ruby

20 slut 4 abby nd ellie😋 k bye

[teritor1al]

Shannon berry as abby you’ll never be forgotten☹️

[killerbait-deactivated20250314]

what about dry humping and making out with Abby?? like you’re in her lap and she’s just touching you everywhere 😵‍💫

love love love

nsfw hints

everytime you’d make out with abby— everytime… it could never just be a make out session. there were multiple reasons why, the main being you just couldn’t control yourself..

it was like you had to start grinding, and you don’t even notice it at first. your body responding before your mind does, hips moving slowly against her.

it’s just so sexy; the sounds of your mouths, her strong hands holding your hips and thighs… it was overwhelming, you were getting wetter by the second.

and of course, abby knew this and she sure as hell valued it like diamonds. she was quite honored actually, that she could get you so needy by just kissing and feeling you.

and it’s a borderline embarrassing short amount of time before your arms are wrapped around her neck to keep her as close as possible, your hips rutting against her as you openly moan against her mouth. the kiss is messy now, spit covering your chin, some droplets even running down the curves of your neck.

her hands slide from your ass and up your shirt to grab your waist, guiding your movements and using her thumbs to rub circles against your skin. her touch is so soft, yet it makes your head fuzzy.

she pulls away and you whine immediately, not even noticing how out of breath you both are. she reaches one hand up, gently grabbing your jaw. her palm covers almost the entirety of your neck as she wipes away the spit from your chin, “breathe, baby.”

your hips continue to move, trying to steady your breathing with little moans and whimpers slipping out here and there. “good girl.”

[xinyaya]

Stop putting Ellie and Abby against each other like y'all piss me off

[xo-cori]

it’s all a game to me anyway

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

summary: pining after athletes is never a good idea. that is, unless you’re good at getting your way.

warnings: smut (MDNI), hockey!abby, reader is lowkey a womanizer, choking, the knee thing™, thigh riding, power dynamic switcharoo, no aftercare but in a hot way

a/n: inspired by “music to watch boys to” by mother lana 🙏 if you’re a buff girl named abby anderson who plays hockey pls hit my line immediately

“How’d you get in here?”

In any other scenario, her tone would’ve offended you. At least, you would’ve pretended it did. But this is a very special case; you’ve got Abby exactly where you want her, only because you know she feels the same.

It all started a few months ago during your first week of college. You’d developed a reputation around the school pretty quickly– you tend to pick girls up for a night just to leave them in the dust. It’s fulfilling, until it isn’t. Until you move onto the next, getting better and better at pretending you’d fallen head over heels just to take someone to bed. Now, just starting your second semester, you’d climbed up the social hierarchy pretty quickly, and you’ve been eyeing somebody in specific. After playing your tricks with half of her teammates, of course.

You stand in the empty locker room with her as she packs her bag. You can tell she’s fresh out of the shower and had just finished getting changed. You wonder if you could’ve sped this up by walking in a bit earlier.

“I snuck in,” you shrug. “Just noticed you never came out with your team– I wanted to say how sorry I am that you guys lost. You’re the captain, right? You could spread the message.”

Her eyes meet yours and she’s obviously unimpressed. “I could, but I won’t.” She quips.

You tilt your head. “How come?”

“Well, you’re… acquainted with most of them. Tell them yourself.” She says, setting her bag down on one of the benches so that she can face you. Her dirty blonde hair is still damp and, now that you think about it, this is the first time you’ve seen it out of that signature braid she always wears– and you’ve seen a lot of her.

It’s become a habit to show up to every game, every practice, intently watching her command her team and skate around on that ice like her life depends on it. You don’t know how hockey works. You honestly couldn’t care less, but you have more than enough reason to watch it, and you have your music to keep you company.

“Someone’s jealous.” You observe, taking a long step towards her.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t make any attempt to create some distance. She just raises her eyebrows at you. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You think I’m jealous?”

“Sounds like it.” You wrestle with a smile, not wanting to blow your one chance at this by pissing her off too much.

“Oh, really? And what’s there to be jealous of?” Abby questions, even if she has a pretty good idea what the answer will be.

“The winning team,” you take another step, “and… y’know, the fact that half of your team has had a turn with me. Not you, though. Not yet.”

The way her jaw tenses up makes your chest swell with pride. “Not yet?” She repeats. “You think I want a turn?”

“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t look at me the way you do. You like it when I watch you all practice, because you know I’m just watching you.” You tell her.

Abby knows there’s no way to argue with that, no matter how much she’d like to. She looks for you in the bleachers and, when she finds you, subconsciously makes a point of holding that eye contact. You always have both of your headphones in. You’re always looking her up and down, licking your lips like she’s nothing but a freshly prepared meal to you. Honestly, it makes her confidence skyrocket. She’s secure in her capabilities, but a little boost never hurt.

“Athletes like being watched. That’s kinda the whole point,” she replies, “doesn’t make you special.”

“But I am special.” Another step forward. At this point, you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. “I’ve gotta be. You know what I want, but you’ve never told your coach to make me fuck off.”

That’s true, too, Abby thinks. She’d never admit it, though. “Maybe I should.” She says.

“You won’t.” You grin. “Not until you get your turn, at least.”

She’s the one to take the next step forward. You can feel her breath fan across your face. She doesn’t trust her voice to speak; her hard exterior slowly crumbling under the heat of your gaze.

So, she grabs you by the throat and leans down to catch your lips between hers.

You gasp, shocked that she’d be the one to take the initiative. You weren’t even sure if she liked girls, and here she was, already shoving her tongue past your lips, which you happily accepted. Her chest presses to yours as she backs you up against one of the lockers. You opt to ignore how hard your head hit the metal, given how preoccupied you are by the way she grabs both of your wrists in her other hand and holds them above your head.

Then, she pulls back to look at you. You aren’t the one in control and you know it. Oddly enough, you kind of like it.

“Is this what you wanted?” Abby rasps, shoving her knee between your thighs and pressing up right where you needed her, causing you to let out a pleased sigh.

“Yeah,” you nod, “just didn’t think you’d be so easy.”

She finds it ironic that you of all people would call her easy, but she decides not to linger on it. Instead, she slightly tightens her grip around your throat, reveling in the way she only needs one hand to make your breath stutter. The lack of air gives you a head-rush and you find yourself grinding down onto her thigh. Normally, you wouldn’t let yourself be reduced to a submissive mess, but you’d been pining after her for months. You’d do whatever it takes to get her head between your legs.

Abby kisses you once more, totally ignoring the way your hands struggle against her grip only because you kiss her back with a fervor she’s never felt.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, “fucking yourself on my leg like a dog.”

