#abby anderson is a lesbian

[starrywilliams]

guilty as sin? | abby anderson

“these fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath, taking all of me, we’ve already done it in my head”

warnings: masturbation, slight masochism, ruined orgasm, angst, perv!abby (a little), internalized homophobia (discussed in more detail below)

notes: no surprise my favourite ttpd song is the gayest one on the album, but guilty as sin? screams lesbian guilt i fear!!!! i’ve been writing this for over a month so i hope u guys like it 😭

cw: discussion of lesbian guilt & comphet - these are somewhat based on my own experiences with my sexuality and i absolutely!!! do not think a man can ‘cure’ a lesbian or anything similar to that. nor do i believe anyone should ever feel guilty for being gay. realising i’m a lesbian has been extremely freeing & dykes r the best x

wc: 1.8k

likes, comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

the door slammed harshly behind abby as she stormed into her room. she pulled her jacket off desperately; her skin hot under its tight vice. she’d been in the gym, trying to work out her endless frustration of late, when you’d walked in.

you’d only said “hi" and smiled politely at her before setting your things down. but she felt her stomach churn, a black hole opening inside her. abby stood up, pulling the weights off the barbell and onto their rack. she grunted softly, glancing at you from the corner of her eye.

you’d started stretching, currently bent over as you touched your toes. her eyes drifted for an infinitesimal moment, locking onto the swell of your-. she looked away - wrongwrongwrong.

but then she looked back, her stare feasting on your body. she wondered whether you were doing this on purpose, trying to tempt her from across the room. she wondered if you knew her dirty little secret, abby picturing a smirk on your face as you mocked her for such indecent thoughts.

she didn’t want to feel this way. she didn’t want to feel the poison ivy swarming around her chest, getting tighter, tighter. the rash spread inside her; this invisible whip of lust lashing against her skin whenever your face appeared in her mind. well, had it been just your face maybe she wouldn’t feel like some depraved sinner.

now it wasn’t like abby believed in god, in a world where death and destruction infect every crevice you’d have to be mad to believe that any ‘god’ wanted its followers to suffer so greatly. but something inside her screamed every time she had these thoughts. these impure, twisted thoughts about you.

she didn’t know what made her feel like this. what made her resent you for simply existing; and what made her resent herself.

she recalled her teenage years, when manny had subtly suggested that owen liked her - so she was supposed to like him back, right? and she tried! she loved him even - but there was always that something, that feeling in her gut that told her that something was wrong, something about him that just would never sit right with her.

but all the other girls wanted a boyfriend too, and the jealousy was nice at first - she’d thought. after all, mel was the star student, a doctor in the making, her dad’s favourite; and nora was this freshly trained medical officer, and abby was- abby was just abby.

her dad began noticing her more too - previously too preoccupied with his firefly duties and his favourite student. now his little girl was slipping away from him, he finally began paying her the amount of attention she’d craved for so long.

before, their conversations had often drifted into talk of mel and her new achievements, or his hopes of a vaccine, or some animal he was tracking. never anything about his daughter’s life.

having a boyfriend made her interesting, it gave the other girls something to envy. which was a nice reversal, for a while. then her dad died, and she had become this object of pity. owen helped a bit, she supposed. he tried to distract her and keep her focused on their new role as soldiers, but she barely cared about him anymore. all she wanted was revenge, and with revenge, came you.

you were one of the gyms trainers, passionate about helping the members of the wlf stay fit and healthy! you’d helped her start lifting weights, squealed as she reached every milestone, and had remarked jokingly about just how much you loved her new physique.

it was innocent at first, the most being her brain going a little fuzzy when you’d bit your lip while spotting her; a slight blush when you’d hugged her a little too tight. then, once she and owen were finally broken up, these new pictures began hanging themselves on the walls of her mind. still, innocent, just slightly tainted with desire - the true nature of them still an avoidable matter for her back then.

when she could ignore the truth in her recent behaviour, abby loved spending time with you. after all, you were just really good friends! anyway, she’d had a boyfriend before so everyone knew she was normal, and absolutely not different, and she would never ever have to feel like an outsider.

yet it took a mere three months before she gave up on this foolish lie. she liked you, and as long as nobody ever found out, it wouldn’t matter.

but as her mind grew dark and twisted - joel a constant topic in her head as she obsessed over finally getting to enact revenge - her thoughts got worse in turn. she wanted you - filthily and desperately.

every gym session ended with another cold shower, a desperate plea for her body to stop and let her focus on the task at hand; a hopeless attempt to bury this ache into the ground; an endless endeavour to escape these urges for just one second.

but then she came back changed, every hair on her body endlessly erected with guilt. the way she’d killed him so mercilessly, the way it had done nothing to ease the pain, and the way you had tormented her mind ceaselessly throughout the entire trip.

maybe, had she never met you, she could’ve just killed him and been satisfied. maybe had you never offered to train her personally, she could’ve just stayed comfortable in that stuffy closet. maybe if she found the right man she’d stop feeling this way.

abby deemed such ideas unfathomable now.

owen made her feel nothing. being with him was like an eternal thursday, an endless wait for the week’s end and its pleasure to turn up at her door. every day she’d wait for some spark to arrive, the routine only becoming more and more tedious by the minute. but he helped her get people’s attention, which was enough when she was just abby.

