#mean abby

[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!

[starrywilliams]

thinking about mean abby sjdjdjdb

“wishing you hadn’t been such a brat earlier now, hm?” she said, voice slightly hoarse. her hips were flat against yours, strap deep inside you - motionless as her hands sat tightly fixed on your waist, refusing any movement from your desperate hips. “please? fuck, i’ll do whatever you want.” you pleaded, trying to keep as still as possible hoping that may please her. “anything?” she hummed, half to herself and half to you. “anything, please-“ you mumbled breathlessly, “i just need-” your words were cut off by the quick withdrawal of her hips, leaving you empty and gasping. “am i supposed to care about what you need? been teasing me all day, playing your slutty little games - you didn’t care how i felt then, did you baby?” she cooed, a sadistic smile crawling up her cheeks as she stared down at your pathetic writhing body. you tried to argue your case, tears dripping over your waterline as you shifted helplessly against the air. “no you didn’t.” she shook her head, wearing a malice-tainted version of your desperate expression as she mocked you; a blunt laugh echoing out of her chest. “please, i’ll be good from now on.” you whined - already knowing it would be hopeless. “oh i’ll tell you if you’ve been good. do what i say and be the obedient little slut i know you can be, then i’ll decide if you’ve been good enough. yeah?” you forced down a sob, nodding at her as you tried to prepare for what you had just gotten yourself into. “don’t look too scared baby, i don’t bite - at least not hard.”

[absfemme]

be quiet . ♡︎

cw ; noncon. asphyxiation. abby with a dick.

fucking rookies. useless, reckless, never listening to a damn thing she says—it's not her fault one of them ran off and got bit! just making more work for her and getting issac on her ass instead of their own. and fuck issac, too. fuck everybody, actually.

the door slams shut with a jolt, making you flinch. abby mutters under her breath, something unintelligible to you. her movements are sharp, as though her body can't quite keep up with her mind. you sit up, eyes fixed on her, taking in the cuts and bruises marking her skin like battle scars. blood stains her clothes, streaked across her skin—it's hard to tell if it's hers or someone else's.

"abs? baby, are you okay? what happened?"

she doesn't answer. doesn't even look at you.

before you can process it, she's on top of you, shoving you back against the sorry excuse of a bed. your breath catches as she pulls down your panties, pushing the oversized shirt—hers—up to your chest.

"what are you—”

"shut up."

in one sharp motion, she yanks off her jeans and boxers, letting them fall in a heap at her feet. her cock springs free, flushed, aching; tension coiled so tight it's almost painful. she needs this. needs to lose herself in you, to purge the frustration until the rage that's buzzing in her veins fades. until she stops seeing red.

she grips your knees, forcing them apart, spreading you wide for her. a flash of irritation flickers across her face when she finds you dry—but she can't really blame you. you weren't expecting this.

precum drips from her slit, trailing down her shaft as she lines herself up with your entrance. her tip presses against your clit, rubbing in firm, cruel circles. normally, she'd take her time—mouth on you first, eat you like a woman starved, getting you ready of her. but tonight, she doesn't give a fuck about any of that. tonight, her needs come first.

your heart pounds as she pulls you forward. "baby, you can't just—"

"shut the fuck up! fuck." the sharp edge in her voice makes you flinch, and for a moment, you go silent.

but that silence shatters when she bottoms out in one swift motion, burying herself to the hilt. a sharp gasp rips from your throat as a searing burn spreads through you, your walls struggling to accommodate her. your thighs snap shut around her waist, a futile attempt to stop her.

"abby! it h-hurts, shit. can't—"

a sudden slap to your thigh cuts you off, the sting making you jolt and writhe beneath her. she doesn't acknowledge your protests-doesn't slow down. instead, she finds her pace, driving into you with ruthless precision.

you claw at her, fingers grasping, pushing—an ineffective attempt to shove her off. the pain runs through you, bordering on unbearable, stealing the breath from your lungs.

abby's patience wears thin, the constant whining grating on her nerves. with a growl of frustration, she slaps a hand over your mouth, silencing you in an instant. you try to squirm, but the pressure of her hand only forces you to whimper, muffled against her calloused palm.

