#uni!abby anderson

[writerseclipse1]

can't stop thinking about university!abby

university!abby, who met you in your university’s park. she was busy walking her dog when she spotted you, sitting all pretty on one of the park benches with your head stuck in a book and glasses perched on your nose. she thinks you were the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen, never wanting to take her eyes off of you.

she formulates a plan in her mind and as soon as it was set, she tugged on alice’s leash, walking toward you and she saw the animal treats you had in your hand and she couldn’t help but melt as she thought about walking your dogs together as you held hands.

university!abby who yelps when alice starts to run and bark ferociously at a black cat who hissed at her. abby’s feet could barely keep up as alice ran as fast as she could. ��alice!” abby shouted, trying to get two hands on her leash but like her owner, alice was a strong dog, not relenting her pace as the cat jumped using its agility but the dog never ceased running.

university!abby, who trips and falls on her face into the ground, groaning as she finally tugs alice’s leash back but when she looked up, the tips of her ears turned pink along with the rest of her face as she saw the black cat sitting proudly on your lap as you looked at her in shock, book laid flat on the ground and its pages folded.

university!abby who nods sheepishly when you ask her, “are you okay?” you said it in such a worried and concerned tone that abby might just dig a hole into the ground and bury herself in it, embarrassment eating her alive. she watched as you lifted your hissing cat to the side and stood up, offering her a hand. she took it wordlessly, buckling alice’s leash onto the carabiner that slung on her belt buckle as she dusted herself off, slightly grimacing when her clothes were stained by soil.

university!abby who thinks to herself, “shit i don’t have time to go to the laundromat until thursday” but her prayers were answered when you looked at her with those pretty little eyes of yours, her eyes watching your lips speak like she wanted to taste the honey off of your voice.

“you can go to my apartment. i have a laundry machine there and it’s only a five minute walk” she saw your head jerk slightly in the direction of your apartment and she shook her head, about to decline verbally when you put your hand on her bicep. “please, it’s the least i can do.” she merely nods, out of words when you send her a sweet smile. 

university!abby who all but freezes when you asked her, “what’s your name?”

“me or the dog?” she stutters out, brain short-circuiting when you giggled. she saw you shrug, an amused grin on your face as you did. “both.”

university!abby who introduces herself and alice to you. you had smiled and turned around, gesturing for her to follow you back to your dormitory and abby had to physically force herself not to look at your ass or your swinging hips as you walked in front of her, trying to focus on alice’s growls at your cat who was being cradled like a baby in your arms, giving the dog a fang-showing grin.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ a/n: this is my contribution to all students studying for finals rn. my best wishes to everyone!

[ohcaptains]

idk if it’s the stress of university but being doctor! Abby’s pretty lil housewife and going to luncheons just to look pretty and support her sounds soooo good I’m gonna rip up the carpet

also just,,,, buying cute lil stationary to leave her notes ,,, n she’s just like ,, “for me??? You shouldn’t have”” ofc for her!!! - 🌙🐛

abby comes downstairs to find a note saying, morning baby!! have a good day and try not to stress too much. make sure you eat your lunch! love you love you, next to a fluffy pen and a doodle with a heart 😳🤧🥹😣😥🥴😔

[yuckyfucky]

my g*d is this shi a classic . like i made SURE i had this saved bcuz i needed 2 get a lil more familiar wit abby b4 i went off the rails. literally like..one of the first 5 writers that shoved my face into abby’s pu—[microphone cuts off]

- crush | a. anderson

| abby walks in on you at the wrong (or right) time

| content warning: inexperienced but not naive reader, female masturbation, oral (r receiving), strength kink kinda, pet names (sweetheart, baby), idrk this is pretty tame, probably ooc bc my first time writing abby, a lot of the word patrol

After doing a long, long day of rounds, all you wanted to do was relax. There were more infected than usual at the checkpoints. Once you finally get back to base, you’re quick to strip off your dirty clothes and take a hot shower. After you get out, you put on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft shorts.

Happy to be back in your room, you lay down, shimmying under the covers rapidly. Your muscles were heavily fatigued, and you felt drowsier with every passing minute, but you knew something that would get you to sleep even faster.

Using one hand to rub your nipple, you move the other down, teasing the seam of your underwear before sinking your hand lower to rub your clit. A soft sigh creeps out of your mouth as you feel instant relief. You speed up slightly, not wanting to rush yourself, but naturally chasing your high. While you focus on your pleasure, your mind drifts to a memory.

Abby was running her calloused hands through your hair. She had been begging to braid it for a few months, always going on about how convenient it was. You eventually caved in, you were never able to say no to her for long. While your fingers were hard at work, you imagined Abby’s, gently pulling your hair, making sure the braid was tight.

She kept complimenting you while she did it.

“Your hair is so soft.”

And also reprimanding you.

“Can’t believe you’ve never let me do this.”

You had to squeeze your legs together then, to dull the ache her words and actions were giving you. Between the thought of Abby and the pace of your fingers, the coil in your stomach was wound tight, ready to break at any moment.

“Hey, I found this mov– oh shit.”

You let out a gasp at Abby’s voice, quickly pulling your hand away from your heat and covering yourself with a blanket that had fallen off of you. Abby had her hand covering her eyes, while also facing the door that she just burst through.

“Abby! Whatever happened to knocking!” you said. You were flushed all over, embarrassed about being caught in the act. 

“I know, I’m sorry! I was excited about the movie I found; wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” She was still facing the wall. 

“You can turn around, I have clothes on.”

She turned slowly, hand rubbing the back of her neck in an awkward motion. She stands by the door, not sure if she should go or stay, you weren’t really sure what to do in this situation either.

“What movie is it?” you say, trying to break the ice.

Abby walks over to your bed and sits down by your legs, handing you the DVD case. It was some old movie about an apocalypse.

You laugh at her. “Don’t you think it’s a bit ironic?”

“I thought that’s why it would be fun.” she says sheepishly. “Y’know, compare their apocalypse to ours.”

Your laughter intensifies, and you nod your head 

“That would be fun.”

You looked up at the same time, you didn’t realize how close you had moved to her, it felt like you were naturally pulled to her. Abby’s brows were pulled together, she had the same look on her face that she did during patrols. 

“I could help, if you want.” she says, not breaking eye contact.

“Help? With what.” you ask.

“You know, with what I walked in on.” Abby answers, no shyness left in her tone.

“Oh I don’t– Abby, I’ve never…” you say, blood rushes to your cheeks as you try not to break the intimidating eye contact.

“You don’t have to. You can tell me to fuck off right now and I’ll never speak of this again. But, I would really like to make up for ruining your orgasm.”

 Her crass language makes you impossibly redder, causing you to look away. When you turn back towards her, Abby is scanning your face for a sign. Her blue-gray eyes go from your lips to your eyes.

You feel like your throat has dried up, unable to give her verbal confirmation, you nod your head at her.

“No.” She says, taking your chin in her hand. “Need to hear you say it.”

You sit up straighter, nervous of the repercussions that these few words will have. 

“I want you to help me, Abby.”

She lets out a sigh, and pulls you in. Naturally, you let her tongue guide yours. Abby grabs your hips, pressing your body up against hers. Gently moving her kisses towards your jaw and down your neck, hitting a spot on your collarbone that has you moaning

“There it is.” she whispers.

Abby spends a few moments on that spot, long enough that you knew there would be a large purple mark there by the morning. Stopping for a second to remove your shirt, she then lays you down onto the bed. Moving her mouth lower, she keeps your legs propped open with her knee. You moan as she wraps her lips around one of your nipples. 

She comes back up to look into your eyes.

“Does that feel good?” she questions, looking down at your hips.

You cock your head at her and look down, realizing you had been grinding your leg over her knee. But she doesn’t laugh at you, in fact, she seems very serious about it all, she left no room for you to be embarrassed.

“Yeah.” you reply, barely a whisper. 

“I bet it does, sweetheart.” she says, nodding her head sympathetically before removing her leg from your heat.

