#abby x fem!reader

[pink-ladybugs]

Harvest Moon Ch. 2

Farmhand Abby Anderson x Femme Reader

See ch.1

Inspired by:

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Description: Fluff, angst, friends to lovers, time skip. Abby Anderson farmhand AU. Modern AU.

Plot: You and Abby had been best friends since childhood. You basically grew up together in a small town in eastern Washington. However, a vicious fight separates the two of you. Only the most unpredictable circumstance can bring you back together. This is the second installation.

Author’s Note: Just some character/story building in this one.

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The last time you were driving down these long, winding roads was on your way to California. The fields and flowers used to be so vibrant then. Not now.

Rain pelts your windows as you think about all of the things from your childhood that you’ll have to face again. Your childhood home, white paint peeling off the old wood. The fields of wheat that rippled like waves on a windy day. And… Abby.

You planned to stay as far away from her as possible on this trip. You weren’t staying long. Just enough to get Dan back on his feet again.

The only doctor in Dry Creek had called you when you had just finished up your finals at Stanford.

“Dan had a heart attack. He’s been working himself to the bone on the farm. Refuses help from anyone. Said he doesn’t want to hire someone he doesn’t know personally.” He had said.

“Is he okay?” You asked panicked. The doctor sighed.

“He’s alright now but he shouldn’t be alone on that farm. It would be a good idea to come and take care of him. At least until he practices a healthier life style. He has a lot of blood clotting. If this continues, he could have a stroke…”

You knew it was true. Dan worked himself way too hard. Harder than a man of his age should. The fact that he only had a steak and a beer for dinner most nights probably wasn’t helping.

And that’s how you ended up taking your last semester off, frantically packing a suitcase to drive back to Washington and get him up and running again.

You pull into the long driveway leading to the farmhouse. No animals wait by the fence to greet you like they usually did. They all take shelter from the rain instead. You turn the car off once you reach the house. Your body doesn’t let you move.

What do I even say? “Sorry I havnt visited you in years and I only call you on birthdays and holidays. Sorry Ive been too busy to know about your heart condition. Sorry Im the worst niece in the world.”

You sigh and rest your head against the steering wheel. Then all of the sudden you hear your name called out.

Your head shoots up to find Dan on the porch waving you over.

“Get out of that car right now young lady!” He barks. Just like he used to when you did something wrong as a kid. You step out of your car and run through the rain until you get under the cover of the porch.

You stand in front of Dan like a child in trouble. Your tail tucked between your legs. Dan stands there for a moment. His stance is weaker than when you left. His beard is now more salt than pepper. You brace yourself for an endless guilt trip about how you abandoned Dry Creek… and him. Something you could never forgive yourself for.

Instead, Dan walks towards you and gives you a hug. A warm, tight, bone breaking hug.

“I missed you kid.” He says in his usual raspy voice. Your eyes sting as you pull away to look at him. You wipe the formation of tears from the inner corners of your eyes.

“What are you doing outside? You should be lying down and resting!” You say trying to ignore the heap of emotions you feel from his unexpected welcomeness. You swing your arm around his waist and walk inside. The smell of your childhood hitting you like a brick.

“Doc can’t tell me nothing.” He says giving you a crooked smile. You roll your eyes.

“Doc told me you’ve been a real dummy.” You say leading him to his leather recliner. “Don’t worry Im gonna have you healthy as a horse for harvest alright?” You say as you put a blanket over him.

“Im already healthy as a horse!” And with that, he bursts into a coughing fit. Your eyebrows stitch together in concern.

“You can’t work on that farm anymore Dan. It’s literally killing you. You’re not a young buck. You can’t go lifting hay bales and corralling the cows like you used to.” You say.

Dan looks away from you for a moment. A look of guilt passing over his face. “Well I may have gotten some help.” He says sheepishly.

“You did? Doc said you refused to hire anyone because you didn’t know them.” You say confused.

“Well er… I changed my mind. Just hired someone a couple days ago.” He says obviously hiding something. You quirk an eyebrow. You begin to ask him what he’s talking about before something in the kitchen falls and causes a huge crashing sound to ring out through the house. You rush to see what it is.

Pots and pans litter the kitchen floor. “The pan rack fell!” You call out from the kitchen. As you pick everything up you notice the horrible state of things. Ingredients and utensils sit on the counter, never put away. Old coffee stains decorate the kitchen island. It looks like no one had cleaned it in months. “Jesus, what happened to this place? It’s like the second I leave a tornado hits this house.”

