#against the rules

[falrydyke]

against the rules (pt.2)

ceo!abby anderson x secretary!f!reader

cw: angst, teasing with clothes on, heavy making out, edging, degradation, denying feelings

Thursday is your favorite day of the week for a lot of reasons, but mainly because it’s the last day in your work week. You had Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays off.

You walked into work, trying not to think about your conversation with Abby last night. Why would she call you? She must have had other people she could’ve called, but she called you. It was probably an accident. You’re just getting in your head.

All you had to do was make it through the day and (hopefully) not see or talk to Abby.

You hung your purse in your personal locker, grabbing your water bottle and then walking out of the room.

Your body slid gracefully around everyone that was there — which was quite a few people.

It’s not like you were the only worker in that building; you worked in the main building, headquarters, so there were a few dozen people all flowing around the room, trying to get to their respective working spaces.

Your heels clacked against the floor as you walked towards your desk. You sat down to find a sticky note placed right smack dab in the middle of the surface.

My office. ASAP. — A.A.

Fuck. You were hoping on not seeing or talking to her at all today, but obviously the universe hated you.

You upsettingly walked towards the elevator and pressed the up button. It seemed like 100 years had passed before the doors finally opened and you stepped inside. The elevator ride was short, much to your dismay.

Ding! You walked out of the elevator, staring straight at the big doors in front of you. You were honestly debating on running back to the elevator, grabbing your things, and just leaving. But, you knew that was stupid and you might not be able to find another good job in the city if Abby told all of her business friends about your abrupt and rather rude behavior.

You swore you could hear your heart beating out of your chest as you opened the doors to Abby’s office. Her chair faced away from you, so you weren’t sure if she was even sitting there, but you stepped inside anyways.

The doors clicked shut behind you as you made your way over to Abby’s desk.

The air was thick with silence. Your own voice caught you off guard when you muttered squeakily, “You needed to see me?” You quickly cleared your throat, embarrassed at how you sounded — almost like a mouse.

“Sit.” Her voice was bold. Booming. Very much not like a mouse.

You instinctively sat down as soon as she spoke, your hands placed over one another in your lap.

Abby stood and walked over to the other side of her desk where you were perched in her guest chair. She looked down at you with seemingly no emotion, she just looked… bored, honestly.

“I called you last night,” She started, sucked her teeth, and then bent down so she was at your level, “Why did you answer?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat you hadn’t realized was there. “You’re my boss. I didn’t know if you needed something…”

Abby sighed and, “Do you realize what you did?” She stood back up. Forget her emotionless face, her eyes were now filled with anger.

“You answered your phone past your working hours, and didn’t think that maybe I was drunk?” She spat.

Your mind was reeling. She made no sense. Was she seriously blaming you for the call that she made?

“Are you actually blaming me for your actions right now? How was I supposed to know that you were drunk?” You argued. You weren’t even that mad, you were just confused.

Abby groaned and glared down at you. “You were just supposed to know!”

You stood and pursed your lips. You were most definitely angry now. “You’re going to blame me,” You stalked towards her. Abby backed up as you made your way closer. You continued, “For what you did, and then when confronted,” You pushed her against the desk. Abby leaned against it, her hands holding her upright. You finally spat out, “You give me the shittiest answer literally possible?”

You grabbed Abby by the tie and looked right into her eyes, “Fuck you. And fuck your response. Don’t fucking call me when you’re drunk, asshole.”

Abby huffed, you looked at her, and then it just happened. She grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, your lips smashing together. Her tongue invaded your mouth almost immediately, and you let it. You let her hands roam down to your ass where she squeezed tightly, earning a whimper from your swollen lips.

She picked you up by your ass and turned around so you were now sat on the desk. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that, slut.” She growled and brought one of her hands down to your cunt. You had a huge wet spot on your panties, and she could feel it.