You let out a light whine, as she whispers an, I know, I know, quickly removing the plaid pajama shorts you were dressed in, making a note in her head to tease you about them later. Moving her cruel kisses right above your mound, you think she’s finally about to give you what you're aching for, but instead, she moves her mouth even lower, to focus on your thighs next. You wanted to tell her to get on with it, but you couldn’t find it in you to actually say it.

Abby was so intimidating, and she always got what she wanted. After many, many, patrols with her, you knew that it was her way, or the highway. Finally, she places an open mouthed kiss to your clit through your panties before taking them off. You instinctively lift your hips for her. 

“Please.” you whimper.

“Hm? What do you want?” Abby answers, teasingly.

You move to put your hands over your face, embarrassed by the thought of begging. But Abby is quick to catch your wrists, the show of strength making you clench around nothing. 

Shaking her head at you she says,. “C’mon, shy girl, tell me what you want.” 

Wriggling your hands in her grasp, you try to get away. It was all a game to her, and it was to you, too. You knew you couldn’t get away, and you were barely trying, but it was fun to try, to pretend like you had a chance against her. Abby laughs at your weak attempt.

“Just tell me what you want, you know I’ll help you, I said I would.”

You suck in a breath. “Want you to touch me, Abs.”

It’s not loud enough for Abby’s liking, but she figures she made you wait long enough. Moving down between your thighs once again, her broad shoulders push your legs far apart, and she licks a long stripe up your cunt. You let out an inhuman groan, and Abby laughs again, sending a vibration from your cunt all the way up to your chest.

You move your hands to the top of her head, trying to grip something, but her tight braid makes it hard. Moaning as her nose bumps your clit, you feel Abby’s middle finger you, which only causes your noises to become even louder.

She comes up for a breath, her finger still steadily going in and out of you.

“What were you thinking about?” She says through panting breaths.

“What?” you question, glassy eyes coming up to meet hers.

“When I walked in on you, what were you thinking about?” She adds another finger, throwing your train of thought out the window. “Answer me, baby. I wanna know.” 

“Was– was thinking about when you braided my hair.”

Abby smirked, she knew what you were talking about. You thought she didn’t notice how quiet you got right when she started lacing her fingers through your hair. How you would only shake your head in response to her questions, and how you crossed your legs the first time she gave your head a light pull.

“Yeah? You were thinking about me while you touched your pretty pussy?” 

Whimpering, you nod your head at her. She moves back down to your cunt, sucking at your clit causing your hips to shoot up, trying to grind on her face. But Abby is quick to put her strong arm over them, forcing them down.

“Quit that.” she mumbles. The show of dominance sends a wave of arousal through you.

You didn’t know how long it had been since she had started, but it felt like it had been hours. Your head was becoming fuzzy, your hearing muffled, it felt like your ears had been stuffed full of cotton. All you could focus on were Abby’s fingers lazily going in and out of your hole, and her mouth on your clit, she gave it a quick nip with her teeth every once in a while just so she could see your hips jolt again.

You were positive you were being too loud, but you couldn’t seem to care, your stomach was in knots, the ruined orgasm from before was building up again quickly. 

“I need– I’m gonna-” you tried to finish your sentence, but nothing worthy was coming out.

Abby took her mouth off of your cunt.

“I know, it’s okay. Let go for me, baby. Let it all out.” She says, kissing your cheek and forehead.

Her words send you flying over the edge. Abby connects her lips with yours, muffling your moans. You were floating, your vision stark white. When you came back down, Abby’s fingers were still moving inside of you. Groaning, you try to push her away.

“Alright, okay, I’m done, promise.” 

Abby removes her fingers and you let out a weak sob, she was quick to shush you, planting another kiss on your jaw before leaving the bed. You watch her go into your bathroom to find a towel to clean you up with. Once she was satisfied with her work, she moved in beside you, murmuring small praises the whole time. She showed her strength once more by propping your fatigued body on top of hers, quickly grabbing a blanket to cover you both up with. 

“Thank you.” you whisper, looking up at her from your position on her chest, your shyness naturally creeping back in.

 Giving you a small smile, she kisses the top of your head.

“It was only right. Couldn’t just ruin your night like that now could I? We’ll talk about this later, get some rest.” Abby says quietly, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

With that, you drift off, feeling content in her arms.

[kousanosgf]

men, minors dni

abby anderson x f!reader college/uni au

abby gets a text from an unknown number. she's never shied away from a little mystery.

a/n: okay i WILL finish tlou one day but not today... also this is the first time i made massages format so bare with me

[misaerabl]

hear me out : abby who purposely gets hurt to see medic reader

a/n: just a short very rushed post TT (might turn it into a full fic teehee i love this idea) - I'll post my pending fics soon, one of them probably in a few hours cuz i js got home from uni n it's almost 8pm :3

The first time Abby saw you in the WLF’s medical bay, she couldn’t help but stare. You were standing over someone’s arm, stitching them up with practiced efficiency. Your face was calm, expression unreadable, and while you didn’t spare anyone more than a glance, there was something magnetic about you. Something she couldn’t place.

She knew she liked girls, knew it the same way she liked guys. It wasn’t new. But you? You were.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, unapologetic and unbothered by the chaos around you. You were nice enough when you needed to be, but there was a cold edge to your words that made people straighten up when you talked. Abby wasn’t sure why, but it made her want to keep watching.

The first time she came to see you, Manny was at her side. He was rattling on about how she could’ve dodged better during their patrol when Abby cut him off with a laugh. "It’s just a scratch." But it wasn’t just a scratch. She’d made sure of that.

You didn’t say much as you cleaned the cut on her arm. Just a quick "Sit still" when she fidgeted and a sharp "You’re not going to get far if you keep being reckless." Abby’s heart did something stupid when you said that. It felt like you’d seen right through her.

And maybe you had, because she found herself in your med bay again not long after. Then again. Each time, the injuries were small but deliberate—a scrape here, a bruise there. Enough to warrant a visit, not enough to stop her from heading back out.

"You keep showing up here," you said one day, not looking up from the gauze you were wrapping around her knuckles. "You’re either careless or stupid."

Abby smirked, ignoring the way her chest tightened at your tone. "Maybe I just like your company."

You glanced at her then, your expression unreadable as always. For a second, she thought you might laugh, but instead, you just shook your head and finished the bandage. "Try not to get hurt again, Anderson."

She didn't make any promises.

[yuckyfucky]

this is a request by: @sadeyedsugar !! i posted but deleted bc i wasn’t satisfied w it so i re-wrote it <333

warnings: smut, dom!abby, sub!reader, size kink, abbys kind of a perv, reader is described as small but it only means smaller than abby in height n weaker than her <3 not proofread!

authors note: why the fuck do i constantly find myself writing about the wlf gym. its like i live there.

you and abby started dating exactly 3 weeks ago. 3 weeks ago, abby decided to finally ask you out. she was practically pining over you since the moment she met you. your innocent smiles made her heart melt, and every time she saw you look at her it made her physically ache. she couldnt handle it anymore, which is how she found herself banging on your bedroom door at 11pm with a random bouquet of flowers to ask if maybe, possibly, youd agree to go out with her.

since that day, you practically followed abby around everywhere. this is exactly why you found yourself here, in the wlf gym, watching your now girlfriend, lifting an impossibly heavy amount of weights. for some reason, every harsh groan, every moan that escaped her throat, made your heart beat faster. abby and you kissed, sure.

shed kissed you on your second date, while you were cuddled up in her bed after watching a movie, facing her. you were having a conversation about her past. shed told you all about her father, about the void it left in her. your genuine intrigue killed her, made her heart so soft for you. she pushed a hair strand away from you face, and just asked; “can i… kiss you?” that question made you flush so hard you could feel the heat burning in your ears. all you could respond with was a small “mmhm”, and next thing, her sweet mouth was on yours. it was sweet, and warm, like a butterfly landing on your lips. so tender and so innocent, until it wasnt. without even being aware of it, you brought your hand to lightly tug at abbys shirt. just a small tug. that tug, resulted in abby letting out a shaky breath, deepening the kiss for just a moment and then abruptly stopping. you slowly opened your eyes, and noticed how her pupils were dilated, her strong chest rising up and down. “whyd you stop?” you asked in your sweet voice, the voice that made abby’s heart flutter and fist tighten.

