#abby anderson x fem! reader

[misserabella]

loosen up

abby anderson x fem! reader

summary; abby was pent up, and angry, and she was taking it out on your team. and you were not gonna have it. you’ll have to loosen her up.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, fighting, cursing, blood, abby being a bitch, teasing, tension, chocking (kinda??), hair pulling, punching, making out, begging, cheating (abby on owen), fingering (a! receiving), tit and nipple play, oral sex (a! receiving), dirty talking…

your blood was boiling. you were winning the game, it was no big deal. but fuck. did she really have to act like that? she was just like a fucking child.

you saw as abby barely defended the other team player as she shot to the hoop, listless, annoyed. you felt your skin crawl in goosebumps when she took the bounce and with a scowl tossed it to one of your teammates hard enough for it to end up getting out of the court.

“what the fuck anderson?!” you yelled at her, scowling. why was she acting like such a bitch. sure. you can be mad. but this is a match. get over it and play.

she ignored you, letting the player she was supposed to defend score.

you couldn’t handle it anymore getting closer to her and pushing at her chest, making her stumble backwards.

she had come today already with a scowl on her face, and after she had gotten mad about something your team had done wrong at the start of the match, she had started taking it out all on your team and sabotaging you. you didn’t care that she was the captain, if there was something everyone knew is that you wouldn’t stay quiet if something was bothering you. and she was infuriating you. “if you’re gonna play like this don’t fucking play!! you’re fucking it up for us!” she pushed you back.

“at least they need me to play. i’m not some bench warmer like you!” she said, and you gritted your teeth, your ego being hurt. “aw, what’s wrong? did i hit a weak spot?” she falsely cooed, and before you knew it you were punching her, making her lip burst and blood tint her skin.

you could hear the stairs filled with people roar, screaming when abby jumped on you, a hand tugging on your hair as her other hand closed into a fist, coming down onto your cheek and making you hiss.

before things could escalate, your coach was running into the court along with the referee to stop the two of you.

“anderson!” he screamed, trapping her arms to push her off of you. she fought against him and the referee who went to help him since abby was quite strong.

you spat blood, your teammates coming up to check on you.

“you two. out.” your coach ordered, forcing the two of you out of the court and into the changing rooms. “anderson. i don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but you better be changing your attitude or i swear to got you won’t be making it to the next game. and you.” he pointed at you. “starting a fight in the middle of a fucking match?” he inquired. “are we in kindergarten?” you huffed, crossing your arms. “i don’t want you coming out of here until you fix whatever you two have going on. i don’t want bullshit on my court.” he said, closing the door to the changing rooms behind him to go back to his game.

the air inside of the room was so dense in tension it could be cut with a knife.

“this is all your fucking fault.” you spat, adrenaline cursing through your veins. sweat was pearling your skin.

“my fault?” she scoffed and you turned to face her. “you’re the one who fucking punched me.”

“yeah well you needed it.” you muttered. “just as much as you need a good fuck. bad thing your little boyfriend doesn’t know how to use his dick, huh?” next thing you knew you were against the wall, a hand tightly around your neck.

“you need to keep your mouth shut.” she growled, and you smirked. you were inches apart, your lips brushing, her breath hitting your face.

“aw… have i hit a weak spot?” you mocked her, throwing back her words at her. “i’m sure owen can’t hit your g spot though. how many times has he make you cum, huh? i’m sure not even once, since you’re acting like such a bitc-” she punched you again, making you shut up and your mouth fill up with blood all over again. you smirked.

you looked into her blue eyes, at her reddening cheeks. “well aren’t you cute, hm? blushing ‘cause i’m on the right?”

“fucking shut up.” she spat, and you leaned closer, pushing against the tightening grip on your neck.

“why don’t you make me, huh?” you whispered against her lips, and your smirk only grew when your saw her angry eyes drift down at your lips.

“you wish.” she muttered and your tongue wetted your lips, watching as she stared.

“by the way you’re looking at me i’m not sure i’m the one wishing for it, anderson.”

“you’re so annoying.” she growled, and you hummed when she quickly and harshly pushed them against your, so hard your head met the wall behind you in a thud. it was a mess. all tongue and teeth. your hands pulled at her blonde braid as her strong body caged you against the cold tile wall. she moaned when you bit down on her broken lip, tasting her blood as she could taste yours on your tongue.

“that’s it abby, take it all out on me, hm?” you muttered, and she cursed when your lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, sucking and biting. “this is what you needed, isn’t it?” you inquired as your hands dived in her shirt, hands cupping her tits over her sports bra and tweaking her nipples. “needed to get the attitude fucked out of you?” she moaned, and you smiled. “but we’re gonna get you all fixed for coach, isn’t that right?” she nodded, biting down on her lip as she felt one of your hands trail down her stomach, your fingertips caressing her abs. “speak up for me cap, why so quiet all of a sudden?” you teased her and she gritted her teeth.