You whine at the lack of her lips on yours. “I want you so bad, Abby– been waiting for this forever.” You admit, which is just another ego boost for her.

She lets go of your wrists and pulls your arms to wrap around her shoulders. “Go ahead, then. Make yourself cum like this.”

You’re taken aback by the demand. Is that even possible? Hell, just to impress her, you’ll make it possible.

You slowly get yourself into a rhythm, rolling your hips into hers, thighs trembling as you hold yourself up simply by her shoulders. Her muscles flex beneath your hands and it only makes you moan louder. Your head falls back against the locker once more, giving Abby an opening to dive into your neck. She kisses, licks, bites any skin available to her, leaving little marks and bruises in her path. Something for her to gawk at later when you show up to practice (because she knows you will). Her hands hold you by your waist, fingertips digging into your flesh so hard that it hurts.

It only takes another two minutes until you feel your climax boiling somewhere deep inside of you. Your legs are just barely working anymore and your hips move with an untamed rhythm, shamelessly seeking any pleasure you can get. “I’m close,” you whimper, “please, please let me–”

Before you can finish your plea, she’s grabbing onto your hips and holding you still. You groan in frustration, balling your hands into fists and whacking them against her chest. “You fucking bitch!” You whine, only made angrier by the shit-eating grin on her face (plus the way she isn’t phased at all by your punches).

“Sorry,” Abby says, moving in so close to your face that your noses are nearly touching, “just needed to vent all this frustration. You know, since I lost the big game and all.”

She presses another kiss to your lips, and you reach up to grab hold of her hair, trying to deepen it as much as possible. She doesn’t struggle at all to pull away, though. You’ve never loved and hated someone’s muscles so much.

“Let me make it better.” You breathe, trying to move one of your hands down between her legs but she quickly grabs it to restrain you. “Please, I’ll– I promise, I’ll make you forget about that stupid game.”

“That’s not a very tempting offer,” Abby sighs dramatically just to get a rise out of you, “don’t wanna be sore for practice tomorrow.”

You scrunch your nose in thought. Is that an invitation? It has to be. She knows you’ll be there regardless. You stare deep into her eyes with a fury, but this only seems to amuse her.

She lets go of your hips and steps away from you. “See you then.”

You remain pressed up against the locker, lips kiss-bitten and legs shaky. You don’t even want to think about what your neck looks like. Abby grabs her bag from the bench and doesn’t even spare you another glance before walking out of the same door you came in through.

Fuck this, you think. Two can play at that game.

[clemellie]

sharp like a knife [e.w x afab!reader]

[photo creds] there’s no reason this should’ve took 171829 years to write n publish but here we are ladies and they/thems

pairing: modern!ellie williams x afab!reader

summary: while taking care of a drunken dina with ellie, the brunette blurts out a secret; changing your already rocky relationship with ellie.

warnings: mdni, 18+. ellie gets mean but we move! brief mention of throwing up. typical language. secretive pining. sorta enemies to lovers. smut at the end. dom!ellie. fingering. some spanking. some overstimulation.

word count: 4.1k

ellie didn’t want to be here.

she knew the next day, she’d tell dina she’s never going with her to a party again, then she’d end up stuck in this position, again. letting dina talk her ear off, drunk out of her mind. while ellie was sober, considering she was the designated driver. not only for dina, but for you.

being dina’s roommate, it made most sense for you to ride with the two. even if ellie wasn’t a fan of the idea, yet found herself adjusting her hair, tucking in the stray pieces of her mullet. and undoing the first few buttons of her dark flannel, realizing she looked too…proper.

it was stupid, her simplistic efforts to look somewhat nicer, she knew it. it’s not like you were going to shower her with compliments.

but you did give her a double-take when you got into the back seat. she noticed. it went straight to her head. maybe it meant nothing, maybe you were judging her. that wouldn’t be shocking. that was your relationship; snide remarks, long gazes, and ignoring each other. being friendly wasn’t really an option, for some reason.

“ellieee,” dina nudged her shoulder, the brunette noticing her stare was elsewhere. her green irises were set on you. you, across the room, an obnoxious smile on your pretty face while chatting some blonde’s ear off. it irritated her. “hm?” she hums.

“you know what they say…about a picture lasting longer–” “shut up, dina,” ellie muttered.

ellie shouldn’t be watching you so obsessively; her eyes were simply drawn to you. an odd sense of anger building inside of her the longer she stared. because why were you laughing so hard at her jokes? and why was she occasionally putting her hand on your arm when she whispered something in your ear?

“you could just walk over there and–” “dina.”

dina shut her mouth, but the sly grin was still on her freckled face. she wouldn’t pressure ellie, but god, she couldn’t stand there and witness the yearning any longer. “i need a drink,” she sighs, she definitely didn’t, but walked away anyways. leaving ellie standing there, looking like a jealous ex for someone she never dated.

she didn’t know if she should be thankful or not that some girl walked up to her and started a conversation, pulling her attention away from you.

especially when she dares to look back, and you’re gone. along with the blonde you had been talking to. any feign interest she had in the stranger before her suddenly dissipated, the forced smile she wore falling flat. did you leave with the girl? maybe take her to some empty bedroom? are you alone with her?

god, she feels pathetic. the way you’re occupying her mind, distracting her from anyone else in the room, from anything else in the world.

she could tell you straight to your face she doesn’t like you. hell, she probably has at some point. but how could she care so much for you, if that were true? it’s not. she knows it’s not, and she hates it.

“ellie?” the girl in front of her had asked, ellie spacing out completely. “hm? yeah, sorry,” she gulps, trying to focus on her, trying to ignore her bothersome thoughts.

it doesn’t last long. not when her wandering eyes travel to you, helping a stumbling dina up the stairs. she mumbles a ‘fuck,’ excusing herself and following behind. she’s able to catch up before you shut the bathroom door in her face, black and white converse in the doorway.

“she okay?” ellie asks, the question stupid and self-explanatory as dina kneels in front of the toilet, unloading the last contents of her previous drink. “use your damn eyes,” you tell ellie, sitting beside the brunette and rubbing her back.

you feel ellie’s heavy glare without having to look at her. “just gonna stand there and watch?” you ask, attitude prevalent in your voice. her brows furrow, throwing her hands up as she speaks, “the fuck am i supposed to do?!”

“maybe get her water?” it’s more so a demand, and ellie obeys, for the sake of dina. but not before rolling her eyes first, shutting the door on her way out. she’s now reminded why you irritate her. your mere presence is irritating. the way you spoke to her like you had authority over her. the way you mirror her.

“jesus,” you sigh, dina chuckling slightly. she mumbles, “i’m guessing it didn’t go well.” the look she gives you is apologetic, though you don’t know what for, or what she’s referencing. “hm?”

