#abby anderson dub

[loramystii]

dark abby fucking Ellie’s sweet girlfriend PLEASE

ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ᴇʟʟɪᴇ'ꜱ ɢꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴀʙʙʏ ɪꜱ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪʟʟ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ʜᴀʀꜱʜ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ

— ᴄᴡ; ᴅᴜʙ ᴄᴏɴ (?), ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴜꜱᴀɢᴇ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ʙᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏɪɴɢ, ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪꜱᴍ

Ellie knew something was up since the moment she stepped foot into her house. The unusual silence as she took off her shoes and then the slight whimpers once she started walking down the hallway. Ellie's brow cocked, making her way to the bedroom where she was meet with stifled moans and shushing. Ellie twisted the door knob, your figure ass up, face down, hands tied behind your back and forced into an arch by Abby's hand.

Ellie shook in anger, staring at the same woman who ruined her life about to ravish her girlfriend. Your eyebrows were knit together, look so sweet, Ellie had the urge to save you. Cause it had to be forced, right? She tried to step closer to Abby, yet when Abby's gun pressed harshly against the back of your head, Ellie froze. You whimpered, "Abs'!" You complain, as if this wasn't what you agreed to, fear trembling through you. "Stay where you are, and I won't hurt her. Got it?" Abby demands, watching Ellie shift on her feet, itching to get you yet stays in place.

Abby keeps your wrists in place, digging her hand now into your hair, releasing the gun. She tugs, groaning at your little whimpers. Her strap was buried to the hilt inside you, her pelvis against your ass. "Let me— fuck– tell you how I got your pretty girlfriend to let me fuck her." Abby says, thrusting slowly in and out. You were a babbling, incoherent mess beneath her. Practically a dumb toy, allowing Abby to pull your hair and fuck your velvety cunt. Abby smacked your ass, already a bunch of red marks from before Ellie got home. "Told her a whole fuckin' sob story, and this sweet lil' girl let me pin her down in no time." Her pace quickens, fucking you stupid as Ellie watched.

Ellie practically growls, vision narrows at the scene. "Get your hands off her, Abby." She speaks yet it falls on deaf ears, Abby's grip on your hair becoming tighter to lift you up and rub lazy circles into your clit. Abby chuckled at Ellie desperately wanting to look away but too afraid that even in a split second you'd be harmed. "Stop fuckin' actin' like I forced her, she stripped for me, sucked my strap for me," Abby let go of your hair, face planting into the bed, your drool gathering on the sheets. "Always gettin' everything, even a sweet girl with a tight and willing cunt." Abby complained, cooing into your ear as she fucked you with an overwhelming force.

"Fuckkk— fuck fuck–" You babbled, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hardly able to make eye contact with Ellie. Abby grabbed your nape this time, hand circling your throat and pressing against your airway firmly. She lifted you by your neck, hardly breathing as she spoke right into your flushed cheeks. "Too bad she's a damn slut, huh?" Abby degraded, slapping you harshly against your cheek, hips still pistoning against yours. "Huh?" Abby emphasized once again, spitting on your red cheek this time. "Did you know how fucking greedy she was, Williams?" Abby asked, her lips parted, kissing down your exposed neck, still not allowing you to breathe.

"She jus' felt so bad for me, guess i'm pretty damn persuasive." Your lack of senses was overstimulating, hands tied along with your eyes blurry from tears. Ellie didn't respond, just watching how you moaned in response to every little movement. Your face was turning pale, hardly any oxygen in your system. "Stop doing that! Let her go—" Abby released your neck, allowing you to collapse again. "Cu— cumming-" Abby tugged your hair, movements away from giving you whiplash. Your orgasm crashed over you, eyebrows furrowed and squinting through your peripheral to see Abby's pulling her strap out of you with a filthy noise, your sopping cunt clenching around nothing.

Abby got up, unbuckling her harness and laying it ontop of your back. Watching you pant, the silicone tip painting your back muscles with your own cum, Abby wipes sweat off her forehead. "Sweet girl, bet Ellie neglects you huh?" She swipes drool off your chin. "Doesn't treat you as nasty as you deserve to be treated." You don't respond, simply murmuring and wiggling your ass. She grabbed her gun, shoving it into Ellie's chest. Ellie panicked slightly, eyes wide, resentment coursing through her veins. "Fuck her, or kill her. Either way works." She whispered before leaving.

The mess you were left in was picturesque. Her spit, your drool, your tears. Hands tied behind your back. Cum running down your back and lovely red mark on your cheek!

[aberooski]

THERE JESSE GOES TRYING TO JAM THAT FUCKIN TWIG IN THE MECHANISM INSTEAD OF SIMPLY LEANING A LITTLE FURTHER AND GRABBING THE ROPE LIKE THE IDIOT THAT HE'S REALLY NOT UUUGGGHHH 😭😭😭😭

[vifilms]

❝ LONG NIGHT, LONG RIDE ❞ ✶ ABBY ANDERSON !

★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, nsfw themes, country!abby, petname usage (sweetheart, darling), mechanical bullrider!abby, abby is a big ass flirt, kinda shy!reader, dub-con (alcohol involved). 

RAY RAMBLES ��� idk a random thought and i kinda ran with it. if you like, i have a part in mind with smut for my slutty friends. to be continued ...

you’ve never seen a woman move like she did. it wasn’t the first time you’d seen her there. nestled deep in the heart of texas, tattered-blue denim jeans hugging her thick thighs deliciously, white tank top accentuating her toned abdomen. worn-in brown boots on her feet, blonde hair as carefree as she appeared, hips in sync with the mechanic bull as her skillful hips ride as the operator strategically tries to rid her off of it. s’not an easy task by any means. 

she has the face you can’t quite seem to forget. you never really do. it’s become a ritual of yours. every friday night, you end up in this rundown bar, the only one in this nothing town. maybe it’s pathetic to pine over someone so clearly out of your league. but she’s easy on the eyes, the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. surely, it wouldn’t hurt to just look. 

the girl of your dreams is riding the bull again, and looking goddamn hot doing it. possibly even hotter than this texas heat in the beginning of summer’s warmth. someone as muscular, toned, and broad as her shouldn’t be doing it so gracefully. it’s been a month of watching her. every friday night you nurse the ice bear, condensation dripping down to your fingertips, soaking your wrists as the liquid drips further. 

she’s making quite the show of it tonight. anderson, ever the performer. 

the only name you’ve heard being used, quite loose lips of the small town groupies. apparently, anderson, is the talk of the town and tonight the girls next to you at the bar are as chatty as ever. you only pick up remnants. bits and pieces of their drunken gossip. 

she broke up with her girlfriend. been two months actually according to nora. time to make a move. 

anderson wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole. 

whatever. i’m going to make sure she’s riding me tonight. you’ll see. 

you force yourself to disengage the eavesdropping and look away from the scene of her riding the bull. you’ve seen her do it so many times you know it’ll be over soon. it’s pathetic how you know that in the first place. 

you’ll leave soon, the commitment of work bright and early looks over your intoxicated brain. but then you hear loud boots stomping their way to you. looking over you notice it’s her and she makes conversation with the bartender as she sips on the chilled bottle of beer. 