“shut -“ she tried and say, but before she could finish her sentence she was letting out a loud moan as your hand pushed inside her pants and panties, fingers diving in between her slick folds.

“jesus christ. you’re soaked.” you breathed out, your fingertips easily sliding against her clit, making her thighs shake. “is it always like this, hm? can owen make your pussy drool like this?” she shook her head.

“no.” she shook her head in a whimper, one that made your own pussy throb. “fuck. he never… he doesn’t know how to touch me.”

you hummed. “you poor thing. so eager to be fucked and yet can’t get what you need, huh?” you mocked her, and you saw her breath hitch. “do you want it? do you want me to make you cum, abby?” she nodded. “nuh-huh. use your words. such a loud fucking mouth and now you’re getting shy on me? speak.”

“yes. please, make me cum.” she muttered, and you smirked.

“atta girl.” she moaned when you pushed your middle finger inside. “jesus christ. he doesn’t fucking deserve you. pussy so tight…” you groaned, starting to thrust in and out. “she’s so eager. she’s sucking me right in.” she moaned, hiding her flushing face on your neck, although you didn’t let her, tugging on her braid to make her face you. “don’t fucking hide from me. wanna see you fall apart.” her breath hitched, her thighs opening for you to reach deeper into her. you pulled from her so she could be the one now caged against the wall, giving you strength to dive two of your fingers inside her harder. “that’s it. open up for me.”

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” she cried out as you curled them against her g spot, eyes squeezed shut, cunt molding around your fingers.

“who would’ve thought… abby anderson, such a tough girl falling apart so easily on my fingers…” you smirked. “you like it baby? like how i’m fucking you behind your little boyfriends back? what would he say, hm? what would he think if he saw you like this, huh?” your thumb met her throbbing clit. “gonna be good for me once i make you cum? gonna stop being such a fucking bitch?” she nodded. “i bet you are. gonna make you cum so good you’d do anything for me.” you smirked. “look at you. you sweet girl, you just needed your pussy stretched out, hm? get loose, yeah? i bet you taste so fucking sweet, you’re dripping on my fingers.” she moaned, your words were so fucking lewd they were making her head spin. but she loved it. she couldn’t be more turned on. she’d never been this needy, this weak. “tell me, does he eat your pussy, hm?” she didn’t answer, yet her cheeks turned pink and you chuckled. “of course he doesn’t. want me to show you what you deserve? want me to fuck you with my tongue, abby?” she nodded, whining.

“yes please, fuck. please need your tongue.” your smirk grew.

“whatever you say, cap.” you teased her, pulling down her pants and panties with your hands, hearing her moan when your fingers left her hole, feeling empty. “so needy… don’t worry baby.” you said as you kneeled in front of her, pushing one of her strong thighs on top of your shoulder. “i’m gonna fill you up real nice.”

abby could swear she lost all breath when she felt your tongue lick a long strip up her clit from her hole, lapping at her slick with a hum that made her moan so loud you had to pull back to hush her. “you need to stay quiet, baby. don’t want your little boyfriend to hear us, hm?” you inquired, suckling at her clit. the thought of owen just bursting into the changing rooms to find the two of you like this only turned her on more. she shook her head. “then be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”

you dived back in, your tongue sliding in between her folds as you closed your eyes, relishing on how fucking good she tasted. “you taste so good… that dick doesn’t know what he’s missing. could eat this pussy up for hours.” abby whimpered, one of her hands finding your hair to tug you closer. and as much as you wanted to tease her about it, you gave her what she wanted, burying your tongue inside her hole, your nose bumping against her clit.

“oh, fuck.” she cried out, head rolling backwards and bumping against the wall as you curled it, fucking it in and out of her, moaning at the taste of the white creamy pre cum that stained your lips, chin and tongue. you hummed, devouring her like a starved woman before moving on to her clit and plunging two of your fingers back inside of her. you harshly sucked on that little bundle on nerves, feeling her shake as you hit your g spot with every curve of your fingers. “i’m gonna cum.”

“so pent up…” you chuckled by how easily it had been to make her fall apart. “poor baby. go ahead, be a good girl and cum on my face.” you said before going back to her clit, curling your fingers faster and sucking harder. it didn’t take long before her moans got louder —to which she had to muffle herself with her free hand— and creamed all over your mouth. you moaned, lapping at everything she was giving you as you fucked her through it. “atta girl…” you praised, smirking at the shaking of her thighs. she was panting by the time she was done, slightly whimpering at your licks as you cleaned her up. she watched as you pulled your fingers out of her and pushed them inside your mouth, your eyes never leaving hers as you sucked them clean. she bit down on her lip, the hand on your hair slightly tightening. “it’s best we go out there.” you said as you got up from your aching knees. “we’ve got a match to win.” she nodded, getting dressed with flushing cheeks.

after that, abby was back to her normal self, playing to win. in fact, it was the best she had ever played in a long time, and your coach noticed. it was before you went to enter the court on a change that he stopped you.

