#ceo!abby

[falrydyke]

against the rules (pt.1)

ceo!abby anderson x secretary!f!reader

the content warnings only include what happens in the specific part!!! there is no nsfw in this part, but there will be smut eventually!!!

cw: slow burn (multiple part series), slight angst, y/n used (IM SORRYYYYY), mentions of drinking

(i’m sorry this sucks ass, i just really wanted to get pt.1 out so y’all aren’t waiting forever 😭)

You sat at your desk, typing up an email to your boss when the phone rang. You picked it up and, using your customer service voice, answered, “Hello, Anderson Offices. How can I help you?” You were smiling even though the person on the other line couldn’t see you.

The person went on and on about needing to make a meeting with the ceo and you took a deep breath. You got these calls about 5 times every day.

“Ma’am, Miss Anderson is busy today. I’m sure you know she has a very busy schedule due to being the ceo of a business,” You said, smiling forcefully. You clicked on the calendar on your computer and scrolled a bit before continuing, “The next available spot she has to meet is in a month, on September 6th. Is that alright for you?”

The woman kept pushing and pushing before you eventually told her that was the soonest you could fit her in and she hung up.

You groaned and rubbed your forehead. Stupid people, you muttered. You were about to call your boss before the phone rang again.

The phone sat there, ringing for a moment before you finally grabbed it and started, “Hello! Anderson Offices, how can I help you today?”

You almost dropped the phone when a familiar voice responded, “Y/n. I need to see you in my office. Now.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your stomach doing flips, twists, and turns. “Y-Yes, ma’am. Right away.”

The black heels that you wore that day clacked against the floor as you speed walked towards the elevator. You pressed the buttons as fast as you could and waited impatiently to get to the top. You quickly walked over to the huge doors at the end of the hallway, your heart beating at an insane speed.

Click! The door opened slowly without making a sound (besides the small sound of turning the door knob). Your boss had her back turned, staring out the window while sat in her large seat. You could see her large arms sat on the arm rests.

“Sit,” Her voice boomed in the large room that echoed so easily. Your heels continued their clacking as you made your way to the seat across from her. You sat, your legs crossed over each other and your hands perched in your lap.

“Did someone call earlier?” She asked, still not turning around.

You were going to nod and then remembered she couldn’t see you, so you said, “M-Mhm. Wanted to meet with you, so I told her your next opening was in a-“ You were cut off when Abby turned and slammed her hand on the table. You jumped in your seat and stared at her with wide eyes.

“Do you even know who that was?!” She yelled, glaring at you.

Abby Anderson. Intimidating, terrifying, and possibly dangerous. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce through you, as if she could see every single thought running around in your mind.

She went to yell again but you just mumbled, “No.”

Abby looked at you like you were stupid. “How long have you worked here?”

“A year—“ You barely got your words out before she continued as if you hadn’t said anything.

“How the fuck did you not recognize her voice?!” She panted, out of breath from just how angry she was.

You stood there with wide eyes, breathing shakily. Abby stared into your eyes. The silence was louder than the screaming that had just happened.

“I’ll call her back and tell her that you’re unavailable.” You turned and quickly walked out the door, not looking back once. The sound of the door slamming shut behind you was the last thing Abby heard before she slammed her hands against her desk and screamed.

———————————————————————

After you called the woman back and told her that Abby wasn’t available anymore, you worked until your shift was over. As soon as you looked at the time and saw that it was 8:03pm, you rushed out the door.

You sat in a cab on the way home and stared out the window, watching buildings and people pass by. Even though it was later in the day, the streets were still full of tourists, women club hopping, and your typical Chicago wanderers.

You grabbed your bag and handed the driver your money, smiling and thanking him before getting out and walking into your apartment building. You got paid surprisingly well for being a secretary, mainly because you worked specifically for Abby. The door clicked open and you smiled when your cat came running.

Vixen wrapped around your legs as you shut the door behind yourself, the black cat purring.

“Did you miss me, baby?” A big smile spread across your face as you set your things down and picked Vixen up. She settled into you, purring still.

You carried Vixen to your living room and set her down, going to the kitchen quickly and grabbing a glass of wine. The couch made an oomph sound as you sat down and pet Vixen while you sipped your wine.

All of a sudden, your phone rang. You groaned and grabbed it. What the fuck? Why is she calling me?

You answered and put the phone to your ear, “Miss Anderson, why are you calling me at almost nine o’clock at night?”

“Y/n,” She slurred. Was she drunk? “Are you at home?”

“Miss Anderson — are you.. drunk??” You finally spoke what had been swirling in your brain since she started talking.

“No, no, y/n, of course not!” She snickered. “Why would you think that?!” Abby burst out laughing, and finally when her giggling faded, she confessed, “Y/n… I think I am drunk! You’re so smart!”

You groaned and rubbed your temple. “Miss Anderson, go to bed. Please.”

“Mmm… why are you telling me what to do?” She scoffed.

Please don’t yell, please don’t yell, please don’t- “Do not tell me what to do, y/n, I am your boss.” She said, her voice raised.

“Yes, right, sorry Miss Anderson. Goodnight. I’m going to bed seeing as I have work in the morning.” You responded with a forced smile and hung up.

I need a new job.

[elliezlils11utt]

OMG PLS PLS MORE DBF ABBY TEXTSSSSS I'm so in love with ur acc

awah thank you bb !! ask and u shall receive.