“because…” she responded, followed by a deep sigh. “lets just sleep, ok?” she commanded, and you did.

from then on, that was your routine. slow, innocent sweet kiss on the bridge of turning into something more, and abby shutting it off. you didnt understand why. what was she so afraid of? it was just kissing, wasnt it? sure, sometimes youd push your chest into hers, making her breathing get heavier, but that was it, right? what would be so bad about a little kiss turning into a longer one? its not like youd hurt her, not like shed hurt you, right?

“good job, abs” you cheered at your girlfriend, watching her lift.

“mmph- thanks” she breathed deeply, flashing you a triumphant smile.

“how heavy is it?” you asked, curiously examining the weights.

“why? wanna try?” she responded, satisfied with herself, obviously giddy about impressing her girlfriend.

you hesitantly walked over to face the giant weight, examining it with a panicked look that made abby huff a giggle.

you slowly bent down, put your delicate hands on the weight, and tried lifting it up. the thing is, it didnt even move. not even a flinch. “mhhhhp” you groaned, with furrowed brows. how the fuck did she manage to do that? abby was eyeing you up and down, hands crossed over her chest with a cocky smile on her face, as she watched your failed attempts. “let me help you, okay?” she commanded, and you nodded while wiping a small drop of sweat from your forehead. abby stood behind you, her light breaths caressing your neck. “that is not how you dress for the gym, by the way” she snickered. “whats wrong with how im dressed?” you were wearing a jean skirt, and a bright pink sports bra. is that not gym attire? its a sports bra, you thought.

“c’mon” she sighed, “hands on the weight” she demanded. you quickly bent down again, and abby followed you, bending down with you, putting her large hands above yours, wrapping them completely up. having your small hands practically fully covered by hers, sent a shiver down her spine. fuck, would that be how youd look like with her above you, deep inside, big hands holding onto yours, forcing them onto the bed? would you squeeze your hand into hers while begging her for more? focus, abby, she thought to herself. shes not ready, not yet. youd ruin her.

with the strength of abbys arms, she lifted up the weight, your hands wrapped around it. you thought the weight lifting distribution was about 20%/80%. you were wrong. it was probably around 1%/99%.

“oh my god!” you giggled with excitement. “look at me!” abby laughed in your ear “thats my strong girl” she said proudly, grunting into you, making you squeal.

her strong girl. those words made you tingle and your stomach feel like its getting swarmed by actual butterflies.

“now, bend over again slowly for me okay?” she said in your ear. you slowly pulled the weights down, following her instructions. “thats it, good girl” she said gently, her voice so soft and assuring. for some reason, those sweet words of praise always made you feel funny. you didnt know what that feeling was exactly, only that it made you grow more and more nervous. what if she saw your breath hitch? what if she noticed how your pupils grow every time she mutters those words? what if she’d know, exactly what she was doing to you. “you good?” she asked, making you snap out of your trance.

“yeah!” you assured her. “totally fine”. “okay…” she snickered, and got back to lifting yet another weight. you shifted from one leg to the other while watching her, leaving her to lock her gaze onto you. “think im gonna do some yoga” you exclaimed.

“you do yoga?” she smirked slightly, sharp short breaths escaping her mouth as she lifts the weight up and down, up and down.

“nope” you responded, popping the p. “but i can try, right? i mean- maybe id get as strong as you?” those words made her smile, and respond “wouldnt want to hurt yourself though, yeah? go easy” in her commanding voice. if abby told you to jump off of a roof, you probably would. especially when she talked to you like that. like you were her delicate little thing.

you grabbed the beat down yoga mat from a pile of gym equipment, and laid it gently on the floor. the mat was hot pink, complimenting your bra, making it almost seem as if you matched with it on purpose. as abby lifted her weights, she couldnt stop examining you. looking at you. noticing how your short skirt hiked up slightly as you bent down, how your white underwear teased her just a little, “look at what you want abby- never gonna get it” she felt as if your body was talking to her, mocking her. every curve of your figure inviting her in, and her brain, pushing her away. she wanted to give in - wanted to give in so bad. but you were so sweet, so kind, so innocent. she was terrified of what shed do to you if she snapped. terrified of the bruises shed leave, the marks shed burn into you. what if you couldn’t handle it? what if she was too rough? what if she just couldnt go slow with you? she wanted to break you, wanted to keep you whole, wanted to make you scream and cry and pant and beg, and then she wanted you to tell her you loved her, that shes your everything, that youre hers. what if once she touched you, corrupted you, youd hate her? she couldnt handle that.

her body was sweating, and it wasnt the weights that made her react way. it wasnt the rushes of endorphins running through her veins, it was you.

she was full on gawking now, like a fucking pervert. her weights were dropped a long ago, as soon as she noticed your body bending down in front of her, hitting the ground with a thud. “fuck” she mumbled to herself. her jaw was hanging open slightly, hands curled in fists, heart pumping in and out of her chest.

you spread your legs open, following the instructions of an sports old magazine you had found laying around outside the base one day. you were whimpering, desperately trying to put your legs in the right place, hands were they supposed to. were you meant to curl your head this way? shit- was your left leg supposed to be entangled with the right one or were you completely off - looking like a disheveled barbie doll.

“ughhh” you let out a sigh of frustration. “cant get it right!” you scoffed, and shoved the magazine away.

abby was gone. did you speak? she had no idea. all she could think of was the way your thigh jiggled and how your chest heaved up and down, nipples perked up through the beat down old sports bra.

“abby” you moaned, “abby help” you sighed and begged.

“abs!”

she snapped, quickly adverting her gaze away to look at the wall. if you werent so distracted, she thought maybe you would have called her a perv, you would have been disgusted by how her eyes didnt meet yours even once - gaze just glued on to your body.

“yeah?” she responded, wiping her sweat from her hand on her top.

“need help” you drawled.

she walked towards you hesitantly. do i get close? she though. what would happen then?

“look at this” you badgered, picking up the magazine, pointing at a picture of a lady with her head underneath her leg.

“how the hell am i supposed to do that?” you questioned, looking at abbys puzzled face.

you bent down to a form a triangle shape, abby by your side.

“can you stand behind me?” you begged.

her eyebrows raised slightly, questioning you.

she walked slowly, and stood directly behind you. it was killing her. she clenched her fist, short nails scratching her palms, leaving sharp marks.

“how am i supposed to put my arm over there?” you said, and accidentally backed up against abby, your ass slightly bumping her crotch. abbys breath hitched.

“j- just…”

her face was hot. she felt like she couldnt breathe, couldnt even swallow properly, all choked up.

she couldnt control herself anymore. it was like something overcame her, possessed her. she firmly put her hands on your waist, and jerked your body to slam her crotch, for just a second. she wanted to feel you, just like that, just for a monent. god, she needed that release so so bad. she was so good with you, so strict, stern. she managed herself. she was nice, respectful, she tried not to stare if your top was cut too low. always kept her composure, even when you whined her name in a way that made her see the devil, even when you were sleeping, and the urge to pull your pants down, for just a second, just a little bit, was so strong it made her hands grow clammy, she didnt. she was good. until she wasnt.

“abby? what are you doing?” you asked, feeling your own heartbeat speeding up.

“just… stay like that… yeah?” she panted, pulled and pushed your waist to make your ass meet her crotch deeper, harder this time.

“abs…” you gaped. you were in shock - what was she doing? why did your heart beat faster and why did your cunt start tickling? you let out a shaky breath, one that abby heard. one that signaled to her that this time - there was no controlling. not anymore.

“oh god…” she murmured, massaging your ass slowly while bumping her crotch into it.