“i don’t know what the hell you did… but well done.” he said, and you smiled, taking a look at abby, who looked away with a flushed expression.

you shrugged.

“she just needed to loosen up.”

-

a/n; i need her

[coquette-girly0824]

Fluffy Abby stuff (sfw)

Abby would be such a good girlfriend. She would always take care of you asking if you were ok and if you needed anything she would drop whatever she is doing to make sure your comfortable. She would rub her head into your side while cuddling saying she just needs to be closer to you. She would act all tough around her friends but is really a softie. She would be obsessed with you calling you sweet names and always giving you what you need she just wants you to be happy and healthy. She would always want to be near you and have really bad separation anxiety when your not around. She would hug you for hours and not let go. She is such a cutie patootie she would always let you play with her hair. She would kiss your cheeks simply because she loves watching and hearing you giggle. She is gentle and kind and loves you more than anything else in the world

♡

I need her bro or someone like this

[zombholic]

CONSUMED — abby anderson

summary — the fame really consumed her.

description — rockstar!abby, poc fem!reader, explicit content, sfw & nsfw, modern au, no post outbreak.

authors note — this is probably gonna be my favorite series.

It was cold outside, February was always so cold. You were walking around times square with your two close friends Ellie and Jesse, this was on your guys bucket list to go to New York for a week and what perfect time than now.

The bright colors of the billboards, the chatter in the crowds and for some reason you still have this part deep inside of you wishing you would see her.

“I’m fucking starving guys, can we get something to eat?” Jesse spoke up causing you to snap back into reality.

“Always fuckin’ hungry Jess.” Ellie was being sarcastic, rolling her eyes before looking over at you.

“You hungry too?” Her hands rubbed your shoulders noticing you were shivering from the cold.

Nodding your head you three agreed on going to Chick-Fil-A, even though you were in New York and there were so many options it always came down to your guys favorite homophobic chicken place.

“Jeez, slow down I promise no one’s gonna steal your sandwich.” Ellie side eyed Jesse inhaling his meal.

“You got ops on you or something?” You giggled munching on your chicken nuggets.

“Y’all shut the fuck up, I wasn’t lying when I said I was hungry.” Jesse rolled his eyes.

You guys were sat near the big windows of the restaurant, clear views of the big billboards, New York is beautiful but how the fuck do people live here?

Your eyes roamed around the bright screens until you felt your throat swell up, heart felt like it dropped into your stomach.

Abby Anderson World Tour 2024

Clenching your jaw you looked away hoping your friends didn’t see your sudden change in emotion, unfortunately they picked it up almost immediately. Turning their heads to look at where your eyes were you felt the air in the room change.

“Fuck her, I hope she—“ “Ellie shut up” Jesse cut her off.

All of a sudden you weren’t hungry anymore, the memories were so quick to flood your mind all over again, the tears slowly filling up your eyes. You felt so stupid crying over your ex-girlfriend even though it’s been a year but you fell hard for her.

“Felt like I wasted four years of my life on her.” You sniffled refusing to let the tears stream down.

“Hey, fuck her and her stupid fucking world tour, let’s go watch a movie or something.” Ellie had Jesse pack up the leftovers.

She held you by the arm dragging you out the doors with Jesse trailing behind. Ellie was Abby’s biggest hater, the worst part is you know Ellie was heartbroken as well. Abby and her were best friends for as long as you could remember but she dropped everyone who loved her for fame.

You guys had went back to your shared hotel room, changing into your pajamas you guys cuddled up in the bed, laptop on your lap as you played some stupid movie Jesse picked out. You couldn’t help but slowly zone out into memory lane, you shouldn’t but for some reason your heart still ached for her.

“Baby! Come here!” Abby pulled you onto her lap with the biggest smile plastered on her freckled face.

“I didn’t have a choice.” You giggled feeling her nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck.

She pulled her laptop closer on the coffee table, pressing play on the youtube video she posted of her and her band playing one of their songs that she worked so hard on perfecting.

“My song got a million fucking views!” Your eyes widened, turning around to face her on her lap.

“Oh my god? Baby I’m literally speechless!” You pulled her into a tight hug, she grabbed your face smashing her lips against yours.

“Don’t forget about me when you’re famous.” You joked but shit little did you know she actually would.

You remembered that day so fondly because later that day she was receiving emails and calls from all sorts of people.

“Y/n? Hellooo?” Ellie waved her hand in front of your face.