"something the matter, baby? cat got your tongue?" her tone is cloyingly sweet, but there's nothing soft about the way she looks at you. you nod frantically, and she just laughs, like your fear is entertaining. the tight restriction makes your pulse spike—this isn't like her. at all.

desperation takes over and you sink your teeth into her hand as if the bite might make her relent. abby's response is immediate—her grip tightens, fingers sliding down to wrap around your throat. her thumb presses hard against your windpipe, choking the life from you.

“tell me what’s wrong?” abby’s voice is thick with a cruel, mocking edge. the gleam in her eyes cuts through you like a blade. “c’mon, don’t be shy.”

every breath is harder to take. the world starts to blur. you don’t know if you’re suffocating from her touch or from the overwhelming rush of heat filling your veins, the pulse of need that seems to be choking you just as much. she thrives on the fear—revels in it, the way you shrink beneath her touch, the way you tremble in her grasp.

“poor baby,” she coos, the words dripping with mock pity. “should’ve listened the first fuckin time, huh?”

tears sting your eyes, hot and unbidden as you try to hold it together. her thrusts are relentless, driving into you with an urgency that strips you of your ability to think. the brutal pace she's fucking you at has you unraveling—pushing you toward the edge. your hips twitch involuntarily, meeting her force with a desperate need you can't explain.

"s-shit—squeezing me so tight," she groans, a smirk tugging at her lips. "so fucking greedy—oh, you wanted this, didn't you? f’me to take what i want and fuck you raw?”

her pace falters, the rhythm turning sloppy, and you realize she's close. so close. and so are you. the pleasure and pain mix, coils together, turning into something that makes your chest tighten, your head spin.

abby’s hand tightens once more, just for a moment, before she lets go. the air rushes back into your lungs, your chest heaves with ragged breaths, the color flooding back into your face as you gasp for oxygen.

but she doesn't stop. doesn't slow down.

she continues to drive into you, her body using yours to reach the final crest, the release she’s chasing. the hunger in her eyes hasn’t dimmed—not even a little.

the mix has you spiraling, your body betraying you as heat coils tight in your stomach. you’re too far gone to fight it now. your hips jerk up, instinctive, desperate for more. abby takes full advantage, delivering a couple more harsh thrusts. and then.

your body freezes, pleasure ripping through you in an unstoppable wave. a choked, pained moan escapes you as you clench around her, your vision going white at the edges. abby follows right after, burying herself deep with a guttural groan, her breath ragged against your sweat-slick skin as she shudders through her own release.

for a moment, the world feels weightless, your senses overloaded, body wrung out and trembling. abby lingers there, panting, her fingers digging into your hips like she’s grounding herself. then, finally, she pulls out, sitting back to take you in—her gaze dragging over your wrecked form, dark and unreadable.

and then she scoffs, shaking her head.

"you look stupid when you cum."

[moonlightbae7775]

Thinking about mean stepmom Abby who step daughter hates her at first she doesn’t care but soon realizes that yn’s mom cares more about her kid than her which makes Abby panic and try to be nice because she really wants this relationship

[chloesimaginationthings]

I can’t wait to see mangle in the FNAF 2 movie,,

[atyourmerci]

I only tell her I love her when I wanna fuck her

Mean!abby headcannons

CW: smut, MDNI, mean!abby, dom!abby, sub!reader, toxic relationship, abby and her gotdamn strap, breeding, degradation, praise if you squint and turn your head to the side, overstimulation, established safeword, don’t date women like this

A/N: brought to you by me regressing to crazy high school me to find ideas for this!

<3

Mean!abby who refuses to let you talk to other girls, who cares you broke up five times already? You know you are hers. Of course she could go off and fuck any girl with a beating heart…but she always thought of you!

