#mean abby

[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.”

[evabby]

SHE WON'T GO AWAY.

OVERVIEW : you can't seem to break free from your relationship with abby.

WARNINGS : toxic relationship , arguing , angst , emotional distress , manipulation , crying , toxic!abby , mean!abby .

AUTHORS NOTE : just remember these types of relationships are NOT okay at all!!! i hope u guys enjoy angst aaa also two posts in one day because i am proud of thisone

two hours earlier, you had confronted abby at a party.

she had been leaning against the kitchen counter, her arm draped around another girl casually — as if this was something she was used to doing. she was laughing with her, and getting way too close to the girls face, with her cocky grin making your stomach twist.

“what the fuck is this abby?” you had asked, crossing your arms tightly. you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, your voice unsteady. this was embarrassing. your own girlfriend was getting too comfortable with another girl in front of god knows who— everyone! abby turned to you, unfazed, her grin still plastered across her face.

“what’s what?”

“this,” you gestured at abby and the girl. “you told me you’d stop flirting with other people. you said you’d try.” abby shrugged, taking a long sip from her drink before answering.

“relax, baby. we’re just talking.”

you felt the frustration bubble over. “i can’t do this.” you huff, turning around and walking away, ignoring abby’s calls after you.

your relationship with abby was so confusing. you never knew when abby was calm or upset, she was so unpredictable.

there were rare moments, when abby would pull you close to her, her arms warm and reassuring around you. and for a second, you would believe in the illusion of love. in those moments, abby would whisper promises and sweet nothings, and you would convince yourself that maybe, just maybe things have finally changed.

but the next day, the warmth was long gone, and abby would retreat. leaving you to feel invisible, as if the night before when she held you never even happened. the shift in her behaviour was always subtle at first — a cold comment here, or a dismissive glance there — but over time, you could eventually see the pattern, the way she would make you feel like you were always the one to blame.

she had some way of twisting everything just to make you doubt yourself, as if it was your fault for not understanding her ‘complicated nature.’

you would find yourself almost walking on eggshells, doing everything and anything just to please abby, hoping to feel even just a ounce of love like she showed you some days, it would make everything feel right to you.

but these moments were always followed by the emotional distance abby created, and you would start to feel like a second choice, like you were something easily discarded when abby no longer needed you. you promised yourself countless times that you’d walk away — that it wasn’t your problem, that you couldn’t deal with her highs and lows, her endless mind games, and everytime you’d come close,

every time.

abby would show up again, with her familiar smile and eyes filled with a mirage of love, and you just found yourself trapped yet again.

abby’s touch, her smile, the way she would act like nothing had happened melted your resolve like warm honey, and suddenly it seemed impossible to leave.

you knew this wasn’t what love was supposed to feel like, it was supposed to be safe and comforting, not this constant rollercoaster you had to go on with abby.

you couldn’t help but feel like you were losing yourself in the process.

the more you tried to assert your boundaries, the more abby pushed, testing how far you would bend before you broke.

each time, abby would pull you back in with a few sweet words. you’d forget all the hurt, all the empty promises she constantly made.

abby was the only person who truly understood you, right?

the knock on your apartment door later that night startled you out of your thoughts.

“open the door,” abby called, her voice calm but firm. “i know you’re in there.”

you hesitated for a moment before standing, you told yourself you’d only open the door so that abby wouldn’t make a scene, that you wouldn’t let her in. but as soon as you unlocked it, abby pushed her way inside.

“ab-” you start, spinning around to face abby before getting interrupted.

“look, i get that you’re upset,” abby started, leaning against the wall as she let out a sigh. “but do we really need to make this a whole thing? i didn’t do anything wrong.”

you stared at her. “you didn’t do anything wrong? abby, you were all over that girl. and this isn’t even the first time. you keep doing this and then acting like it’s fine because according to you, that’s just ‘who you are.’”

abby chuckled, crossing her arms as she continues to lean on your wall. “and that’s the problem, is it? you don’t love me for who i am. just wanna change me, huh?”