“How does she zone out for so long?” Jesse nibbled on his snacks.

You lifted your head looking over at Els with your brows arched up confused.

“What?” “Can you skip the damn ad?”

[misserabella]

SHUT UP I JUST WROTE A BOTTOM ABBY FIC AND THIS….😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Made by yours truly

[limerlove]

mechanic!abby who has no idea how much of a big deal you are. she doesn’t know you play to sold out arenas, the chants of your name that inflate your ego to new heights, or the thousands of girls who would die just for one single chance with you. yeah, it’s been a while. a jam-packed touring schedule doesn’t allow for much time for your own pleasure. on your first day back in the city your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, anderson auto is the closest shop.

this isn’t something you anticipated, ass bent over the hood, a pair of maroon-laced panties ripped on the hood of your 69’ camaro. the woman behind you packed a mean thrust, you try to brace yourself on something but there’s not a thing to hold on to.

dignity long thrown out the window as you let a complete stranger dismantle you where anyone could walk in and sell a photo for their yearly salary. the dildo sinks further into your walls, stretching you into perfection, you take her in personified ecstasy.

“didn’t know a cunt could be this pretty or this loud, princess.” normally, you would have cursed someone out for calling you something so obituary. it nearly sounds condescending.

when she’s fucking you like this? she’s earned the right.

“do you usually like to talk so much?” you bite back at her, unable to keep her attitude at bay.

usually that would be enough to make the other person shut up, but abby truly has no idea who the fuck you are. it’s more than bruising to who you are, it’s a grueling death sentence.

with a sharp hand, she slaps the supple of your ass into submission as her brutal pace effectively silences you. “do you always whine this much?”

a maniacal snark threatens to fly off the handle but she’s quick to put a stop to it. with a slight of hand, abby maneuvers her touch to your clit, calloused fingers rough underneath the bundle of nerves. body in tandem with your touch, convulsing.

“what was that? you were gonna say something?”

“oh, would you fucking—” as if she knew before you did, one final thrust, and your brain short-circuits. for a moment, you’re thinking you might have been seeing god herself.

“that’s it, princess. shut that pretty little mouth of yours and cum.”

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

mean!abby who laughs at you when you ask her to stop, telling her that you've had enough...

"you've had enough? you've had enough, baby?" she mocks you as she fucks up into your cunt, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing your face into the mattress.

she could feel herself getting wetter at your muffled whimpers, the way you sobbed into the sheets.

"thought you were my big girl, huh? got all tough on me and shit. 'i can take it, abby.' , 'i need you, daddy.' remember?" she taunted, her lips hovering over your ear. abby's eyes screwed shut as she felt the silicone grind into her clit, her bud throbbing for a release.

your face was stained with tears and spit pooling at the left side of your mouth, your nails dug into the sheets as you tried to lift up from abby's grip. but she was unrelenting, pushing you back down even harder that knocked the fight out of you.

"you wanted it so bad, right? so fuckin' take it bitch."

[asklaww]

her muscles, her fingers, and the VEINS. abby, what a woman you are

[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.

[heartowan]

★

[ abby anderson x fem reader ] cunnilingus, fingering, soft, slow sex, stone top abby, pillow princess reader, pwp.

Abby's broad shoulders rested between your legs, keeping them apart with no effort. She was strong and hard. Her arms were under your thighs, fingers stroking the sides of your body so tenderly it might make you cry if you focus too much on it, but it was hard to do so with the way her tongue lapped at your center.

She wasn't loud, wasn't messy, but she got the job done like no other. Her tongue flicked against your clit in practiced strokes, you could feel the humid warmth of the muscle pushing you closer and closer to your peak. Your legs twitched, toes curled as if you were about to come, but she had just started — she was just that good.

Your low whimpers and breathy moans filled the quiet room, and your fingers held onto her hair just carefully enough not to completely mess up her braid, but you needed to ground yourself. Abby was just like you, almost like she was the one receiving, whimpering to herself, humming against your pussy, showing you how you could make her feel good just by feeling good yourself.

Eyes closed, lips parted, head tipped back and resting on the pillow. She made you feel like you were about to burst every time. You didn't even realize the pants were coming out anymore, your breath heavy as you tried to hold on, to keep yourself from coming pathetically fast, but fuck, you hadn't seen your girlfriend in almost two weeks — you hated when her work trips took her away from you, and so did she —, you supposed you could act a least a little pitiful.

You were dripping onto her bedding, the juices flowing out of you and landing on her chin, then down onto the white sheets.

"Abby," you gasped when she eased her thick index finger into you, accidentally gripping too hard at her hair, but she didn't even mind, in fact, you head her chuckle against your clit.