Dan lets out a course laugh. “An important man like me cant trouble himself with chores.”

You walk back into the living room and place a hand on your hip. “Or general hygiene I see.”

Dan’s eyebrows furrow as he smells his armpit. His face breaks into a smile as he realizes you’re right.

“Shower.” You say pointing towards the bathroom. He nods. “Im making you dinner too!” You shout as you walk back into the kitchen.

“Steak with gravy and potatoes please!” He shouts back. “Crack open a beer for me too would ya?”

Is this man insane? You think to yourself.

“Not a chance!” You yell as you hear the shower turn on. You shake your head as you open up the fridge to find some vegetables. Surprise, there are none. You groan as you slam the fridge shut. You’ll have to go shopping. You grab your coat and your keys.

“I’ll be right back! I gotta go to the store!” You shout as you make your way to the door. You stop as something catches your eye.

Next to the door are Dan’s old, muddy work boots, but that’s not what caught your attention. Next to them are a tinier pair. The little cowgirl boots register in your mind as you realize Dan never got rid of them once you were too big to fit them anymore. Your heart clenches as you look at them for a second longer. Part of you misses when you fit into those boots. When things were simpler.

You lock the door and leave the house, hopping into your car to go to the nearest grocery store. A thought occurs to you as you drive down roads you know like the back of your hand.

Maybe I do still belong here.

You let yourself imagine being here again. Making more memories in a place that means so much to you.

But no, you have a different life now. One far away from here. Which is what you wanted…

This is only a short trip. You remind yourself.

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Thank you for sticking around for the second chapter!! I really appreciate everyone who reads these.

[envioustorm]

THE WIND RISES

๑ Farmer!Abby x Urbanite!reader

Spanish ver: here

TW: Fluff. (title has nothing to do with Ghibli´s movie, it was not my main source of inspiration.)

Abigail felt weird. How did she get to this point? This feeling was unknown for her. Her cheeks were flushed with a baby pink, but this time, the cause was not the sun, it was true that she exposed herself a lot to it but, the cause was you.

She had always liked the peaceful life that the farm offered. Ever since her father died and she had to take matters in her own hands, she felt that, rather than a new responsability, it was her way of mourning the death of the man she loved the most. She tended to the animals, the cows, the sheep and the pigs, all of them loved every single bit of attention she gave them. She loved giving them attention too.

Even though, she couldn´t lie, it felt lonely sometimes. Apart from her dogs company, in the night, specifically after ten pm, when she looked up from the window to the sky, trying to find stars with shapes she´s never seen before, the only sound was the whistle of the wind and her calm breathing.

That was, of course, until you arrived.

What a pain in the ass, really. She never thought someone like you would change her life.

The morning you arrived was peaceful. She opened her eyes like she normally did. The birds sang happily, as if welcoming the new day. The sun didn´t quite shine as much as it usually did, but it was enough to wake her up.

She was quick to take a shower and put her overalls on, and, how could she ever forget to braid her hair? It was her own signature.

Abby didn´t have a lot of neighbors, she wasn´t a social butterfly either, even though, that doesn´t mean that the few friends she had didn´t like her, quite the opposite, they loved her. And how could the not love her? She was kind, composed and most importantly, you could see the honesty in her eyes from miles away.

But godness, you didn´t need an excellent sight to notice the big truck parked infront of the abandoned farm infront of hers. And that was the moment she saw you, getting out of the car with your brows furrowed and your lips pressed together, holding a few canvases and what seemed to be a box full of acrylic paints.

"A family? Based on the clothing, they come from the city." She remarked, tilting her head curiously as she observed. Even though she couldn´t see much, as soon as the man, who she assumed was your father, opened the door of the old house, you pushed him aside gently, entering the house as if stepping on the grass for a few more seconds would melt your feet. Abby chuckled in amusement and sat down on the table to eat her breakfast.

The first days were... weird, to say the least. Abby was used to only hearing the 'moos' from the cows, but your family? yeah, they were noisy as fuck. It was true that when your mother tecnically screamed at you to ask for a favor she felt a pang of annoyance, but at the same time, watching your family turn the lights on in the kitchen or in the bedroom, and even your father trying his best to fix the doors of the barn made her feel less lonely, even comforted.