TEXTS WITH DBF/CEO!ABBY PT 2 {PT 1 HERE!}

[lucidfairies]

money [a.a]

pairing: ceo!abby x secretary!reader

synopsis: when you finally land the job of your dreams, you had no idea what your boss would be like. and damn, no idea you conjured could've done her justice.

warnings: top!abby, bottom!reader, age gap (reader is in her 20s, abby is in her early 40s), cunnilingus (r/a receiving), strap (r!receiving), praise + degradation, mommy kink, dirty talk, manhandling, pet names (sweetheart, sweet girl, angel, baby, whore, slut)

word count: 3.3k

it wasn't everyday that you landed a job with one of the most well known law firms in washington. for now you were just a secretary, someone to sit outside of an office and take calls, but your hope was to work your way up to one of their lawyers.

you had little prior experience with being a secretary, but it was just enough to get you this gig. the building was large, and the office you were to assist was on one of the highest floors, naturally where the head of the firm was.

you knew her, abby anderson. incredibly talented lawyer who even won over a supreme court case. though you hadn't met her in person, you were exhilarated to meet her. she was who you dreamed to be, especially by her age.

it wasn't until your third day, when abby was finally in the office, when you got a glimpse of what working here would actually look like. abby showed up in a well pressed black suit, armani logo drilling into your eyes like a laser, making you feel all that underdressed.

"do I know you?" she asked when you knocked gently on her office door and went in. she truly didn't mean to be rude - her son had been sick for three days and she was feeling it now - but you didn't know that. you automatically assumed she was an asshole, and that threw you off.

you cleared your throat, meeting her eyes and immediately shifting them again. she was intimidating, almost scary. "I'm y/n. I'm your new assistant." she looked you up and down, gaze still burning your skin, and the corner of her mouth turned up to a smirk.

"great. I take my coffee black, nothing in it. there will be a card on your desk that you can charge it to every morning. get yourself something. I expect you to leave before I do, as I stay late. by any chance, do you babysit?" your eyes found hers as you finally looked up.

"I mean, I can. I used to when-" she cut you off, uninterested in anything except the yes. you noted that for later.

"I might need you to pick up my son from school every couple weeks. not often, and certainly not until I've run a background check on you." she wasn't hardly looking at you now, eyes flipping between her papers and computer. "did I miss anything?"

"no ma'am," you said, standing up and instinctively wiping off your skirt, though there was nothing there. suddenly you were back at your desk, waiting for calls and bookings to come in while trying to make sense of that interaction.

the next day you arrived late, but in your defense, the line at the coffee place was long and traffic was even longer, and now you weren't even sure that the coffee was hot. abby was there when you gently knocked on her door, allowing your entry with a low 'come in.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, there was really bad traffic and the line-"

"it's okay, sweet girl." your stomach flipped. yesterday, when your eyes knew nothing but the floor, you hadn't exactly taken in her appearance, but today. today.

today she was in a black turtleneck, sleeves right around the muscle in her arms that just made her look so, so good. her black slacks were tight at her hips with a belt, and they were hugging her legs so tight that you were sure the seam would rip.

her hair was pulled into a nice bun and she wore no makeup, not that she ever needed to. she had freckles, beautiful eyes. rings. she had rings, that she could put inside of you any day.

"I'll be on time tomorrow, miss." your gaze dropped again as you turned to leave her office. this was surely going to be nothing but torture for the following months.

two weeks later was the first time she asked you to stay late. you originally had plans, but the way your name dripped off of her tongue like honey made you immediately cancel them. she had asked you politely to pick up her son, and you even acquired her number from the ordeal.

dealing with kids was not your specialty, but abby's son was a delight. he talked all about his mom, some about his dad and it made you wonder if abby was single or not. she never wore a ring to your knowledge, not even on a necklace, and from your speculation she almost looked like a lesbian. maybe you were just dreaming about the end.

if you had taken your apartment and multiplied it by ten, it still wouldn't be half the size of abby's house. she truly did have money, if the armani suits and porsche didn't say that already.

an hour into your babysitting, which almost just felt like hanging out with a kid in a mansion, abby got home. she walked in, greeting you with the first real smile you had ever seen on her face. your brain malfunctioned when you gently placed her hand on your arm and pressed an innocent kiss onto your cheek.

you were blushing profusely, pupils blown, almost dizzy, all she did was kiss your cheek, a very normal way of greeting someone and you were fucked. abby didn't fail to see you run your fingers over the spot and look at them before quickly turning back towards the two of them.

abby lived for it. lived for the you drooled over everything she did, lived for the way that she was sure her fingers would look so, so good in your mouth... and she tried not to think about it. how could she, when her son was standing right next to her, trying to tell her about his day, and you. you just looked so innocent.

you were engulfed in her smell, the perfect balance of pine and amber and erotica. she smelled like five hundred dollar cologne right off the shelf of valentino. you wanted to smell like that, wanted to smell like that, wanted to wear her clothes and have everyone think that you were together.