“you know what you fucking do to me?” she grunted, her voice an octave higher than her usual, desparate. did you even know?

the scene was borderline obscene - you on your knees with your head hanging from your neck like a rag doll, abby behind you with her crotch buried in your cheeks, begging to be swallowed.

“abs- it feels- ah” you moaned. you couldnt control your body anymore, which is why you dropped quickly down to your knees, collapsing on the mat.

abby followed quickly, laying on top of you, crushing you with her weight, practically covering you whole.

she was panting over you, grinding down on your ass, begging herself for mercy.

“didnt fucking wanna do it like this” she whimpered between short breaths.

“fucking wanted to take it fucking slow with you” she grunts, when she feels you slightly arch your back for her. did you want this as much as her? is she fucking stupid?

“abby-“ you squealed, moans muffled by the mattress on the floor.

she grinded herself more harshly now, almost entirely losing herself on top of you.

“feels-“ you whimpered against the floor.

“tell me” she demanded.

“feels g- feels good, a a abby” the way her crotch was grinding into you made your clit bump into the mat, separated only by the thin material of your panties, skirt hitched up burning your stomach.

“fuuuck” she muttered, feeling herself clench at your words. she couldnt believe this was happening. the amount of times she pictured you like this, pictured you a panting mess, your pussy glistening- begging for her strap, her fingers, her tongue. she would lay awake at night with her fingers buried deep inside, fists clenched, just imagining you bouncing up and down screaming her name. after shed come, shed curse herself for it. punish herself for being so fucking unhinged.

“abby- need to see you” you cried out from beneath her. she softened for a second, breaking out of her grunts.

she lifted herself off, and carefully backed away, positioning herself to sit, hands supporting her from behind. as soon as she saw your red face, your glistening eyes, the realization hit her. she was about to fuck you like an animal on the floor - you, her girlfriend, her sweet, innocent girlfriend. the same one she brought those flowers for, same one shed kill for, she was gonna ruin you.

“oh shit” she breathed, and her eyes became frantic, almost begging you for forgiveness with just her look. she couldnt hurt you.

you tried steadying your breaths, eyes glued on to the floor. you felt ashamed. ashamed of how much you liked it, ashamed of the wet spot that formed on your panties.

“im so fucking sorry” she pleaded, quickly placing her hand on your cheek, barely even grazing it, barely caressing, almost afraid to touch you again.

“for what?” you questioned, holding her palm. why was she the one apologizing to you?

“i couldnt control myself” she retreated, placing her forehead on yours.

“dont” you simply stated.

“dont control yourself”

as it it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“what?” she scoffed. she looked baffled. what were you saying? was she hallucinating?

“im saying you dont have to… im saying- i want to.” you couldnt quite put it in a sentence, a normal, coherent one. but you knew, you absolutely knew you needed to feel it again. needed her closer, needed her inside.

“c’mere” she almost moaned, and your body was hers.

[c0kitty]

NOW PLAYING ... STAY THE NIGHT ft. fwb!abby anderson x f!reader

(⭑) content: wc 600+ hc. modern au. fwb!abby. smut-ish. cursing. dickhead!abby. soccer player!abby. both in uni.

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(⭑) ── soccer player!abby who you disliked with a passion. it wasn’t for no reason. abby’s constant air of arrogance, her playboy-mentality with women, and her ability to have everyone at her will — just being the school’s soccer champion, didn’t sit well with you. 

so, it was your surprise when you ended up in her freaking bed later that week.  

you don't entirely remember how it happened, but one moment you were at ellie’s party, doing an intense shot-game with abby, and the next — you both were severely drunk in ellie’s bathroom, cornered, with you on the counter, and abby’s lips on yours.

you remembered small fragments of the night: abby’s lips being so soft, and tongue tasting like a mixture of vodka and grapefruit. your legs being propped around abby’s hips.

abby’s rough hands, slipping through your unbutton jean’s and into your soaked panties. 

her voice, low and soothing in your ear, “c'mon let me hear you, princess.”

it was different from her usual rough tone with you; and the worst part is you liked it. liked her praising you, whispering sweet-nothings.

(⭑) ── soccer player!abby, who fucks you out. the night after was a bit of a whiplash for you. your lips kiss-swollen, dark hickies splayed on your neck, and you were wearing abby’s jersey

abby’s arm was wrapped at your hips, holded tight like she would die before letting you go. her body half-naked only in boxers.

and for some reason having seeing abby like that, stirred so many emotions. to desire, warmth, comfort.

(⭑) ── soccer player!abby, who you can’t sleep with again — you couldn’t be like those girls she’d fuck and get bored with after they’d caught feelings.

so, you leave without a word. but, soon after, you guys would see each other in class, eye’s drawn to each other.

…and it more or less happens again, rushed in a random janitor’s closet, again in abby’s freakishly-clean room, and again, in abby’s truck, her hands pushing your shaky legs apart, two fingers curling at your g-spot.

(⭑) ── fwb!abby, who is obsessed with you, always has been. she liked how you were always head on with her stubbornness, she loved how confident, smart, pretty, especially in those mini-skirts you always wear.

and, even though abby did love etching a reaction out of you, she wanted something more; beyond the snarky exchanges you guys had.

so with this arrangement you guys had goin’ on — all it did was fuel that even more.

to your pretty little moans to her ears, your strawberry glossed-lips, and how you chanted her name reaching your high.

she didn’t want anybody else to have this — have you.

(⭑) ── fwb!abby, who you continue with this fwb thing for two-months. it was at first to you, a way to release pent-up frustration with school and life, plus the sex was good. but after a while

… you wouldn’t just immediately leave after you guys fucked, sometimes you and abby would actually have civil conversations, joke around, watch movies in bed, cuddle.

it was all starting to seem … coupley. and it scared you how much you didn’t mind it.

not minding when she arrived after-practice sweaty, at your doorstep, showering you with kisses, not minding her head on your lap as she slept snoring softly, and not minding staying up late, embarrassingly-waiting for abby to respond to your texts.

it’s not entirely glitz and glamor. you guys would still argue, more so about stupid shit. 

like who’s gonna get the remote that’s on the floor, which results into a big disagreement.

(⭑) ── yet as the weeks passed, the arguments seemed to dwindle and sometimes, abby would apologize, with your favorite food in hand.

it's very unfinished but yay i posted! 😭

[atyourmerci]

✩Your Galaxy✩

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Abby Anderson / Mandolorian AU

Summary: Abby as a Mandolorian. No specific relationship to reader yet (will obv get into if this turns into a fic).

Warnings: smut, MDNI, some fluff holy fuck Madda wrote fluff?? Fingering, cunnilingus, switch!abby, switch!reader, cannon typical violence, no y/n, only description of reader is having hair, making up shit about space and Star Wars uni that I don’t know!!!it’s fine!!!

A/N: hey babies, so I’ve been sittingggg on this idea for a sec and idk if it will gel with you guys so pls lmk if this would be something you’re interested in. I guess this is a blurb?? If you wanna see it turn into a fic pls let me know:))

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Mando!abby who takes off her gloves so she can feel how wet you really are, even when you promise her.

Mando!abby who let’s you trace your fingers along her face in the darkness of the night so you can imagine what she truly looks like. The first time you weren’t expecting her vulnerability, she had just fucked you senseless as you laid there heaving when she pulled your shaky fingertips to her defined face, allowing you to let them roam freely.

Mando!abby who took her helmet off for the first time when you were laid inbetween her thighs, lapping at her swollen clit. She wanted you to hear her pathetic whimpers that no one else had. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly when you heard the rustling of the helmet come off, but she trusted you… “k- keep going baby I- jus’ wanna watch you”

Mando!abby who couldn’t help but to admit her real name with you as she had you bent over her bed, helmet off heavy breathed over the shell of your ear, driving her soaked fingers into your needy cunt. “F-fuck Mando…” you pathetically breathe out, muffled by the thin white fabric of her bed. “Abby,” Mando remarked flatly. It took you aback at the unrecognizable name, your body froze as your mind raced, did she call you the wr- “call me abby,” she corrects herself. A guttural breath you didn’t notice you were holding escapes your lips. Abby…Abby. A delicate name for the otherwise ruthless murderer. The name swirled aimlessly in your mind over and over again…abby.