Mean!abby who sent the girl you started talking to after her pictures of you fucked out on her strap, a soaking pathetic mess. Sent with the caption, ‘look how cute your girlfriend looks soaking my cock’

Mean!abby that facefucks you till you’re gagging, tears welling in your eyes. Holding you by the back of your scalp, lips touching the base of her cock as spit covers your face. “You want it? fucking work for it,” pulling you off her strap just to rut her hips back into your throat.

Mean!abby who insists on breeding you, every. fucking. time. you come back. “My fucking pussy, you know she’ll always be mine,” she’d say pumping relentless thrusts into you, you swore when she got like this she could actually do it. After you’d come she’d take own sticky cum that pooled under her strap, shoving it so deep inside of you that your vision goes white, “good girl take my cum, just like that.”

Mean!abby who only turns the vibrator higher after you come to hear you scream, watch as you squirm around under her. “You fucking like it slut, quit screaming,” she’d say grinning ear to ear, she loved seeing you so sensitive, not that she’d ever admit it. “Abby too much!” You said nearing a forgotten amount of orgasms that night. “Do you need to use your word?” She’d question, the first hint of remorse hidden in her proposal. You shake your head in refusal. “That’s what I thought, shut up and give me another one.”

Mean!abby who won’t let you finish. She’ll make you fuck yourself with her dildo, even while you beg her, panting sweaty mess because you can’t get yourself off without her. She’ll just watch you, laughing at how pathetic you look. “I wish you could see how fucking pathetic you look right now.” So she’d place you in front of her mirror to watch yourself, pouting as she pinches at your nipples just to fuck with you.

Mean!abby that will never admit she’s fucking obsessed with you. Obsessed with making you cum. Obsessed with knowing you’ll always belong to her.

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Requested here

[ennabear]

being away from mean abby and the kittens for a couple days and you make her send pictures of them and she reluctantly gets really into it and starts to put them in silly situations just so she has stuff to send you

HELPPP SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET TO BUT YES!!! CANON!!!!! reader texts like me because i don’t have the energy to be creative rn and abby texts like a dad… please enjoy…..

[seraphicsentences]

hlllo can you pleas do football!ellie ina rush and really needing her sport shirt that reader is wearing, but since reader is so unbothered to change she takes it off right there n it gets ellie thinking if she should even go!!!!!! maybe a little smutty smut ‼️‼️inluv with yur writinggg

hi baby yes i can thank you for the request sweet girl. sorry this took a little while i appreciate your patience. also yes i know i said i was going on a break yesterday and then proceeded to bang out this entire thing, my bipolar ass got bored. enjoy! <3

“BABE?”

“BAAAABE?” ellie calls louder as you hear her stumbling through your shared apartment, clearly in a rush.

“babe, have you seen my-oh there it is,” she swings into the room abruptly, stopping in her tracks when she sees her much needed football jersey, adorned by yours truly.

“hey els, what’s up?” you ask, propping yourself up on the bed, and shooting her a look so sickly sweet, savage starlight comic in hand.

ellie’s existence can be found in all aspects of you at the moment, from the clothes you’ve “borrowed” and your choice of fine literature, to the purpled bruises littering your jaw and collarbone.

ellie can’t help but let her buzzing pre-game thoughts slow at the sight of you, and fester around thinking mine, mine, mine.

“hey pretty girl, i just really need my jersey for practice. do you mind changing, pretty please? i’m late,” she says softly, leaning over the mattress to press a warm kiss against your forehead.

“aw, fine, i’ll just wear nothing then,” you joke, reaching over your head to pull off the top in one swift move, revealing your bare chest with marks to match your neck.

you watch knowingly as ellie quite literally shutters: caught up in the sight of what’s literally a physical manifestation of the guilty pleasure that is her possessiveness.

—and you revel in the power trip that this is. because how is it that mere nakedness, something that’s more you than anything else you could put on your skin, is enough to make ellie fucking williams crumble.

and so all you do is smirk when, without sparing even a glance away, ellie tosses the held-out jersey lazily over one shoulder and leans in to indulge herself with another kiss; this time a proper, messy one on your parted lips.