“wh- that’s not true.” you shot back, your voice cracking slightly. “i just want you to love me. is that too much to ask for?”

abby stepped closer, her expression softening just slightly. she reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “you know i love you baby. you know i care.”

“if you cared then you’d stop doing things that hurt me.” you said quietly, your heart aching at her words, even though you knew better than to believe them.

abby’s smile faltered for the briefest moment before it returned, sharper this time. “i think you’re just scared, sweet girl. you’re scared because you know you need me just like i need you.”

you froze, your chest tightening. she always did this — twisting the blame and turning it all on you.

“you.. you’re—” you sigh, taking a deep breath before you say your words. “you don’t care about me, abby. you just don’t want to lose control.”

abby’s eyes narrowed, her smile fading completely, for the first time, she looked uncertain, but then she straightened, the cocky mask slipping back into place.

“maybe you’re right,” abby said, her voice low. “but you’re not going anywhere, are you? you won’t walk away from us.”

“stop. you humiliated me. you promised you’d stop flirting with other people, but you don’t even care how that makes me feel, do you?”

abby scoffed, “for fucks sake. it’s not like i cheated on you baby, grow up. you’re so desperate to play the victim, it’s pathetic.”

you flinched at the word. pathetic, that one always cut the deepest and abby knew it. she always knew exactly how to hurt you.

“pathetic?” you said, your voice breaking. “you’re the one who can’t go five minutes without making me feel like i’m not enough for you.”

abby stared at you, her gaze sharp and cruel. “maybe you’re not.”

the words hit you like a slap, and your chest tightened, making it hard for you to breathe as the tears you fought so hard to hold back finally spilled over. abby didn’t flinch, didn’t soften. she stood there, her arms still crossed, watching you crumble like it was amusing to her.

“you always do this.” abby said, her voice even. “you make everything about you, about how hurt you are. i don’t have time to babysit your insecurities.”

you covered your face, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

abby sighed heavily. “come on baby,” her voice was softer now, but no less condescending. “don’t cry. you know i don’t like it when you’re upset.”

you wanted to argue, to scream at her, but the words caught in your throat as abby stepped closer, pulling your arms away from your face as her hand cupped your jaw to tilt your face up so your eyes met hers.

“’m not perfect baby,” abby murmured, her thumb brushing against your cheek. “but you can’t tell me this doesn’t feel right. you can’t tell me you don’t want this.”

you hated how your body betrayed you, leaning into abby’s touch whilst your mind screamed at you to pull away.

“i hate you.” you whispered, the words trembling on your lips, as abby wiped away one of your tears, her touch light, almost too soft for someone who was so cruel.

abby smiled. “you don’t hate me,” she murmured, her voice low, almost soothing,

“you could never hate me.”

before you could respond, abby’s lips were on yours, taking advantage of your vulnerability. at first, you stiffened, the shock of the kiss overtaking you, you hated abby, didn’t you? do you? you should.

but her kiss — soft and urgent, possessive yet tender, sent a wave of heat flooding throughout your body, drowning out every other thought. the kiss was everything: a promise, a manipulation, a confession, all at once. abby knew how to make you forget,

how to make you feel like maybe you were wrong for trying to break free.

you wanted to pull away, to fight it, but your body betrayed you. you could feel the pull of abby’s warmth, the way her hands tangled in your hair, her grip tightening as if she couldn’t stand to get you go. for a moment, you closed your eyes, giving into the kiss, your hands resting weakly against abby’s chest, the emotions swirling inside of you — rage, hurt, longing — all of it tangled together, making you dizzy.

when you finally broke apart, your breath was ragged, your heart still racing.

“you’re cute when you’re mad y’know,” abby said, her voice dropping to a low, teasing tone, “you think you’ll find someone better than me? someone who gets you like i do baby? who puts up with all of this?” she gestured vaguely at you, her smile never faltering.