"I´m afraid that door needs more than oil." She commented, leaving the buckets full of milk she was carrying on the ground, while she wiped the sweat with her forearm.

"Does it? To be honest, I´ve never done something like this before, I´m an office worker." Your father replied, trying to catch his breath.

"Really? And why move from the big city to a farm?" Abby crossed her arms, a bit confused.

"We needed a change, a big change in the routine. Especially my daughter."

She nodded slowly while she processed the information and then, smiled.

"A friend of mine is very good at fixing this kind of stuff, his name is Owen. I´ll call him later and I know he´ll gladly help." The man smiled at her as Abby carried the buckets of milk, that was the last task of the day.

The little chat between your father and her ended the moment she walked away, she ended up calling Owen and he did the job perfectly, just like Abby knew he would do it. She thought that was it until days later, someone knocked timidly on the door. She fixed a few strands of hair and opened the door, finding a sight she had been fantasizing about.

"Um, hello." You told her, holding a casserole wrapped in tinfoil.

"Can I help you?" Abby raised a brow, leaning on the frame of the door, trying to remain cool. But she was overwhelmed by your presence, to say the least. You looked so different compared to her. She could tell just by looking at the clothes you wore, the way you stylized you hair and even the glimmer in your eyes looked like the night lights of the city. She loved that, you were new, and you definitely looked like her next mistake.

"My parents wanted to thank you for calling... Owen?" You paused, furrowing your brows as if trying to remember if that was the correct name. Either way you brushed it off with a smile. "My mother baked this lasagna for you."

Abby smiled slightly, and nodded, receiving the casserole. After an awkward 'good night' she closed the door and sat down on the couch, she had a million questions on her mind, but there was one of them that she really wanted you to answer, was this encounter as pleasant for you as it was for her?

Oh, but of course it was.

You noticed every detail, even if Abigail didn´t.

The morning you arrived, you could not ignore her, standing up in the kitchen counter, cooking. How her muscles flexed whenever she reached for an ingredient, or the way she held that heavy pot filled with whatever she was cooking. You were infatuated.

How could you possibly not be infatuated?

You were there when she left the two buckets on the ground and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The sun hit her face in the most angelic way, her eyes were shining while she chatted with your father. And the way she looked at you when you bumped into each other. And maybe even when she used that kerchief everytime she let her hair down, it looked like it was alive when she rode that beautiful white horse.

You had to give her the lasagna, even though your mother was going to do it. Your hands were shaking as you approached the door, and when you saw her in that tank top, you almost had a heart attack. You tried not to stare but let´s be real, who wouldn't?

The eventual glances, secret smiles and 'accidental' encounters kept going. You looked for each other unconciously. Abby arrived from the local market at times where she knew you´d be outside. And you painted outside whenever you knew she´d be riding her horse.

You gave another brushstroke. The sun was setting and it was your favorite thing to paint. It was something that you knew would turn out great and perhaps you didn´t feel prepared to get out of your comfort zone when it came to your paintings, that could be found in every corner of your house.

"That´s pretty, but have you thought about painting you favorite person?" Her footsteps when approaching were silent, that´s why you flinched when you heard her voice.

"Abby!" You exclaimed, shaking your head and at the same time smiling widely. "Favorite person? You mean my mom?" You played dumb, pretending to be lost in your thoughts.

"Oh, so it´s not me?" Abby feigned offense, pretending to wipe the invisible tears forming on her eyes.

"I struggle with anatomy."

"I don´t see a problem, I´d be your model everytime you need me until you memorize the features you love to stare at when you think nobody´s around." Abby commented, with a playful smile.

You froze for a few seconds before leaving the brush aside, and you turned around to face her.

She looked beautiful when the sun was the only lightining available, but you knew that already. Neither of you broke eye contact, and neither of you spoke with words, since feelings was the option you both chose.

Abby´s dogs ran through the prairie, the grass leaned towards the South and two lovers with a silent pact observed each other while the wind rises.

[electricneonvalkyrie]

I saw a quote online a while back:

You can be a good person with a good heart and still tell people to fuck off.

I can totally picture Manny finding this on a sticker or keychain in some overgrown gift shop in the city. Something dusty and tucked away, just waiting to be pocketed. And of course he grabs it. Not for himself, though. But for Abby. Doesn’t say anything, just slips it into her backpack one day, knowing she’ll find it when she’s alone and probably having a rough time.