“seen you here every friday for the best month, darling. do you like the show?” anderson chuckles as her body inches forward. her thumb picking at label on her beverage.

she’s noticed you before? 

“mhm, not sure. still trying to figure out if i do.” 

she nods smoothly, amping you nerves as she scoots the bar stool closer to yours, before taking a seat. meaty, strong, legs opened wide as they rest on each side, supporting the weight of her built frame.

“hm.” she hums, watching as you take another swing of your beer. 

she opens her mouth, more of her southern drawl seeping out but the girls from before manage to squeeze through the small space between you and the mysteriously hot woman who occupies your brain. 

“anderson, you look really good tonight.” the girl from before resurfaces, her sultry tone sharp enough to cut through the entire room, her hands making connection with her toned, freckled bicep descending down her forearm. you make yourself scarce to the bathroom, not enjoying the sudden storm in your stomach. 

it’s just there. 

jealousy storming it before you could even stop it. it’s clear anderson is more than sought after. she’s everyone’s dream, yourself included. you’ve had one short lived conversation. maybe she’s an asshole, a cheater, an ego the size of this massive state.

it’s what you told yourself as you washed your hands in the washroom. it’s the only thing you could tell yourself. the hint of rejection was even more unsettling so you decided to pay your tab and get the hell out of here. 

the vibrator tucked in your nightstand drawer had never done you wrong. why break a good thing? right? god, there’s never been a more pathetic moment on earth. you and your wand against the world of scorned loneliness. but then she’s in there with you. you’re frozen, unable to move as walks in. confidently, resting her broad back against the wooden door. the single use bathroom does not give you much room to breathe. 

anderson crosses her arms, muscles flexing as her arms visibly look bigger, as if they weren’t already delicious enough. she looks down as you’re slightly bent over the short sink, suddenly taking interest in your ass. 

well, it seems sudden to you. 

“you really didn’t have to run off.” she tuts, as you find her frame in the mirror. you swear she bucks her hips slightly but you must be imagining it. taking note of her golden locks flowing past her sculpted shoulders, brown stetson hat concealing her eyes from you, for the most part.

“i don’t know. you seem pretty preoccupied. didn’t wanna put a damper on your night.” once you were done rinsing your hands, you turned around, arms placed at your side. every single bone of your body incredibly nervous to speak with her. especially to be alone together.

“besides, it seems like you have a lot of fans mesmerized by you, anderson. everyone seems to talk about you.” 

“maybe? but i wanna talk to you, darling.” pushing off the door, anderson inches herself closer towards you.

“would this be something you want? my attention?” raising her head, tilting it to the side as she awaits your response. 

“you’re… forward.” you grasp at straws, trying to find the right words but nothing seems right. 

“jus’ know what i want when i see it.” anderson admits. you’re not sure what to think. the sinfully hot woman, everyone’s vying for her attention, and she’s decided to extend her interest in you. why? you’re not sure. “what?” 

“i-i just don’t know what to say to you, anderson.” she smirks, the sly smile of hers on display. “anderson, huh?” 

“isn’t that your name?” you perch yourself onto the sink. clearly, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. “sort of. it’s what everyone here knows at least. but you should call me by my name. my real one.” 

you’re honored with a privilege, a simple one, just for you. it’s intoxicating how special she can make you feel. your heart beating out of your chest the more she takes. affecting all and any rational thought occupying your brain. it’s just her. 

“abigail, but you can call me abby. abs.” she takes a few steps forward inching closer to the space between your open thighs.

“whatever you want, really. as long as these pretty lips are talking to me. hm? how does that sound to you?” 

you visibly gulp as  she inches closer and closer…

“uh, um, abigail’s pretty.” she’s got you now. utterly fucking trapped. 

abby chuckles. if she wasn’t this hot, it would be downright condescending. “mmm, think i’m pretty, sweetheart?” she’s so sure of what she wants, eyes set on you and it’s s’much to handle. the trap’s been set and you’re falling into her southern charm far easier than you would have if it were anyone else.

you barely nod your head, shyly biting your lip. finally, giving her something to work with. abby’s thinking about devouring you whole, eating you right up, bringing you home with her, pulling you into her bedroom, tearing you apart in every way she knows how. 

the light shining in your eyes makes her think you’d let her. 

“y-yeah, i do.” abby makes home between your thighs, standing at her full height, stammering six feet tall. firmly grabbing your legs before wrapping them around her torso. “bet you do, sweetheart. i’m sure you think about all sorts of things, especially about me.” 

your breath hitches as abby removes her hat, shaking her blonde hair to the side, sunkissed skin even more exquisite up close. freckled cheeks, the adorable bump in her nose, her nipples hard and now poking through the tank top, chest nearly against yours as she wedges herself impossibly close to you. perfectly shaped lips moving closer to yours. 

“why don’t you tell me what you think about when i’m riding the bull? when my hips roll, my head tossed back, and my back arched. be a sweetheart and tell me, darling.” her hat is placed in free hand while the other softly grips your chin, thumb smoothing over the soft skin.

“be real good and tell me.” 

you pause for a moment, doing your best not to fumble over your words, just this once. 

“most of the time, i can’t stop looking at your hips. how in control you look, so confident and my mind just…drifts.” you linger, eyes meeting her baby blues and fuck. fuck. fuck. 

you’ve never been so doomed to fall. 

“darling, don’t leave me hanging. what does it drift to?” abby asks, dipping her lips to your neck, ghosting over the access point, until she lightly kisses at your collarbones. so light, it makes you question if this is just some cruel, fever dream you’ll wake up from.

“shit.” abby takes it as a sign to continue her lips dip into your chest, hardly divulging to where you need her, before she’s ascending back up to your neck. “you gonna be good for me?” she whispers in your ear, her breath calm and even. 

you nod and abby bites your ear playfully as you moan, pulling her in by your legs. “hm, if i keep whispering pretty little things in your ear? can you handle me, sweetheart?” her southern accent further cementing you in her honey grip. 

“maybe? i don’t know. fuck, yes?” abby giggles, her voice dropping an octave as she goes in for the kill. “oh sweetheart. i might just kill this pussy of yours with what i have to say next.” on instinct, your hands tangle themselves into the root of her blonde hair, tugging her closer to you. wanting to suffocate her in your scent, but she’s already halfway there. 

“abigail, just say it. please?” she nods, loving how you’re already using your manners. fuck, so good for her already, not even having to ask twice. abby feels the heartbeat of her clit stirring in her pants as it chases the sound of your voice. she’s so feral, already. yeah, you may feel like a goner but if only you knew she is by far so much worse. 