but then she was abby anderson, top scar killer and isaac’s favourite. she got attention on her own, she was praised for her own accomplishments: people worshipped the fucking ground she walked on. but they didn’t know who she really was.

they didn’t know she liked girls the way she was supposed to like boys. she’d seen it in enough of those wlf movie nights - cruel jokes about anyone who even thought about being different. she’d heard the way people gossiped, “did you hear that they’re moving lesbians into the family unit? what a joke.”

they said it like it was something dirty, something egregious, something that she had to hate about herself. so she did.

but as long as she kept it secret, kept it locked away in her mind, maybe she’d be okay. after all, only your actions talk: it was the age old question really, if a tree falls in a forest and no one else hears it, does it make a sound?

abby fell back against her bed sheets, calloused hands pushing her cargos down to her ankles as she replayed the sight of you in her mind. bent over - she felt like you were trying to tempt her on purpose.

she felt like a heathen; staring, fantasizing, worshipping. her mind was bursting with the idea of every possible position she could put you in; head a chorus of every little noise she wanted to hear you make; eyes screwed shut as depravity filled her every sense.

she shoved her bralette up her chest roughly, fingertips dragging over her nipples with little mercy. she pinched them, the peach skin stinging underneath her touch.

she wanted it to hurt; wanted it to feel like some sort of punishment for her thoughts. but as her hips bucked into the air, a long whine dragging from her clenched jaw, she realised it needed to hurt more.

she imagined you, finding her like this. disgust burnt into your features - what the fuck was she doing? repeating your name like some subverted prayer, fingers harshly scratching along her stomach as she tried to make the pleasure feel more like pain, trying to induce some connection between the two.

if it hurt enough, would she stop? force herself to forget? could she torture this part of herself until it surrendered?

her hand slipped over the top of her boxers, a finger running tentatively over her clit through the now darkened fabric. she bit down on her lip, groaning against it as she pushed down harder and harder, attempting to break through the skin.

another finger pressed down, beginning to draw circles down on the throbbing bud. she jolted against her own touch, your head between her legs burning into her mind. your hands, trailing along her flesh - groping at her with little tenderness; tongue, swiping at her pussy with no intent of fulfillment: she wanted you to make her weep, smoke out her lungs with shame, deny her from gratification until all she could feel was regret.

she pulled away, only to cover her fingertips with her spit - diving under her boxers to continue with her corruption. abby let out a strangled sigh, hips grinding against her fingers as they toyed with her clit.

she moved a hand to her hair, knuckles stretching against her scalp as she began to pull her braid. she grunted, yanking even harder. she whispered your name: pained, hopeless.

she sped up her assault against her pussy, feeling that pit in the bottom of her stomach begin to grow. “pleasepleaseplease” her voice cracked as she begged, unsure what she was pleading for.

she wanted to stop, but she needed to try and make this feeling go away. she knew it would come back, it always did - but even five minutes free from your torment on her mind might save her.

her fingers kept going, drawing desperate circles against her weeping pussy relentlessly. the void was growing, almost consuming her entirely at this point. she thought of you laughing at her current state: a crying mess, pussy wet with perversion.

it was sick, really - how the idea of you hating her for this made her need even worse. you’d probably think it appalling: someone who was supposed to be your friend, now sat here burning at the thought of you.

a part of her wished that you shared this sickness. that you too let yourself be overwhelmed by the thought of sin. maybe you didn’t let the guilt swallow you whole - she hoped so.

but there was no point lingering in the what-ifs, they were far too fleeting.

her deft fingers quickened their pace, the ache all consuming. the climb began - a desperate jump towards oblivion. closer, closer. the flames scorched her bedsheets as her breathing hastened.

fuck, she hissed before reaching the apex with a scream of your name. a scream? a whisper? a thought? it didn’t make her actions any less deplorable.

her conscience grabbed pleasure by the throat as she ripped her fingers away, putting out the blaze on her hips like a cigarette crushed on the ground.

the desire imploded within the walls of her torso; scratching against her insides in the vengeance of her denial.

it was wrong; she had to stop it. yet still, the guilt poured into her lungs with no chance of resolve. she was a fool for thinking it would fix her. maybe next time it would work. maybe next time the exorcism would finally purify her.

until next time.

[valalice]

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a/n. as promised, here she is! thank you, each and every one of you amazing, beautiful, n lovely people. giving all 1,000 of you smooches on your foreheads <3

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN.

older gf!cait's punishment for you. she makes you work for it. milf!cait lets you ride her nipple. getting you worked up. her fingers reach all the right places. overstimulation & praise & cunt slapping. make her cum and she'll think about touching you later. she traps you. taking her strap. getting her upset, so now she has to fuck you over her desk. she's got you tied up ft. teasing & cunt slaps. her nighttime book got boring.

VI.

letting her pretty gf grind on her and let her grope her tits. mutual masturbation but you guys can't help touching each other. tit sucking & thigh grinding & fingering. she's a moaner. using her fingers. she's not done yet. fingering you while she uses a vibe on herself. you treat her good ft. fingering & cunt slapping. she loves missionary. tempo.