Mando!abby who’s secret you knew. She was able to go unrecognized as a woman in her field, tweaking her modulator so her voice came out husky, her build making her larger and more threatening than any other mandolorian you had seen before. She didn’t want them to treat her differently, think less of her ability. You accidentally stumbled upon her well held secret when she came back to the ship with a gash across her abdomen. She tried hiding it from you, but it came up so close on her chest you unknowingly forced it out of her. You froze at the sight of her black bra peeking under her tunic, cheeks flushed. “Don’t say a fucking word,” she bit under her breath. You internally pulled yourself together with your new found information on the mysterious killer, wild eyed averting your gaze back to her cover eyes, eyes that you’ll never see. “Okay.” You said with an attempt at confidence. An attempt at reassurance. She had no reason to trust your word, but she did.

Mando!abby who insists on showering your body even if the lights are on. A stupid fucking ship. If the shower was running the lights had to be on. This was an automatic off zone for you when things started with you and abby. Not only could you see her face, but her entire body would be revealed to you in the intimate space of the well-lit shower. Her body that you had only seen bits and pieces of in desperate, heavy breathed moments, but never her face. But when you had returned from a rather brutal hunt, blood caked in your hair, she insisted to clean you off. “B-but abby-“ before you can protest she began removing your blood soaked clothing out of your sight behind you, “just close your eyes, I’ll stand behind you. I’m not leaving you by yourself for another moment,” the tang of her sweet voice fluttered your ears, unmarked by the hardness of the modulated voice of her visor.

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[mystellenia]

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🦢 fluff

🐍 angst

🌟 nsfw

☄️ misc

୨ৎ answered request

abby anderson:

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ a night in with abby

a cozy tv night in with abby and her ofc being a sweetie pie, ending with you guys falling asleep together on the couch

☄️ ˖ ࣪⊹ making abby nervous by teasing her ୨ৎ

after finishing up a workout with abby, you guys head to the locker room to get ready to leave. inside the bathroom, abby freezes up at your sudden flirtiness

🐍🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ being effortlessly loved by abby

after a rough week, you begin pushing abby and her love away, but she makes her feelings known and voices her frustration

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ nipple sucking ୨ৎ

you suck abby's nipples, flipping the roles and surprising both you and herself

🦢🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ passionate sex ୨ৎ

you and abby spend the night enjoying each other, sharing a passionate moment

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ pt 1: romantic tension

in the warm glow of abby's bedroom, after a day of shared hobbies, you contemplate your deepening feelings for her and hope that perhaps she feels the same

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ pt 2: first kiss with abby ୨ৎ

after the romantic tension between you and abby reaches a peak, you two finally share a sweet kiss.

🦢☄️ ˖ ࣪⊹ getting pampered by abby ୨ৎ

after a long day and a well deserved shower, abby takes it upon herself to take care of you.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ riding bound abby’s strap

abby has teased you all day, so you decide to get back at her by taking away her most treasured sense: touch.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ dom!abby losing her composure ୨ৎ

abby’s composed and rough facade is destroyed by an unexpected and embarrassing orgasm.

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ellie williams:

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ first time with ellie ୨ৎ

when kissing between you and ellie gets heated, she reveals a present she got you to commemorate the first time between you guys

☄️ ˖ ࣪⊹ study session for uni

ellie has agreed to tutor you for your planetary science class, and today is your first session; part two to this blurb!!

🦢🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ shower sex with ellie

when you come home from work, ellie just can't seem to keep her hands off of you. when you move things to the shower, it gets steamy (do u get it bc its the shower and like the water is hot so- yup ok i’ll leave)

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ ellie's reaction to big boobs ୨ৎ

you come over to ellie's late at night, your intentions clear as day in your eyes.

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ giving ellie a hoodie full of kisses ୨ৎ

you paint a hoodie with kisses for ellie, and the gesture flusters her.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ ellie's reaction to small boobs ୨ৎ

ellie can't stop staring at your tits. that's it.

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ ellie caring for her clumsy girlfriend ୨ৎ

how ellie cares for her clumsy girlfriend

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ sleepy late nights with ellie ୨ৎ

both you and ellie wake up in the middle of the night and cuddle your way back to sleep.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ ellie's breeding strap

ellie tries out the cum filled strap with you for the first time.

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vi arcane:

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ soft christmas morning with vi

you and vi wake up on a chilly christmas morning.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ christmas mirror sex with vi

you looked a little too good in your christmas pajamas, and vi simply can't control herself.

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blurbs:

✧˖° jealous!ellie getting salty when you get friendly w other girls

✧˖° softdom!ellie being a hottie pants

✧˖° nerdyloser!ellie being nervous when you sit next to her in lecture

[yuckyfucky]

IT AHOULDVE BEEN ME DAMMNIT!!~

abbyabby deff slams the headboard and makes the bed creak 🙏

Oooo definitely! I feel like she would hit the headboard when she gets super into it, dunno why but don’t worry she would never hurt you, unless you asked nicely..

I hope you like this, I kinda went off track with it..haha…anyways, as always I hope you like it never the less!

(Sorry if you wanted a head-canon, I just wrote a little story…)

You would be laying on your tummy—ass in the air, Abby would be leaning over you, both hands clenched on the headboard for balance as she fucks into your wet pussy from behind. Your hips bouncing on her cock—making the fat on your ass it jiggle with every time your hips met, fucking harder into you when you squeeze around her strap making her curse out, fuck.

Abby would be grunting with every other thrust, slamming her hips against your ass hard—because every time she did you would let out the sweetest noises. She wanted to make you cry out her name and scream, but alas it was two in the morning when she woke up to you humping her thigh in your sleep, so you need to stay quite baby. Is what she whispered in your ear, in that sleep husky voice as she began to gently fuck you with her strap—you still half asleep but you nod because you wanted to be praised for being a good girl. Biting your pillow to softly to help stay quite.

She chuckled darkly as she said those words you wanted to hear,”That’s my good girl,” her grip got tight on your hips,”now stay put and let me fuck you.” Fifteen minutes later she had you begging and crying out.

“F-fuck—Abby please—“

“That’s it baby, just let me use you.”

You arch your back even more, pressing your breast against the bed—letting Abby have her way with you. She growls out as you do this, so fucking submissive for me. She hold on the headboard getting tighter as she slams into your tight cunt, making you mewl out.

She’s so close to cumming—and she can feel you are too, that and if your begs and soft cries were anything to go by. She panted out,”Fuck ‘m gonna cum baby,” her eyes shut without her consent as she felt that red hot flame in her abdomen get larger.”gonna cum.” Sweat dripping off of her and onto your back.

She lets out a shout by accident as she slams her palm against the wood of the headboard—making you jump and clench around her cock. She buried her cock into your wet pussy, the tip of it grinding against your cervix as she humped against your ass—grinding her clit against the catch-on on the inside of the harness.

Your hips jolting as she did this, grinding the tip against your sweet spot,”please Abby-please let me cum ‘ve been so good!” You cried out. She let go of the headboard and leaned down pressing her chest hard against you back, grasping your chin in her left hand—making you look at her over your right shoulder as her right hand flicked at your swollen clit.

“Fuck baby, fucking cum for me now.” She growled, her nose pressed against your cheek, watching your eyes roll back as she began to fuck back into you roughly—making the bed frame shake and make a high pitched squeaking noise with every thrust.

Her hand let go of you chin to quickly cover you mouth and nose as you came, cutting your shout off and forcing you to hold your breath. You fucking love this don’t you pumpkin. Abby growled as she pressed her hand a little harder against your face, letting the asphyxiation set in.