“on second thought,” she says, in between breaths, before diving down to swirl her tongue around your hardened nipples, greedily sucking and licking at them like your own fucking baby.

you’re nothing but powerless to her hypnotic ministrations, as much of a fool for her as she is for you, letting low moans out freely from the back of your throat.

moving back up to kiss you like she wants to consume your sounds, the aggressiveness of ellie’s actions leave you nowhere to go but fall backwards onto the bed, chest pressing up to brush your pointed nipples lush against ellie’s chest.

“fuck, baby,” she rasps into your mouth, slipping her hand between the two of you to knead at your breast, calloused fingers thumbing over your nipples. she watches in awe as you shudder at the sensation, hooded eyes begging for more.

“fuckin’ tease,” she mumbles with a smile, mouthing over her previously left bruises with a hot, flat-tongued lick. feeling the vibrations on your throat as you laugh at her, she gently nips at your skin, letting out a laugh of her own as she feigns annoyance.

“shut up,” she chuckles, suffocating your laughs with the press of her mouth, continuing to make out with you in the delicious way that it is to make out with her.

ellie pries a knee between your squeezed thighs, nudging it upwards in such kind offerance to your burning heat— to which you take, hips immediately grinding up in desperation.

but just as quickly as it was given to you is it taken away.

ellie sits up with a jolt, mussing with your hair as she replaces her shirt with the jersey hurriedly. she stumbles towards the door with a guilty look in her eyes, pausing only to ramble, “coach is gonna kill me, sorry babe. that’s what you get for being such a tease! i’ll make it up to you, you fuckin’ minx. i love you!" before sprinting out the door, shoelaces undone.

you lay there, frozen and topless with your panties soaked, and you curse ellie out, that little bitch.

[abbysbasement]

#RUNONS

Kittygirl!Reader x Mommy!Abby

The one thing Abby loved was that you always kept yourself soft, warm, and pliant for her. When she was wound up too tight, you'd pad across the couch to roll out on her lap, and she'd lay a thick, heavy palm on your back, petting down your shoulderblades to the base of your spine, fingering between your cheeks to grab a handful of soft, supple ass.

Your head would perk up, lips all soft, drooly and parted, eyes pearl-round gone, in the special place, just how she liked it. She made quick work of your boyshorts, unceremoniously tugging them around your knees before slicking up a finger through your juices.  Her hands were calloused, thick fingers pushing through the gummy ring of your cunt and exploring you deeper, as your hungry lips grabbed on for dear life. Her other hand fumbled with the buckle of her belt, pulling it from the loop. You winced instinctively, yet she dropped it chattering to the ground as she released her belt loop. From it, the blue of Abby's thick cock sprang forward, catching you in the chin. You whined, and she used her free thumb to part your lips, craning your head to the tip.

"Gotta glaze it up for me kitty, else 's gonna hurt goin' in."

Puppygirl!Reader x Owner!Ellie

Ellie loves being high around you, calls you her little stress ball. Plops you down in the center of her thighs, just boxers and a bra separating skin from skin, and draws in gently as her fingers pad around your body. Soon, you're toppled over onto the bed, Ellie squatting down to drag your panties to the side and deposit a spit slick finger into the warm, tight, and wet between your legs.

"Fuckin' like that baby? Know you do."

Her tattoed knuckles grazing down your lips, your neck and momentarily caressing the globe of a breast before hooking into your collar and pulling you forward, ghosting trails of ivory smoke into your little mouth.

"Good girl... pretty baby."

Her eyes were low and dark, taking you in in the dim light like a vulture taking in a freshly lain corpse. The shutters of her teeth bruising your neck and thighs, taking in the pieces of you greedily. Plunging your finger into your mouth to hastily, lovingly suck, cleaning off the spend with your soft tongue. Whatever she wanted, you let her have, and that's why she needed you, that's why this worked.

[darl1ngpearl]

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[madewithsilk]

dark!abby and reader where dark!abby finds reader cheating followed up by angry, rough, and downright filthy sex until reader is begging for mercy WHAT WHO SAID THAT

— cw; hair pulling, slapping, cheating, strap-on, breath play, degradation, choking, dub con (?), breeding kink, it's just nasty

Abby had you on your knees, her hand fisting your hair roughly as tears ran down your face in guilt. She was angry, that much was visible throughout every crevice of her features, but she wasn't planning on letting you go.