“i noticed you the first night. those pretty fucking eyes staring at me. wouldn’t fucking leave me for anything, even when the bartender was trying to get your attention. those bambi eyes on me, bright eyed and practically begging for me….” abby’s purposely whines in your ear, causing you to grind into her. she can’t stop the chuckle leaving her lips. 

“you’re being mean. just tell me.” abby pauses as she grins like the cheshire cat. you tug her hair back tightly, the moan she emits is loud. her eyes nearly roll back into her head, but she’s able to stop it before it goes too far. before you push her to the subspace she can so easily get to when push comes to shove. for now, she’ll bask in the dominance. 

all of it so new, so fresh. “oh, i’m being mean?” abby threatens cockily. “i have  been awfully mean, huh? letting those pretty girls flirt with me right in front of you.” she kisses lightly underneath your ear before continuing.

“been thinking about you the last couple of weeks when i’m riding.” abby teases.

“you do?” your jaw slacks, your grip on abby’s head releases. “sure have, darling. m’thinking about how you want to ride me instead. pretty thighs rubbing together when you’d look my way.” abby’s hand drops to your thigh, rubbing your inner thighs with her thumb. basking in how you open them even wider, unprompted. just a small mention and you’re right back to her riding the bull. whimpered out for her, needing her to do anything, something. 

“why don’t we get out of here and you can come home with me?” she pleads, pressing a kiss to your temple. sweet and sultry with half-lidded eyes looking at you. your eyes looking at the hat in her hands. 

you nod, “yeah, i’d like that.” shyly, scratching the nape of your neck. 

“are you going to put your hat back on?” 

“mhm, not sure.” abby bites the inside of her cheek, anxious as the next thought plagues her mind. you won’t know what a big deal it is, but everyone in the bar will know. she will know, but you won’t and somehow it makes it easier when the request flies off her lips. 

“you could wear it? if you want, sweetheart.” abby asks sweetly. you’re quiet for a moment, pondering. “who knows. might be too big or too small.” you shrug your shoulders as if you’re not interested. 

“well, why don’t we try then, sweetheart? won’t know until you do.” she maneuvers the white cowboy hat, placing it carefully in your head. 

you smile happily at her. “look! a perfect fit.” 

abby knows there’s not a damn soul who looks better than you. “yeah, sure is perfect.”

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[midnightbluebells03]

⋅˚₊‧ ✶ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Abby Anderson basketball drabble ⋅˚₊‧ ✶ ‧₊˚ ⋅

NSFW at the end - little bit of x reader - soccer Ellie - sketches of Abby

Just a lil writing to tide yall over while I finish up with college assignments and other bits

Abby has always been drawn to basketball but never got the chance to play. With her dad being concerned about her getting hurt as a kid. But when she hit her growth spurt in highschool she set her mind to it, determined to prove to him she can handle it.

The sport is perfect for her because it can be so calculated, she enjoys the mind games and the intense preparation that comes with being the captain.

She uses her large build to her advantage when setting a screen. Earning the nickname brick wall from the amount of times she's knocked someone over.

A medical student studying to be a doctor like a her dad. But not neuro, she wanted to be an ortho doctor.

She takes her life as a student athlete seriously, which means no smoking, no drugs and she rarley ever drank. Only on off seasons and only at the weekends.

Practice makes perfect which is why Abby makes sure to hit the gym every morning before class, while you're still peacefully asleep. She also runs her practices like it's her job, the team calls her sergeant as a joke sometimes.

Begs her coach to let you sit in on practice because she felt bad about leaving you so often. When he agrees you help run practice after awhile of sitting on the bleachers learning about the game, being dubbed "mini Anderson" because you ran a tight ship. Even tighter than Abby at times. You always make sure they have water during games aswell and coach will talk game plans with you on the sidelines after a few months.

Has a pregame ritual which consists of doing push ups while you help her run through the game plan for the hundreth time. Before you two started dated she would just repeat it to herself or write it down on a peice of paper.

Never lets you wear her jersey after a game, will insist on washing it first or giving you a clean one. Eventually she buys you a custom one with ANDERSON on the back so you can wear it to games. But you still steal hers constantly.

Let's you do her braid before games but will re do it in secret if it isn't tight enough because she never wants to hurt your feelings.

Will pick you up and spin you around if they win, pressing a million kisses to your face infront of everyone.

You bring her flowers after big games. The first time you were so anxious, standing by the locker room with the bouquet in hand. Abby looked like she was going to cry as she took them from your hand, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you in tight. "They're gorgeous baby, thank you".

Nsfw

She was scared to 'take her anger out' on you when she would lose games but you assured her you wanted to help. Knowing that Abby would never actually hurt you. So now on the rare occasion that she loses you know you're about to be bent over with your face in the pillow while her strap relentlessly pounds into you. Her grip tight in your hair as she praises you through your countless orgasms. "Good fucking girl, always taking me so well hmm?". You can't do anything but moan in response as she thrusts into you harder. "Think you like it when we lose baby, you like when you get fucked like a little slut don't you?"

[pubbybutch]

oh to be Abby’s sweet little trophy wife that flaunts around in lingerie while she working from home🙇‍♀️😫 like imagine walking by her office and abby goes “doing this to be a brat or what?” Then reader is like “I wear things like this all the time” and shrugs innocently AHHHHHH

YES ANON!!! Abby is a breadwinner. Provider. Mother. 😤

I feel like she loves being able to treat her wife to little presents and wants to do nothing but look after her. Any of the lingerie that you own, has either been bought by or bought for Abby. But let’s be real, it's for both of you cause when she see your ass hanging out from underneath that little blue babydoll she got for you last month - it’s over.

Even though Abby gets a Friday to work from home Abby would spend hours upon hours trapped in her office, on the phone to patients or other staff from her practice trying to approve surgeries or trying to get prescriptions processed if she could manage. Everyday at 1, you’d bring her lunch to her office and kiss her on her wrinkled little forehead, stress and pressure causing deep lines on her beautiful face. On this particular Friday, it would be business as usual. Blonde hair fuzzy from running her hands through it, laptop open and phone held against her ear. Keeping an ear to the closed door and hearing her set down the phone with an exhausted sigh, you put your plan into action. Pushing the door open plate in one hand, ice tea in the other, you kiss her on the crown of her head as she stays sat in the swivel chair. The pastel pink lace and chiffon adorning your body, sways a little as you move around her and set up the plate of beef and noodles in front of her. As you do so her blue eyes take in the view of you slightly bent over, smile on your face. Light makeup and cherried lips, you’re like a walking wet dream. As you move back out around the desk and towards the door, Abby grabs you by the hand and pulls you down into her lap, “nuh-uh, baby. Walking around like a fucking meal, and you expect me to eat that instead of you?”

Also I feel like Abby is really into kitchen sex and idk why. The cold marble countertops that give you goosebumps when she lifts you on to them, her hands sneaking round to cup your cunt as you’re standing at the stove cooking dinner. All the shenanigans that come with fucking in a kitchen.