You shook in your lovers strong arms as tears finally fell down your face and landed on Abby’s hand. “Awe, my pretty baby is crying? Good.” She licked at your tears with a sinister grin.

You tapped twice on her arm—which meant to slow down, so she did, letting go of your face and slowly stopped her thrusting to a halt, her breathing was heavy as she kept leaning over you and tilted her head to the side—looking you over to make sure you were okay.

You tremble as you get your breath under control, and reach out to hold Abby’s wrist in a weak grip. Lifting her free arm she traced your jawline with her finger. “You okay baby?” She whispered.

You just hum before saying in a soft tone,”Yeah just was getting overwhelmed ‘s all.”

Abby leans down and kisses your shoulder,”’m sorry.”You just hum with a soft happy sigh, before she leaned back up and began to try and pull out of you, making you clench around her.”Gotta relax baby,” she said rubbing your back.

You whine—pulling at her wrist,”No don’t wanna be apart yet..” making her sigh as she says, okay pumpkin. And gently lays down on top of you, kissing your shoulder one more time, intertwining her fingers with yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[saviorellie]

roommate!abby headcannons.

pairing : abby anderson x reader pov : second person, she/her pronouns warning(s) : none !! just fluff ! college abby obvi ! notes : you know roomie headcannons are my specialty

roommate!abby was randomly selected by your uni

before you guys met, all you knew was her name. you didn’t look her up on instagram or facebook . you kinda just hoped that she was cool

(she was the coolest btw)

roommate!abby is just sooohdshksdhd sweet

she’s tough and nonchalant (and dare i say… a little mean) to everyone else

but she is putty in your hands

she has girls (and… men) falling to her feet around campus but she only has eyes for YOU

as soon as she walks in the door of your dorm, the furrow in her eyebrows goes away

roommate!abby always picks up your favorite food from the dining hall on her way in because she knows you’ll be too tired to go down there after your classes

if you have an 8am and abby doesn’t, she’ll wake up early anyway just so she can see you before you leave for the day

but god forbid you accuse her of having a crush on you???

“i thought you didn’t have an 8am class?” “i don’t i just have uh an um and uh [some bullshit reason]” “… right”

roommate!abby’s love language is acts of service 100%

from buying you dinner or remembering to put the ice tray back in the freezer because she knows you won’t drink water if there’s not ice in it

“do you wanna watch a movie with me?” is her favorite line

i feel like abby is alwayssss cold

she thinks it’s funny to put her cold on hands on the back of you neck or your face if you’re sitting on the couch together

or she’ll be like “ my hands are so cold

roommate!abby is soooooo obsessed with yousdjfdjfsdf

if you’re feeling sick, she is ready with ibuprofen or cold medicine and a warm bath on standby

if you’ve gone shopping, she basically begs for a try on haul and then forgets to breath when you show her

abby anderson kinesiology major (i’m right)

roommate!abby hatessss a party

she would much much much rather just spend the night getting boxed wine drunk with you in your little apartment :’(

she’s an affectionate drunk :’(((((

she has had to stop herself for confessing her love to you while wine drunk so many times

roommate!abby would 100% give you the sweetest little nicknames (she likes watching you blush)

"sweet girl" and "pretty girl" and "my star" when she's proud of you :,)))))

she lovessss putting "my" in front of a nickname, it's as close as she'll get to asking you out

she's sooksjdksj sweet :,((((((

[cheyisagirlkisser]

abby anderson bot, with a clumsy s/o, is this ask because i’m clumsy as hell and perchance am seeking abby to patch me up maybe 🧐☝🏽also this would be such a treat after the stress of uni finals 🧡

Abby & clumsy user (c.ai bot)

Abby loves her wife, even when you trip over everything and anything. She’ll take care of you, too. (bot is sfw!)

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[alpineglow]

Hello, sorry for bother but I would like to request some Abby x f!reader, the only think I want to read is anything (really anything you want to write) but with a tomboy or butch reader, I’m a little tired that is always a extreme femme reader and if you like, please take this request

If not, then thank you anyway and have a nice day

Oh my god I loveeeee this request! Sorry it's taken me a second to get around to it- I had to write a story for my uni course but absolutely I can do this.

It's Been a While (Since I Have Even Heard From You)

Ship: Abby Anderson x Butch!Reader Word Count: 284 Desc: You've changed, in the months since Abby has seen you. It's a good different, though.

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"Your hairs' shorter." It was a rather blunt greeting from Abby, especially after 3 months apart. You'd be damned though if you said it was out of character. She seemed almost uncertain, shifting from foot to foot. Her hands were together, fidgeting. You couldn't help the smile that weaselled onto your face. Abby hadn't changed a bit.

"East Coast treated me well. I see you're doing pretty good too," you say, putting your bag down on the bench by the door. Your door. It felt a touch odd to be backed in your shared living quarters in the stadium.

"Not as good without you," Abby comments, slowly easing back into your shared dynamic. You're shedding your jacket, when she finally approaches you to take it. There's a moment of pause, where you're so close that electricity could jump the gap.

"You missed me, then?" "Absolutely I did," Abby whispers, tossing the jacket over to the corner. Finally, she embraces you, strong arms wrapping around your middle. For the first time in a while, you're able to relax.

"I like the hair, by the way," Abby says, pulling back to look at you. "It feels like you."

"Thanks- I wasn't really sure at first. Did it about a month into the trip, but I think that-" You don't get to finish, as Abby finally kisses you. Almost immediately you melt into it, your hands coming to rest on her waist, and hers gently on your neck. It warmed you from the inside out.

"I'm glad you like it, baby," you joke, as you pull away. Her eyes sparkled, as she tugged you further into the space.

"Yea, now let's make up for some lost time."

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Hope u enjoyed! Requests are open!

[yuckyfucky]

they’re so mean!! vs when i get my hands on ellie..~

HELLO KITTIE, i have a request 🤭🤭, what about poly! Relationship w/ abby & ellie x reader, obv smut (god im such a whore)

Hear me out; the 3 of them living together, and one night they come from patrol to find reader high & masturbating themself with a pillow thinking of them 🫦🫦

im sorry im down BAD for them

-🎧

been thinkin abt this request since i got it 🙀

high tide.

🎀 mentions of weed, abby and ellie share reader typa relationship, masturbation, mentions of the strap on but it’s not used, not writing another part to this sorry !

you hated being bored. therefore, tuesdays were your most despised day. it was the day abby and ellie were both scheduled to be out on patrol together, whilst you sat in your shared home all bored and lonely. the least you could do was get high and pass the time until they returned.

��you sure you wanna smoke without us? not gonna get all scared again and disturb jesses peace like you did last time, right?” ellie smirked, tilting her head at you as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders, abby stood behind her zipping hers up. you recall the time you smoked waaaay too much weed, got super panicked and ended up knocking at jesses door crying, telling him that you think you’re allergic to snow.

before you got the chance to respond, abby’s head whipped around, braid falling over her shoulder as she came and stood by ellie to look at you where you were sprawled on the sofa clutching a bag of weed. “i told you that was a bad idea earlier.” she argued, making your head lull back up at the ceiling with a defensive whine.

“but it’s boring. i know my limits now.” you sat up, baggy tshirt that belonged to abby jostled— exposing some of the skin on your stomach as you did so. you bat your eye lashes playfully, bringing your fists up beneath your chin. “i’ll be good, i swear.”

abby shrugged, giving up on telling you what you couldn’t do, knowing you were likely to do it anyway. “fine, have at it.” she was now occupied by looking around for her gloves, snatching it out of ellie’s hands when she saw the brunette trying to pull them over her own palms quietly, having lost hers. “i think not.” abby tutted, not in the best of moods about having to leave her sweet girl in her tshirt all alone to go on patrol.

“sheesh, what happened to sharing is caring.” ellie muttered, flicking her eyebrows up at you making you giggle.