Her strap was slapping you against your cheek till she held it in her palm and started stroking it as if it was real. She hadn't chewed you out for your infidelity, that's how you know she was pissed. Her tone was rough and low, doing nothing but spitting demands at you. "Spit on it." She spoke curtly.

You whimpered, spitting directly onto the silicone and shuffling around on your knees. "Open." Her eyebrows were furrowed, not wanting to speak more than necessary. You did as told, tongue lolling out for her strap to go inside.

She quickly shoved it down your throat, hissing as your lips were practically at her pelvis. "This the only thing your fucking mouth is good for." She scoffs as your lashes flutter up at her, pulling your hair back and forth on the fake dick. "Such a damn whore, couldn't help but get fucked by somebody else, huh?"

All her words were far from kind, rightfully so. Her movements were harsh, veins bulging as she flexes her arm to get a firmer grip. "Nasty bitch, couldn't wait a little longer to get fucked dumb?" You were gagging on her strap, eyes rolling back with a white gaze. Tears began to stream down, mascara smudged and fucked up.

"Look so much prettier with your mouth full and silent." She groans, voice cracking slightly. Her hand snakes to your throat, gripping it harshly. Her hand cuts off your only airway, hardly breathing now with the little amount of air left in your lungs. "Fuck, can't take it, baby?" She coos mockingly, fake pity dripping from her words.

"Can't breathe huh?" She keeps taunting, watching you choke on her dick, face turning pale. She doesn't let go till you're frantically tapping on her thigh, eyes half-lidded. Your lips disconnect from the silicone with a popping noise, drool running down your chin and lips. Your lips parted to speak, to plead with her and apologize. "Abby please I'm so sorry—"

Your babbles get cut off by a harsh slap against your cheek, "Shut the fuck up." She looks down at your covered tits, tugging at the shirt. Abby crouches, tearing it off you with force. A choked out sob comes out of you, your tits exposed to her. "The fuck are you crying for? I haven't touched you." She spat.

Her hands engulf the supple fat of your boobs, squeezing them with taunting ease and gentleness. You desperately lean into the sweetness of her touch, begging for more silently. It didn't last long, her fingers now squeezing your nipples, bringing a sting to them. You squirm against her, lips parting and trying to push her away.

With your fighting, her hands move away, slapping you once again across your face. The red marks developed on the cheek she continually hit, pouting at you. "Does it sting?" She gestures, tracing a thumb over it. "Let me soothe it," She spits onto the growing redness, humiliating you further than you already were. The tears kept coming, clinging onto her shirt for her to be nice to you.

"Awhh," Her thumb spreads out all the saliva across your cheek and onto your lips. Her little smile vanished, standing up again and kicking you down with her boot. "Get the fuck on the bed, ass up, I don't wanna see your face." Your wiggle your ass while you crawl on the bed, ignoring the throbbing pains throughout your body.

She follows behind you, smacking your ass with fervor. "I said put your damn face down." She emphasized, fisting your hair again and pushing your head down into the pillow. Your whines were muffled just like she wanted. Abby snaps the waistband of your panties against you before fully slipping them off, thumb slipping between your wet folds.

"Wet from getting thrown around." She states, scoffing and spanking your pussy with the palm of her hand. Your clit twitches against Abby's palm, body squeamish from all the little touches. "God, you're so fucking lucky I'm fucking your right now, aren't I so damn generous?" She spanks your cunt again, loving the little twitch your nub and body give her.

She presses the head of her strap into your hole, slipping the tip in and out teasingly. "You want this baby?" She whispers, your gaping hole clenching around the little amount of dick she was giving you. You rut your hips backwards, two inches inside you, deep enough to press against your sweet spot and ensure a yelp from you.