This girl is way more sensitive than she lets most people see. Manny sees it. And that is the magic of a best friend.

[cyber333angel]

TWITTER P***LINKS (feat: SEVIKA, ABBY ANDERSON and ELLIE WILLIAMS !)

sevika -

making sure your full of her

hair pulling and reverse cowgirl

spit kink

choking you

taking a selfie

sevika releasing some stress on you after a long day

in silcos office

oral fixation

dry humping before work

bullying you for wearing a tight skirt

abby -

riding abby

making you suck on her strap

against the wall

making you dumb with all her pounding

tribbing

in public

worshipping your tits

making out

welcoming boxer!abby home with kisses on the counter

abby eating you out greedily as usual

ellie -

helping you cum before bed :((

passion with the strap

fingering you

overstimulating you

sitting on her face

p***y slaps

you and ellies typical morning (looks just like her 😋)

nice and slow

eating ellie out on a run

honorable mention :

ambessa -

finally fingering you after all your whining

making you wait

stretching you out

being rough :((

[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.

♡

[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.

[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.

[asklaww]

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

[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

@abbysgirl1 @totalfinalgirl @90yearoldbear @hypnagogics @pretty-forest-nymph

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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

[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!

[pink-ladybugs]

Harvest Moon Ch. 3

Farmhand Abby Anderson x Femme Reader

See ch.1, ch.2

Inspired by:

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Description: Fluff, angst, friends to lovers, time skip. Abby Anderson farmhand AU. Modern AU.

Plot: You and Abby had been best friends since childhood. You basically grew up together in a small town in eastern Washington. However, a vicious fight separates the two of you. Only the most unpredictable circumstance can bring you back together. This is the third installation.

Author’s Note: I just finished my finals and now it’s spring break! I have more time to write now. 😊

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After Dan reluctantly consumed the vegetables and baked salmon you had cooked for him, he retired to his bedroom. He was completely knocked out before his head even hit the pillow, snoring like a bear.

You washed the dishes from dinner (and previously neglected dishes…) in the sink downstairs. You hum a song as you work. Singing parts of the lyrics that you remember.

“I wanna see you dance agai-“ You stop yourself.

You are instantly back in the hot gym of Dry Creek High School. You giggle about how old the song is, dancing awkwardly to the rhythm.

“Who still listens to Neil young?” Says a voice.

Abby’s voice.

You blink and the moment is gone. Now your eyes fixate on the tap water running over the dishes in your hands. You turn the water off and dry your hands on your jeans. The thought of that night doesn’t leave you no matter how hard you try to think of something else.

You step into your childhood bedroom and register the untouched belongings. The ones that used to belong to you. Or, a version of you. Your simple attic bedroom had accumulated dust. You watch dust particles flow through small beams of moonlight that slip through your window. The old lace curtains frame the full moon. Your dark oak bed frame creaks like it always used to as you climb onto the mattress. You pull the layers of quilts over your shoulders and try to get comfortable.

You feel like a little girl all over again. Coming back to this room feels like stepping into it for the very first time. When you were young and scared. Living with your uncle, a man you barely knew after your parents had passed. The thoughts of how much things have changed infest your mind. Every event that occurred in your childhood plays on the inside of your eyelids like a never ending movie.

That night you end up tossing and turning until early morning birds chirp loudly outside of your window.

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Clouds roll over the farm, giving the land that signature grey filter that appears in the awkward stages between the end of Winter and the bloom of Spring. It dulls the vibrant greens of the trees and blues of the sky. The fog covers any sight of the regal mountains. Like a secret kept hidden to those who are patient enough to stay for the beauty of Summer.

The cold stings your face as you walk around the farm. Not much has changed. You notice a few new fences, a stump where a tree had once stood, and more peeled paint on the exterior walls of the stable.

The inside of the stable is warm. Horses grunt at you as you walk by, analyzing them. You recognize some of them, except they were only foals when you last saw them. Before guilt can creep into your heart again, a bark interrupts your thoughts.

“Shep!” You crouch down as the panting golden retriever runs into your arms.