You whined, pushing up to your elbows to watch as she ate you out. She was looking at you, her blue eyes piercing into yours. Her finger pumped in and out of you, she could feel you creaming around it, making a mess like you usually did. The squelching noises were music to her ears, as well as your soft hums, shaky cries and dragged moans of pleasure. Every sound that you made.

You clenched around her finger, and she made sure to add another one, now fucking you with her index and middle fingers — fast and efficient. Your head fell back again, and you whimpered, hips bucking to follow her movements.

Now you felt it even more, your toes curled harder, stomach started to tense and breaths came out even more puffy. You tried really, really hard to keep your eyes open, but the efforts were in vain.

You cried out, louder than normally (still not a scream), your body slumping down against the bed as you spasmed, your thighs squeezing Abby's shoulders with strength neither of you new you had.

Your orgasm ripped through you like a lightning bolt, you dripped down on Abby's fingers, and she kept going, milking you, watching as the cream oozed out of your needy pussy. "Thaaat's it, that's it..." she cooed, digits still pumping into you, just slower.

It all lasted so painfully and deliciously long, you twitched in her arms even after she had already pulled her fingers out, now letting them caress your sides again as she pressed the softest kisses to your inner thighs, grounding you in the moment.

When you looked down at her, her lips were shiny, face flushed, and hair a complete fucking mess — beautiful as always. You were so happy to have her.

"Thank you, baby..." your voice was a breathy, drawled slur, you were just so satisfied.

You heard her laugh against your skin, and then felt one last kiss to your thigh before she murmured, "You're very welcome."

She stayed there, head between your legs, resting against your thigh as she caressed all over your torso, tracing midless lines, and you didn't move either, finding her hair again, sinking your digits in it to massage her scalp just the way she liked.

Both of you knew you weren't even close to being done after nearly two weeks apart, but chose to bask in the comfortable quietness for a little longer.

★ not proof read, guys

[maxinesgun]

sneaky linking with abby ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

fwb, soft dom!abby, fem!reader, strap sex, fingering (r!receiving), rough/rushed sex. wc 0.8k ᡣ𐭩

a/n: why do i lowk want to write more of these two?? the dynamic turned out kinda cute lmao

"You sure no one's coming in here?" Abby asked breathlessly as she helped you pull your shirt up over your head and toss it haphazardly aside. You began fumbling clumsily with the button of your pants as Abby's hands flew to her belt, unbuckling it and tugging it off feverishly.

You were both already breathing heavily, stumbling into each other and working to shed your clothes frantically as if you'd die if you waited another moment to touch each other. It had only been two days, but it felt like much longer. Too long.

"I'm sure. It's always empty," you assured her, shoving your jeans down your hips with one hand and pulling her into you with the other, so that both of you fell back against the wall. You were in some kind of storage room that seemed to be forgotten, small and tucked away in a far corner of the Stadium that was never busy. Perfect for your and Abby's... meetings.

Abby grunted a little as she collided with you, her hands immediately roaming hungrily over your bare torso and then dipping straight between your thighs, stroking you over your panties. "Don't know why we couldn't have just gone to my dorm," she muttered, rubbing her fingers over the damp fabric a few more times before shoving her hand under your waistband.

"Because," you panted, releasing a shaky breath as her fingers slipped through your wet folds, her thumb pressing over your clit, "last time we did, Manny almost walked in on you fucking me on your desk. Or did you forget?"

"We're not talking about Manny right now," she grunted, bracing an arm on the wall beside your head and leaning almost flush against you as she worked you. Her gaze was zeroed in on your breasts spilling out of your lacy bra, the sight clearly working her up.

"Right. Sorry." Not the time. You hooked a leg around her waist to allow her better access, your hands anchoring themselves on her thick biceps.

She thrusted two fingers inside you then, and your hips involuntarily arched into her touch, a soft moan falling from your lips. You were so slick with arousal that they slipped in easily, that your pussy made a squelching sound as she fucked you with them, curling them repeatedly into that tender spot as her thumb circled your clit.

"God—so fucking tight," she breathed, more to herself than you. She was looking down at the motion of her hand, at your hips rolling against her, her breathing growing heavier.

Your face had begun to screw up in response to the mounting pleasure, head tilting back against the wall and lips parted as her fingers thrusted into you, stretching you just right. Gradually, she sped up, and when the flaring heat started to become too intense, your grip tightened on her arm.

"Mph—need it, Abby," you moaned. When she continued her ministrations, apparently too caught up in the feel of you around her, you let out a strained groan. "Abs, fuck, please."

With a low sound, she pulled her fingers out of you, sucking the taste of you off her before hurriedly undoing her pants. "Turn around," she ordered, and you were quick to comply, turning and placing your hands against the wall.