Abby has a thing for those kinds of lingerie sets that aren’t just straps and frills, she likes the ones that sort of cover you up and make you look all pretty and dainty, her very own princess. Babydolls and teddy sets are her go-to’s. She’s especially fond of pastels and how soft they make you look. And as much as she teases you for wearing them for her, it's mildly disappointing for her when she comes back home and sees you in what she has dubbed ‘people clothes’. Like you’re hers, why do you have to go and do things, and why do you need to be seen by other people, why do you have to do that job? Because you live in a capitalist hellscape and junior surgeons aren’t paid enough.

She still has her old letterman jacket from senior year of high school, it’s big and oversized with ‘Anderson’ stitched across the back, and boy does she love seeing you in frilly blue lace and cotton. All that’s really covering you from her wandering eyes is something with her name on it. You’re hers. Her pretty little wife.

[vampyan]

☾  ꕀ  𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 & 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be deleted on sight cus idc.

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻

❧ 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

vi ˖  ambessa ˖  sevika

❧ 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝟑

karlach ˖  lae’zel ˖  minthara . dame aylin

❧ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼

ellie williams ˖  abby anderson

❧ 𝓴𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓷𝓸 𝔂𝓪𝓲𝓫𝓪

kyojuro rengoku ˖  obanai iguro ˖  tengen uzui & wives ˖  shinobu kocho ˖  sanemi shinazugawa ˖  shinjuro rengoku ˖  zenitsu agatsuma ˖  inosuke hashibira ˖  tanjiro kamado ˖  muzan kibutsuji ˖  akaza ˖  gyutaro ˖  gyokko

❧ 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓻𝓪 【 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓹 】

scorpia ˖  catra ˖  shadow weaver / light spinner ˖  adora ˖  glimmer

❧ 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷

john doe / joker ˖  edward nygma / riddler ˖  harvey dent / two-face

❧ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵

goku ˖  vegeta ˖  broly (dbs only) ˖  frieza ˖  frost ˖  beerus ˖  android 17 ˖  android 18 ˖  zamasu ˖  goku black ˖  jiren

❧ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

mizu (blue eye samurai) ˖  sidon (loz botw & totk) ˖  john doe (visual novel) ˖  victor van dort (corpse bride)

❧ 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

coming soon!

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✓ fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

✓ dom!reader x sub!yandere!character (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

✓ fem or afab!reader for nsfw. fem or gender-neutral!reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader bc i will usually default to fem)

✓ non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

✓ polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: ellabs x reader, ellie x reader x dina, uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, scorptra x reader, catradora x reader)

✓ a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

✓ monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: werewolf!ellie, cryptid!kyojuro, eldritch horror!yandere)

✓ kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au.

𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✘ sub!reader x dom!character

✘ male or amab!readers.

✘ kink no-no’s: (sexual) non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

✘ forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

[portraitsofguilt]

✮ ┆ rockstar! abby fucking with her assistant !

my pretty @sevikasimp and their big brain made me dream about this so, have this horrible something :((

cw for              rockstar! abby, assistant! reader (wears a skirt), masturbation, dub-con, cunnilingus (abby receiving)

you thought you were pulling the short straw when you were assigned to abby anderson, the new rising star of the recording studio you worked for. some might still say you did, but you were hardly protesting against the heart eyes she shot your way, the flirty sounding texts, and the nicknames she called you rather than your name.

and rockstar! abby would monopolize you, make you server her food so she could see you in that pretty pencil skirt she forced you to wear as a part of your uniform. telling you to do not mind whatever the other management staff talks or asks you to do, from now on you’ll be only complying to only her words, and you do, without question. even when she asks you into her office and invites you over, behind her desk.

“come on, kneel and kiss me here sweet doll.” one of her hand catching your wrist to pull you closer, legs opening, and her other hand made its way down to part her lower lips. you swallowed hard, thighs squeezing together when you see that she isn’t wearing any panties under the shorts she was just running around the house in. her finger rubbed her clit, playing with the nub before she slid one slender finger inside.

what were you doing? watching miss anderson pleasure herself like a pervert with no manners?

“miss anderson this- this isn’t right…” you stutter, voice small, embarrassment flushes your skin rosy as you look down on the floor. her hand climbs higher as she pulls you closer, running along your side before it glided over your breast. the thin fabric of your white button-up so thin that from the slightest touch she could feel your perked-up nipple, no matter the neglectable pads of your bra.

“where are you manners? didn’t you tell me you’d do anything I ask?” rockstar! abby grins as you nod, kneeling and leaning forward to place your mouth against her cunt. your hands came to sit on her thighs to push them further apart, tongue flattening against her clit and a shaky breath flees from her lips. you lapped up all of her savoring juices, prodding your tongue at her sensitive hole all the while gazing up at her through your lashes. she hummed lowly, head falling back as her eyebrows knotted.

“there you go, earning yourself a r-raise, fuck…”

[abbysbug]

𝙰𝙱𝙱𝚈𝚂𝙱𝚄𝙶 𓆣

𓆑 hii! you can call me mel. i am seventeen and a lesbian (they/them).

𓆑 i mostly write for abby anderson & ellie williams, but i wouldn't be opposed for writing for other tlou women.

𓆑 i love my gf

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warning: i am a dark fic author. my blog will contain dark fics that have heavy kinks such as dub/noncon, intense pain play, gun/knife play, and others. these fanfics are pure fantasy and i do not encourage this behaviour happening inrl.

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Ellabs x Reader

(X) = Smut

Indefinitely ours @miasbby (X) Summary: You're not willing to date nor looking for anyone, but Ellie Williams, the art teacher working in the school that hired you a year ago, is making you seriously doubt that decision. With her flirting, praises and constant touches, you're all but ready to give up and ask her out. That is, until you meet her girlfriend, Abby, who to your greatest shock seems very… curious about you. Warnings: None Special Tag: Teacher AU

Roommates @canaidliafail (X) Summary: It hard to have three people in a room. Warnings: None Special Tag: Voyerism

OFF TO THE RACES @angvlita (X) Summary: You are in a poly relationship with New York’s elite women, Ellie Williams and Abby Anderson, but living in the world of power, money, and lust possesses each one of you as the dynamic amongst you three becomes more volatile and violent. Warnings: Controlling Partners, Drug Use, Muder, Dub Con Special Tag: Poly, Dark, Muilt-chapter

Hey batter, batter @fadedin2u (X) Summary: Ellie and Abby have been rivals for years, playing for their university’s softball team. one day you, their coach’s daughter, show up at their game and ruin everything. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

FINAL ACT @abbysvictim (X) Summary: After trying to fight it for as long as you could remember, it was in the moment her life dangled between your fingers did you realize that Abby, your captor and perpetrator was also your savior. In her own ugly and twisted way. Warnings: Dub Con, Stockholm Syndrome Special Tag: Dark