SEVIKA.

she takes it slow with you. she doesn't need to get up for air. big mama. reverse cowgirl. messy makeout. letting her rest after a hard day. strap so good she makes you cream on her. keeping you down. tribbing with sevi. she can be sweet. making you squirt on her strap.

JINX.

she loves to sit on your face. playing with your tits. making you dumb on her strap. shes's obsessed with you. she was being a brat, so you put her in her place. grinding and vibe. she's giddy. putting a plug in her and denying her. the only time she'll ever shut up.

MEL MEDARDA.

strapping her for the first time. sharing a double ended dildo. tribbing. she fucks you and looks good while doing so. prettiest pussy ever. she's been busy with the council lately, but she makes it up to you. making a mess. reminding you who makes you feel this good.

ABBY ANDERSON.

you guys are at it all night. she loves to eat. she loves you so much. you missed each other. riding your face ft. choking & tit play. grinding and feeling up on each other. bouncing back on it. tribbing with abs. she finally has her room to herself. you're not running from it. ass groping. she couldn't wait to get her hands on you.

ELLIE WILLIAMS.

mornings with her. pt2. taking what you want. what she sends you when she's desperate. she loves making you guys kiss. she's a squirter. distracting streamer!ellie. she's a finger banger ft. tit sucking. going on a picnic. maintaining eye contact. tasting yourself on her fingers. she loves having a pretty girl on top of her. you promise gamer!ellie that if she wins you'll let her cum. intimate moments.

CHLOE PRICE.

she's high and all she wants to do is munch . . . on you. hope you guys don't get caught in the woods. fingering you while she's driving. you're supposed to stay quiet. you and her have an agreement. the movie got boring. you don't have any money, so you'll have to repay dealer!chloe some other way. the house is empty.

please, let me know if any links aren't working!

[graciedollie]

Abby Anderson Twitter Links

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ᯓᡣ𐭩saw other people doin this and lowkey wanted to have a go ᯓᡣ𐭩

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ᡣ𐭩 fingerfucking her pretty girl

ᡣ𐭩 making out w/ abby <3

ᡣ𐭩 stretching you out

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ᡣ𐭩 after scenes of your first date with abs

ᡣ𐭩 stress relieving with abby

ᡣ𐭩 taking her time with you

ᡣ𐭩 innocent movie night with abby, right?

ᡣ𐭩 how well she treats her girl <3

ᡣ𐭩 obsessed with your tits

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who should i do next ???

[hcneymooners]

i know this might be controversial, but enough is enough.

as someone who grew up in the rigidity—and, at times, oppressive nature—of roman catholicism, i am so tired of the religious!reader trope where they’re portrayed as so innocent they’re practically a child. we were not innocent. we knew the names of our bodies, the weight of shame, and the crushing complexity of guilt. i knew that my vagina was a vagina.

the sheer amount of extremely innocent!religious!reader fics is unsettling. they turn the reader into this caricature—wide-eyed, naive, almost infantilized, complete with pigtails and an oversized cross necklace perfect for a porn video thumbnail.

for me—and for a lot of other lesbians i’ve bonded with over religious trauma—it was never about innocence. it was about guilt. guilt over pleasure, guilt over sin, and all the ways we punished ourselves for being human.

we weren’t these overgrown children teetering around in purity. we were messy, complicated, and burdened by shame in ways that were far more nuanced than these portrayals ever capture. enough, please.

[sugarbcnes]

NSFW 18+

abby has always been real proud of her physique. despite the comments from painfully insecure men “you look like a man!”, there’s was always one reason she never cared.

she fucking loves this shit.

it was something you begged for often. first thing in the morning, while watching a movie, right before bed.

your hands planted on her chest, palms accidentally pressed against her nipples as you try to gain leverage. your head drops, eyes screwed shut as you rock your hips back and forth. your arousal glistens on her skin, leaking through the grooves of her abs. the mix of her skin and the soft little spikes of hair that cover her stomach and snail trail create friction against your clit. the prettiest sounds fall from your mouth as she gently massages your thighs that are pressed to either side of her torso.

“that’s it baby.”

she’ll whisper soft praises as she watches you come undone on her. she feels a sense of pride in knowing she’s just made you cum from just laying there as you used her body. no strap, no fingers, no mouth. just her sculpted muscles.

ab riding with abby. 🫶🏼

[ladyblackbirdart]

A short crossover comic I did to celebrate reaching 1k on another platform (almost 1k on here too omg???) it was posted in two parts hence the “to be continued” but DAMN this took forever! So cool to see it all together!!

[ashlynlovestlou]

abby x anxious! virgin! reader

synopsis: abby teaches her an anxiety-ridden virgin girlfriend how to have sex.

cw: NSFW , abby x reader , smut , abby talks you through it , thigh riding , sub! reader , soft dom! abby , afab! reader , dry humping , use of pet names

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abby's been your girlfriend for a few months now, but you've been putting off having sex with her. solely because of your stupid nerves.

the thought of being naked in front of someone, then hearing your noises and seeing your face and touching your most intimate spots that nobody has reached before. it made you panic just thinking about it.

but abby knew of your fears. she was patient, and she cared about you more than anything on god's green earth.

so when your twice-weekly date came around on a friday night, something felt off. you'd been horny before, and usually you knew how to take care of it, but not quite like this. your legs were tingling and there was an ache where aches shouldn't be.

of course abby, being the observant girlfriend she is, noticed your squirming halfway through the movie the two of you were watching.