“Hi buddy!” You say running your hands through his fur. When you were little you begged Dan for a puppy. You convinced him that the dog you get could help him on the farm by herding the animals back into their pens. Then came along Shep on Christmas morning. A tiny puppy Dan had brought in after you finished opening the rest of your presents. You quickly realized this dog could barely find his own tail, let alone herd sheep. So instead, he became your loyal sidekick in every adventure you dragged him into as a child.

“I missed you!” You say scratching behind his ears. Shep pants happily as he sits for you, wagging his tail.

His ears suddenly perk up and his head twists towards the entrance of the stable. He quickly leaves your embrace and jogs over to a tall figure leaning against the stable entrance.

First you notice the boots. Then the hat. Then the braid. You stand up and walk towards the figure to make sure you aren’t seeing things.

There stood Abby. Except, it wasn’t the Abby that you knew. Her stance was confident, a stark comparison to the socially inept teenager you had to beg to come with you to school events. Her scrawny limbs were replaced with lean muscle. Her hair was longer, more parts were bleached from being out in the sun too long. And her face, her face had changed too. New freckles that you didn’t recognize litter her cheeks. The soft baby face you once knew was replaced by a hardened expression. One you could no longer read. You gain a small ounce of comfort from the realization that her eyes had stayed the same.

She stands at the entrance of the stable with her arms crossed until Shep approaches her. She crouches down and gives him ear scratches.

“Look Shep, it’s the traitor.” She says in a baby voice. Your nose crinkles. So this is how its gonna go…

“What are you doing here? How did you know I was coming back into town?” You ask. Abby looks around for a stick to throw for Shep, still avoiding your gaze.

“I didn’t.” Abby says picking up a small stick. Her voice was slightly deeper. Your heart pangs as you remember when it used to crack whenever she got nervous. Her country accent somehow got thicker too. Who was this girl?

“Then why are you here?” Your eyebrow quirks.

“I work here.” Abby says nonchalantly as she waves the stick in front of Shep and then throws it a few yards away.

“What? When did you start working here?”

“Couple days ago. Dan officially hired me after his visit with Doc. But I’ve been helping him out here and there for about… hm.. when was it that you left again?” Abby says finally meeting your gaze, arms crossed.

Anger surges through you. How could Dan not tell you about this?

“Oh thats right! Six years. Six years ago when you left everybody to go to your fancy-pants school. I forgot.” Abby says. The words dig into your skin, skin that she knew how to get under all too well.

“Well Im here now alright? And Dan doesn’t need you here because he’s got me. So you can go home and let me take care of it.” You say placing a hand on your hip. Shep comes back with his stick and happily gives it to Abby who throws it again. He is blissfully unaware of the heated conversation as he chases after it.

Abby scoffs. “This farm wouldn’t survive without me. I don’t even know why you came back. Dans got me to take care of him and the crops. This place doesn’t need you.” Abby says harshly. Your brow furrows and your fist clenches.

“That’s funny. I remember you saying the exact opposite before you left me out in the woods to walk home six years ago.” You say, your cheeks burning from the confrontation.

Abby’s eyes narrow. “I don’t think we wanna talk about mistakes that were made six years ago.”

“Well maybe we do, because you seem to care. A lot.” You point out.

Shep comes back with the stick but this time Abby takes it from him and throws it angrily, as far as she can. Her tone turns defensive.

“I don’t care! I could give a horses ass about what happened that night!” She says throwing her hands up into the air.

You meet her energy. “Well good! Because I certainly don’t care about it either!” You shout.

“Im glad.” Abby taunts you.

“Im glad you’re glad!” You yell.

“Well Im glad you’re glad Im glad!” She yells back, realizing the stupidity of her words. It seems like you still knew how to get under her skin too.

Abby pivots away from you in frustration and angrily stomps in the opposite direction of the stable. Shep follows her with his stick.

“Not now Shep!” She yells. Shep whimpers and looks over at you with puppy dog eyes. He then reluctantly turns to follow Abby with droopy ears.

Your heart beats fast. You can barely believe what just happened. You had no idea there would be such an explosion on your second day back in town. You feel like throwing up.

Your queasiness is quickly replaced by anger. Anger towards a certain someone. Not Abby…

Dan.

[zombaebitez]

ik u j posted it but alr havin withdrawals can we get more relationship hcs w abby??