Her hips snap against yours, burying herself to the hilt into your cunt, completely bottomed out. The tip kissed your cervix, your eyes rolling to the back of your head once again. "Shit baby. So tight, swear I could feel it," She couldn't help but let out a few praises, your pussy makes her go dumb. Her hand wanders up your spine, beginning to pump the strap in and out of you.

Her relentless pace turns your moans into consistent "uh, uh, uh,"s. Her hand wraps around your hair, pulling you upright. Your back leans against her chest, head thrown back on her shoulder as Abby keeps fucking into you. "Did she fuck you this good, huh?" She groaned into your ear, biting your shoulder. You shook your head, tears streaming down.

Abby's hand snakes around to your clit, rubbing tiny circles as she filled you to the brim. "No, no no, I'm so sorry, uhhh, Abby—!" She chuckles as you beg for forgiveness, leaving a trail of hot kisses against your neck. "Ngh, Abby I'm so sorry, need-, need to cum," Abby nibbles against your neck, "Need it huh? Need to cum or are you just being a greedy bitch?"

You shook your head, tits bouncing with the pace that Abby had set. "Need it!" You couldn't help it, the little bundle in your tummy exploded, cumming all over the strap. Your back arched against her, eyebrowings knitting into such a whiny expression. "Yeahhh, that's right baby," Abby encourages, rubbing quicker circles into your clit to help you through the high.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you so you can't try this shit with me again," She growled, pulling the strap out of you with a loud squelching noise. You collapsed on the mattress, cunt worn out and used. "You wanna be a mommy, huh?" Abby pants out, flipping you over onto your back. Her tongue traces a path down to your navel and then down towards your cunt.

You looked down at her, nodding senselessly. "Please," You whined, bucking your hips against her mouth. "Are you so dumb you can't elaborate, babydoll?" She laughed softly, leaving soft kisses against your clit. She latched onto it, suckling the sensitive and swollen nub like a baby.

She didn't stop, your hand tugging at her hair and moaning nothing but her name and sorry's. "Abby, Abby," You breathed out, trying to keep your eyes set on her. "I'm so sorry—" The eye contact was getting you closer again, cunt so sensitive from being slapped and used.

Your cum coated her tongue, warmly dripping down her throat. "Good, good baby," Abby whispered, finally leaning up to kiss your lips.

[seattlesellie]

what if i said that abby would mock ur begging after she quite literally told u to beg? abby being mean while fucking u is canon to me (btw she basically treats u like royalty after by cleaning up up, spoiling u, ordering ur fav takeout, and she 100000% does whatever u ask. its true!! she told me herself!!!!!)

especially mad abby. abby who had to deal with shit for an entire week with no release. abby who takes her anger out on you.

grabbing, smushing your cheeks with her huge palms and muttering “nuh uh, say please” as she forces your mouth open… then you actually mumble a pathetic little “please?” and she chuckles and taps/slaps you across your cheek. “t’aw, sound so desperate sweetheart, almost makes me feel sorry for you”

and her stern, cold look as she grunts “beg for it” whilst deliciously filling just your leaky entrance. once you actually do? “oh yeah? pathetic, filthy little slut,” her pupils grow double in size, flaxen hairs spurting out of her not so neat, untucked braid. “needy little pussy needs more? bet she does” — she coos and feigns concern, mocking you with every spit of her words. then you let go of such a breathy mewl of a “pleaseeeee”, that dumb brain of yours thinking it might just finally convince her to fuck you properly, but no.

“louder, n’add my name in the mix or i’ll make sure you’ll stay fuckin’ empty forever”, you shake your head in dismay with a purely shocked, confused expression on your face. “no? awh, you’re scared?”

“terrifying threat, huh?” — hell, she even rolls her eyes.

and she’s so fucking mean. because instead of giving up and surrendering to your pleas (and trust her, it’s hard not to), she shifts her body backwards, crosses her arms and stares down at you. “who the hell, gets scared of not getting fucked?,” she actually grins. “m’so close to just letting you hump this little pillow on your own” — she speaks with the calmest, most serene voice in the universe, as if your soaking wet, quivering body isn’t spasming beneath her. as a result of her words, you cross your thighs together in frantic search of that friction. she furrows her eyebrows.