"thanks for coming, sweetheart. I'll see you on monday." you looked at her with your brows knit, knowing you had work the following day, friday. "take the day off. you did something for me, and I'm repaying you. use my card and get something."

the amount of money she had to just throw around was so attractive to you. she was an independent woman who brought in millions every year and was letting some secretary she had known for three weeks let buy anything on a day off.

monday had arrived, and you had purchased nothing with abby's card, naturally. you weren't one to spend someone's money just because they had a lot of it, or because they told you to. she would've had to buy it for you to accept it, at that.

it was nearing eleven when abby called you into her office by your first name, instead of one of the many nicknames she always seems to use. "sit." she demanded as you stepped in, and you did so.

"is something wrong, ms. anderson?" she wasn't mad, but she was irritated. she told you to do something, told you to put yourself first and you didn't.

"I told you to treat yourself on friday," her gaze left her laptop and met your eyes. "why didn't you?" you blanked for a moment.

"I just.. I didn't feel right spending money that wasn't mine." she gave you a disapproving look, before getting up and coming around her desk to stand in front of you. in a matter of moments, one of her large hands was grabbing your jaw and forcing your head up to look at her.

she bent down slightly, lips grazing over yours, and you were sure she could feel how much your face heated up. "next time I tell you to do something, you're going to do it. understand, sweet girl?"

"I don't-" your pupils were blown and you were so desperate for her to press her lips just a bit closer, fill the gap and just let you have it.

"say 'yes abby'."

"y-yes abby." she let go of your face and went back to her desk, pretending to pay you little attention, but she was acutely aware of the way you pushed your thighs together and squirmed.

"you're dismissed. I expect to see a charge by the morning." you got up and hurried out, going straight to the bathroom. your face was burning up, and you could vaguely see an imprint from her hand.

you were meaninglessly circling the mall, trying to decide what to spend this newfound money on. obviously you wouldn't get something big and glamorous, no matter how much she seemingly wanted you to.

every time you walked, you seemed to pass victoria's secret. It seemed like it was calling you to buy something, and after that interaction with abby earlier, you decided that maybe you should treat yourself and went in.

you looked around for a while before finding a cute blue set, with embroidered, lacy flowers. it was nothing special, just transparent and high waisted, but it was speaking to you. suddenly you knew what you were wearing to work the next day.

- - -

you felt completely scandalous wearing a short little skirt over the lingerie in the morning, with a button down, where the first few buttons were unbuttoned. it was different from your usual dress pants and blouse, but it definitely did what you needed it to do.

work was as usual for the majority of the morning, and you were suddenly doubting why you wore what you did. there was no point, you were seriously delusional and seriously needed help. what kind of freak where's lingerie and completely inappropriate work clothes to work after one minor interaction with their boss?

that was until you got a simple email from ms. anderson herself, reading nothing but;

my office. now, please.

you cleared your throat, brushed out your hair slightly and adjusted your shirt before nonchalantly entering her office. you sat, observing the way she remained quiet for a moment before clearing her desk and turning her attention towards you.

“did you think I wouldn't realize?” she asked, cooly, with her eyebrows raised slightly. “I mean, props to you, you did as you were told. but I checked the card. I'm not the only one who can see the transactions on that card either, sweetheart.”

you were immediately red. who else could see them? “I didn't r-really think-”

“no, you didn't. I bet the men in my finances would love to see you dancing around in whatever you bought, wouldn't they, baby?” she was standing before you could think, hands resting on the handles of your chair. “why don't you show me, huh? I know you're wearing it.”

“I'm not- we can't do that here.” you looked around, though you knew no one would ever bother her and her office had no cameras. “we're at work, abigail.” there was a fast switch in her eyes, the way they went from cocky to wide, almost needy.

“fuck,” her head dropped into the crook of your neck before she ran her nose along your jaw. “say it again. please, baby.” her tone, the gentle pleading made any rational thoughts disappear from your mind. your hand wrapped around the collar of her button down and pulled her in gently.

“abigail,” you whispered, “I want this,” with that, her hands were everywhere, all at once. she was pulling you up, wrapping her large hands around your hips as she pulled you in for a harsh kiss. she was forcing you onto her desk, keeping her lips to yours as your bodies molded to each other.

she left your lips, finding a perfect spot on your neck and sucking. you gasped when you felt her hand undoing the buttons of your shirt and pulling it out of your skirt. you were grabbing her by her waist trying to pull her closer as she continued to mark up your neck and grab your tits.

when she finally pulled away from your neck, her eyes became wide looking at your lingerie clad tits. you slid your shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it, looking up at her as you began to unbutton hers. she didn't let you get very far before she was gently pushing you back until your back was against the cool wood of the desk.

she unclipped your bra and pulled it off, tongue immediately meeting your nipple. she bit it and you yelped, grabbing her shoulders. her large hand was messing with your other, tugging gently and kneading. "I love your tits so fucking much, baby.” she mumbled into your skin while she kissed down your stomach.

she left more hickies on your ribs, but you desperately needed her in one place. she was pulling your skirt down in seconds, pressing her tongue against you like it was nothing and watching you arch and moan. she was eating you out through your underwear for a minute, before you grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.

"take them off." she smirked, and her head tilted slightly to the side.

"who said you're in charge, sweet angel?" the nickname was new, but you fucking loved that she always called you sweet. you were something sweet to her, and that made your brain lag every time.

"abby please," you bucked into her, chasing friction. that's when you felt it; the large bulge in her slacks that you hadn't noticed earlier.