"what's wrong, baby?" she asks, looking down at you with a furrowed brow.

"huh? nothing." you respond quickly, crossing your legs and leaning against her shoulder.

abby knew better than to believe you, "you okay? you seem squirmy."

"i'm okay." you respond, a little too quickly. her suspicions only rose because of your soft and nervous tone, "just feel a little weird."

"weird how? you got a stomach ache?"

"no."

"then what–" she stops what she's saying, a shit-eating grin growing on her face, "oh."

you don't respond, biting your bottom lip and unsure what to do. you could sneak away to the bathroom to try to get off on your own. but you know abby has been waiting so patiently for this moment.

"youre horny, yeah?"

your heart sinks in your chest. it took you a moment to realize how she figured it out so quickly. she saw your squirms and the way your thighs flexed every once in a while, trying to create some friction for yourself.

she spreads her thighs apart a bit, creating a perfect manspread. she taps her lap, "come sit. let me take care of it for you."

"abby, i dunno.."

"baby." she says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "i promise i can make you feel so much better than your pillow can. c'mon, sweet pea."

you hesitate, nibbling on your bottom lip. your heart was in your throat, and you were fidgeting with your earlobe. one of your anxious habits.

she tugs your hand away from your ear, kissing your knuckles. she gently tugs you forward into her, "i won't hurt you, sweet girl. c'mon, honey." she guides you by the hips to straddle her lap. she rubs her thumbs up and down the soft plush of your thighs, "let me show you, okay?"

you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. she takes her shirt off first so that you don't feel embarrassed to do the same. once she's down to her black sports bra she slowly takes yours off too, giving you time to stop her if you wanted.

but you don't, so she keeps going.

once the two of you are both in your underwear, her warm and bulky hands settle on your hips, "you okay?"

you nod, unsure where to put your hands. she notices this and laughs softly, "i'll walk you through it, okay?"

"okay..."

"tell me what you do to your little pillow when you feel like this, baby."

"i.. um.." you struggle to get the words out, your cheeks red from embarrassment, "i put it between my legs."

"hmm.." she hums, "then what?"

"i like.. clamp it there."

she plays with your hair, her entire hand embracing the side of your head, "and it makes you feel good? riding your little pillow?" you nod sheepishly, resting your head on her shoulder, "show me."

"what?"

"i want you to make yourself feel good. i know you wanna." she says, kissing your hairline.

"abby, i dont know how–"

she gives your hips a little squeeze, starting to guide you to grind on her lap. the cloth of her boxers rubs against the sheer fabric of your lacy panties, the feeling alone making you gush. you whimper as you feel yourself getting wetter. you're tempted to get off her lap so she doesn't feel the dampness coming from your cunt. she notices you starting to hover, so she pulls you back down. "don't be embarrassed. i want to see you feel good." she guides your hips to move a bit faster, and you moan in response, "can i touch you?"

you look at her, confused because she's already touching you.

she glances down at your crotch rubbing against her lap, then she looks back up at you, "down there, sweet girl. please, honey. wanna feel how wet you are."

you nod, your nerves starting to dissipate.

she snakes a hand down your stomach, her fingertips sliding into your panties. when the pads of her fingers meet your folds she groans, "oh, baby... you ever been this wet before?"

you shake your head, rubbing yourself against her digits.

"there you go, grind down just like that, mhm."

her words of encouragement make you speed up a little bit. she beams at you, so proud that her girl is finally comfortable enough to let her feel you in such an intimate place.

"gonna go inside, okay?" she says before slipping two of her fingers inside your sopping cunt. you moan at the intrusion, your movements switching from back and forth to up and down.

abby chuckles, kissing your cheek. she's so happy that she can finally see her baby in this light. on her lap, a moaning mess, "you're so pretty, mama."

you smile and open your eyes to look at abby. she pecks your forehead, rubbing tight circles around your swollen bud. you clean around her and she pulls you closer so your chest is flush against hers. she knew you were close before you did, guiding your hips to bounce on her fingers faster.

when you finally come undone you mutter tens of 'thank you's' into her ear. you'd made yourself feel good many times, but you'd never felt quite like this.

"thank you, abby." you whisper to her.

she nods in response, "no need to thank me. next time you feel like that, you come to me, m'kay?"

you hum in agreement, closing your eyes and starting to drift to sleep.

[angelsforthenight]

bumping cooters with abby (with panties on) 𝜗𝜚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

underwear teasing with abby would be the most fun thing ever! imagine grinding against her, both of you still sporting panties whilst your legs are interlocked, hips rutting against each other roughly. arousal oozes through, making the way you move against each other slick and slippery.

“fuuuuck.” abby whines, her muscled arm rippling from the exertion. she clutches your thigh for good leverage, rolling her hips harder. the sounds you two are making are obscene, not just the moans and mewls that are filling the room, but also the wet noises of your clothed pussies rubbing against each other. clearly, there’s nothing dry about this dry humping.