“no…” then she chuckles, flexing that tricep of hers so casually, “wouldn’t dare to do that” — a sigh of relief airs out of your mouth.

she moves closer, her breath fanning over your face. “you’d like it too much” :((

[ch-4-eri]

Abby with the bisexual lighting because her ass is not straight

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy one year anniversary to this FNAF post,,

[girlscomehome]

my gf!abby hc’s ༚༅༚˳ dark vers

sfw gf!abby hc’s ���> part 1 ♥︎ / part 2 ♥︎ / part 3 ♥︎ (dark vers)

౨ৎ warnings - nsfw / mdni / fem!r / mean!abby / gf!abby / strap on (r!receiving) / scissoring / dom!abby / sub!r / r has female genitalia / slapping (r!receiving) / namecalling : whore, slut / bondage / vibrator (r! and a! receiving) / mommy kink / modern au

gf!abby l o v e s missionary— getting to see ur fucked out face and glossy eyes is the best part of it all for her.

gf!abby leaves marks. neck, tits, thighs, ass, hips, it’s covered in her ‘love marks.’

“oh, babyyy, u look so pretty with my love marks all up on u.”

gf!abby is a biggg fan of scissoring!! she’s pushing all up on u and she’s making sure ur looking at her.

“don’t stop looking at me, baby. look at me when i cum on you.”

gf!abby LOVES SEEING U IN PINK LINGERIE. SHE GETS ALL RED AND SHY.

“oh my god, u look so good. can i kiss u?? please??”

gf!abby is indeed very dominant but she’s begging for u… even when she knows she’s already got u. like she’ll be scissoring u and she’ll be begging u to move ur hips back on her.

“pleaseeee baby, please. move those hips on me, please” :(

gf!abby also scissors u with a vibe in the middle of u guys. she wants u to rub on it while she does too! she’s a nasty girlll.

mean!abby had a longggg talk with u abt sex with her. she would never let u guys have sex without u knowing how rough it could get. u both have boundaries set, enthusiastic consent, safe words & safe actions ( i.e. tapping her shoulder, green, yellow, red). she’s very serious abt it!!

mean!abby wants u on ur knees sucking her strap. and she slaps the strap on ur face when u need a break.

mean!abby slaps ur face while in missionary when u won’t look at her. and she also calls u names while doing so!

“look at me. ur such a fucking slut for me.”

“aw poor little whore can’t take it anymore?” she had u cum on her mouth 4 times already.

mean!abby likes to ride ur face like a mad woman. she’s GRINDING DOWNNNNN.

mean!abby likes to tie u up and force u to watch her use the vibe on herself. she’ll occasionally give some attention to u and put the vibe on ur pussy just enough to make u super close, but she’ll never let u finish.

mean!abby tells u to call her mommy and omg she actually goes wild.

“fucking say it again. yeah, that’s right. mommy’s making u feel so good, hmm?” shes fucking her strap into u, deep but annoyingly slow.

“mhm, mommy’s gonna make it all better.”

౨ৎ a/n - will u guys even like this? idk. i hope so. cuz it took me two days of thinking and thinking (AND THINKING!!!) to write… :) also seeing boymuna all over my fyp and tl… IM FUCKING SICK OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they’re so 😦 like haiiiiiiii can i join :3 theyre so cute tg i love them boys !

[ennabear]

I'm begging you to write about mean!abby and reader finding a kitten in one of the buildings, Abby not letting her save the kitten but reader cries all night so Abby HAS to go back and get the kitten...

a/n: plsss this is so cute 😭 thanks for the request baby ilysm and i may or may not have written too much about this 🤗💗💗

daily click / boycott tlou / help these families evacuate / free palestine

abby wasn’t mean necessarily, just very strict. she knew you even better than the back of her hand, and she liked that you depended on her for everything.

hungry? ask abby to make something for you. tired? good, it’s almost your bedtime, don’t want you being cranky in the morning. can’t reach something? better go get abby to grab it for you.

so when you saw that poor kitten while walking back to your apartment, you knew you had to ask her for it. it started with you just hearing a few pleading mewls before turning around and seeing it toddling toward you.