"feel that, baby? that's all for you." she pulled down your underwear slowly, tossing it in the pile of clothes. she spread your lips, watching slick connect and drip down your thighs. your face burned and you covered it, embarrassed. "uncover your face or I'll stop." you did as told.

she pulled a ponytail off her wrist and pulled her hair into a bun before pressing her tongue into your clit and licking a fat stripe. your head hit the desk with a thud, reveling at the feeling. she worked your clit, sucking it into her mouth and painting patterns with her tongue while she pressed a finger into entrance.

she used her free hand to hold you down by your stomach, since your squirming was messing her up. you whined when she added a second finger, not used to her thick fingers. "if you can't take my fingers, how am I supposed to fuck you with my strap?" you moaned at her words, loving the dirtiness of it.

she returned to your clit and you got loud when she curled her fingers up into the best spot, whimpering and groaning. she remembered the time when you pressed your fingers to your cheek in her house, and brought her unused hand to your mouth, tapping your chin lightly. "open your mouth and suck," she instructed, noticing your confused look.

you took two of her fingers in your mouth and sucked them, which shut you up. your stomach coiled, a warm feeling rushing between your legs before you could even mumble a word. it felt like you just kept coming, until she finally pulled away from your cunt.

"are you gonna give me another one, angel?" she was unclipped her belt while you caught your breath. "wanna fuck you all day." she pulled her pants and boxers down just barely enough to get her strap out. "flip over, ass up." you turned over, fucked out muscles aching.

she ran the tip of her strap between your folds, letting your wetness lube it up, then lined up with your hole. she pushed just the tip in, groaning at the way you took it so well and swallowed her in. "what if I just fucked you like this, huh?" you whined.

"please.. need more," you pushed your hips back slightly, trying to push her in further. she pulled out, simply pushing the tip back in.

"desperate fucking whore," she thrust in on the last word, bottoming out immediately. you whimpered, the strap stretching you far more than her fingers. "aw, baby, does that hurt?" she pulled out far and fucked into you again.

she started fucking you, deep and hard, until you were moaning and grabbing onto the desk, trying to stabilize yourself. one of her hands left your hips and grabbed your hair, wrapping it around her fist and tugging. "fuck.. abby- abs.. mommy,”

your eyes widened at the name, which came out unintentionally. she stopped momentarily before groaning and picking her pace back up rapidly. "call me that again." the tip of her strap kissed your cervix and bumped against your g-spot every time. her arm wrapped around your waist, flicking your clit.

"mommy.. m'gonna cum." you slurred, cock drunk and fucked out. she kept her pace, hardly changing anything except for the fact that she was louder now, finding the perfect angle to get the harness to hit her clit.

"just wait a second, my love,” you held it for as long as you could, but it became too much, and she was hitting just right. your mind went absolutely blank as your vision went white, a wave crashing over you as you came.

you could hear abby moaning, but you were still going, and unable to think of anything. “fuck baby, you make such a mess.” you relaxed your tense body and look over your shoulder at abby's soaked harness, pants, and desk.

“m’sorry.” she slowly pulled her strap out and unclipped it front her hips, letting you lay for another minute before she grabbed your hips and helped you flip over and sit up. “wanna make you cum, mommy.” you looked at her with doe eyes, watching her eyes darken.

“I already came, sweetheart. don't worry about me.” you brought your hand down to cup her cunt and she took in a sharp breath. you ground your palm against her clit and she groaned, shifting her stance from foot to foot.

you slid off the desk with wobbly legs and kneeled in front of her, pupils blown. “please mommy,” you ran your nails over her abs and under her boxer strap lightly, making her muscles tense.

“such a slut, aren't you? want mommy to fuck your face?” you nodded, pulling her boxers down to her ankles. her blonde bush matched her hair, and you noticed her happy trail that you hadn't earlier. “stick out your tongue, baby, be a good girl.”

you stuck your tongue out flat, not even getting a chance to lick before she was pressing her cunt to your mouth. she fucked herself on your face, gripping your hair tight and grinding fast. you gently pushed her against the desk, lifting one of her legs to your shoulder and leaving the other one down.

she must have loved the new angle, because she was moaning and grunting more than you had ever heard her. her clit was twitching and puffy, wet from your spit and her slick. she let out an involuntary whimper, and it was like music to your ears. “gonna c-cum on your f-fucking face, angel.”

her legs shook as she came, ans you spent the following moments licking all of it up. you pulled away and stood up, still shaky. she pulled her boxers and slacks up, moving towards the pile of clothes and handing you what was yours. “do you wanna get dinner tonight?” she stopped what she was doing to button up your shirt and zip your skirt.

“yeah, that's great.” she smiled, kissing you softly.

“you can go home if you want to clean up. I can take my own calls for a few minutes.” it was your turn to smile, grateful to get out of your uncomfortable, wet clothes.

“I'll see you tonight?” you asked, looking over your shoulder once you got to the door.

“pick you up at seven.”

a/n: part two? 🤭

tag list: @shewantstoknow @baumbii @zombholic

[gigi-loveless]

rich abby bossy abby mafia abby!!! the power play is just delicious

YESSSS!!! ceo!abby >>>

sorry if this is bad i’m insanely eepy after tanning all day 😭

𐙚 she would so be the type to overstim you to no end after a hard day at the office, begging you “gimme one more baby….ill buy you that pretty necklace you wanted….atta girl.” as you bounce mindlessly on her dick.

