoochiecruncher]

Something to hold you over <3

[prettyinsophie]

if there’s a buff woman in that piece of media i’m eating that shit up until it consumes my soul

[zeroxs-stuff]

Thinking about casual dominance!abby. Maybe it would start with simple things like always opening doors for you, or maybe she would tie your shoelaces for you, and then it just escalates from there. But— my LORD this woman could not handle one day without doing everything and anything for you, so of course it escalates into something more.

To elaborate— not the controlling, toxic type of casual dominance but more like the authoritative dominance that she knows you prefer and are okay with; like the type of dominance that shows she really cares about you.

Thinking about a scenario where she tells you when to go to sleep. You could be begging, even pleading with all your life just for her to let you have an extra fifteen minutes, only to be met with her stern but light-hearted refusals. “princess.. i told you no. you need sleep for tomorrow’s mission, ‘kay?” She says as she tucks you in, you still frustrated but ultimately just having no choice but to go to sleep.

Thinking of another scenario where she NEVER lets you top. Like EVER. I think she would be way too confident in herself that if ever you did try to top, that she would just shrug it off and laugh. “Pfft—you’re cute. Now, lay down for me, hm? Let me make you feel good.” She says right after you just attempted to top her.

To conclude the rant, abby would be VERY adamant on casual dominance.

[starlightmoon08]

i’m not saying i wanna see buff women get dominated but…

nvm that’s exactly what i’m saying.

[serqphites]

saw this video earlier of this guy (i'm guessing soon to be dad) testing out baby names by pretending to call his kid for dinner and my immediate thoughts were just about how abby coded it was 😭 like i can perfectly imagine reader waddling into the kitchen because abby keeps shouting out random names and… is she slamming something?

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“abs?” your face contorts with pure confusion as you enter the kitchen space to your shared home, finally somewhat getting an idea of what abby was up to. there she is, opening and closing the oven on repeat and mildly shouting out random girl names.

“yea- why aren’t you sat down?” cutting off her own sentence, she leaves the oven hung open to hurry to your side, her strong arms immediately wrapping around your waist (as best as possible). abby had become very attentive over the past few weeks, if you don’t spend 90% of the day (the other 10% is for peeing) sat down then she has failed in her mission to be the best wife imaginable!

quirking a brow up at her, you lean ever so slightly to the side and nod your head in the direction of your open stove, “i wanted to know what you were doing” you say innocently, your eyes meeting once more for a split second before she’s pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

“jus’ testing out names, thought it might be easier if i tried them out for real” as she speaks she thinks she’s being slick by ushering you back into the living room, but the honest truth is that you just wanted her to take care of you. i mean, you’re carrying her baby, it’s the least you deserve is it not?

her big hands take a firm (yet gentle) grip on your arm as she slowly and carefully lowers you down onto the sofa, taking a seat beside you once you’ve stopped fidgeting and are sitting comfortably. “abby you know you could’ve just.. asked me? i have a name in mind anyways.”

“oh yeah?” abby turns to fully face you now, one of her knees coming up to rest just beside your thigh.

“how does nora sound? i just- i know how much she meant to you and thought-” your ears perk up at the sound of the woman next to you sniffling, your head immediately snapping towards her with a look of intense concern written across your face.

“it’s perfect” is all she can manage, voice wobbling ever so slightly as her hand reaches out to gently caress the top of your stomach. the two of you remain that way for a while, her soft sniffles echoing through the room with your hand now lay atop her own.

well, that is of course until abby tests if the name is really perfect the proper way. you hear the oven door creak open and slam a few times, followed by the shouts of various renditions of “nora” + “dinner’s ready” and finally she’s reached her verdict.

“yep! perfect!”

[leopardbaby]

[vaginasenmiboca]

,, I made this one pretty quickly. I hope you like it anyway...... (I'm really not good at perspective SO RRY)

+ My head hurts so horribly today 💔💔💔

anyways i hope you guys are having a good day todayyy :-3

[paladinviper]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

HER HANDS I CANT DO THIS

( my pics )

[abbysgolf-club]

ABBY ANDERSON headcannons

TW :: NSFW and SFW hcs! body image mentioned, not proof read sorry chat... ❤️

Abby is always the big spoon, she loves feeling herself wrapped around you, the way your bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

Abby will always make sure you're comfortable during sex, giving you pillows, words of affirmation and making sure you're nothing but pleased the whole time. (although sometimes she'll be rough as fuck)

When you guys have an argument, she'll give you the best hate sex you've ever had, leaving you begging for more afterwards, pleading for her and telling her you're hers, she'll kick manny out of the dorm for this, telling him to "go sleep with the scientist chick again"

She's a good cook, and sometimes she'll cook but she loves the food you make for her so much more, even if it's terrible.

Abby likes chubby girls. She wants something to be able to grab onto. skull crushing thighs she can bury herself in for hours a night. stretch marks she can kiss and love.

No matter how much you bring yourself down about your weight Abby will compliment you like there's no tomorrow. She'll make sure you know your worth and you mean the world to her.

You guys have polar opposite music tastes, but she taught you to love deftones just how you taught her to love green day.

Sometimes youll look up at the stars together, in a comfortable silence, being grateful for eachother in the shitty, infected ridden world you live in.

[elliesplug]

not to sound "woke" or anything (bc no one knows how to use that term properly) but it's tiring how exclusive fanfics are for black ppl. like when im reading a fic n the writer says something like "you blushed" or "she ran her fingers through your hair" even though it's a minuscule part of the story in the grand scheme of things, to me it is just a small reminder that im not accepted into these spaces or that my features aren't desirable enough to be described. it might be "just a fanfic" to u but all these little reminders build up over n over again n honestly it can js take the joy out of reading fics sometimes ngl.