“you don’t put up with me,” you whispered, your voice still shaking. “you make it all worse.”

abby tilted her head, confused. “then why are you still here, baby, hm? if i’m so awful, why haven’t you left yet?”

you had no answer. your mind raced, trying to search for something, jesus, anything to say. but abby was right. she always was. no matter how many times you swore you were done, you always caved.

abby stepped closer again, her hands holding your waist tightly. “you know why,” she murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “because you love me. and you know i love you. even when i piss you off. even when you’re yelling at me like you are now. you need me, angel. just like i need you.”

your knees buckled slightly as abby’s grip tightened. “you don’t need me,” you whispered, “you just don’t want me to leave.”

abby smiled, her lips ghosting over yours. “maybe. but are you really going to leave me? walk out of that door and never look back? you can’t do it. you know that.”

the worst part was, you knew she was right. you hated yourself for it, but you couldn’t let go. you couldn’t stop craving the moments of affection abby gave you, the way she could make you feel like the centre of the universe with just one look.

so when abby kissed you again, you didn’t pull away. you let yourself melt into the familiar warmth of her touch, let yourself believe, if only for a moment, that this time would be different. that abby really did love you in the way she needed.

abby’s hands gripped your face, the kiss deepening with a possessive intensity that made your heart race.

“that’s my girl,” abby whispered against your lips, “knew you wouldn’t leave me.”

masterlist.

[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,,

[fakevalentine]

mean liar abby who tells the reader "yes, doll, just the tip" and dumb reader who believes her, like "just one round, don't worry" greiwjhddhdhdhdhhd

abby anderson x reader ── cw strap. noncon.

abby coos at your whimpers, the silicone of her strap rubbing against your clit. you shake your head softly, "i can't take it... it's too big, abs..."

she hums, watching your lips part around her strap, your arousal making it glisten. "i don't know, baby... looking pretty eager down here."

you shake your head, frowning up at her.

abby rolls her eyes, tugging you closer by your thighs and sliding her strap lower down to your hole, just pushing in.

a whine falls from your mouth, "'can't take it..." you repeat, looking up at her pleadingly.

"aw," abby pouts, her hand wrapping around her dick to start easing the toy into you. "just the tip, hm? think you can do that for me, angel?"

you contemplate, could you? you'd never taken anything before apart from her fingers— you hadn't even seen a strap until your girlfriend pulled it out of her pants unexpectedly and started to convince you to take it.

but... you nod, wanting to please her.

she smiles, spitting on her fingers and coating the end of her strap with it, making a tight grip around the silicone head to have full control over her movements as the tip slips inside.

her blue eyes watch intently as she guides the tip of her cock in and out of your cunt, listening to your soft moans and mewls. if you were this responsive to barely an inch inside you, she knew you'd be a wreck.

you get wetter as you get closer to your orgasm, abby's thick fingers rubbing your clit slowly as she takes the opportunity to inch more of her strap into you. your eyes snap open with a gasp, grabbing her bicep, "w-what are you—?"

"don't be such a pussy," abby mumbles, hovering over you as she fills you up, rubbing your clit to help you take it easier.

your hips writhe under her, nails clawing at her freckled skin as you let out an array of noises, babbling about how it's too big and you can't take it.

your girlfriend huffs in annoyance at your whining and complaining, ignoring you as her hips start to draw back and forth. "no— abby, please..!"

her big hand slaps over your mouth, forcing your head back against the pillows as the sound of skin slapping fills the room. "just take it, baby. don't make it difficult."

[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]

mean!ellie mood board

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[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

[puppywilliams]

hyperfem!reader x butch ellie who when you’re upset at her instead of apologizing directly she grabs one of your stuffed animals and it makes it say sorry for her with a little pout on her face that makes you crack a smile ever so slightly

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy one year anniversary to this FNAF post,,

[kindtim3]

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 🤗💗💗

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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.”