𐙚 she would also be the type to let her girl “help” her when working from home (letting you eat her out under her desk while she replies to emails.)

𐙚 getting cuffed up with her tie after you were prancing around her formal event in a skin tight maroon dress that hugged your curves near sinfully

𐙚 strapping you down with your tits smushed up against the frigid glass window of her penthouse apartment

𐙚 gifting her boudoir photos in her suit jacket and her favorite pair of luxury lingerie she bought just for you underneath it

𐙚 that she keeps in her wallet to peek at from behind her desk <3

requests are open!!

[mystellenia]

Ellie with small boob gf too plz *sniffles* lol

hi clitter critters (stop i’m so trademarking that)

heres the version with big boobies 🍒

and here's small boobies version!!

i already answered a req asking for this exact prompt about a week ago but don't worry critters it's all my fault that i didn't write it then bc procrastination is a bitch

here's your weekly reminder that, yes, i am alive, and, yes, i do post!!!

time for tiny boobies appreciation day. when i finish classes, i will 1.) make a cup of coffee because i’m fucking exhausted and 2.) write this in the evening huzzah

me when i knock the flip out tonight

[macfrog]

hear me out🤨ceo joel probably owns a boat🤨maybe not a yacht but a tasteful sailboat or something 🤨 maybe he works the boat himself instead of hiring a crew 🤨 and certain activities definitely happen on that boat🤨🤨🤨

oh fr that man is fuckingggg on a boat. and him working it himself?! please. as if i'm not already on my knees, non

they'd get back from paris and she'd spend weeks just poking fun at him for owning a jet, and he'd laugh it off at first but that cocky humor he has would soon come over him n he'd be all you liked the jet? got somethin' even better.

hm. wouldn't say i liked the jet, naw- but she's already noticed the boat on the water from the car window. and the words fall flat to the floor of her mouth. already slack-jawed, taking joel's hand and climbing out of the rolls completely dumbfounded.

he'd, like, help her up on deck and she'd settle, waiting for him to come sit next to her when he starts tugging on ropes and hoisting the sails and whatever else you do on a sailboat. he'd be stretching up and his shirt would lift and she'd be staring at the little trail of hair leading down beneath his belt buckle, and then, y'know -

they'd be out on the water, he'd stop the motor and just let it drift along, that little happy trail still on her mind to the point where she sits him back, kneels between his legs, and tells him to just relax, you've done all the hard work. let me take a turn now.

your honor i love them

(there is coincidentally a boat scene in the next chapter but it's not anything like what y'all might be expecting lol)

[fappellmoan]

oh right. two shows with non-feminine dykes and poc cancelled in one day. yeah im killing myself

[abbyshands]

ellabs twitter links pt. 3 ♡

18+, minors DNI.

els <3

⋆𐙚₊˚ biker!ellie taking care of you

⋆𐙚₊˚ riding ellie’s strap

⋆𐙚₊˚ scissoring with sub!bottom!ellie

⋆𐙚₊˚ ellie riding your face

⋆𐙚₊˚ “on your knees.”

⋆𐙚₊˚ ellie making you take it from the back

⋆𐙚₊˚ pussy slaps with ellie <3

⋆𐙚₊˚ sucking ellie’s nipples

⋆𐙚₊˚ ellie fingering you in her car

⋆𐙚₊˚ jackson!ellie

abs <3

⋆𐙚₊˚ riding abby’s strap

⋆𐙚₊˚ dom!abby and her obsession with doggy style <3

⋆𐙚₊˚ riding abby’s fingers

⋆𐙚₊˚ sub!abby eating you out

⋆𐙚₊˚ sucking sub!abby’s nipples and eating her out

⋆𐙚₊˚ scissoring with abby

⋆𐙚₊˚ taking care of sub!abby

⋆𐙚₊˚ seattle!abby

⋆𐙚₊˚ taking care of ceo!abby after a long day

⋆𐙚₊˚ wife!abby when you get a new house

[abbyslapdog]

i'm going to cum while reading the report

imagine doing a quarterly review with her…….

[fantastikceo]

Made İn Abyss 1.Sezon 10 & 13 (Final)

[atyourmerci]

I don’t care that you’re a stoner

Ceo!abby

Dr. A.A

CW: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, mean!abby, sub!reader, light bondage (belt), tribbing brrr, talks of strap usage, tribbing breeding kink brrr, degradation, fingering, cum play

A/N: this is technically a drabble but I gave it a title bc that’s what Chappell deserves

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Why Dr. Anderson decided to come to you, your pathetic excuse of an ‘office’ instead of your usual frequent visits to hers, was beyond you. Following her around like a dog to her every beck and call. Having to call her doctor since she insisted on getting her doctorate in finance…fucking prick.

Even your credentials, your place in the hierarchy of the company didn’t exclude you from being her little bitch. She seldom gave you the decency of just looking at you when you did her dirty work. Filing her papers, calling her clients, getting her coffee, black of course, like she would drink anything with an ounce of happiness.

She never thanked you. She made it clear where you stood to her, below her. A bleeding, breathing, able-minded body. It could be you, or the next, as long as it was done correctly.

So nice of her as she glares at you from the door of your office that was always open. “What are your plans for tonight?” She says driving her veiny wrists into her slack pockets, her normal intimidating eyes driving into your soul.