[willcmsv]

muscular women please save me 🤭

[abbyscoochiecruncher]

NEEDDD PLEASE

Uncensored under cut!

I always give her a belly button piercing

[luvvyouforever]

the venn diagram for ambessa/sevika fans and abby anderson fans is just a circle

[nevvae]

(Ab)by Anderson Riding

Hey fellas, so I did a lil something. You wanna ride those abs so bad! Me too! Enjoy?? I love her pretty blonde pubes 😝💯

Smut under!! It's not good tho my bad 😞

Minors, no no!!

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"Don't make me do all the work, pretty thing." Her mocking tone sends a shiver down your spine as she teases you, You can feel the heat building between your thighs as you grind against her abdomen, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you. Your hands rest on the tops of her strong thighs, your chest heaving as you look into her eyes. Her hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements, her eyes following the lines of your torso as you arch your back, trailing up to your breasts with a hungry gaze.

Abby's hand reaches up, her fingers closing around your breast, her thumb and index teasing your hardening nipple. You instantly respond, a needy moan escaping your lips as you grind against her abs. Her smile widens, her eyes burning into yours as she watches your hips rocking desperately against her, your arousal spilling onto her stomach. "You're making a mess all over me, aren't you, sweet thing?" she husks, her hands hot against your skin.

Your breath hitches, and a shiver of pleasure runs down your spine at the familiar pet name. A warm, tingling sensation begins to stir in the pit of your stomach, gradually intensifying with each passing moment. You bite your lip in an attempt to contain yourself, but your hips start to quicken their pace, faltering slightly in the rush of sensations. Soft whimpers and moans escape your lips, mingling with the sound of your racing heartbeat. The sensitive bud of your clit glides over her firm abdomen, sending shivers down your spine. Your core tightens and pulses with aching desire as you quicken the pace; your hips begin to falter, your breath catching in your throat as the sensations grow more intense. Your hips buck and twitch with needy desperation as the sensitive bud of your clit grazes against her firm abdomen. Every nerve in your body is ablaze with pleasure, leaving you dizzy and breathless.

Abby's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure, her breath quickening and becoming shallower. "Mmm, just like that, don’t you dare stop; make yourself cum.” Her hands move to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh, gripping you tightly as she rolls her hips slightly underneath your body. Abby lets out a guttural moan, her eyes growing dark and unfocused as you grind down onto her. Her grip tightens as she groans, her voice deep and filled with need. "Fucking use me," she grunts out, watching as your thighs shake around her, your head falling back with a whine as the tension snaps; her words send a jolt of electricity through you, making your hips buck as you release over the abdomen.

Her hands gripping your hips and rocking you down hard, dragging your over-sensitive folds over her abs. Your pussy convulsess, the warmth between your thighs growing as the slickness spreads over her torso, staining the hem of her Spiderman boxers.

Abby leans forward, wrapping her arms around your waist. She kisses the soft skin between your breasts. Her lips trail up, placing open-mouthed kisses against your collarbones, until she reaches your lips. She presses her mouth eagerly against yours, tasting the mix of sweat and desire. Your hands reach up to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as your tongues dance together in a fevered rhythm. "so good for me," Abby murmurs between kisses, her breath hot against your skin.

^ CACKLED to this bad boy!

[zeroxs-stuff]

Thinking about an argument scenario with abby, where you’re so fucking mad at her—but she just keeps trying to get you to fuck with her.

Of course—not an actual argument that would require a civilized or serious conversation, but more like a playful argument that you just happened to be way too invested in. (ex: an argument over what dip is better for chips, comparing you and hers favorite shows, etc. not actual serious stuff!) You could be furious out of your own mind—annoyed, aggravated, in the mood to throw a literal table at her, and all she would do is baby you.

You had been arguing about this for the past half hour, and she still had the audacity to sit here and smirk at you while she manspreaded on the couch. You were pacing around the room, rolling your eyes and trying to explain to her the problem at hand. “abby fucking anderson—just, god.” you said with the deepest sigh you’ve ever taken to put emphasis on how frustrated you really were. “Y’know what? We’ll just order doordash. God—you can’t fuckin’ take this seriously.”

Abby pouted with a laugh that sounded way too amused than it should’ve, which only made you even closer to actually throwing a table at her or something. She chuckles provokingly, “Aww, is my baby upset? does she just need a good fuck to keep her back in her place?” She said in such a way that bothered you way too much than it should have. You rolled your eyes and practically yelped, “abby—my fucking god.”

She looked at you teasingly with a cheeky smile on her face, “Yes pretty girl?”

You sighed, “Just—just be quiet. For gods sake.”

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Next thing you know, you’re crumbling before her eyes as you bounced up and down on her 7 inch strap, the tip of it reaching the rim of your cervix.

She keeps her hands on your waist, being sure to give you enough support you need to ride her properly—but being sure to still also give you a little bit of a hard time.

She said with a sly smile, “Fuck…This is all my baby needed? Was some good cock? Hm?” She paused to thrust up into you, causing you to whimper. “Some good dick to make her shut up? Realize her place, Yeah?”

You nodded weakly, depending on her for practically giving your limbs all the stability it needed—looking at her with fucked out eyes. “M-mhhmm…”

She made sure to make you say it—to say you lost with your own mouth. “Won’t talk back to me anymore, won’t you baby?”

You nodded obediently like you did the past hundred times shes made you cum, “mmm—mmhmmm….w-wont…t-talk…” you paused to catch your breath, “..b-back..”

She pulled you close to her with a satisfied smile, “Atta girl.”

She knew she could dumb you down, no matter what.