“Such a whore, getting turned on by me yelling at you?” She groaned and ran her fingers along your clothed cunt. Quiet moans spilled out of you as she teased you through your clothes. Abby’s free hand played with your nipples; she had to force herself not to rip open your shirt and put her mouth on them.

You felt the knot in your stomach grow and grow, you were so close and she hadn’t even actually touched you. “Fuck, A-Anderson-“ Your gasps grew in pitch as you clawed at the edge of the desk, “Sooo fucking close!!”

You rutted against her fingers as she grinned at how needy you were getting. Just as you felt that coil snap, a knock sounded at the door. Abby pulled her hands away and looked behind herself.

“Out, now.” She demanded and walked around the desk to sit back in her chair.

You sat there, completely flabbergasted. You couldn’t believe it. She just fucking edged you. You hopped down from her desk, fixed your hair and clothes, and then walked out. You strode past the person waiting at the door, almost bumping into them.

Abby Anderson, your boss who seemingly hates you, just edged you while teasing you through your clothes. What. The. Fuck.

@blondehya IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! been super busy babes, sorry once again!! 💗💗💗 also just realized this is like kinda short… whoopsies

[edelgarfield]

it's all "be gay do crime" until someone posts a link to their ko-fi on ao3.

[mohluskiepedard]

Looking back maybe we should have known I was autistic when at eleven starting secondary school I wore my backpack on one shoulder not because it was comfortable or easier but because that is How Secondary School Kids Wear Their Bags.

I don't think this is even something I observed from the people around me. it was just something I had decided. You go to big school you wear your backpack on one shoulder.

These were the Rules and if I Didn't wear my bag that way They'd Know. What would they know? Unclear. But they would Know

[vanmarkham]

I think my hurdle with oc kiss week is lmao I do not like writing other peoples ocs it is Too Much Pressure

[sneakyfox55]

Nicknames Aloe and Lull have for each other?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING DO YOUR HOMEWORK

[winemom-culture]

I can’t wait to go to my endocrinologist on Friday for the first time since like June now that I have health insurance again to be told she can’t tell me anything because we haven’t had any blood work in months despite my emails on the patient portal thing and an unanswered phone message for the office asking if they could check if the dr wants to order the usual blood work before the appointment bc I know they usually can’t tell me anything without it. and also to tell her I’ve accidentally been completely off all my meds since June when I had the lapse health insurance. Oopsie Daisy

[lastoneout]

Seein' too many Twitter refugees asking if they'll get in trouble for saying "kill yourself" to people and while no, you're not gonna get nuked from orbit, that is maybe something you just shouldn't be doing in general perhaps?? Maybe telling people to kill themselves is bad actually?? Some of y'all are wild, why is the first thing you can think to ask on a new platform if you can send one of the worst kinds of harassment to people?? Grow tf up and learn how to use the block button. It'll do wonders for your mood, trust me.

[violent138]

When the Robins were too young to convincingly pass as drivers, they'd always insist that Bruce drive them to school or anyplace they were running late to, because Bruce's extensive illegal racing experience meant they were guaranteed to make it there on time. Or even early sometimes.

[lewisinho]

my god are we in fucking kindergarten 💀

[haunted-xander]

I made this AAAAGES ago and forgot to post it and now I'm annoyed by how it's rotting away on my phone so here. Bratty teen Thancred being a menace to Fourchenault (and a bad influence on Urianger lol)

[suntails]

happy birthday silver!!

[falrydyke]

i’ve FINALLY started writing pt. 2 for against the rules, i’m still on vacay but i will be home in 2 days and will get it done!!! sorry to everyone who’s waiting 🫶🏻 ily guys so much and thank you thank you thank you for all the support or wtv 🤭

p.s. there is slight smut in pt. 2… but you didn’t hear that from me!

[chalkrub]

putting my response to the palette challenge from oc-tober on da main blog because it accidentally became a full illustration. whoops. but this palette is like a brother to me and it fit mendel so well...what was i to do

[nyaaamato]

orpheus & eurydice

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good Morning, World.

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[mesothrax]

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