“I should be done that paperwork by six, is there something else I need to get to you?”

“After that,” she remarks sternly, as if you should’ve know that, as if that was something she’d ever asked before.

“Uhh go home?” You answer dumbly, utterly confused by her insistence on your personal endeavors.

“Come out with us tonight. We go to max’s down the road,” it was a question with no opportunity for refusal. You didn’t say no to Dr.Anderson.

“Oh I don’t-“ you shake your head before she cuts you off.

“I know I can smell you. Seven. Tonight.”

Sprawled out, aggressively stripped of your outing dress, on her luxurious thousand thread cotton sheets. Dr. Anderson’s Louis Vuitton belt tied around your wrist, her attempt to regain dominance.

Even as she’s panting, muffled curses coming out as pleas as she grinds her soaking cunt against your own. Her clit is so swollen now, after completely abusing your hole. Her pent up arousal seeping into the sticky mess she created with her relentless thrusts earlier.

“Couldn’t fucking stop thinking ‘bout this,” she pants out, rutting into you like a dog in heat, her sticky white cum ruining her precious expensive sheets.

You can’t seem to find words to remark her pathetic admission, so completely fucked out from your previous orgasm.

Kneading your breast in her hand she brings her teeth to your neck, biting down on the thin flesh, sure to leave marks for everyone to see. But that wasn’t enough for her.

“Gonna cum in this needy pussy, let everyone know how much of a whore you are.”

A guttural moan leaves your throat, the thought of her marking you, claiming you as hers.

“Hmm the little slut likes that? Getting used as my fucking cumdump?”

The only thing you can seem to mutter out is a sad ‘mhmm’ as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

A ‘fucking slut’ is heard in the background as you feel her reposition herself, turning herself sideways inbetween your legs, throwing your leg over her shoulder. She reconnects your swollen clits, with the addition of sliding two of her thick fingers back into you. Slipping in with ease, coating her fingers with the mix of pearl slick.

“FUCK,” you come back to your senses at the new sensation, needing to hold onto anything but your hands are still bound by her belt.

“Still so fucking tight, need to stretch her out so it’ll only feel good when I do it.” Her pace beginning to quicken, her hips bucking into your thigh. Her teeth biting into the flesh of your thigh, holding back whimpers of your name.

“B-better take all my cum. Every last drop slut,” she begins losing herself, her thrusts only getting sloppier. Gripping into the flesh of your thighs to stabilize herself, trying to get you off again before herself.

“I-I promise doctor.”

Was what set her off, dropping her head back as her mouth gapes. “fuckfuckholyfuck,” her legs begin to shake, hot white cream dripping out of her pulsing hole, dripping down your clit and finding its home in your own twitching abandoned hole.

Huffing out as she regains her stability, realizing she’s losing time, her cum dripping down to her sheets and spreading. Not where she needed it.

She takes her fingers back to your cunt, scooping up what’s left, pushing it deep inside of you and keeping them as far as she can get.

“This is what you wanted huh? Nasty fucking mess stuffed with my cum,” she says with a grin of the devil herself. So pleased seeing you so dumb for her, another level of submission she could coax you into.

You give a pathetic nod, feeling her cum painting your walls as she’s deep in your cervix. She begins giving tantalizing licks to your clit as she watches your chest rise and fall.

“Abby please-“

Before you could finish you feel a rough grab on your belt adorned wrists, pulling you up to face her.

“Get the rest you missed.” She says pulling you down into the sheets, your mouth opening instinctively. Licking the cum soaked cotton sheets as she watches you from below her.

Once she’s satisfied she grips your jaw in her hand, guiding your gaze to her soaking cunt, still dripping with the mix of both of your orgasms-

“Every. Last. Drop.”

[gigi-loveless]

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

❀ - nsfw

♡ - fluff

𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑠

pervy!neighbor!ellie ❀

hate sex with ellie ❀

camgirl!ellie ❀

partying with ellie ❀

dom!ellie x dom!reader ❀

loser!roommate!ellie ❀

ellie comforting you during a panic attack ♡

𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛

dildo warming ❀

ceo!abby ❀

abby x drunk reader ♡

restraint kink part 1 - part 2 ❀

doctor!breeding kink! abby ❀

clingy domestic!abby ♡

abby comforting traumatized reader ♡

𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑠

roommate!ellabs x reader ❀

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streamer!hazel ♡

pervy!roommate!hazel ❀

nsfw headcanons - part 2 - part 3 ❀

gamer!hazel ❀

gamer!hazel x gamer!reader ♡

misc. hazel headcanons - part 2 ♡

cuddling ♡

hazel x drunk reader ♡

skinny dipping ♡

first time with hazel ❀

jealousy, jealousy ❀

first ‘i love you’ ♡

loser!dom!hazel x mean!popular!reader - part 2 ❀

pierced nipples ❀

doing hazels makeup ♡

snow day with hazel ♡

first date ♡

midnight drive ♡

swiftie!hazel at the eras tour ♡

mind break ❀

stormy weather ♡

partying with hazel ❀

stoner!hazel ♡

taking her virginity ❀

pep rally ♡

[r3starttt]

CEO! ABBY

Ceo! Abby who one day saw you in the office and couldn't stop thinking about you, has she met you before? have you maybe worked more than once with her but she's suddenly realizing you're here?