“abby shares sometimes, i’m living proof.” you jest, wiggling your fluffy-sock adorned toes into the couch cushions to keep them warm. ellie smiled, huffing a quiet laugh out her nose before her eyes flickered to the pre roll you’d made from your bag before they’d entered the room.

“y’want me to light you up atleast, ‘fore i go?” ellie took a few steps towards you on the couch as she pat her pockets for her lighter before leaning her palms against the back of the seat. you scrunched your nose, looking at it before looking back at her shaking your head.

“i got it. gonna wait til’ i get really bored and desperate.” you smiled and she pat the back of the couch in a quick rhythm before pushing herself off.

“alright. god you’re so fuckin’ lucky—”

“come on, ellie.” abby called from the door, before her heavy footsteps rearrived in the door way, giving her a look telling her to hurry up before her gaze softened, looking at you.

“we won’t be too long. be careful, okay?” she instructed, pleadingly — telling you basically not to smoke more than you can handle again.

“i will. bye guys, miss you already.” you pouted, arm extended as you waved with your fingers.

“bye, babe.” ellie leant forward and ruffled your hair before following abby out the door, the sound of them bickering outside muffled as they trudged further away.

a few hours passed, and you could no longer entertain yourself. to be honest, you hadn’t tried too hard— you hadn’t even moved from the couch. you were set on having a lazy day, and that you were having. you rolled around on the couch trying to get comfortable again, kicking off the blanket and hoisting your leg up, abby’s t-shirt bunched up around your waist exposing your underwear and socks. you gazed at the pre-roll, enough was enough.

abby had gotten in your head a little about smoking too much, so you made sure you were careful — smoking half the zoot right there on the couch (knowing abby would complain about you smoking inside, but hey, it was punishment for her getting in your head.) before stubbing it out, enjoying the relaxing buzz it brought you. this was it, you thought. maybe abby was onto something, there was a limit — and you’d done a great job at not reaching it today, getting just high enough to feel good and hazy without it being all too intense. you relaxed back on the couch, stretching your arms out beside you.

the good feelings had made you feel all mushy and affectionate, and you blinked your red eyes open to stare ahead of you, pouting at their absence. you wished that they were here right now, experiencing your joy with you. you pictured ellie to your left and abby to your right and smiled, practically being able to hear their pointless bickering. the only time they could make true peace with eachother, was when they were making you feel good. most of the time, anyway.

something stirred in your underwear, a warm familiar blanket of pleasure washing over you thinking about the way they doted over you, letting you fall into that glorious submissive space just to take care of you. you wanted that right now, you wanted them to come home and take care of you.

the submission creeping in made you feel higher and you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth as you sunk down lower on the couch, letting your legs fall open. the heat had wedged itself between your thighs and you felt the urge to touch yourself tingling in the tips of your fingers. you indulged, running your hand down your stomach the same way one of your girlfriends might and wasted no time letting the pads of your fingers climb over your clothed clit, the sensation heightened by your high. you let out a shaky breath, rubbing with more vigour as you brought one foot up, bent to sit flat on the couch giving your more access. you cursed, slipping your hand into your panties and wondering how you could get so wet so fast.

you spread your juices through your folds, fingers darting around your swollen button making you mewl out. you wanted to whine one of their names, but your heart ached trying to decide who’s to moan first, not wanting the other to feel second bested despite their lack of presence. you fucked your own hand until you came, loud, desperate and easy. almost too easy, as it was proven that the second you came down the burning ache hadn’t subsided. you felt insatiable.

more desperate now, you decided to switch up your tactics. as soon as you had grabbed the cushion, yanking your underwear down just to your knees, too eager to take them off completely — your eyes were clamping shut, stuffing the folded cushion between your legs laying on your front. from the way it was folded, it nudged directly against your sensitive clit, folds spreading around its shape. your cheek smushed itself into the couch as you ground your hips, slow and lethargic, each move tugging your panties slightly lower down your legs, still binding them with its material.

patrol hadn’t been too long, luckily for the two girls. as usual, they were driving eachother up the wall with small disagreements and ellie’s inappropriate jokes. they were more than happy to arrive back home to their sweet mediator, hoping to be greeted with an excited embrace as usual.

abby unlocked the door, turning her nose up immediately as a warm pungent wall of cannabis hit her in the face. ellie shuffled in behind her, dragging her feet slightly to kick any snow and mud off. “fucking freezing out there— oh, somethin’ smells good.”

“neither of you listen, do you?” she sighed, unzipping her coat as the two of them walked through to the living room, expecting to see you napping or engaged in a book. ellie heard the telltale mewl of your pleasure before abby did, distracted by pulling her coat off as they walked towards the room. the brunette briefly stopped with a growing excited smirk before continuing to follow the broad blonde into the entrance of the living room.

they stopped at the door, watching your grind your cunt into the delicately stitched cushion, pathetic whimpers distracting the two of them momentarily from the smell of weed. abby’s demeanour softened, feeling the way her body heat up at the sight. your leg hitched up, making the swell of your ass more plump as your folds shimmered in the low light. ellie particularly enjoyed the view of your panties not even pulled fully down your legs, suggesting your desperation to get yourself off.

you were only alerted of their presence when abby’s heavy boots creaked the floor board— but you were in no rush to lift your head and stop your movements. infact, your hips slowed to a stop reluctantly as you just stared back at them guiltily, unsure of what the reaction might be.

“having fun?” abby crossed her thick arms over her chest and you tensed, pushing your cunt more firmly into the pillow at the sight.

“was just… i…” you were lost for words, you’d totally been caught. your eyes dragged over to ellie, the sound of her backpack thudding against the floor drawing your attention. she strode over, dropping to a kneel in front of you. she was smirking with amusement which only made you blink your eyes at her more innocently like you hadn’t been doing anything at all, her hand reaching out to take a hold of your chin, tilting it up to face you into the light more.

“just as i expected, high as a kite. damn, we can’t leave this one alone for five minutes.” she shook her head and you began to push yourself up off the pillow, the shame finally reaching you as a flushed heat crept up your cheeks from behind your ears. a weight dipped in the couch beside you, abby taking a seat. her strong hand clasped the back of your thigh.

“you can stay like that.” it wasn’t an offer, nor a suggestion— more like a thinly veiled threat. ellie nodded sympathetically and you dropped your cunt back down onto the pillow. abby’s hand casually slid up your thigh, her thumb just missing your folds as it reached your ass, taking the meat of it and jiggling it slightly. “you’re actually in the perfect position to get fucked, i just don’t know if you deserve it after smoking inside again and all.” she pretended to contemplate, hand sliding back down to your where your panties were bunched up around her, dragging them down a few inches. you knew she was staring at your soaked folds and the way they were spread around the cushion— you knew abby was strong willed, but she wasn’t that strong willed.

ellie glared at abby, scoffing as if to say ‘i’ll do whatever i want, actually.’ and turned to you almost stubbornly. “sit up for me babe, i’ll help you out.” she emphasised. you pushed yourself up by your clammy hands and repositioned yourself so you were sat on the couch, panties still pulled half way down which felt even more embarrassing from this position. ellie readjusted her squatted position on the floor, before taking hold of the backs of your knees and yanking so your hips were up where she needed them. “there ya go.” she muttered, pushing your knees up as she leant in, taking a long lick through your soaked folds and enclosing her mouth around your clit, sucking. you whined, folded legs flailing a little as you tried to ignore the imposing mountain of abby beside you, staring, almost plotting.

you thought you could ignore her intimidation, enjoy ellie’s tongue lapping you up, and you were — but your attention was briefly stolen when she spoke. “spoiled.” was all she said, a slow shake of her head paired with it. you turned to look at her, and then it was her turn to feel weak. you just looked so pretty — eyes glossy and pink, mouth swollen, flushed and drooly, hair a little out of place, chest rising and falling with pants with the brunette between your thighs, your hand gently caressing the back of her head. fuck, abby thought— and she couldn’t stop herself from her hand sliding round the back of your neck like a snake and gripping you there, not wanting you to tear your gaze away. your brows furrowed at her touch, continuing to whimper from ellie’s ministrations.

the blonde pulled you in for a kiss, messy and barely giving you a chance to breathe. she fucked your tongue with her own for a while before you broke away when you felt ellie’s mouth disappear from your cunt. you turn to face her but was met immediately with her lips on yours — jealous and attention seeking. you barely had time to register the change-over, a gasp wracking through your chest when her slender middle finger slid right up inside you, pressing hard against the delicate gummy spot within. she kissed you through your shocked noises of pleasure, and you noticed abby’s hand still gripping the back of your neck, always somewhat in control.