Side Lines @satellitespinner Summary: You've been going to salt witch beach every summer for as long as you can remember, it's home to you. and you wouldn't change that for the world... Warnings: None Special Tag: Mutil chapter

Strange Fascination @ervotica (X) Summary: They love you Warnings: Non con, Drugging Special Tag: Dark

Winner Winner @lynnielovestlou (X) Summary: Abby and Ellie challenge each other to see who can make you squirt first. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Lap dog @catfern (X) Summary: Abby and Ellie are best friends, never more. when you come into the picture, competition bleeds into something else entirely Warnings: Drugs Special Tag: None

Tragicomedy @sratcash-wasguds Summary: Two girls are losers in love. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

BITE ME @dumbblond3s Summary: They’re the hot older couple you see from across the bar. Abby with her arm resting on the back of the booth they sit in Ellie at her side. The lingering glances they cast make it clear they’re scouting out their next victim Warnings: None Special Tag: Vampires AU

Special Girls @freakassfemme (X) Summary: Abby and Ellie + are head over heels insane for their hyper fem girlfriend, but Ellie loves to try to keep her all to herself. Warnings: None Special Tag: Polly, Hyper-Fem Reader

livin' a dream @vampiresbloodx (X) Summary: She living the dream Warnings: None Special Tag: Poly AU, Public Sex

Strict @eccentricallygothic  (X) Summary: Yes, Abby and Ellie hate each other and for good reason. But if they were to make a truce? What– no, who would be the common interest? Warnings: None Special Tag: Poly AU

Watcher @saved1byabs  (X) Summary: girlfriend!abby watching best friend!ellie fuck the brains out of you Warnings: None Special Tag: Poly AU

Sour Times @1980shorrorfilmCSummary: in which…you confront your not-so-great relationship with abby after she had stolen your best friend from you. Warnings: None Special Tag: Soft

werewolf!ellie x vamp!abby x fem!reader @abbysbug (X)Summary: The most difficult times of the month were full moons and blood lusts. Naturally, they had to fall on the same date this month. Warnings: blood drinking Special Tag: none

Oath —. @girlrotterr Summary: In a kingdom on the brink of new leadership, tensions run high as a coronation draws near. Warnings: None Special Tag: Knight AU

HE APPLE'S ROTTEN STRAIGHT TO THE CORE! @andersonfilms (X) Summary: ellie williams, sporting 88’ on the back of her jersey, the world renowned football player from the united states. the overly competitive blood runs through her veins, passed down from her father, just as well as an overpowering ego the size of texas. she has the girl of her dreams, the most important game of her life in sight, but what happens when one drummer threatens to wreck it all? Warnings: Cheating Special Tag: College AU

bloodlust—. @illovehaileesteinfeld Summary: None Warnings: None Special Tag: Vampire AU

Of Bartenders and Bodyguards @salem-witch-slut (X) Summary: After a disaster goes down at the bar the night before Thanksgiving, Abby and Ellie come to your rescue and the two quickly become all you can think about. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

Keep The Pressure Up @salem-witch-slut (X) Summary: Ellie and Abby love to tease you and torture you. But tonight, they want to see how far you can actually go. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None

GOOD MORNING @ur-sick-and-married Summary: the morning after a rough sesbian lex night. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

𝖳𝖶𝖮'𝖲 𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖭𝖤 @baambied (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Special Tag: None

broken stars @abbysbug (X) Summary: abby and ellie switching between who hates you or loves you as a form of mental torture. Warnings: mental abuse, physical abuse, Special Tag: None

[gluesoda]

YOUR BEST AMERICAN GIRL

°ʚ✩ɞ° a/n: i don't really write so uhh i hope this isn't a dumpster fire. not edited, but we ball for the lesbians. i love buff women ofc based on mitski because i'm asian lol

°ʚ✩ɞ° wk: 1.9k

°ʚ✩ɞ° contains: reader is fem, panic attacks, abby is 100% a lesbian, mentions of death, low-key hopelessness from reader, x reader but no use of y/n, we depressed but it's alright, fluff, angst a little or a lot idk. dividers from @baexywth & pics are totally from google

Abby Anderson was the sun; shimmering like gold, brightly above the rest of the FOB. Isaac knew it, as did the rest of the WLF, with some resenting it. It was useless to deny– she was strong, resilient, intelligent, too. Soldiers were already revered, given the best of the best, and first to every resource. They did scavenge for most of them after all. Yet what was left for the rest? Those whose contributions were deemed less worthy, for those who were weak to this work, for what you had to become for it. You can’t bring yourself to carry out the tasks necessary for survival, yet here you are. You are alive, yet you don’t know how or even why.

Abby had saved you, all those years ago from the cusp of Oregon on her way to Washington. You’d tried to go the other way, escape from Seattle as fast as you could. Being a child in the FOB was not kind, not if you were different in the way you were. Not adept at fighting, and not keen on learning either, you were cursed. The group of stalkers would have surely killed you if it wasn’t for the “Salt Lake Crew” as Isaac dubbed them. The Fireflies were who you’d meant to escape to. If nearly dying to a horde of infected wasn’t scarring enough, the destruction of the Fireflies was worse.

As soon as Abby had stepped foot into the FOB, with her group of survivors and you in tow, Isaac had already made the pedestal for her. Returning the runaway, and proving she was a lethal combatant on the same day. Even though the rest of her friends were skillful, she still radiated an unmatched presence. Where did that leave you? What could you do to contribute anything useful to the WLF? Nothing, especially not when Abby’s arrival and her flying through her training with extraordinary precision were all anyone could talk about. No one seemed to even realize you were back. Did they realize you were gone in the first place?

Despite everything, Abby still had a soft spot for you. Every time she visited your station, she’d pull you away from the kids you were looking after, to tell you of her latest and greatest adventure. The most you had seen outside of the gates was on your trip to Oregon, and it was the most you were ever destined to see. Scars and infected were at the forefront of your mind, regardless of your position, tucked in the stadium. It was poetic in a way, to essentially raise the kids who were the same as you, useless on the battlefield, soft, and unaware. You were perfect for these kids, teaching them what you’d learned from the countless books Abby had snagged for you on patrol. All to distract them from their peers, who were being tailored after every great soldier to ever fight for the WLF. To distract them from people like Abby, and their infinite superiority over the weak. Today was one of the days you had off, where the only buzz happening in the stadium was the routine patrol.

Abby had the day off, too. A rarity.

You’d honestly planned on staying in your cramped room, which was too small for them to even try to pawn a roommate off to you. You’d doubted most even knew you had a room all to yourself. It was certainly not something people cared about. Not when there were rooms like Abby’s. Your pajamas were still on, with you tucked beneath the rough polyester of your duvet, when you heard the rhythmic thumping on your door. There was only one person who could be up at this moment and still have enough social battery to interact with you. Abby.

You groaned, putting the nearly disintegrating house slippers on as you rose from your mattress on the floor. When you opened the door, there she was. In her glistening glory and blonde, braided hair, Abby stood above you.