“aww, abs, look! it’s a little kitten!” your smile growing. you were met with a cold “hmm.” from abby. “can we take it home?” you asked. “absolutely not. we don’t have room for an animal.” it was partially true. your apartment wasn’t huge, but it was a comfortable size, and you were moving soon anyways.

ignoring her, you picked it up and continued strolling beside her, cooing at it’s small size and adorable face. “did you not hear me? i said put it back.” she snapped. “don’t call it an ‘it’, abs. i think it’s a girl.”

she glared at you, unamused. “now.” you walked over to a small corner and placed her down, giving her a final pet as your eyes welled up. even if you couldn’t keep her, you at least hoped you’d see her again. maybe it would become a neighborhood cat that everybody mutually loved, everyone except abby.

you didn’t talk to her the rest of the walk home, which was short, or even meet her gaze. although you understood that she only ever tried to look out for you, sometimes she was too strict. you went to bed that night without even returning a kiss, too angry at her, too worried about the poor kitten all alone outside. scared, cold, hungry.

these thoughts continued to plague your mind, eventually causing tears to collect. you hid your face in abby’s chest and sniffled, trying not to start sobbing. “baby?” she asked, “are you alright?”

“abs… that poor kitty. it doesn’t even have a family.” you were crying now. “w-what if it gets too cold, or it gets h-hit by a car.”

abby frowned at your words. “it won’t, honey. it’s already survived this long, it can go a few more nights before someone else picks it up.”

“but it’s n-not supposed to survive on its own. someone probably left it there to die.” you were sobbing, too.

“well, we’re not taking it home. i’m sorry, hate me all you want but we don’t have time or space for a pet.” you didn’t understand how she could be so mean. you cried even harder at this, hoping, praying the cute little guy survives. you cried into her chest until eventually, sleep took you.

abby had other plans. she didn’t know you’d instantly get so attached to that cat, and she hated that now you were crying because of her. she only wanted to do what was best for you, but there was no winning this battle.

once she was sure you were asleep, she slid her shoes back on and headed outside, hoping it was stills there, even more that there was only one. to her luck, the kitten was still there, instantly jumping up and waddling toward her. it’s meows seeming louder than earlier, like it recognized her or something.

she picked it up with two hands, trying not to hold it too close in case she changes her mind about wanting to keep it. slowly, she tiptoed back inside, trying her hardest not to wake you.

her fingers raced to ask google every question she had about caring for it. things like what to feed a baby kitten or where to get kitten milk replacer or how do baby cats stay warm at night? after finding what she needed, she put the kitten in an old shoebox and carried it out to the car.

surprisingly, the kitten didn’t seem to hate the drive, it was mostly just excited to be out of a big, scary parking lot. she put the car in park, and swore to herself that she would take no longer than 10 minutes in the store.

12 minutes later, she’s back with a syringe, a tin of kitten milk replacer, a heating pad, a litter box, and a water bowl. the kitten peeks up at her after she opens it just to check in. it meows and tries to grab her hand, but she closes it too quickly and drives back home.

when you wake up, you’re surprised to see that abby is still in bed with you. usually she’s at the gym, or if not, she’s definitely started her day by this time. with hands on her sides, you roll her over to cuddle with you. “abs,” you whisper into her neck, “why are you still here?”

“i had a long night.” she responded. “and i’m sorry i made you cry, i promise the cat will be fine.”

you completely ignored the second part, “long night? no you didn’t.” how could she have had a long night? she was in bed with you the whole time, right?

“go look on the kitchen table, silly girl.” so you did. you yawned and put on your slippers, making your way out of the bedroom.

on the kitchen counter you found an old shoebox, a heating pad with a temperature remote attached to it, a soft hand towel, and a sleeping gray kitten.

tears threatened to spill again as you felt abby’s arms wrap around you, her head snuggling into your neck and whispering “surprise.”