“yeah, needed that huh?” ellie whispered against your lips, and you felt abby’s hand start to travel. she was grasping the back of your shirt now in her fist, like you were a bag of fruit or something. it was almost humiliating, the same way kittens get lifted by the scruff of the neck. she waited for the right moment before beginning to tug your shirt up, removing it over your head and from your body. your nipples peaked now in the sudden change of temperate and abby shuffled closer, big palm running across them before grabbing one, thumbing the nipple. the sensation made you buck your hips against ellie’s hand, overwhelmed and oh god — you were going to cum again already.

abby’s hand left you as soon as she sensed this, and so did her warmth from beside you. she stood up infact, and ellie actually pulled away to let you look up at her, taking the opportunity to take abby’s seat so she could kiss your neck, fingers finding your cunt once more.

“don’t let her cum yet. you wanna slut yourself out on the couch when we come home, you get fucked properly. those are the rules.” she looked so big, her long sleeve off-white henley gripping her biceps like it was it’s day job, her shoulders squared and her chin lifted and determined. she held your watery gaze before walking away to her bedroom to retrieve what you can only imagine to be the strap on. ellie’s fingers only sped up, thumb tapping against your clit as she suddenly began the race to get you to cum before abby returned.

“els.” you whined warningly only making her chuckle against the shell of your ear.

“what?” she smiled, your fingers clenching around her at just her voice.

“abby said—”

“i know what she said.” she whispered meaningfully, making no effort to slow her hand down. oh. that’s what was going on here.

“y’gonna— mmh— get me in t—trouble.” you were panting and you felt the sweat gathering at the back of your neck, almost a marking of abby’s absence.

“so get in trouble, we all know you like being punished anyway.” she shrugged, green eyes boring into the side of you face. “you’ll still be my good girl atleast.” she purred, trying everything to push you over the edge as you began to hear abby’s feet descending back down the stairs. your cunt spasmed around her fingers and she smirked, knowing she was about to be victorious.

“ellie!” you squeaked, feeling yourself tipping over the edge, almost frightened and panicked.

“thats it, baby. you take whatever you want. fuck, i love this greedy pussy.” she cursed as you exploded, the unmistakable sounds of your orgasm filling the room, just as the footsteps of abby returned — her strong shoulder leaning against the door to watch. your eyes were closed, but you knew her arms were crossed, face unreadable, thick strap very much present.

“hope you enjoyed cumming.” her strong voice carried once you’d come down, making your pink eyes flutter open from dream-land. ellie was kissing your jaw, smug smirk on her face as she wiped her fingers on your thigh. abby stepped forward into your hazy view. “because it won’t be happening again tonight.”

[elliebarker]

thinking about gym rat!abby and newbie!reader…

category: modern!abby x female!reader (mentions of college/uni!abby if you blink): gym/workout au

author’s note: a solid 53% wanted this…i lowkey hate this…good luck.

classes were out, summer was in full swing, and after the end-of-school parties died down you had nothing to do.

you remembered the half-assed gift your cousin had given you a week earlier, a membership to your local gym.

why not? you thought. you didn’t even have to work out, you could just sit by the pool or get a smoothie or whatever they had there. you could also just run a little, half an hour, stay fit.

you packed your bag, grabbed your water bottle and keys, and headed out the door.

abby had been going to this gym for quite a while. working on her stature. defined, toned arms fell from her torso loosely as she walked through the assorted treadmills and pull-up machines (i don’t go to gym okay be nice)

abby was walking through when she saw an unfamiliar face, well–back. she obviously didn’t want to be a creep so she continued on to do her set, but she couldn’t help but steal a few glances at this mysterious and…kind of pretty… stranger.

you are about 2 minutes into a steady-paced run when a blonde girl comes up to run right next to you. you look around to the line of treadmills, majority empty. you couldn’t help but question why right here? she had so many more options.

as you both progress you start to take in the figure next to you. dirty-blonde strands of hair were delicately clasped into a braid. she had on a gray “deftones” t-shirt, the sleeves were ripped off. her eyelashes were light and long, and she was looking at you. oh shit

you quickly whipped your head away in shame, a hot blush rising to your cheeks. if anyone asked you’d disguise it as sweat from your run.

you were about finished up and started to slow down. once you finally reached your stop, you took a sip of your water and went to go grab something from the vending machine. hopeful you and this blonde-haired girl could forget the whole…situation.

you had just punched in the number of your snack when, “your new, right?” a sweet voice called from behind you. and the girl from earlier had appeared. you smiled and introduced yourself to her.

“anderson,” she stated, “i’m abby anderson.”

“like the hospital off east?” you questioned, recalling the bright-lighted 24-7 white building on the other side of town.

“um…yeah,” she muttered. “my– my dad works there,” she scratched the back of her neck.

then, she placed her hands on your waist and moved you to the side, and inserted cash into the vending machine.

“oh, abby wait–” you called as the snack number you typed in fell into the dispenser. she reached down to grab it, and placed it into your hand.

“this ones on me sweetheart.” she winked at you, and walked off to the locker rooms.

the next day, same time, your stupid little crush led you back to the gym.

“no deftones today?” you asked, coming up next to abby.

she giggled, “no, no not today.” she looked down at her attire. another ‘muscle tee’ and shorts. “you like them?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

“i know a few songs,” you smiled and sat next to on the gym’s bench.

[izzybadabing]

down at the mini mart

THIS IS A JOKE THAT STARTED WITH A BREAKDOWN AT A LOCAL STARBUCKS PLS DONT BULLY ME I KNOW ITS BAD ITS CRACK

abby anderson x reader

canadian au! age gap (all legal), uni student!reader x convenience store owner!abby, reader is tired and so is abby, femme reader x butch abby, fluff

synopsis: you are enamoured with the cute butch that works at your local mini mart on broadview, but you know nothing about her. and that’s all going to change right now

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it was a cold canadian day in your home city of toronto. as you walked home from your 8am lecture, you stopped at the local convenience store to get a cup of burnt coffee. but the burnt coffee was worth it if you could see the owner again. she was a tall brunette, with humongous muscles and kind eyes, so what if she was a bit older than you? you still didn’t know her name, but you planned on learning it soon. as you walked into the mini mart, the door bell announcing your arrival, you looked to the cash desk and saw her, the woman of your dreams.

"hey! how are you?"

"good but the weather is ass"

"i know right! i can’t wait till spring!"

as you walked to the coffee machine, you felt a pair of eyes on you. you thought that maybe this wasn’t a one sided mini mart crush, that maybe she liked you too. as you looked back to her from the coffee area, you caught her smiling at you, a smile which you returned.

as you got your coffee and went to check out, she told you it was on the house. "oh no i can’t do that, let me pay you!", she smirked at your denial. "come on, beautiful women shouldn’t pay for coffee, also the coffee is shit making you pay for it should be a crime"

you laughed at her shameless flirting, but were too awkward to flirt back. "well then i’ll tip you next time i come in to make up for it", she laughed at your offer and you realized that your new favourite sight was that of her eyes crinkling as she laughed. "no keep your money, princess"

walking out of the mini mart, you decided that you needed to do something about this crush. you couldn’t let the most amazing woman you’ve ever met walk out of your life. you graduate in four months, and after that you’ll move out of your condo and into the GTA, cutting off all mini mart contact. your first step was to learn her name.

you made your decision, you were going to ask this woman out, and it would all start down at the mini mart.