“Hey,” she started, softly.

“What time is it?.”, you yawned back at her. “Is this not too early for a day you’re not even scheduled to patrol?”

“Nah,” she breathed out a light laugh, “just got back from the gym.”

“Mm. So, uh, can I go back to bed please?”

When you looked back up at her, in all your tired glory, she melted. Her puppy eyes looking down at you made you want to fall to the ground and sob. Moments like these reminded you, she was still your best friend, much to the dismay of many others. The others saw you as a nuisance in the way of a god. And you felt like it. 

“Not without me.” she laughed, her nose scrunching.

If she knew how you felt she wouldn’t be this lackadaisical with her language.

“Your freckles seem like they’re glowing.” you’d blurted. They did though, with the rising sun, much to your embarrassment.

She shot back a confused look before laughing once more.

“You can take a nap in my room, Manny’s out for– well you can probably guess why. Just want to show you something.”

“Alright”, you garbled back to her. “Let me just grab some stuff.”

You’d put your real shoes on and kept your pajamas on, but grabbed a sweater. It was always colder in her room. More space. She’d stayed in your doorway, leaning into the frame.

“You ready to head up?” she perked herself up, reaching over and leading you forward with a large hand on your lower back.

Leaning into her touch, you hummed. On the way to her room, passersby seemed neverending. Staring at you, giving quizzical looks to Abby. As to say why would Abby be seen with someone as useless as her? You just dug yourself further into Abby’s side, as if to merge yourself with her and be as one. She made you feel like a team, like a unit. At least when it was just her, with no one around to stare at you. To make you resent her, even when all you’ve ever wanted was to love her endlessly. You do, you swear you do. And the way she looks at you like you are the only one to exist, makes you feel like you’re allowed to. Her gaze leads you to question if you even do resent her, or if you just resent yourself.

When you both finally make it to her room, she leans out of you and unlocks the door. She opens it and ushers you in. Beelining to her bed, you throw yourself onto it, ripping your shoes off and throwing them down next to her bookshelves.

“What’d you have to show me?”

Your voice came out muffled, as your face was smushed into Abby’s pillow. It smelled like her, and you loved breathing her in.

“Well, if you’ll dig yourself out of my bed, you’d see it.”

Of course, you’d listened to her, you’d probably do anything she’d ask of you.

When you look up, there it is. With the most ridiculous shark plush you’d ever seen in your life. In her other hand, she’s holding what seems to be an encyclopedia, more specifically the last edition of your set.

The gasp you’d let out was the loudest you’d been all morning. Abby had set the items down on her desk before closing the distance between you.

“Knew you’d like it.”

“I more than like it, I– I can’t even thank you enough, oh my god.” choking out your words, and biting back a sob, your hands shot to wipe the tears that’d started.

She’d wrapped her arms around you, embracing you, rubbing your back.

“Hey, hey– why are you crying? Such a sap.”

Her chest rumbled with a slight laugh, but you could still hear the worry in her timbre.

Soon, your slight cries turned into full sobbing.

“So sweet t’me Babs, don’t deserve it.”

Abby pushes out for a moment, tilting your head up with her large hand. Eyes wild, looking everywhere but her, you started to rock against her.

“I’m sorry.” you blubber, over and over again.

She holds you against her, shushing you. Abby isn’t sure how to act, she’s never dealt with this before, never. As your friend, she’d known you’d had fits like this, yet she’d never seen the extent of them. Or even the cause for that matter. To be frank, even if it was to her dismay, Abby was busy. As much as she wanted to be there for you, she couldn’t be. She’d felt shitty about it before but now the guilt was insurmountable. You’d cried there for the better part of a half hour, your sobs dying down until there was nothing but sniffles left.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for– Hey, hey! It’s okay. What brought this on?” She said into the crown of your head, breathing in the smell of your shampoo.

Pulling away, you looked up at her with swollen, red eyes.

“Do I look stoned?”

Even though Abby was concerned beyond belief, she managed a stressed laugh, before she looked into your eyes.

“I’m serious, what happened?”

Looking away, your face grew red again with scarlet shame.

“Just feel bad. You do just, so much for me, for everyone here. It’s not fair to you. I’m not fair to you.”

She shoots you a look, one that looks akin to a shot puppy.

“You’ve been saddled with me since you got here. I’m guilty and everyone knows it. Everyone.”, you curl into your knees and let out a discontented sigh.

Abby sits there and thinks to herself for a moment, before finally speaking.

“Don’t, don’t feel guilty,” she said.

“Why would you feel guilty? Sweet girl, you know I’d do anything–”

“That’s the problem!”, you’d shouted. “I don’t deserve it. I can’t do anything for you in return, I’m just trapped in the stadium until I rot. You’re meant for more, everyone knows it but you.”

The crushing reality of your confession left a hefty weight over the room. It was like a ticking bomb, just about to detonate.

Abby sighed for what seemed like the millionth time. You honestly wanted to drop dead, to stop her from stress.

“I love you so much, I don’t understand how you can’t seem to care about yourself more.”

It was your turn to be shocked. The words she’d uttered were something you’d dreamed of, hopelessly, for so many years. Yet now, it felt like a crushing blow to your identity. Maybe that’s what you’d needed for yourself. To see yourself in a different light, how Abby sees you.

“I– you, you love me?” You were reeling at the moment.

“Of course I do. In every way, you’re my sweet girl.”

You grab her hand, and your other cups her cheek. She looks at you with those same puppy eyes and you know that you’d do anything for her, even if that meant learning to care for yourself. All for her. In every way you’d loved her like she loved you.

And in every way you hoped that this was real and that this moment would be infinite. Just the two of you, with no prying eyes, and the promise of work in the morning.

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬: I only write for fem!reader and gn!reader and NOT male!reader. I only write for female!character x female!character and dom!character x sub!reader.

𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄: for Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Agatha Harkness, Maria Hill, Carol Danvers, Bucky Barnes, Scarlett Johansson, Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson

praise kink, degration kink, mommy/daddy kink, amab character, legal age gaps, anal play, breeding kink, dark characters, dub- con, step- ces, hybrids, threesomes

𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄: male!readers, amab reader, pet play, piss kink, scat, vore, age play, age regression, incest, underage characters/readers, graphic rape

[abbycarpetmuncher]