You heard the sound of her zipper, the shuffling of her pants, and then your panties were violently tugged down, something nudging against your backside. A soft moan of anticipation fell from your lips, but you were both equally desperate, and you didn't have to wait long. The tip of the strap dragged along the slick of your entrance, Abby gripped your hips, positioning you, and then entered you with a firm thrust, filling you all at once.

The rhythmic sounds of her hips snapping against you filled the space, each one hard, unrelenting, pushing you up against the wall. You felt her warm breaths hitting your neck, heard the barely-restrained grunts in between her panting in your ear.

"Mm—mmph, Abby," you moaned out, because you knew hearing her name on your lips like that, all whiney and borderline pornographic, drove her insane—not that she'd ever admitted it. Sure enough, her grip on your hip tightened, and a guttural moan spilled out of her as her thrusts grew faster. You bit your lip against a smirk, reminding yourself in your blissed-out haze to tease her about it later.

"F-Fuck, take it," she huffed in your ear, each little whimper, each sweet sound she fucked out of you spurring her on. "So fuckin' good for me, baby."

It wasn't long before your breaths were stuttering, face scrunched in ecstasy as the heat in your core coiled tighter and tighter. With a muffled cry, you tumbled over the edge almost at the same time as Abby, cheek pressed against the wall and mouth hanging open in undisguised pleasure.

She slumped forward against you for a moment, catching her breath, before slowly pulling out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You turned, leaning back against the wall with shaky-feeling legs, watching her silently begin to dress. When she glanced up at you, you raised your brows at her.

"Baby?"

"Shut up," she muttered, cheeks turning pink.

[misserabella]

ask nicely

bodyguard abby x str!pper reader

summary; your night was going good until some asshole tried touching you. abby stepped in to save you and took you to a safe place. what happens when you find yourselves alone in a private room?

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, sa (groping) coming from a man towards reader, abby kicks him out, tension, reader flirts, reader is in lingerie, abby being a gentlewoman, drinking (reader), lots of teasing, groping (coming from abby so we like it), making out, hair pulling, dom! abby and switch! reader, bratty reader, abby being an asshole, praising, begging, dirty talking, tit and nipple play (r receiving), use of good girl, choking, multiple orgasms implied, lots of teasing…

you were having a pretty good night. the club was full. your makeup looked gorgeous, your dancing routine had never came out better and the money kept flowing in steadily.

but of course something, or better said, someone had to come by and ruin it.

his hands are warm, and big on your hips, his breath smelled like alcohol as he leant on your face, trying to kiss you. “come on, sweetheart, just one little taste…” you were dodging his attempts, trying to move away, but he’s insistent and you’re getting tired of it.

lucky enough, a kind soul comes to your rescue, taking you out of the disgusting man’s grasp. you can’t help but sigh in relief when you see her. her 6ft tall height, her muscular arms dressed in a tight black muscle tee and his big thighs in a just as tight black pants… its making you salivate. her blonde hair is up on a braid, and there’s a scowl on her pretty features as her rough voice cuts the air.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

it makes you shiver. how she handles the man that easily, how she manhandles him and pulls him away from you as if he weighted nothing. your thighs clench at the thought of being under her touch and strong hands. would she be rough with you too? would she manhandle you like she had with the man? would she be soft, treat you kindly?

“kick this fucker out.” your mind was spiraling in thoughts as the other security member came at her order and took the man away to kick him out of the club, but she pulled you away from all of it with her voice, this time softer, worried.

“are you okay?” your eyes met her sky blue ones, and you swore you could melt. you fixed your lingerie set, somehow worried you’d be in disarray. you weren’t. you looked as perfect as ever under her glance. irresistible.

you nodded, afraid that if you spoke she’d understand the whine in your voice. how her protection affected you.

“come with me.” she offered, her warm hand on the low of your back to guide you to one of the private rooms where you took clients for private shows.

you found yourself walking slower than how you usually did to elongate the feeling of her touch on your skin, your hips swaying at her side.

you sighed when you heard the click of the door behind you, your hands making quick work of pouring yourself a drink.

“thank you. i needed some air.” you muttered to the woman, who nodded.

“i figured.” she gave you a soft smile.

“would you like some?” you inquired her, raising the bottle of bourbon.

“sorry. working.” she turned the offer down, and you grinned.

“responsible. cute.” something inside abby stirred at your comment, her cheeks reddening slightly under the dim lights. her eyes were everywhere but on your body, and you noticed.

you took a sip of your drink, sighing.

“my night was going so good… until that pig started bothering me.” you said. “but thanks to you… i don’t have to worry about no one touching me again, huh, abby?” you smirked, your voice low, sending shivers down her spine as your heels clacked towards her.

you’ve been observing her for a while, craving her for just as long. and you could tell she did as well. so what was stopping her? was she afraid she’ll break you? if so… why did you want it so badly?