“i-i thought you liked her back,” she sighs, placing her hands on her face, “god, she’s probably pissed at me.” what. you look at her wide-eyed, confused at her implications. your relationship with ellie wasn’t perfect. you didn’t hate her, but you couldn’t stand her.

you didn’t like the way she’d eye you in a room full of people, her sparkling green eyes intimidating you. you didn’t like the way she’d make dumb dad jokes that still somehow made you laugh, when no one else did. you didn’t like the way she could be so damn charismatic, but it was never shown toward you. all her sweet traits, were never shown toward you. so, you did the same.

which is why dina’s words leave you frozen, your hand stopping the rhythmic motion it had on her back. she catches on quickly, realizing she should’ve kept her mouth shut. way too late. “y/n–” there’s a short knock on the door, ellie entering before dina can explain herself.

“here,” ellie gives a sympathetic smile, handing the brunette the bottle of water, then glancing at you. it doesn’t take her long to realize she had interrupted something. she doesn’t pry. “think it’s time to leave, yeah?”

dina nods, a tight-lipped smile as she looks between you two, “probably.”

you remain silent, helping the girl up, and letting her hold onto you as you walk out. ellie occasionally looks back as you make your way out of the house, but not checking on dina. she looked at you, and you refused to bring your eyes to hers. she takes it as you being an asshole. nothing new. truth is, you hadn’t let what dina revealed, go.

even when you got to the auburn-haired girl's truck, sitting in the back with dina, feeling her gaze on you through the rearview mirror. not once has your mind shifted to anything else. it’s like a puzzle you’re trying to solve in your head– except it’s not hard –it just makes no sense. ellie thinking about you in a positive light, admiring you, and expressing it to dina, makes no sense.

the car ride home had felt extremely long. you had tuned out dina’s attempt at small talk, and ellie’s short responses. both of them trying to ignore the odd tension that lingered since you left that damn bathroom, and you simply couldn’t. you almost want to ignore it, act like dina didn’t say a damn thing. but that’s impossible.

ellie flicks on the lights to your dark apartment, dina groaning at the sudden bright contrast. “sorry,” ellie mumbles, playing with her fingers as the brunette leans on you as you walk her to her room. you sense ellie slowly trailing behind, the girl watching as you practically tuck dina in bed.

“thanks,” dina sheepishly smiles, heavy lids glancing between you and ellie, “i’ll make tonight up to you, promise.”

“don’t worry ‘bout it,” you shrug, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. you look to ellie, before leaving the room, letting her say bye and going to your own bedroom. but you can’t move the second you step inside, leaning against the closed door and cursing to yourself.

it feels wrong, to let the night end like this. to let…that…go unresolved. you listen to the creak of the wooden floor, noting ellie was leaving, and you couldn’t let her.

you open your door, your hurried footsteps catch her attention. she pauses at the front door, eyeing you curiously. “what?”

“dina…told me.” your voice is quiet, speaking as though you’re unsure what you’re saying. you plant your feet on the floor once you’re a few feet away, trying to prepare yourself for wherever this conversation may lead. it might be great. might be awful. probably going to be fucking terrible. ellie crosses her arms, “dina told you…?”

“i guess she didn’t— god —she implied, that you…like…me?”

you want to bash your head into the nearest wall at how stupid you sound. you feel even more humiliated at the way she’s looking at you; like you just told her the worlds unfunniest joke. she speaks harshly, “dina’s drunk.”

“i know–“ “and i’m not fucking…into you.”

ouch. it’s not just the comment itself, but the way ellie says it like it’s the most bizarre concept on planet earth. as though she cannot imagine liking you in any sense of the word, platonic or romantic, simply at all.

you knew you should’ve expected a negative reaction, the accusation was bold, knowing her. knowing she’s never once expressed any interest in you at all.

she gave you judgmental glares, not gazes of admiration. she laughed at you, not with you. suddenly, you feel like a fool for even entertaining the idea that dina’s comment had any sort of truth to it. now, you’re bitter.

“good,” you mutter, “rather stay single for the rest of my damn life than date someone like you.”

your statement catches her off guard, embarrassingly offended by it; by you saying it to her. she scoffs. “well, that’s not really hard for you, is it?” she tilts her head, “been single since what? eighth grade?”

you don’t respond this time, her comment stirring an insecurity in you that you haven’t acknowledged. and she’s not done. “spent the night clinging to that blonde who was clearly uninterested…i don’t blame her–” she humorlessly chuckles, “you’re fucking pathetic, y/n.”

now it’s your turn to feel embarrassed, unaware ellie had even watched you at the party; had you seen close as fuck with some girl you barely knew. even if ellie didn’t know you were the one that denied the girl’s advances.

“shut up, williams,” you speak so quietly, the weak attempt at a warning going over her head. she doesn’t care, dina’s revelation caused her walls to go up, even more than they already were. now you had to face the wrath.

“you’d be lucky if i liked you. only fucking person who would,” ellie says, an anger flashing in her eyes as yours dimmed with desolation. her unkind words had cut deep, like a knife twisting in a preexisting wound.

shockingly, the girl realizes she had genuinely hurt you. that she wasn’t just being annoying, as she often was, but she was mean. flat out mean, venom on her tongue.

as though she was still talking to the person at the party, the one that spent their whole time with a stranger, laughing at their jokes, blinking their eyelashes sweetly. but that’s not the case, you’re actually giving her the attention she so desperately, and secretly, wanted. and she had ruined it. her furrowed brows relax in the slightest, “y/n–” “go. get out.”

you had spoken so quietly, she remained still, trying to figure out how to fix this in the next few seconds. not possible. “fucking go, ellie.”

this time, she listens, a faint nod, and turns around, exiting through the door behind her. you stand there for a moment, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. how ellie had taken your heart and stomped it, despite it never belonging to her in the first place.

it’s almost painful, the way she had fucking made it hard for you to sleep, embarrassment piled up in the deep pit of your stomach.

which continues on the next day. ellie had plagued your mind. your heart drops when you think about it, and the way she looked at you, the way she spoke to you. you should get over it, yet it only makes you even more mad at her. you want to avoid her forever.

that wasn’t realistic.

she seemed to be over every fucking day of the week, forcing you to stay in your bedroom while she laughed with dina in the living room as they watched some shitty eighties movie together. you used to join them, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from her, but not even that was enough for you to comfortably be in the same room with her right now.

you did a good job of avoiding her, until one night you’re leaving the bathroom, the girl right outside of it. her green irises bore into you, not moving, trapping you in the doorway. she takes the opportunity, “can we talk?”

no, you want to say, but her doe eyes convince you otherwise. “you’re talking, aren’t you?” she doesn’t mind the attitude in your tone, she had deserved it. she mumbles, scratching the back of her neck, “yea, yea i am.”