Or Ceo! Abby who saw you in one of the many fancy places she goes and had to ask for your number to keep in contact with such gorgeous woman!!!!!

Ceo! Abby who whatever scenario she knows you from, had a hard time finding the right way and words to approach to you without looking creepy (as in, don't even look at me I bite) or awkward (as in look at me I have money!)

Ceo! Abby who spoils you ridiculously frequent, for whatever reason. You want something? Just ask!

Ceo! Abby who has the softest spot for you. Who calls you any free time she has just to hear your voice or get some comfort. Who messages you when she gets the chance or she's bored in a meeting just to remind you how much she loves you and how she can't wait for the day to end to just see you and talk and cuddle :(

Ceo! Abby who also, sometimes (a lot) calls you or messages you because she's missing you and your body and your voice and can't help but get ridiculously and humiliatingly wet at the pure thought of you l

Ceo! Abby who sends you pics of her fits in the most delicious angles! Her lap, her hands holding her morning coffee, her hands innocently displayed over her lap. Her braid all messy after a looong day, or her hair loosened if you asked her to do so because yes, this is another way of spoiling her girl.

Ceo! Abby who's all mean and tough with everyone, not allowing any mistake, having assistants for everything and always busy. All that except for you, who gets the special treatment. She's never, ever, busy (only if u ask)

Ceo! Abby who takes you everywhere she goes, pays the most expensive hotels, experiences, all for you and for your hard work of keeping her zen and accompanied even when you don't have to.

Ceo! Abby who has the most gorgeous style ever?!!!?! She always looks so good and smells so good. Not only at work but on her daily life, she's always so pretty!!!

Ceo! Abby who makes sure she isn't the only one looking hot and gorgeous and pretty. Who makes sure you wear the most expensive clothes. Who also knows she has to take advantage of it, buying you clothes she wants to see you wearing whether they are your style or no.

Ceo! Abby who loves having the most rough sex on her desk but is sooo polite and nice at home. She simply can't contain herself and who are you to deny anything she asks!

Ceo! Abby who's definitely wearing a strap under her suits.

Ceo! Abby who loves spreading your lipstick all over your face (her own too duh) your gloss too. And who loves helping you choose the color for your next lipstick precisely because of that

Ceo! Abby who makes sure to leave bruises all over your skin if there's the chance. Who loves you leaving bruises on her because who tf is gonna say anything? they're done if they dare yk?

[fappellmoan]

GAGGGGGGHHED YHIS IS SO FUNNY

[elliezlils11utt]

—// UPDATED FULL MASTERLIST !!