“holy shit, abby.” you gasp, voice raw from pleasure. you can feel your stomach tighten, your pleasure reaching unbearable amounts. your movements, alongside hers start to become inconsistent and sloppy as you two near release.

abby knows you’re close, so she pushes your panties aside to catch your clit beneath the pad of her thumb: rolling slow, tight circles on it. you whimper loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hips jerk and buckle erratically.

you respond by heightening the friction, satisfying abby’s aching flesh, adorned by the barrier of your underwear.

it doesn’t take long at all for you both to reach your peak, shuddering intensely as you two make a mess of your underwear, sticky evidence pooling and even dripping down your thighs. such a tease, a buzz. a game.

[abbyscoochiecruncher]

Something to hold you over <3

[mystellenia]

dom!abby losing control୨ৎ

summary: abby's composed and rough facade is destroyed by an unexpected and embarrassing orgasm.

content: answer to this req!! dom!abby, kinda mean! abby, sub!reader, make out, fingering (r!receiving), teasing, humiliation if you squint and shake the phone, strap on sex (muehehehhehe) (r!receiving), overstim (a!receiving), abby being rough with reader, degrading (r!receiving)

notes: havent posted in almost 2 months 😍 school is whooping my ass and midterms are coming up so basically i’ll be killing myself soon. enjoy this to feed on for the next x weeks until i post again

(wc 1.8k)

abby's rough hands grip onto the backs of your thighs and lift you up, dropping you harshly on the kitchen counter as she cups the back of your neck to pull you back in for a kiss. you throw your arms around her neck, and your fingers make quick work of undoing the golden braid falling down the length of her back, scratching her scalp and making her groan. 

you grab her hair in fistfuls and pull on them to expose her neck, abby hissing at the twisted pleasure prickling across her scalp. her throat bobs with a thick swallow while you coat the skin of her neck with sloppy kisses, her hips hungrily grinding up into yours.  

"jesus, baby... fuck." abby's hands grab the hem of your loose t-shirt to lift it over your head, your braless tits exposed and nipples hardening at the sharp chill of the air. her swollen lips latch onto the side of your neck and make you dizzy, and you swiftly undo her belt buckle and pull it out of her jeans' belt loops. just when you unbutton them and grab onto the zipper to unzip it, her thick, rough palm closes around your throat, and you choke on your saliva at the startle. 

"you're being especially whorish today. slow down—you're not the one in control here." her thumb and first two fingers squeeze on the sides of your throat and restrict the blood flow to your head, making it feel heavy on your shoulders and your vision deliciously fog up.  

she slowly releases her iron grip on your throat and slides her hand down to your chest, her left hand tweaking and palming at your nipple. with her other hand, slow and deliberately teasing, she unties the drawstring of your pajama pants and pulls one leg out of them, spreading your legs wide to make room for her muscular body to fit in between them.  

you're left with only underwear on, your thin pajama pants floppily dangling from your foot from behind abby's back. abby roughly shoves her hand into your underwear and cups you, feeling your thrumming clit on her palm and the small wet spot on your underwear on her knuckles. 

breathing into your ear, she mumbles, "be good for me and don't fucking move, 'kay?" she then harshly thrusts her middle finger into your pussy, its soft walls quickly morphing to make room for the intrusion. you cry out and throw your head back into the kitchen cabinet, softly wincing at the impact.  

she presses inside you on that smooth spot at exactly the depth of her finger, almost as if she was the only one meant to find it, and your eyes water the way they always do when she massages inside you. her now swollen lips scatter bruises and marks along the side of your neck in a line, breadcrumbs to remind you in the morning of the skilled way she undoes your composure so easily.  

"i'll never get enough of the way your skin tastes," she purrs into your shoulder, and you pathetically whine in response, her brazen praises flustering you beyond words. she tries, and fails, to ignore the needy throbbing of her neglected clit underneath the seam of her pants, the slightest movement pressing the seam up against it and making her clench. 

golden waves cascade down her face and frame her strong cheekbones, hiding the way her eyes stayed high up in the back of her head at the smell of your skin. your fingers tightly thread through her hair, your grip tightening as you periodically let out little mewls into the shell of her ear.  

she trades the massaging of your g-spot for slow, but deep thrusts into your pussy, adding her index finger without warning and making your back bow. 

"oh, my go- my- abby," you pant out, unable to get more than three words out at a time before her careless ruining of your weeping cunt sucks the air out of you. you start babbling how she shouldn't stop, a telltale sign that your climax was approaching. 

your hand shoots to the wrist pumping her fingers into your pussy, your fingers wrapping around it in a vice-like grip to try and slow her movements down in overstimulation. her free hand snaps to your jaw and squeezes your cheeks together, condescendingly shaking your head side to side. 

"why you grabbing my wrist, baby? you want me to stop? yeah?" her voice raises in pitch to mock your whining. "you wanted this so fucking bad, so take it, slut." 

she throws your head back against the cabinet and shakes her wrist of your hand, beginning to jackhammer her fingers into your abused hole at a murderous pace. in the corner of your nearly closed eyes, you see your pajama pants fall from your foot to the floor. your whining and whimpering quickly fills the room, all the while abby watches every change in your face with a close eye.  

you cum with a yelp, both hands flying to her own to stop her brutal assault while you dumbly stare into her eyes slack jawed with your brows tightly twisted in ecstasy. abby removes her fingers from inside you and immediately pulls your face to hers, teeth clashing in a lewdly sloppy kiss.  

planting her hands underneath your thighs, she effortlessly hoists you up and carries you down the hall to your shared bedroom, all without disconnecting your lips once. upon entering, she throws you down onto the bed and swiftly pulls her henley over her head, her small boobs clad in a simple, grey bra. 