“what i said to you…wasn’t cool,” she shamefully admits. the memories of the night hit her at once, the sadness she had caused. she shakes her head, “and i didn’t mean it…and i’m sorry– like really, really, sorry.”

god, she cringes at herself. she doesn’t apologize often, not really ever needing a reason to. and now it felt like her life depended on it, as if she would literally drop dead if you didn’t forgive her. luckily, that wasn’t the case.

“it’s fine, ellie,” you tell her, sensing that she’s being genuine. though, it doesn’t have you bursting with joy and ready to engulf her into a hug, the stubborn part of you not even wanting to show her you accept it.

“thank you,” she breathes out, fiddling with her fingers, knowing she only was only halfway done. now it was the hard part.

“i don’t know what dina told you that night, but i do…” she trails off, unable to finish the sentence. she goes completely quiet, head tilting downward, not having the courage to look at you. “you what, ellie?”

her heart is beating rapidly, and for some reason, yours is beating in sync. you’re anxious, seconds passing in silence before she finally brings her light eyes to meet yours.

they say a lot without saying anything at all. the light brunch of her brows and her lips parted slightly, glancing at the soft skin of your lips. and you do the same to her– the girl suddenly leans forward and presses her lips against yours. what the fuck.

it almost surprises you at how gentle she was, and how she cradled the sides of your face so softly like you’re made of glass– like she’d hurt you otherwise; she’s done that enough. and she has a lot to make up for.

you’re disappointed when she draws away, but don’t have time to complain or pull her back, the call of her name from dina breaking the bubble you two were in. “i– should uh,” she backs away, you nod, “yeah, yeah you should.” she clears her throat, giving you one last look, before walking back to dina.

neither of you saw the shy smiles that crept on each other's faces.

the next week, you’re waiting for dina to come home from jesse’s, deciding you were going to tell her what happened with ellie. from the night of the party, considering she was still out of the loop, and you had a lot to confess.

and like ellie could tell you’re thinking about her, she shows up at your door, a rhythmic knock that almost startles you from your spot on the couch. you open the door, and out of habit, you assume she’s not there for you. “dina’s not home,” you nervously tell her, the girl slightly confused. “wanted to see you.”

“oh.” the heat rushes to your cheeks, stepping aside and letting her in. not without admiring how pretty she looked without even trying, a damn grey hoodie and dark-washed jeans that made her look so tantalizing, you could just eat her up.

neither of you speaks for a moment, unsure what exactly to say, despite the several thoughts that were floating in both of your minds. you awkwardly break the silence, “did you uh…wanna drink?”

“oh– yeah, sure,” she gives a tight-lipped smile, tucking her hands in the pocket of her hoodie, slowly trailing you to the kitchen. it was a lie, and truthfully, she wanted to skip the incoming small talk. “actually y/n, i– uh,” she sighed, “i’ve been thinking about that night.”

you halt your movements, turning around and looking at her. “you have?” “you haven’t?” she asks back, to which you quickly shake your head. “no– no, i mean yeah, i have,” you stutter, ellie laughing quietly, but not maliciously. she found it cute, she found you cute. “it’s all i think about, ellie,” you find the courage to admit, leaning against the hard counter.

“yeah?” “mhm.”

she approaches you, till she’s standing directly in front of you. once again, your heart is racing incredibly fast, being so fucking close to her. ellie was always intimidating, but now it was worse. now you feel incredibly vulnerable with her, something you’re weary of, but also don’t completely mind.

the long-lived tension between you has boiled over, with the best possible outcome; ellie kissing you again, hands traveling to your jaw, again. you relish in the way she feels against you, like something you’ve been waiting for, which it sort of was. not something you would admit to her, though.

the kiss deepens, but you notice she’s still being just as delicate as the first time. holding you so firmly, yet so gently. not daring to explore your body with her hands, to touch you in the places you craved. she’s holding back and you know it. “ellie,” you sigh, placing your hand on her chest, “you don’t have to be so…gentle.”

“y-you sure?” she asks softly, blushing at the way you look at her with such awe and desire. she’s not sure if she deserves this, deserves you. but she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. she had studied your figure the whole night of the damned party, now she had it under her fingertips, and most importantly, you want it. you want her. you whisper, “not gonna break, ellie.”

there’s a smile on her face before she reconnects your lips, moving feverishly, to the point you had to catch up with her. one of her hands had dropped from your face, meeting your hip, and going under your shirt. the goosebumps creep under your skin when her palm gropes your breast, not regretting skipping a bra today. “fuck,” she breathes against your lips, “take it off.”

you don’t hesitate, freeing yourself from the fabric that clung tightly to you, feeling both shy and relieved when the air hits your bare torso. you swallow hard. ellie’s cheeks are red and her pupils are blown, shamelessly admiring the sight in front of her. ellie knew you were attractive– but fuck.

suddenly her mouth is attached to your neck, your head tilted upward slightly as she sucks harshly, while both of her hands are on your breasts. she was grabbing them roughly, and surprises you when she gives your nipples a harsh tug. the noises you make are the sweetest reward. she chuckles, “really are desperate.”

“shut up.” “shut up?”

“mhm,” you mumble, lustful eyes matching her own, “shut up and fuck me.”

that’s all she needs.

you gasp when she manhandles you, forcing you to turn around. her palm presses against your back, causing you to bend over, the cool granite of the counter against your skin sending shivers down your body. at first, you feel her wet lips on your shoulder, down to your back, and down your spine. somehow, it felt like she was kissing you everywhere at once.

her hands travel down the sides of your waist, creeping carefully on the edges of your pajama shorts. it’s excruciating, waiting for her to fucking do something, it seemed as though she was taking her time. fingertips just dancing around the fabric, a smug smile on her face as your legs ever so barely twitched. “didn’t tell you why i was mad that night.”

“what?” you ask, confused as to why she was bringing that up, at this moment. but she doesn’t pause what she’s doing, hooking her fingers around both your underwear and pajama shorts, tugging them down at the same time.

you shudder at the feeling, completely exposed for her. she gets the biggest ego boost in the world seeing your dripping cunt on display, knowing it was all for her. she sighs, “i watched you all night. watched you touch her…watched her touch you.”