Writing Requests

Apparently tumblr thinks I'm a bot or generally a weird blog, so I gotta be active like a "human" would be. So, hello! I'm a newbie writer who just wants to post some of my little blurbs and get attention for it :)) I'm trying to get better at finishing the ideas i write down, and generally just keeping up with writing. I'd love to receive some requests to help stretch out my writing skills! I'll list some of the prompts i'm interested in, but honestly, nothing is off the table. Send me any ideas you have! No matter how weird or "gross" it is! (as long as its not actual evil shit. No pedo bullshit.) ⋆ I'm mainly interested in Abby Anderson x Reader, but I'm just as interested in Solo Abby prompts, Ellabs prompts, or Ellabs x Reader. ⋆ Sub!Abby or Bottom!Abby or SubTop!Abby or Dom!Abby- I have no strict preferance for her position. ⋆ Masc!Reader or just non-descript Reader. All fic's will be written with a 'female' reader in mind, but won't go into details. If details are mentioned, I'll tag it appropriatly. ⋆ TransMasc!Reader prompts are welcomed as well. ⋆ TransFemme!Abby prompts are welcomed as well. ⋆ Kinks/Fetish prompts listed below, in no particular order. » Dom/Sub | Bondage | Oral/Anal/Vaginal | Strap useage | Vibratior useage | Toy's | Sexual Torture/Overstimulation | Tribbing | Petplay | Scent/Sweat | Armpit (tentative) | Piss (tentative) | Somno | Dub-con/Non-con | Knifeplay | Foodplay | Aftercare/Fluff | ABO au's | Clothing (ex: sex with clothes still on) | Werewolf au's

Again, willing to write most prompts that interest me, even if its not written down here. These are just what i could think of at the moment. Hope to start writing more Abby stuff soon :)) Ty to anyone who reads or sends something in!!

[ulltraviolences]

REQUEST GUIDELINES!

pretty pls do not send me a request that has already been sent to another writer!

do’s :)

sub/dom dynamics, cnc, stepcest, knifeplay, gunplay, mommy kink, daddy kink, threesomes, non con/dub con, poly relationships, yandere/dark characters, dumbification (if you have any other questions ask in my inbox!)

do not :(

ageplay, ddlg, real people, incest, domestic violence, anal play of any kind, pegging, extreme bdsm, scat, pedophilia, homophobia, substance abuse

characters I am currently writing for: coriolanus snow, tigris snow, lucy gray baird, & sejanus plinth

Other Series:

stranger things: robin buckley, steve harrington, eddie munson, & nancy wheeler

the hunger games: coriolanus snow, lucy gray baird, sejanus plinth, tigris snow, katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair, johanna mason, & effie trinket

mcu: steven grant/moonknight trio, layla el-faouly, peter parker (tom holland), peter parker (andrew garfield), michelle jones, spiderverse!gwen stacy, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, carol danvers, yelena belova, matt murdock, valkyrie, loki laufeyson, sylvie laufeydottir, druig, makkari, eros/starfox

star wars: kylo ren + ben solo, anakin skywalker + darth vader, obi wan kenobi, padme amidala, leia organa, luke skywalker, din djarin, cassian andor, ahsoka tano, sabine wren, ezra bridger, shin hati

the last of us (tv + game version): ellie williams, abby anderson, joel miller

bottoms: hazel callahan, josie marks, pj waters

criminal minds: spencer reid, elle greenaway, emily prentiss

dc: mera, harley quinn, adrian chase, joker (heath ledger), joker (joaquin phoenix), batman (robert pattinson), selina kyle (zoe kravitz), jonathan crane

misc. characters: beth harmon, ethan landry, jules vaughn, narcos!javier peña, charlie barber, flip zimmerman, adam sackler, graham eaton, eleanor levetan

[vifilms]

#001. THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT.

❝ ABBY!ANDERSON SERIES ❞

warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: lowkey loser!reader, voyerisum, dub-con, dildo penetration (abby!r), minors hop off my shit, friends to lovers (eventually), nerdy!abby.

....AND THEY WERE ROOMATES, she’s always been just abby to you. best friends and thick as thieves. sweet as can be, breathing shy naivety with ever inhale of oxygen — a walking angel on earth. a gentle remainder of what’s good but looks can be so convincing? can’t they?

you aren’t supposed to be home, but it’s a slow night of bartending, so you’re sent early. pushing yourself into the front door despite your aching muscles, dispensing your keys in the small bowl, before grabbing yourself a cold glass of water. chugging it from the chilled glass, the cool liquid sending a sensation down your throat.

something feels off but you ignore it. 

funneling into your room, discarding your pants along with your tank left only in your undergarments. the tension has been building in your shoulders all night. the overwhelming stress of not making enough tips to cover your rent, classes in the morning, as well as the kink in your neck. you need to relieve yourself from all of it. a feather filled duvet has never looked so inviting, parallel with the vibrator tucked away into your night stand. 

bang! bang! bang! 

what the hell? 

taking a final sip from your water, you venture into the living room grabbing the bat next to your bedroom door. ready to swing, you’re met with silence in the still empty living room. odd. 

bat in your stronghold, your sock clad feet patter up the stairs into your roommate’s area of the apartment when you hear moans. soft, whimpering, moans. was she? no. it’s abby for fucksake. she’s too anxious to talk about sex with others much less fuck with her clit while you’re home. 

but you’re not supposed to be home and you’re intrigued. you shouldn’t be but you are. 

against the hardwood floors, your feet are quiet as you bring yourself closer to her room. her moans are louder, you try to ignore the throbbing of your clit, thighs nudging together as abby sounds like an angel — solely sent for your pleasure. 

the cream door is cracked open halfway and it’s then when you see her. for the first time, it’s all of her. the fucking bat nearly drops to the floor, but you catch it and cradle it to your chest as you take the scene in. 

entranced is the only way to describe it. she had lights, her phone propped up with an additional camera while they filmed the show she so clearly was putting it on. blonde hair cascades down her freckled back, completely bare ass on full display, unknowingly for your greedy eyes. 

you need to look away. she’s your best friend. stop. you’re being a fucking creep but then she’s bouncing on the dildo. 

fucking hell. 

your friend, the one you tease endlessly, the shy nerdy girl who can barely say two words when a pretty girl tries to speak with her is fucking herself on a baby blue dildo and filming it. for the first time, you’re seeing abby differently. it almost pains you. 

exquisite, golden hair shines in the moonlight as her delicious hips roll. she finds a rhythm that’s comfortable letting out a collection of whines and moans. the sound of her slick combined with the headboard hitting the wall over and over due to the power of her weight sends you into a frenzy. you’re thighs have never rubbed together so harshly, trying to satiate a need. if you could, you’d moan for her but the fear of being caught strikes you down but it’s festering within you. 

it’s growing. god, it’s for her only. 

you’re paralyzed with arousal but you need to leave. right fucking now before you cum. pathetically, you think you can just from watching her. abby’s soft voice practically nails your soft palms to the walls, crucifying you with every unspeakable desire. pink lips let them fly, gratifying you and somehow breaking the impenetrable wall between the two of you. 