"go get me my cock, baby. the black one." her pants were already unbuttoned from your earlier rushed undressing, but the zipper still remained untouched. her thick fingers pinch the silver and slowly slide it down, and you quite literally salivate at the sight.  

pushing down a thick swallow, your body turns towards the closet to get abby's strap. your head closely follows after tearing your sticky gaze from her now exposed v-line, little tufts of light brown hair leading to her core in a teasing, almost coaxing way. upon entering the closet, you bend down to the dark blue box in the corner of the small room, and your nipples brush your knee, suddenly making you aware that she so effortlessly ordered you to get her strap, and you so pliably listened, almost fully naked, at that. you might as well have crawled to the closet on all fours with how you mindlessly obeyed her like a dog does its owner. 

shaking your mild embarrassment, you palm the long, dark strap and pivot back around to return to abby. she stands tall and sturdy—unmoving like a tree—watching your naked figure make its way back to her. 

"take your underwear off for me," she says under her breath, her breathing made heavy by hunger. 

you perch on the edge of the bed and scoot back, pulling your underwear down your legs and kicking it off to some spot on the floor. abby pushes her jeans and boxers over her ass just enough for the base of the strap to sit snugly against her pounding clit once she steps into the harness, the contact enough to make her sharply wince. 

grabbing you by the ankles, she roughly pulls you to the edge of the bed and lifts your feet up near each side of her head, rubbing her warm palms up and down your legs. simultaneously, her hips push forward and slide the length of the strap along your pussy, the toy gliding against your skin with ease thanks to the obscene amount of cum that coated your lips from your orgasm. 

"please... just... just put it in," you whisper, tired of the teasing. 

"i will. just wait a little—be patient." she gently lowers your legs to wrap around her hips and lock behind her back. then, she pauses before adding, "do you know how to do that when you're acting like such a slut?" like she'd caught herself being too nice and had to balance it out. 

all you can do is whine in response and hope to feel the delicious sting of her pushing the tip in soon. her hips rock back and forth one, two, three times while she intently watches, entranced by the way your pussy clenches every time the tip of her cock passes over your clit. 

her hips sharply jerk back, and she incoherently mutters a string of words under her breath. ending her cruel teasing, she swipes her hand down your swollen cunt to gather your cum and coats the tip of the strap with it. lining it up with your twitching hole, she sinks into you and smirks at your jaw dropping ever lower in pleasure. 

she starts her thrusts in a rather swift cadence, luring sweet cries out from your throat, suppressed grunts coming from her own. 

"fuck, i've been thinking about this all day. you don't even know, baby." her speech comes out fast and strained as she tries to speak before her groans and grunts interrupt the words. "i could live in this pussy, and it would welcome me with tears running down your legs." 

"yes," you pant out, the one word your dumbified brain can remember. 

very quickly, though, abby's thrusts get random and sloppy. shrill, high-pitched squeaks spill from her lips, a striking contrast to her formerly composed grunts and dirty words. she abruptly pulls out, and her hands frantically dart to her hips to push the base of the strap off her engorged clit, her lower stomach hurting from overstimulation. 

with the harness shoved down to her mid-thigh, she sat on the edge of the bed partially turned away, muttering a quiet shit to herself. you gawk at her with scared, wide eyes, terrified that something had gone wrong or hurt her. you see her eyelids flutter as she turned away in what seemed like embarrassment. her chest was madly rising and falling, too, from her attempts to catch her breath, and you scoff in both disbelief and twisted arousal. 

"baby," you call out, placing your hand on her bicep. "did you just cum?" 

she's quiet for a long while before shoving her face into her hands to hide her humiliation. "god, i didn't mean to." 

you can't help but let out a little giggle, and she falls back onto the bed, throwing her arm over her eyes. "it's not funny!" 

"it kinda is," you tease, but your laughter dies in your throat when you see a small wet patch on her pants where the base of the strap touched the fabric. 

you lick your lips, letting your eyes drop to her bra and thinking of the skin it so cruelly hid. 

"it was really hot, too." 

@abbysbug @abbys-gay @abbysunderwear @moonalumi @andersonsprincess

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all done yayaya. i dont know why i cant write something under 1k words like i told myself this was gonna be short and then i hit 4 pages and was like oopsies. u better like it bc i have a huge exam tomorrow that i shouldve been studying for but instead i was writing this erotica to post on tumblr.com. so go ahead and smash that subscribe button and reblog a billion times and comment your favorite part of this video (erotica posted to tumblr.com)

kay night night western hemisphere baddies goodmorning/afternoon everyone else love u bye bye

[macabremilieu]

stay with me now. (abby smut drabble)

abby, who would be obsessed with doing it from behind in every way, shape, and form imaginable. (this is your choke kink warning)

♡

if you were sleepy, she'd have you laid in front of her, her warm body spooning you from behind, carding through your locks.

it would start sweetly and innocently enough, with her large and calloused hands gently rubbing up and down your side. down... down... down. and before you'd know it, the soft pads of her fingertips would be rubbing neat little circles into your bundle of sensitive nerves, eliciting the whiniest noises you'd ever made.

or...

if you'd been the biggest brat in the world all day. she'd have you ass up, face down. head shoved into the pillows, drooling and blabbering incoherently as she slammed into your helpless body from behind.