“ellie–” you whisper, the girl nudging your legs to open wider, barely toying with your pussy. she’s teasing you, gently brushing over your clit, which was aching for attention.

she doesn’t have self-control though, pressing on the sensitive spot, and rubbing sweet circles. her pace was quick, the friction was perfect. enough for you, but not enough for her. she rasps, “fucking pissed me off.”

with that, she pushes two of her fingers inside of you, sinking them to the knuckle. holy fuck. the moan that escapes your lips goes straight to her own pussy, but she tries to pay no attention to it. right now, you’re all that matters.

your eyes flutter shut, the girl slowly working her fingers in and out of you, letting you get used to the electrifying feeling. the way she grazes your g spot, and when she leans over to bite your shoulder, her digits press hard against it. you squirm, and she decides she wants more from you.

she moves faster, pumping them briskly, all while you grow more wet around her. the lewd noises filling the silence of the apartment, but your mind is too hazy to be embarrassed. ellie is the only thing you could think about right now; how fucking good she made you feel.

you whimper, unsure how she managed to fuck you harder and deeper with her slender fingers. it causes you to stutter her name, pressing your ass against her, her lips parting slightly at how needy you’ve become.

you can’t form a coherent thought– you can’t speak a coherent sentence. she dares to push a third finger in, seeing if you can take it, despite how tight you already are. and you do, but not without a whine leaving your pretty mouth, drool on the counter at this point. “only i can touch you like this, right?”

you don’t answer her question, honestly, her voice is a blur in your ear. so, she smacks your ass, and asks again, somewhat sternly. “yes– yes!” you cry, one last push of her fingers inside of you causing you to pulsate around her. you moan her name, or an attempt at her name.

she doesn’t halt her movements, fucking you frantically through your orgasm. you bring one of your hands to your mouth, biting down on it to muffle yourself. ellie notices. she doesn’t like it.

she uses her free hand to grab your arm, holding it against your back, letting the spew of loud pathetic moans leave your lips.

your body has a mere second to relax when she pulls her fingers out of you, until she presses them flat against your throbbing cunt. her hand moves back and forth, quickly, and messily, your cum dripping onto the tile floor.

her hot breath is on your skin as she’s bent over you, towering, your eyes squeezed closed in a beautiful mix of ecstasy and overstimulation. you feel lightheaded, she was relentless. ellie only stops when she hears the jangling of keys in the front door, and you almost kick her away. fuck.

you grab your shirt, tugging it over your body, too focused on fixing yourself to see ellie casually sucking your release off her fingers. you wiggle into your shorts, looking up at the girl, who was admiring you.

“just gonna stand there?” “want me to clean you up?”

“no,” you sigh, hearing the door open, “just…keep her busy.” you push her away gently, but she doesn’t leave. she leans in, kissing you again, short, but sweet. as though it was a goodbye kiss, but she doesn’t plan on leaving your apartment that night. and she didn’t.

[heavenbloom-deactivated20231216]

✮ — around the fur | abby anderson

pairing: mean!college!abby x afab!reader

summary: this is simply just hate sex with abby

warnings: mdni 18+ content, rough sex, asphyxiation (r!receiving), hair pulling, use of strap on, oral (r!receiving), mean! toxic!abby, praise and degradation, reader is a bitch at the beginning, reader is referred to as “girl” but no pronouns used, pet names, words like “slut” and “whore” used, profanities, arguing, not proofread

a/n: this is heavily inspired by @abbysvictim’s toxic!abby, specifically this drabble, i adore their works!! also i did write 99% of this today so sorry for any mistakes🫣

It made your blood seethe, the sight of her. Abby Anderson, the very definition of ideal with her perfect grades, her dedication to clubs and social events, and her heart-achingly good looks. Honey blonde and freckled with muscles that rippled beneath her clothes. How could you not have slept with her?

What you didn’t know was the aftermath of it all, a one night stand then not another word despite being in the same social circles and being somewhat friends, too tangled up in reputation and extracurriculars to give a fuck about you. It stung to say the least, the feeling of being used difficult to escape. Your disdain for her was a living thing, clawing at your gut each time you laid eyes upon her.

That same feeling engulfed you as you glared at her from across the room. She sat surrounded by friends and strangers alike, and you didn’t miss the multitude of girls circling her like vultures either, that same doe-eyed, awestruck stare you probably had that night plastered on their features.

You took a deep gulp of your drink, attempting to drown out your annoyance with alcohol. You hadn’t expected her to be here, otherwise you wouldn’t have come. Fuck this party, you thought, and fuck her. You took another deep drink, finishing it off. 

As you got up to get another beverage, you risked another glance over to where she had been. The seat was empty, but to your surprise you didn’t feel relieved. No, what you felt was the opposite; a bright, searing anger curdling your blood like overripe fruit. Your eyes furiously scanned the room quickly for her. Your eyes land on her broad form in the sea of dancing bodies, edging her way towards the exit.

The alcohol was liquid courage in your veins, and before you could think rationally you were weaving your way through the dance floor, hot on her trail. She was oblivious to your presence as you both rounded a corner, didn’t notice as you inched closer to her.

“Abby.” Your voice was monotonous.

She turned around, eyebrows raised. “Oh—”

“We need to talk, privately,” you announced, your hands planted on your hips.

“Privately? Why?”

Without replying you began dragging her along. She didn’t protest or pull away from you as you opened the bathroom door and slammed it behind you both.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Her expression was one of confusion, bare arms crossed tightly over her chest. You scoffed at her question, taking a step closer.

“Why am I worked up? Why don’t you use that intelligent little brain of yours? Or did all those damn extracurriculars fry it?” 

She closed her blue eyes slowly and let a humourless laugh out through her nose, a small smirk gracing her face. Her ease only made you more tense, a violin’s strings threaded too tightly.

Her body was composed as she opened her eyes again, blue irises steady as they met your ferocious ones. “Can you speak to me like an adult? Tell me what I’ve done to make you so upset or I’m walking out.”

Your back straightened at her words, your cheeks burning. She had a gentle sternness about her that was capable of slicing through even the thickest confrontations, but you wouldn’t be the one to back down to her, not when your heart was slamming against your ribs so deliciously.

“You’re a fucking bitch,” you hissed, your chest mere inches away from hers. “You fuck me and then act like I don’t exist. Maybe I read into it wrong, but I thought we were friends. A text afterwards would’ve been fucking nice!”

You rattled on for a few more moments about everything she’s done that has gotten under your skin, your mouth moving on its own accord. “Hell, I don’t know, I think I deserve some damn respect.”

With that, you took a deep breath and gazed up at the blonde once more. You don’t know why you expected shock, or remorse, to be there, but it shocked you nonetheless when you were met with trained stoicism. 