Abby Relationship Hcs

abby anderson x fem reader

synopsis: modern day abby relationship headcanons, just rambles oopsie.

zom’s note: withdrawals is so silly, i love it. hope my writing is up to par, enjoy! 🌸

word count: abt 1.1k

warnings: use of petnames (love, princess, etc). nsfw content (own section after sfw! don’t like it? just don’t read that section), mentions strapping (r!receiving), teasing, manhandling, foreplay.

SFW HCS <3

ꕥ Abby always has a hand or arm around you, says it’s for safety, to keep you near her; but you know deep down she’s just a touchy girl, and you can’t complain, you love it.

⤍ “Love walk on this side,” and before you can even move she’s alreading pulling you to where she wants you to go, wrapping a strong arm around your waist.

ꕥ On the subject of touch, this girl will literally carry you around (on her back, bridal style, etc) when you ask her to (or when you don’t), in the house, in public, she doesn’t care one bit. You are her pretty princess, and she loves being at your beck and call.

ꕥ She takes pride in her physique, she has a set workout routine, and is constantly in a protein kick. She loves bringing you to the gym with her, just so she can catch you stealing glances at her while you’re doing your own thing.

ꕥ Her casual wear? She is a chronic cargos, sweats, or jeans wearer, though she will switch it up with shorts sometimes. She’ll wear some sort of tank, compression/fitted top (to show off muscle), hoodies, or basic tee, with a sports bra underneath, maybe a beanie or snapback depending on how hot it is. Very minimal jewelry and accessories, and has an obsession with muted colors, and black.

ꕥ Speaking of jewelry, she’ll always wear your initial or name on her somewhere, and vice versa. Her favorite would be a simple gold necklace/chain which has your initial that you got her, it also has a matching gold link bracelet that she sometimes wears too.

ꕥ She loves when you offer to braid her hair for the day, now she just volunteers you to do it with a random excuse, “I dunno princess, you just do it better!” She’ll have the brush, and hair ties ready once you finish your morning routine.

ꕥ Morning Routines? She usually wakes up when you do, or some time before. But once you wake up, she immediately follows you to watch you get ready for the day. It’s endearing, kind of like a giant puppy.

ꕥ She enjoys pet names surprisingly, and will call you all sorts of names (princess, love, sweetheart, etc). She never got to show her lovey dovey side before you, so she just can’t help it.

ꕥ Hates when you get upset, “Princess, cmon talk to me… what happened?” Always running a soothing hand down your back, she just wants to be there for you.

ꕥ She’s not as stoic as people may think when it comes to you, she’s just a girl who loves her princess to death; therefore, she has to show it… like all the time, sue her (you’re just as bad).

ꕥ A random girl hits on her? She gives the girl a judgy once over… maybe twice? hell THREE times, and says something like “I have a girlfriend, you’re gonna get us both in trouble…”, “Uhm I’m taken.”, “My girlfriend won’t like this.” Before she starts aimlessly looking around for where the hell you went to, because the interaction is now a little awkward.

ꕥ She has natural sass, it’s not even on purpose, she is just a little snippy. Don’t even dare say something that will earn you a side eye, because she’ll hand them out to you too, again she can’t help it.

⤍ “Babe, you know you could totally pull off being a hey mamas”, now you were clearly joking, giving her a ridiculous ass grin as she looked up from her phone to hit you with a judgmental stare. “Excuse me?” you couldn’t help but laugh your ass off, as she just sat there confused, “Princess don’t start with me”, she mumbled with a slight eye roll, reaching over to gently slap your thigh.

ꕥ Oh god and the coin collection, she indeed has one of those collection binders, and keeps it organized/labeled. She gets so excited whenever you gift her a new one, and always shows you when she finished a sheet in the binder.

ꕥ She most definitely loves to shop with you, and go on errands. Something about being all domestic and on top of business, watching you mark off things you two need for the house, watching you get all happy when you finally get to go shopping, and being productive makes her feel good. (She wants to put a ring on that finger real bad, real bad).

⤍ Makes you carry her wallet, and phone when y’all are out because she feels they are safer with you, (her wallet fell out her pocket once and she freaked the hell out). She keeps her keys on a carabiner with a bunch of random charms or a lanyard so she can’t misplace them.

NSFW HCS !!

ꕥ Abby prefers to top, and dom. But she’ll let you occasionally top if you really asked nicely or she’s having a hard day. There’s just something about getting you all fucked out that she can’t help, she needs to have you under her.