"yeah, s'that good, baby? you feel good?" she'd mock, grinning as she threaded her thick digits through your hair, tugging your head up off the pillow. "tell me. s'it feel good?" she'd try to force an answer out of you, but poor you, your brain just couldn't form a thought. you'd several pretty, pink marks on your ass by the end of it.

or maybe you were just so, so needy.

you'd need her to pound into you relentlessly. she'd help, of course.

sat on her lap, her arms hooked under your knees, forcing you to be on display. her hips would drill in and out of your sopping cunt, making the loveliest noises she'd ever heard. not to mention the pretty little moans she'd easily get out of you.

"there y'go, doll, that's it. keep makin' those noises for me." she'd coo into your ear, watching with an evil grin as she fucked you stupid. she'd take a disgusting amount of pleasure in watching that little bulge form on your tummy as she thrust so fucking deep. "gonna cum, baby, yeah? you wanna cum?" of course, after your whining all day, she'd make sure you came. over... and over... and over.

she'd especially love to do that in front of a mirror, where she could watch her cock get sucked into your pussy. where she could watch your face lose all coherence as she just kept going.

or maybe she'd have you bent over the counter...

meant to be a quickie in the bathroom, that was all. but the poor girl hadn't packed her strap in her bag. no issue for her. she had no problem bending you over the counter and watching with a grin as her girthy fingers slid in and out of you; covered in your sticky arousal, of course. she'd force you to look. to watch what she was doing to you. one hand in your hair and forcing your face up toward the mirror, the other mercilessly using your pussy. she'd keep eye contact with you the whole time, just to fuck with you. to embarrass you.

of course, not to say that she didn't love a little missionary. of course, she'd love to gently kiss your neck while she kept a steady pace, one hand softly kneading your breast.

or even forcing you to hold your knees to your chest while she held your waist in one hand, your throat in the other. she'd love to watch your face.

but...

there was something about those special little noises you'd make when she used you from behind. the way it felt to hold your body snugly back against hers. it was her favorite.

♡

[foreingersgod]

this…can’t be real wtf 😭

[rhearipleysragdoll]

Abby Anderson x Male Reader Headcannons!!!

She fucks your sister.

[starrywilliams]

i privated this after a few hours after i posted it but like idk y…

thinking about abby at a bar …

a ceo!abby drabble

notes: this is not amazing (nor very long) butttt i have other stuff coming soonish and i just wanted to post something !!

tags: nothing bad rly… drinking? me being down bad for abby?

wc: 0.8k

thinking about ceo!abby deciding to spend her evening in some shitty bar, sick of all the uptight pretentious people she usually has to spend her nights with. she walked in: the music was loud, the air was thick, and it was exactly what she was looking for.

you’d spotted her immediately - an interloper. suit still on - albeit her navy jacket now folded over her arm; sparkling watch far too visible for her to be accustomed to the unspoken rules yet; and a presence that just demanded attention. who was she?

you wondered why she was here. most people came here to distract themselves, to hide, to forget. was she one of them too? as she approached the bar, you had to try and hide your stares, but you were intrigued.

“you shouldn’t wear a watch like that around here.” you told her as you poured a beer, handing it to some man before leaning over the sticky bar to take a closer look at her. blue eyes, freckled skin, blonde hair falling over her shoulders in waves. she peered back with slight shock at your candid warning - who were you?

“so, what can i get for ya?” you asked, pushing a strand of hair back behind your ear as you pushed yourself back from the wooden countertop. “anything.” she answered, eyes meeting yours with a hopeless desperation. “tequila?” you replied, grabbing a shot glass before she had the chance to disagree.

“so why are you here?” you interrogated, pouring the clear liquid into the glass without breaking the continuance of your sharp analysis of her appearance; which was now coloured shocked, hues of scarlet and rose dancing over her skin.

“do you ask everyone such personal questions or am i just tonight’s lucky victim?” she quipped, a smirk growing as her head tilted to the side. you raised your eyebrows, pushing a slice of lime and a tray of salt in front of her. “most people answer them.”

“oh do they?” she laughed, reaching to undo her cuffs; placing the links on the counter before pulling the fabric down her forearms. “i suppose at your usual bar they don’t talk to you much… bet it’s nice, someone playing the piano while you all drink scotch - neat, of course.” you jested, noticing how her tongue poked into her cheek, amused by you.

“and for your information, yeah, they d-” you barely managed, suddenly being distracted by her newly revealed skin. her arms, you’d almost gasped, they were so big and god, you could’ve drunk the blood from her veins there and then, and was that a scar? jesus christ, they were sooo-

“what was that, sorry?” she interrupted, a teasing tone rife in her words. “yeah they do actually!” you smiled coyly, leaning forward: abby’s eye contact faltering as she briefly indulged in your cleavage - just as shameless as you had been.

“give me your hand.” you ordered, taking it in your hand when she easily complied. “what are you doing?” she asked, not getting an answer before you brushed your free thumb over your tongue - proceeding to wet the back of her hand with your spit.

her jaw fell as her eyes widened, now watching you rub some salt into the area. “you ready?” you asked, passing her the shot while she simply stared starry-eyed in your direction, still taken aback by your very forward action.