“cock is so big, s’hard to take all of it.” abby whimpers, arching her back while her palms support her weight as she splits her pussy on the dildo. “yeah, you like that? mmm, love when my pussy swallows you whole, huh?” 

she lays her full cheeks on the mattress, pretty face pushed against the sheets as abby gives her audience a better view. she sounds goddamn breathtaking going nice and slow, her lower lips spreading so beautifully. this deserves to be painted and displayed in art galleries. 

the way she moves, golden strands moving as if she’s controlling every movement. abby anderson is fucking art. nowhere to be found is the shy, nose stuffed in her books, abby. this version of her is so different it’s causing you to see stars. 

moving her hips you didn’t even know was possible. you can’t even process fit her body actually is, the one she hides away. suffocated by thick cable knit sweaters, loose button downs concealing her burling biceps, and the chinos she wears on a daily basis. all of it is more than you can stomach. 

“like looking at my pussy, baby?” abby giggles. fucking giggles. “splitting my pussy open, feel you s’deep, almost in my stomach. yeah?” 

the urge to slip your fingers inside your pussy and touch yourself while she fucks herself is right there but you can seem to do it. settling for pressed thighs and tight grip on bat while you breath heavily. unable to catch on breath. 

“why don’t i spread it for you? give you a better view. after all, im such a sweetheart.” with one free hand, she pulls at the fat of her ass and you nearly choke on the air around you. her puckered hole, the sweet sin of her cunt staring right at you while you salivate. it pools to the floor along with your dignity. 

she leaves the shot there for a moment, letting her viewers tune in to take all of her in before she lets go. the fat of her ass bounces, increasing her speed as she slams over herself on the cock. the audacity of you to never think of her like this because fuck, this is everything. 

you want to be the one fucking her. your fingers pulling at her golden strands, pretty face smudged against the mattress as you take her from behind. a curious mind wonders what she would say to you, how good she would be taking it from behind. molding her strong body into whatever you fucking want. would she let you? 

abby’s voice breaks through the stance she has you under, permitting you of daydreaming any longer. instead, your eyes focus on the way she fucks herself. 

“need to stuff my pussy full, don’t you? s’all you can think about, yeah…i know. making a pretty girl like me cum is your fucking dream.” her back arcs, giving them a better view of her. another piece for everyone to enjoy, you included. 

her voice breaks, irrevocably but abby tries again. “t-this is what you wanted all this time? for me to be your whore? show you how much of a slut i can be?” you feel it in your stomach. the light pressure building as you clench your pussy around nothing, your thighs rubbing together continuously. if she cums, fuck, you won’t be able to control yourself. 

“i’ll do whatever you want. it’s all for you.” you’re fucking lost. abby picks up the pace, the way her hips stutter indicates she’s so close. without even touching yourself, you are too. “no one else can make me feel like this, i—”a low groan leaves her lips, the echoes of her slick invade your senses. jesus christ, you would do anything to taste her. 

abby doesn’t say much until she’s reaching her peak. just loud moans, intoxicating whimpers, and delicious sound of her cunt being fucked again, and again, and again. then you take note of her shakes, beautiful thighs trembling as they fail under the undeniable pleasure coursing through her veins. 

“s’close, gonna cum. fuckfuckfuck!” you see her white, hot cum soak the dildo, white substance spilling over sun-kissed skin, staining the sheets. it’s fucking everywhere. abby doesn’t stop. as if she knows you’re watching and wants to torture you. 

“please come for me baby? mommy needs your cum. gonna give it to me, yeah? i’m your sweet girl after all.” just like that, you lose it. white coated cum covers your boxers, staining you through. you feel every nerve in your body coated in her, begging to be trenched in her touch. 

“yeah? that’s it. s’all mine. just like you, baby. my fucking pussy.” your entire body twitches, clit throbbing at her words. only thing you hear is her heavy breaths slowing down as abby slowly calms herself. 

even when she’s shaking, trembling, she fucks herself through it. you can’t look away. not when she’s made you cum like that. no one’s ever made you cum with voice alone. abby’s soothing tone scratches the surface of the unbridled desire bumbling out of you. now, you’ll be sick until you can have her. is it pathetic? maybe. but your hands are greedy, aching to touch every inch of her body, make her feel whatever she wants. 

you make yourself scarce. the stakes of getting caught too high. shame. the overwhelming feeling almost settles instantly but you find it withering the more you think about the tsunami wave of the orgasm she unknowingly gifted you. 

with every passing moment, each turn in your sleep, you feel guilty for watching for as long as you did. you can’t sleep. always thinking of her. every waking moment is always about her. you’ll never be able to see abby the same. maybe it’ll be your demise or your saving grace. for now, all you can do is welcome the all consuming passion that is her. your dorky best friend and roommate who certainly does know how to fuck.

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⛤ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

꩜ I only write for Abby Anderson and Ellie Williams, but I wouldn’t mind writing anything for rdr2, skyrim, or twd women if i do get any requests for it.

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I will write anything except:

⛤ male reader, anything that’s not wlw, childish reader/ageplay, non-con or dub-con (or anything that romanticizes rape), anything with bodily fluids (except for cum, spit, and blood), daddy kink (mommy is fine tho), pet play, stepcest, g!p, any highschool or teenager au that has smut in it.

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౨ৎ rules ―

⑅˚₊ i prefer suggestions or prompts, but i will take detailed requests! ⑅˚₊ i'm horrible with messages, but feel free to message me to become mutuals, or to ramble and brainrot-- as long as it's appropriate! ⑅˚₊ ageless blogs or minors please do not interact with my nsfw works! ⑅˚₊ please do not post my writings anywhere else or turn them into ai bots!

౨ৎ characters i will write for ―

⑅˚₊ rick grimes, daryl dixon (the walking dead) ⑅˚₊ jill valentine, leon kennedy (resident evil) ⑅˚₊ jonathan crane (nolanverse batman) ⑅˚₊ joel miller, tommy miller (the last of us, hbo series) ⑅˚₊ abby anderson (the last of us ii, game) ⑅˚₊ vincent renzi (anatomy of a fall) ⑅˚₊ joe kessler, billy butcher, frenchie (the boys) ⑅˚₊ rust cohle (hbo true detective)

౨ৎ what i'm comfortable writing ―

⑅˚₊ i'll only write reader-insert! no ocs, no ships, sorry! ⑅˚₊ fluff, angst, and comfort. i've never written smut, but i can try! ⑅˚₊ LEGAL age gaps, teacher-x-student only if college age, daddy/mommy kinks (not ddlg or age regression) ⑅˚₊ breeding, strap usage (wlw), spanking, manhandling, light biting ⑅˚₊ smoking (cigarettes/weed), drinking ⑅˚₊ some dacryphilia but in the lana del rey pretty when you cry way (if that makes sense) ⑅˚₊ alternate universes! feel free to pitch, but my personal faves are college au, bookstore au, and coffee shop au

౨ৎ what i'm not comfortable writing ―

⑅˚₊ p3dophilia, foot, scat, pee, dub/noncon, incest/stepcest, age play/age regression, ddlg, kidnapping, abuse of any kind, substance abuse or greater than ones stated in 'comfortable writing', anything with self harm or suicidal ideation ⑅˚₊ even if something in your prompt/request is not written above, if i am uncomfortable writing it, i will not post it.