smut: 🤍

fluff: 🌿

angst: 🪐

request: 📝

suggestive: 🌺

~~~

-THE LAST OF US! :

-/ABBY ANDERSON:

DBF!abby #1: 🌺🌿

DBF!abby #2: 🤍

texts with DBF !abby: 🌺🌿(🪐?)

abby trapping you with her thighs as u eat her out: 🤍

abby making u taste yourself after she eats u out: 🤍

CEO!abby buying u a dress a size too small to look at ur curves: 🌺

girlfriend!abby fucking u with an electric toothbrush: 🤍🌿

abby finds u wondering around the wlf base and fucks u:🤍(🪐?)

-/ELLIE WILLIAMS:

texts with loser!ellie: 🌺🌿🌿

Ellie with hypersexual!reader: 🌿🌿🪐🌺

gamer!ellie making u ride her controller: 🤍

Ellie finger fucking u with long natural nails: 🤍

Ellie with a bush/bodyhair: 🤍

Ellie being super giggly in bed: 🤍🌿

Ellie with reader who has attachment issues: 🌿🌿📝

Loser! Ellie accidentally calling u mommy in bed: 🤍📝

Ellie finding fresh sh on ur thigh during sex:(( :🪐🌿

I wanna be your girlfriend-girl in red: 🪐📝

bad idea! -girl in red: 🪐🪐🤍🌺

Ellie comforting u when your sick: 🌿

Ellie on your birthday: 🌿🌿

Ellie finger fucking u with rings on: 🤍

sweetheart pt 1(OLD): 🪐

sweetheart pt 2(OLD): 🪐

rockstar!ellie headcannons (OLD): 🪐🌿🌺?

bartender!ellie headcannons(OLD): 🪐🌿🌺?

Ellie with reader who has autism: 🌿📝

rough sweet sex with els: 🤍🌿📝

overstimming reluctant sub!ellie: 🤍📝

-ARCANE !!

-/VI:

Boxer!vi x newbie boxer!reader: 🤍

domfemm!reader finger fucking sub!vi with nails on: 🤍

-/JINX:

jinx overstimming the fuck outa you so she can eat ur cum over and over: 🤍

jinx teaches you how to build a bomb!: 🌿🌿🌿

-/SEVIKA:

riding sevs nose: 🤍

Pool/hot tub sex with sev: 🤍📝

[andersonfilms]

❝ YES TO HEAVEN ❞ ✶ ABBY ANDERSON !

"CEO!ABBY DRABBLE"

★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, wlw sex, mommy!kink, fem!reader, poc!friendly (PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF IT ISNT AND I WILL EDIT), bi!reader, riding abby like a cowgrl, dom!abby, cheating!reader (not on abby), ceo coded!abby, strap r!receiving, abby having a dirty fucking mouth, mention of future voyeriusm, praise!kink if you blink, brief of mention of ass eating.

RAYNE RAMBLES ★ first abby!smut. this is very sloppy and i literally wrote this in less than an hour. it is what it is. hope you enjoy! please reblog if you like it.

You had a boyfriend. Maybe there should be guilt weighing heavily on you, yet it was nowhere to be found. God, you couldn't locate a bone in your body regretting it, not now — you didn’t think ever. He worked for her for fuck sake. 

Yet, as she had you on her bed, riding her cock while the party remained downstairs, not a pretty thought racing through this head of yours. All you could think about was her. Big, calloused hands on your waist, guiding you into a rhythm as she bucked her hips upwards into yours. 

“Abby, fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Your tits bounced for her, nipples she had teased and sucked, nearly making you cum with her tongue alone. The blonde couldn’t help but tweak them with a twist of her fingers, reveling in the moan you offered on a silver platter.  

“This is all I wanna do, all day. ‘Jus ride you.” You slurred out to Abby. She could hear how much she was affecting you. Your wet cunt crying from being fucked. She just wanted to eat you out again, and she would. Certainly not before she had you come again. 

“Yeah, pretty girl? We can make that happen.” You moaned out her name as she hit a particular spot, one your boyfriend couldn’t even find in his dreams. 

“You know what I want?” Before you knew it, Abby grabbed your phone and dialed your boyfriend’s number. “I want you to talk about to your boyfriend while I fuck my favorite cunt. you can do that for me, right? My good girl.” 

“Hi, hun.” Your grip remained on the phone as you half-heartedly gave a response as Abby positioned you on all fours, before sinking back into you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as she did. 

“H-hi, sweetheart.” Abby was relentless as she fucked you, slowly pulling out until only the head of her cock was in, until she slammed all of her back in one thrust. Tears brought to your eyes as you tried to focus on the man you claimed to love, the sweet, dumb boy he always is. 

"Thank god you called, baby. Been looking for you everywhere.” Abby leaned her massive frame over you, kissing the back of your neck softly. as her pace increased, you felt so full of her, her hands slapping your ass now and then, knowing what the fuck that did to you.

“Yeah?” The question came out as a moan, more than a question. Abby giggled in your ear, knowing you were far too cock drunk to respond to her.

“Of course. Sorry. I worry just because of my boss, Abby.”

“Oh, really?” You questioned as Abby pulled away from you, hands gripping your waist as she settled into a rhythm you could barely handle. Intensely, pounding into over and over, at her mercy.

You were sure you were biting so harshly on your lip that you could taste the iron. 

“It’s stupid, really.” What was stupid was how easily Abby was manhandling you, her perfect little fuck toy bent to her will. She was moaning your name now, her heavy breath stuttering as the strap rubbed against her, and god, you could have cum right there.

“W-what is?” Now abby was thumbing your clit as her hips punished you. Fully settled in your pussy, as she fucks the sense right out of you.

“The guys at work told me to watch out for her. As soon as they saw the picture of you I kept on my desk, they said you were her type.”

Your boyfriend started rambling on but then Abby was whispering in your ear, “He’s not fucking wrong. I fucked this pussy the first day we met.” 

Abby’s filthy mouth leaves you light-headed and breathless.

“The darling boyfriend doesn't even know we fucked on his bed, does he? I guess you couldn’t tell him my pussy on yours feels better than his dick ever could. That would not be very nice, would it? My good fucking girl." 

Truly, after she whispered her sultry words you were gone. On the entire face of this god forsaken planet, you wouldn't be redeemed now. 

“So close, baby,” you murmured, forgetting he could hear you.

“What?” You asked. 

“Fuck. God.” The moans ripped out by her cock were music to her ears. 

“S-sorry, I meant, so close to being done here. I’ll meet you by the car?”

“Of course. see you soon, hun.”

As soon as you hung up, you threw the phone across the bed, and Abby pulled you up until you practically sat on her meaty thighs as she fucked you.

Her experienced hands grabbing onto your breasts, heavy in her hand as she felt your body convulse around her. Feeling yourself become closer and closer to your peak.

Her hips snapping harshly as she fucked you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as she did. She applied more pressure to your clit, her thumb rubbing circles having you cry out the name she craved to hear.

“Mommy, please let me come. Fuck, I need it so bad.”

“I bet you do, pretty. but make me a promise?”

“Yes, mommy. Whatever you want. I’ll do fucking anything. I just want to come for you. Be your good girl.”

“Next time I’m going to eat out your beautiful ass in front of him. Wanna Give him a lesson on how you like it. Then I’m going to show him how you love to eat mommy’s pussy. would you like that baby? wanna eat my cum right in front of him?”

“Fuck, yes. Holy fuck.” Your body dropped, face first as white ropes of cum coated her cock, your body twitching violently. Abby still fucked you through it. 

“I’m coming, oh fuck. God, mommy, your cock feels so good.”

“You like that?” Her giggle taunted you. Making you love her for it. “I know you do, baby.”

“My legs spread out for you, pussy wet and ready. I can see it now. do you think he’ll cry? I hope he does.” she laughs cruelly.

“Now, come show Mommy how grateful you are.”

“But, he’ll come looking for me.”

“Yeah, I know.”