You leaned in closer to her, your chest bumping against hers. Her hot breath fanned over your face as angry tears dotted your eyelashes and burned at the back of your throat. “I despise you so much it makes me fucking sick…”

She was the first to make a move, her head dipping down to claim your lips with hers. No shock or disgust rose in you, though. You had heard anger was an overpowering aphrodisiac…

Your lips fell in sync with hers almost immediately, your arms coming to rest on her biceps. It was almost animalistic, teeth bumping and hands roaming hungrily around one another’s bodies. Her hands grabbed at your waist, your breasts, anything they could reach. She let out a sigh, the reverberations of it on your mouth sending desire straight to your core.

“Hate you…” you mumbled into the kiss as you pressed your body further up against hers, pushing her back flush against the door. A thick knee slid between your legs and rubbed against your sweet spot. You sighed into her mouth, eliciting a small chuckle from her as she parted from you.

A string of saliva connected your lips as she leaned her head back, the whites of her teeth bright under the fluorescent light of the bathroom. ”If you hate me so much,” her voice sank to a whisper, her knee jutting upwards ever so slightly, “why are you coming undone over a kiss?”

You dropped your head onto her chest, panting shallowly. The next words that came out of your mouth felt like a betrayal to the flame burning in the centre of your chest. Barely audible, a whisper into her warmth.

“Take me home.”

Her lips ghosted over your ear, even breaths fluttering over the side of your neck. Her knee never stopped its slow movements. “I’m gonna need you to speak up, sweetheart.”

Your eyes dragged upwards to meet her blue ones, glinting in the light like the beginnings of a cruel winter. A smile pulled at her lips, not even concealing the fact that she had heard your plea. She just wanted you to beg for her, to see you denigrate yourself for the sweet possibility of giving into what you wanted.

“Abby, please. Take me home,” you spoke louder. You were tipping into the depths of her, yet again. You wanted to have steelier constraint, but you couldn’t think about that right now, not when even the barest touch from her sent your mind reeling.

“I need you.”

  ✮ ✮ ✮

The way to her apartment was a blur of stolen kisses and barely restrained longing and once you walked in the front door, she wasted no time planting her lips back on yours, guiding your body to her bedroom with ease. 

She broke the kiss as she backed you up to the bed, the back of your knees colliding with the mattress. Calloused fingers engulfed your cheek, rubbed the heated skin beneath her palm gently, a thumb ghosting over your bruised lips. It trailed down to your collarbone and to the centre of your chest before it applied a small amount of pressure, pushing you down softly onto the spread of sheets below.

She took a moment to drink in your sprawled out form, the way your chest rose and fell with anticipatory breaths. She could see little of that fiery temper now, reduced to nothing but tangible desire. She chuckled at the sight, all bark and no bite. Her fingers hooked themselves underneath your bottoms and slid them slowly down your legs.

The whisper of a touch graced your clothed cunt, making you shiver. She hummed lowly in delight at the dampness there, already so soaked over nothing but heated kisses.

“Oh yeah, I can definitely see how much you despise me,” she mocked as she glided her hand over your pussy again. “Fuck… you’re soaked through. I really riled you up, didn’t I, angel?”

“Shut the fuck up and just touch me already,” you spat. You obscured your features with your forearm, eyes watering despite what little resolve you had.

She laughed again, her fingers clamping around your wrist and pulling your arm away from your face. Her expression came into view, one of mean amusement.

“Okay, I’ll touch you,” she spoke just above a whisper, cupping your clothed pussy, “but only if you keep those pretty eyes on me. Look away and I’ll stop. Am I clear?”

Your bleary eyes held her gaze and you nodded eagerly.

She kept her eyes trained on you as she lowered her lips to your cunt. She kissed your clothed hole, a thumb pressing circles into your clit. You watched her look up at you through thick lashes, her eyebrows knitted together at the sound of your little mewls.

She wanted you as messy as she could get you before she could completely indulge in you, torturing you with slow pleasure before she fucked you senseless. She licked a stripe upwards, then came back down to probe at your hole with her wet muscle, thumb never ceasing its movements on your puffy bud. Your voice grew desperate and loud, sounds that she would get drunk on if she could. The dampness of your underwear grew with each languid yet determined stroke of her tongue, until she could taste the nectar of your cunt through the cloth, a divinity that made her chest swell. She was insatiable.

Pussy-drunk and wanting, she needed more. More of your body, your voice, your eyes that were clouded with both loathing and desire. She wanted you wholly, all to herself. 

Your eyes never strayed away from her features, watching as her freckled nose nudged at your bundle of nerves, the way her eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself in your sweetness. Your legs quivering around her head and shoulders, moans and whimpers uncontrollable. A deep grumble poured out of her throat, the vibrations enough to make your head spin.

It was all too much, the sight of her between your legs. Your thighs tightened around the sides of her head, your breaths quickening. She chuckled into your pussy, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, then releasing it with a pop. “You’re close, huh? Been such a good girl for me… go ahead, sweetheart.”

With her words, your head lolled back, and even though she said she would stop if you looked away, she continued to eat you out fervently. A loud moan tore out of you, your entire body quivering as you came hard against her mouth, your hips bucking upwards uncontrollably. She pleasured you through your orgasm, relished in the way you responded to each touch of hers.

But you didn’t think she’d be sweet and slow the whole night, did you? She wasn’t your lover, and your confrontation at the party was burned into her mind, your words replaying over and over like a scratched record. She was much better at hiding her temper than you, but, fuck, she was mad.

It was as if a flip had switched inside of her. As soon as you came down from your high, she was ripping the ruined piece of fabric off of your sopping cunt, so harshly that you swore you could hear it tear. She moved with a renewed ferocity, her big hands wrapping around your waist easily, rolling you over so that you were lying on your stomach, exposed ass in the air. 

Fingers trailed up your shoulder, the nape of your neck and to your hair, where her fingers gently stroked until she was yanking your head back, a groan escaping your parted lips. 

“Did you really think I would forget about your little outburst?” Her voice was dripping with mockery. “You think I’d make love to you after that? Think again, pretty girl.”

Your head fell forward when she let go, her presence leaving the bed altogether. A new wave of want coursed through your veins at the swift shift of her attitude even though you had just been sated. You’d never seen her so irate, but you also knew she wasn’t one to take shit from anybody. Not even you, it seemed.

You heard sounds behind you, rummaging and a sigh, and then felt the warmth of her palm resting against your ass. She spread your ass cheeks with her hands so she could see the state of you, honeyed folds glistening in what little light there was.

“I can’t get over how fucking wet you are.” You couldn’t see her but you could vividly imagine the smirk plastered on her face, and could visualise her cruel, calm eyes staring down at you. “You want my cock so badly, don’t you, honey? You wanna be filled by me?”