“wait, you do know how to do this, right?” you quickly interjected, for all you know that girl could’ve been a complete novice! after all, who walks around this part of town dressed like that. she didn’t seem very experienced.

“i went to college, y’know.” she replied, voice low. “ah, so you don’t just drink scotch! nice to know.” you jested, biting your lip playfully. she was going to show you everything she’d learnt in college, the drinking part at least.

“what’s your name?” abby abruptly asked, smiling when you answered, “pretty.” you rolled your eyes playfully, asking for hers in return. “well,” she held the shot up, dedicating it to you, “here goes nothing.”

she dragged her tongue through the salt, before quickly downing the liquor - replacing its burn with the lime swiftly. with a relaxed grin, she met your eyes once more. but your view drifted to the liquid just slightly running over her lip: your thumb reaching to swipe it off instinctively.

before you even realised what you were doing, you felt her lips wrap around your thumb, teeth gently scraping the skin as her tongue swirled around the pad. “abby-” you gasped, putting the newly learned name to use as your pupils blew before her.

“sorry, i don’t know why i did that- fuck.” she rambled after pulling back, staring at the counter in shock. the blasting music that ricocheted off every wall doing little to help, the pair of you frozen in some haze of awe and panic.

“no- no, it’s okay. um, i don’t get off for a while but if you wanna wait, we can- we can go-” you went on, unsure what to say to salvage the situation.

“i’ll wait.”

[abbyslapdog]

man, i bet some big, beefy woman knuckle-deep in me this holiday would finally fix that faulty wiring in my brain

[bblairxe]

power play with sevika , 18+ mdni !

“i really can be dominant, sev, i promise!” you whine, straddling her lap. her big, calloused hands run up and down the sides of your waist. she could easily put you in any position if she wanted to, but she’s hearing you out.

“is that so?” she questions, her tone condescending. her pupils are blown out, and her gaze is filled with lust. “alright then, dominate me, doll.” she has a wide grin stretched across her face. you can tell she’s enjoying this.

her statement catches you off guard, leaving you stuttering and at a loss for words. she couldn’t possibly expect you to overpower her. she’s so much taller and stronger than you!

“oh, uh—i- where’s the- uh, strap?” you sputter, looking anywhere but her eyes.

sevika’s hand shoots up, grabbing your jaw and making you meet her gaze. your face heats up under her intense stare, and suddenly everything feels warm, dizzy, and intoxicating.

“use your words, doll,” she says, her tone raspy yet stern. “don’t get shy on me now.”

you shake away your thoughts, trying to regain composure. “can you get the strap for me, vika?” you mewl sweetly, running your hands through her dark, disheveled hair.

“tch. dominant but can’t get a fuckin’ strap yourself. hilarious,” she mutters before gently sliding you off her lap. she disappears for a moment and returns with the black silicone harnessed toy already secured firmly around her hips.

just the sight of her like this makes your arousal pool in your panties. she sits back down on the worn couch, her legs spread wide. her muscles glisten with sweat, and her hooded eyes track your every move. she’s waiting for you to make the next move, but when you see her sitting there, so big and ready, you freeze.

she groans your name, snapping you out of your trance. you finally move toward her, settling back on her thighs as you begin to rock your hips.

soft whines and moans escape you as you keep your eyes on hers, your hands traveling along her biceps, tracing the lines of her toned arms. her gaze flickers down to your cleavage, and you smirk, leaning in closer.

“my eyes are up here, sevvy,” you murmur teasingly.

she chuckles lowly, but you can see your teasing is starting to chip away at her resolve. her hands come to your hips, gripping them firmly and rocking you harder against her lap.

you let out a broken moan, your pleasure starting to take over. but you smack her wrist lightly, leaning into her ear. “don’t touch unless i tell you to.”

you pull back to see her reaction, and the look she gives you could kill. it takes every ounce of her control not to flip you over and ruin you right there.

sevika lets out a glob of spit into her hand, stroking her cock with it, prepping it for you. the sight alone is so pornographic you nearly orgasm on the spot. her eyes stay locked on yours as she works herself, your sweet little whimpers filling the room like music.

right when you feel like you’re about to gush all over her, you let up. you guide her cock to your entrance, coating it with your slick as you moan sweet nothings into her ear—her name, how good she feels, how she’s the only one who makes you this desperate.

slowly, you sink down onto her, feeling every inch stretch and fill you until you completely bottom out.

“you’re really committed to this, huh, mama?” sevika growls in your ear. her hands twitch, desperate to touch you, but she’s holding herself back, if only barely.

you only moan in response, focused on keeping your pace steady. but you start to get frustrated. sevika still has the upper hand, and you need to change that. you grab her wrists and pin them above her head, smirking at your small victory. even though you know she can break free at any second, she lets you have it.

your movements grow erratic as the knot in your stomach tightens, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. your free hand trails up to her neck, teasing her skin just before you try to wrap your fingers around her throat.

before you can even blink, her hand shoots up, grabbing your wrist and flipping you onto your back in one fluid motion.

“i said have your fun,” she growls, pinning you beneath her. “not get your ass in trouble.”