“i wouldn’t let anybody touch you…” she swallowed, her eyes on yours, even when you stood practically naked on front of her. such good manners…

“good…” one of your manicured nails trailed down her chest, she took a step back, her back flush against the door, with no scape when you followed her. “‘cause i wouldn’t let anybody touch me except you.” you smiled, and her eyes widened, mouth falling ajar.

“except for me?” you hummed, your chest pressed against hers as you looked at her lips. if she didn’t want that she could easily deny you, push you away, but she wasn’t, and she wouldn’t.

“only you.”

your words seemed to shift something in her, ‘cause next thing you knew is that it was you the one being caged in between her strong body and the door, her lips hungrily ravishing yours in a fiery kiss that left you breathless. you moaned against her mouth, giving her the opportunity to push her tongue inside, tasting the bourbon out of your spit. your arms surrounded her neck, pulling her closer, her own on your hips, pressing you against her front.

“abby…” you sighed as her lips trailed down your neck, her teeth slightly biting your sensitive skin.

“you don’t know what you do to me…” she muttered. “always looking so perfect… so fucking beautiful. makes it difficult to hold back.” you smirked, pulling from her perfectly made braid and winning a groan.

“then don’t. i like you when you’re gentle with me. but i think i’ll like it more when you aren’t.” she bit down on her lip.

“fuck. you drive me crazy.” you smiled as her warm hands cupped your ass, hosting you up so you’d surround her hips, walking you towards the sofa or the room to plop down, pulling you down against her strong thighs.

you sigh, your hips waving against hers, making her grunt as she gropes at the meat of your ass, thrusting you harder against her body. you can see the way her muscles pop in her arms, feel how her thighs clench underneath you. and it only adds to the wetness that’s already soaking your lace thin panties. the fact that it was the only thing that kept her from touching you was driving you insane.

your hands came behind your back to unclasp your bra, leaving it aside and biting your lips under her hungry gaze. you smirked, taking the back of her hand and pulling her towards your chest, moaning when she gave you what you wanted, her lips wrapping around your perky nipples, sucking and licking over the buds until spit left them shiny and her teeth, swollen and sensitive. as she played with you, one of her hands, —the one that didn’t play with your free breast— came down in between your legs, her expert fingers touching you from beneath your panties.

“you’re soaked.” she smirked as she noticed the slick mess you’d become by just a few kisses and touches. “someone needs it bad, huh?” you groaned.

“give me what i want.” you ordered as you tugged from her hair and she scoffed.

“manners.” she answered. “only good girls get what they want. if you want something you need to ask for it.” you whined.

“i want you to touch me.”

“but i’m touching you.” you moaned as her fingers squeezed your nipple.

“you know what i mean…”

“i still want to hear you say it.” she whispered and your hips rocked against her fingertips in seek of relief.

“i want your fingers. in my pussy.” you breathed against her lips. “is that clear enough for you?” you spat, and she chuckled, humming with that cocky smirk of hers that you’d absolutely despise if it didn’t turn you on so much.

“say please.” you groaned, looking down at her as daggers left your eyes. she was teasing you. pushing all your buttons to break you. and she did.

“please.” you gritted in between your teeth, and she pinched your nipple harder, making you whimper and your hips buck as she pressed up against your cunt with her hand, brushing your clit.

“be sweet about it.” you were pleading now.

“please abby, please. fuck me.”

“atta girl…” she praised in a low voice, and then she was pushing your panties aside and finally giving you what you wanted. a honey sweet moan left your lips when her fingers brushed your sensitive clit, drawing tight circles that left you shuddering.

she whistled due to how easily her fingers slipped in between your folds. “completely soaked for me, huh? so fucking pretty…” all breath left your lungs as two of her thick fingers plunged inside of you, stretching your walls and making a slick sound dive into the music that surrounded the two of you. “so tight…”

“fuck.” you groaned as she curled them, easily finding your g spot and making your back arch.

“right there, hm? look at you…” her free hand came up to surround your neck, keeping you in place. “so ready to take everything i give you, hm?” you nodded.

“yes… yes, please. anything…” you begged as she started to thrust in and out of you, your slick wetting her fingers and making white rings up her knuckles.

she chuckled. “so all i needed to do for you to behave was bury my fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, huh?” you whimpered when she curled them once again.

“shut up.” you stuttered and she laughed, curling her fingers faster and harder, making you moan and curse. “fuck, abby...”

“you sound so pretty like this, moaning my name. do it again.”

“abby, please, make me cum, please…” her thumb came up to your clit, and her grip on your throat tightened.

“you wanna cum? wanna cum all over my fingers?” you nodded. “then beg for it.”

“please…” you cried out, feeling the warmth on your lower stomach rising. you were so close… “please let me cum, please…” she hummed.