You felt the tip of her strap nudge your entrance and you whined into the blanket, pushing your ass higher up in the air. 

“Too much of a whore that you can’t even use your words now? That’s funny, considering how much you had to say earlier…” You shivered as she dragged the length gently against your silky folds. “C’mon, tell me how much you want it, and ask nicely.”

“Please, Abby,” you pleaded in a thin, wavering voice. “I want your cock. Please!”

There was a beat in time and you thought she would make you beg some more, but in the next second, she was sliding the dildo into your sensitive cunt with no difficulty, slowly, inch-by-inch filling you to the brim. 

She gave you a moment to adjust to the stretch of your walls before she pulled out almost completely and pushed back in until she was buried to the hilt, setting a fast and deep rhythm. Each powerful stroke sent your body jolting forward, your leaking voice punctuated with each thrust.

She watched in delight at your cunt swallowing her cock whole, her breaths growing more uneven each time the harness bumped against her aching own aching bud. One of her hands had a bruising grip on your hip while the other groped the soft flesh of your ass.

“I don’t think you wanted my respect,” she spoke over the slapping of skin-against-skin. “I think you wanted this, to be fucked like a filthy slut.”

Your hands desperately grasped at the sheets below you for stability. Each sound she pulled out of you spurred her to go faster, her hips snapping back and forth at an unrelenting pace. Each thrust made the coil inside your stomach tighten while your grip on anything but her slipped from you like sand through fingers.

The hand on your ass began to move up again, but instead of gripping your hair it came to rest at the centre of your neck. She pulled you upright so that you balanced on your knees only, still pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace, and began to apply pressure to your airway.

“Look at you, taking it so well.” 

The lack of sufficient air made the pleasure of her fucking all the more intense. Drool escaped the corners of your swollen lips, your gasps choked. She pinned your back to her chest and kept thrusting, her grunts blessing your ears.

Her other hand released its vice grip on your hip and dipped forward, between your legs, to massage your stiff and inflamed clit mercilessly. You pussy was clenching around her now, sucking her cock in greedily. 

“F-fuck…” she hissed under her heavy breath, her hand tightening slightly more around your throat. Her cheek was flush against your head, lips directly at the shell of your ear.

“You wanna cum again, so soon?” You could feel her smile against your burning skin. “Fine. Come on, then. Give me a show, dirty girl.”

The second orgasm had the intensity of stars bursting and beginning to fizzle out. You twitched and writhed against her grasp, eyes rolled back into the confines of their sockets and mouth hung ajar, warmth overcoming you in a tidal wave. Your body felt like it was ascending to heaven, or perhaps falling to the depths of hell, whatever was sweeter. 

A faint groan erupted from behind you, indicating that Abby had come as well, but you couldn’t hold onto the thought of it when all you saw in your vision was pleasure, white and searing hot.

As your body began to still in her grasp, she let your trembling frame gently collapse onto the mattress, letting her own body crash beside you in a heaving mess. 

She watched you, your fucked out features, a sheen of sweat making your skin glow, ethereality in her vision. You opened your tired eyes to stare back. Her pupils were dilated, her sunkissed skin flushed in a rosy shade of red. Her braid was now frizzy, strands of golden hair hanging loose and sticking to her forehead.

You rested a hand on her rapidly beating chest, a thumb drawing gentle circles there. That unbridled and biting contempt you felt before had been well and thoroughly fucked out of you, and all you felt was an ache for the blonde girl lying beside you.

You didn’t know what would happen between the two of you in the afterglow, but you had to wonder…

If hatred could reap such decadent rewards, what sanctity lies in loving her?

✮ tags @zahraaziza @destielcore @millersaurora @little-star-bun @carmellie @loohser @dropsofs4turn @imahallucination11 @cherriesxinthespring @kissesskittens @paleidiot @hayatistirahati

[dykeomania]

character ai is like on some detroit become human shit what the fuck is this

[mydiaurie-deactivated20240314]

i don’t need therapy i need to have rough lesbian sex with abby anderson.

[mothercain-deactivated20231124]

hit a lot of bullseyes 2day

[livelaughloveelliewilliams]

me if daydreaming about abby and ellie throwing me around like a rag doll was a crime <3

[misserabella]

omg!!!! can we pleaseeee get a part 2 of come over w abby it was literally the best thing i have EVER read ilysm for making that, i didn’t know i needed it until nowhdjjsh <33333

come now

pt1 (come over)

synopsis; abby ran away. but she couldn’t keep herself away from you for too long.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, party, drinking, smoking, drug usage (weed), mentions of other girls, jealousy, hickeys, teasing, arguing, public! touching, kissing, making out, hate and needy sex, tit and nipple play, dom! abby x sub! reader, fingering (r! receiving), cursing, hair pulling, chocking, strap on usage (r receiving), recording with phone, cum eating, mommy kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, praising, praise kink, possessiveness, squirting…

you can feel her eyes on you. you were sweaty, dancing in between that pile of college students that needed a getaway for the weekend. you had so much alcohol on your veins, mind fuzzy and skin warm. she looked good. with a pair of green cargo pants and a tight fucking black shirt. her shiny blonde hair was down on her back, and in between her fingers stood a blunt, a glass filled with alcohol on the other hand. she was resting against a wall, two of her friends talking.

she was supposed to be paying attention, but she couldn’t catch a word when you looked like that. the party was filled with pretty girls of all years, but jesus christ, none of them took her breath away like you did.

after that night, in which she had finally been able to make you moan her name, to have you on her sheets, she had ran away, leaving before you would wake up to god knows where. now it had been a week, a week in which you’d seen abby with all types of girls.

you couldn’t help but scoff at it. of course. you were furious. confused. but at the same time you couldn’t help but want to kick yourself. it had been that easy. as easy as a little call and she’d had you dicked down. had she lied? had she just used you? you were pretty much the last girl she had not yet fucked from the whole school. maybe she just wanted to complete the list. well, now it seems like you were just one more of them.

your whole body had burned. snapping at ellie when she’d dared as ask what had happened. you couldn’t tell her that you had fucked abby anderson, even less that you had liked it.

you were burning up.

your pride eating at you to not stare. to forget about that night. and you had tried. tried multiple nights to forget about her, but al you could do would be roll on your sheets with the reminder of her touch. of her tongue.

you could cum with her name on your tongue. it was awfully easy. and you hated her to her guts for it.

abby did too. she had caved fucking in. she had gone and fucked you. she had promised herself she wouldn’t. ever. you were trouble. you made her feel things she didn’t like to feel. you made her smile when no one else was watching with your little stupidities —she was always staring at you, you just wouldn’t see it—, and made her want to punch herself at the many times you left her awake not being able to take you out of her head.