ꕥ She’s a total strap lover, she’ll fuck you in any postion she can. Loves how she can just grab onto you and make you forget how to form a thought with deep or shallow thrusts. Don’t even try to wiggle or push her away, she’ll just get a little frustrated with you, and pin you exactly how she wants you like it isn’t any effort for her (it’s not).

ꕥ She likes to tease you with just the tip. Watching you think you’re about to get what you want, what you need; seeing that frustrated pout go slack, with a quiet moan. Just for you to whine, when she pulls back just as fast as she came. It’s really not fair.

ꕥ Yes, she likes to manhandle you, she doesn’t have all those muscles for nothing. She’ll use them to her advantage every time, and her stamina goes in-fucking-sane. She’ll fuck you till you can’t even moan anymore, all dazed out and whiny for her, just trembling because of how overwhelmed she can make you feel.

ꕥ Sometimes she forgets her own strength, digging her fingers into the plush of your thighs or ass, biting and sucking a little too hard on certain parts of your body, slapping your ass a little too hard. You’ll wake up with a bunch of bruises and marks the next day, whining about how sore you feel, but she lowkey gets off on that shit.

ꕥ Whenever she does let you top her, she is usually guiding you how she wants you. Just because she’s on the bottom doesn’t mean shit, she still makes the rules, and you just want to take care of her like she does for you.

ꕥ Foreplay god! She loves being a tease to you, getting you all frustrated, gets off to the fact she can get you needy from mere touches and words. Plus what's the use in rushing, she’s gonna take her sweet time with you.

[abbysgirl]

you see a woman sitting with a manspread like this and you decide to make her canonically heterosexual? right…

[abbyscoochiecruncher]

NEEDDD PLEASE

Uncensored under cut!

I always give her a belly button piercing

[send4venus]

guys how do we feel about older!abby who’s your dads business partner, however you don’t know this and she doesn’t know you yet you meet by chance at a club and find yourself in her penthouse apartment, being placed on every surface in it as she plays with your pussy till its sore (and still soaked).

you expect to never see her again after leaving early in the morning and with moving across the country to attend brown university, why would you?

at least thats what you think until you sit yourself down at your dining table to have dinner with your father and reluctantly meet his new coworkers, and as he’s introducing each of them he gets to dr.anderson.

the same blue eyes you were looking into as you gushed all over her thick fingers are staring right back at you, yet this time you were fully clothed, in your house, separated by a dining table, a few food dishes, and your father.

[femmeroll]

thinking about getting caught hooking up with abby on the WLF base >_<

abby anderson x fem reader

cw: smut and silliness, strap usage, getting caught, lowkey humiliation if you squint

it’s hard to find alone time with abby. since she lives with manny, he’s pretty much always in their room. you have your own roommate as well, so yours inner available.

and you don’t want to kick him out, even if manny does that to abby all the time.

so quickies become pretty common. she fingers you when your on patrol, separate from the group. she’ll eat you out in the communal showers when everyone else is sleeping.

but tonight, manny is gone. abby doesn’t question his whereabouts, she’s just glad that you can come over and she can take her time fucking you the way you deserve.

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abby’s been fucking you for hours, desperately thrusting into you like she’ll die if she stops. each slap of her hips against your ass sends shockwaves through her entire body.

“you love this, don’t you baby? love when i bend you over and fuck you stupid. keep takin’ my dick baby, just like that.”

and you do. you take every inch of abby’s cock, drooling onto her pillow and babbling mindlessly about how good it feels. she’s so deep, so rough and yet so loving.

“good girl, takin’ me so well. you gonna cum on my dick? gonna milk me fuckin’ dry?”

just as your about to cum, the door unlocks with a click.

“abs, i’m back- oh shit. hey, amiga.”

abby grabs the blanket and pulls it over you, covering your naked body as best as she can.

“oh my god, manny. ever heard of knocking?”

manny just laughs, walking over to his own bed and sitting down, completely unphased by his roommate with a strap attached to her boxer-clad hips. and very naked roommate’s girlfriend.

“you know, if you wanted me out so you could get laid, you could’ve just asked me.”

abby groans, picking your clothes up off the floor so you can get decent, and taking her harness off. she covers you as you put your clothes on.

“sorry you had to see that, manny.” you say with a giggle.

“it’s no problem, amiga” he responds. “i’m just glad that abs here is getting some.