“such a good girl…” you whimpered at the praise, your walls clenching around her fingers. “go ahead angel, wanna see it drip.” with a few more curls of her dingers and circles on your swollen and sensitive clit, you fell apart, moans spilling from your lips as she helped you ride it, sucking at your nipples to extend it. “thaaat’s it. good fucking girl.”

it was not necessary to say that abby made you cum again, and again, and maybe a couple more times…

[coquette-girly0824]

Ugh I neeed her

[rhyrhy]

pls save us horny loser!abby🙏

Loser! girlfriend Abby

[ contains:] sexting(?) she’s so whiny, body hair mention. Gf!Loser Abby!, blurb/drabble.

You are at work. what else is she supposed to do?

Even the smell of cardboard and the task at hand couldn’t distract your girlfriend from the ache between her legs.

Her arms, slightly sore from packing all day—you two were finally moving in together. She beamed at the idea of having access to you at all times. It was so close to being a reality, which made days like this, you being away, even harder.

Hypersexual? No. But hopelessly in love with you? Absolutely. So naturally, when you sent her a video of you at work—all modest, professional—but those high necklines did nothing to stop her eyes from following the lines of your body. She’s seen it bare, but her body was reacting like she hadn’t. All she had to do was wait until 5 p.m. But the minutes felt excruciatingly slow. Then the 20-minute drive to her place, plus rush hour—oh God, she couldn’t bear it.

The image of you smiling, showing her your outfit each morning, would usually have her grinning like an idiot, saving the photo to her “Sunshine” album full of you, and trying to act like she didn’t wait by the door like a dog for its owner once you were off.

So now, her t-shirt sat tugged between her teeth, lifted to showcase her state. A flushed face, complimented by her heavy breathing. Trimmed blonde happy trail leading to her oozing folds. Her arousal dripping down to her anus. Her slightly shaky hands hovered over the screen. She shouldn’t. You had a whole hour left at work. But she was already past the point of making good decisions, so—

Send.

It didn’t take long for you to excuse yourself and take a deep breath, prepared to scold her. Or at least, you planned on it. But hearing her soft pleas was breaking your resolve.

[cuntygojo]

thinkin’ about sub!abby sending you a video of her touching herself while you’re busy.

1 new message: abs <3

you open your texts to a video, pitch black— all except for her face. it’s flushed and there’s tears forming in the corners of her eyes. you decide to hit play— why not?

the brightness from abby’s phone reflects onto her skin, flushed red and sweat beaded at her hairline. her mouth is open wide— from letting out a moan or a reaction, you don’t know.

the camera moves abruptly, abby giving you a perfectly clear view of her toned abs glistening with sweat— and her wet cunt covered by her hands.

“miss you so much, need you so bad— fuck,”

her last word comes out as a whine, desperate and aching for your touch. her sentence continues,

“please come home soon, i can’t take anymore.”

the camera shifts back to her face, a low, wet sound can be heard in the background— it’s obvious she’s still touching herself.

it cuts after that.

you’re left with your mouth agape, face flushed, and cunt throbbing. you decide to leave her a text, simple and straight to the point.

i’ll be over soon, wait for me baby.

[madewithsilk]

dark abby fucking Ellie’s sweet girlfriend PLEASE

ᴅᴀʀᴋ!ᴀʙʙʏ ᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ x ᴇʟʟɪᴇ'ꜱ ɢꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (pt2)

— 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!

[femmeroll]

imagine abby cumming just from using the strap on you 😵‍💫

men & minors dni

note: abby x fem reader, strap referred to as cock, breeding mention briefly

there you lay, on the bed, legs hoisted over abby’s broad shoulders. her pace is brutal, practically bruising your insides with every thrust.

“good girl…” she moans, sweat dripping down her forehead. “fucking take it.”

while abby may seem in control, she’s falling apart on the inside. her clit is throbbing, rubbing against the base of her strap.

“y-you like takin’ my cock baby? fuckin’ love this pussy…feels so good” she whines.

you can tell abby is close. her pace is faltering, her breathing is shaky, and her face is getting redder and redder.

she’s just so sensitive! and you look so pretty all fucked out beneath her, how could she not get off on it???

you’re close too, obviously. the mixture of abby’s thick cock pumping into you, and her cute face as she’s about to cum? it’s perfect.

“you’re tightening on be baby…fuck. you wanna cum on my cock?” she chuckles, trying to hold off her orgasm until you cum first.

but she just can’t. “baby, gonna fucking cum. deep inside you. gonna…shit….gonna breed this pretty pussy so full.”

you cum as soon as she says this, whimpering her name, head tipping back.

“that’s it. cum on my cock” she moans. “m’ gonna fill you up.”

abby practically growls, hips stuttering and cumming against her strap.