she could still remember the jealousy of the first years of high school. when cute boys and girls would approach you. she so knew you should be hers. but she was supposed to hate you. she had to. she couldn’t like you. not you. you couldn’t give her butterflies and make her go weak in the knees with just a smile. she wouldn’t have it. wouldn’t accept it.

but you had cracked her. you seem good at it.

the thought of ellie williams in between your legs, her fucking place, had made it impossible to not beg you to come to her. to tell you what she felt. she needed you. and each day, each second was torture. she was meant to break. you had broke her.

with your sweet fucking voice begging for her, your soft moans and your taste. she had tasted heaven. a very dangerous drug. and she couldn’t get addicted.

of course. she had girls asking for one night everywhere, but not even the prettiest one of them all could make her forget about you.

at how beautiful you’d sounded. how good you had taken her cock and made her cum.

she couldn’t ignore you. couldn’t fucking make herself turn to who she was before it all.

your dress was rilling up, soft plush of your thighs showing for her hungry eyes. there was alcohol shining on your lips. and she wanted to lick it off. she was high out of her mind.

but she knew. she knew she couldn’t go another day without it all.

you looked so hot on your tiny dress and high heels, sweat shining on the skin that she had branded before. she wandered if you worn anything underneath. if you’d gone out to try and drip for someone else.

she couldn’t help it. she wasn’t really paying attention to the girl that had been staring and talking to her through the whole night. her eyes were on you, and that fucking girl.

you didn’t knew where your friends were, you didn’t actually care with the buzz in your head and the soft kisses that some girl was leaving on your neck. her hair was soft, short, brown. and her eyes were dark. she was beautiful. and you were desperate. it was easy to fall on her arms with the need to forget abby.

but suddenly. there was that pine scent, and those warm hands gripping your hips. you felt on your back the hum of a harsh “go.” and next thing you knew was that ava was disappearing.

your blood was boiling as you turned around to face anderson. abigail fucking anderson. with her hooded eyes, sharp jaw and big arms. the alcohol was quickly evaporating from your blood. you pushed away. “what the fuck anderson?”

“anderson?” she inquired. “what happened to ‘abby’?” she smirked and you rolled your eyes. “i liked that better.” she leaned in, and you gasped when she got a grip on your hips, pulling you against her. “even more when you were moaning it.” your body shivered at her words, warm on your ear. “who’s the girl, hm?” she inquired, and you scoffed.

“could ask you the same, don’t you think?” she gritted her teeth, and you looked into her eyes. she was staring at the hickeys decorating your neck.

“what? you jealous sweetheart?” she inquired you, and your stomach jumped at the nickname. you could remember her telling you to cum, fucking you harsh and deep. ‘why don’t you come all over my dick, hm? let me see you fall apart.’

your cunt throbbed, and you felt your slick pooling in between your lips. fuck. no. not again.

“i’m not the one coming back to you.” you muttered on her face. and you saw a vein pop on her neck. suddenly, there was a a harsh grip cupping your jaw. she was close. so close you could almost taste the weed off of her lips.

“careful.” she warned, voice low. so low your knees almost wobbled, your throat almost got ripped with a whine.

“or what? you’re gonna beg?” you pushed her. again. just a little further. just a little more. and that’s all she needed to finally do something about it.

the hand on your jaw circled your neck, tugging you against her lips. she groaned on your mouth, and you whimpered, her tongue pushing inside as her fingers left bruises on your hip. the kiss was angry. all teeth and tongue. she felt the same. she still made your hands shake as you pulled on her hair, still made your chest tighten up and your stomach drop.

“fucking brat.” she growled, kissing down your neck, biting over the hickeys glowing on your skin. she needed to put hers over them.

“fucking dick.” you answered.

“yeah, i’m sure you miss mine, huh?” she chuckled on your ear. “fucking you open. you looked so pretty crying on it. so sweet begging…” you moaned, your hips thrusting against hers, feeling the bulge of her strap under the denim.

“shut the fuck up.” you seethed.

“why don’t you make me, pretty girl?”

you did as soon as your mouth was crashing against hers. she grunted, biting down on your lip.

“oh fuck abby.”

“was killing me seeing you with that girl. couldn’t stop thinking about her fucking you like i did, getting the chance to see how good you look when you cum, make you cry…was driving me crazy.” she confessed, making you whimper. “just wanted to come here and fuck you with my fingers. show her and everyone here who you belong to.” you moaned, her teeth nibbling at your neck, her free hand now on stomach, trailing down your stomach. “you’d like that baby?” you nodded. “i beg you would.” you whinedwhen her hand cupped your throbbing and dripping cunt. the distance in between you so little no one could see as she pushed your panties aside, thick fingers spreading your lips and glistening in your arousal. “fuuck. you’re soaked, doll.” she smirked, at the gasp you let out, at the way your thighs clenched. “is it for me?” she inquired and you nodded. “words.”

“yes, abby, fuck…”you sighed, your hips thrusting against her touch.

“upstairs.” she ordered, tugging from your hand and making you whimper when her fingers left you. she was quick to find an empty room on the second floor, pulling you inside and closing the door. it felt like the next breath you took came from her lips. she tasted like weed and alcohol. so sweet and bitter.

“take this off.” you begged, pulling from her black shirt, and she was quick to push it over her head, toned stomach and chest exposed for you to see, her tits perfectly cupped by her sports bra.

“you’re drooling.” she smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“shut up and fuck me.”

“fuck i missed you.” she muttered against your lips, and you whined. “you and that fucking mouth of yours…” her tongue pushed against yours, spit dribbling down your chin as you let her pull from your dress, leaving you in a cute set of lingerie that had her almost falling to her knees.

you were pulling and pushing at each other, ending up on the double bed, your legs at either sides of her thighs, straddling her lap.

her hands where on your hips, her lips on your breasts. you were grinding down against her, looking for some kind of friction, relief.

“wasn’t the other girls enough?” you teased her, although you needed her so bad you were hurting. in answer she pushed down your bra, taking one of your nipples into her mouth as she left a harsh spank on your ass.

“watch your mouth.”

“watch yours. last time it ended on my pussy.”

she scoffed, and now she was pushing your panties aside, fingers meeting the amount of slick that now soaked your cunt. you hissed. “you mean this pussy? the one dripping for me?” all breath got punched out of your lungs when she harshly and suddenly plunged inside two of her fingers, starting to quickly thrust and curl into you, hitting your g spot over and over again. you moaned. “what?” she teasingly asked, looking at the way your mouth hung open and your eyes squeezed shut. “what was that?” she smirked, seeing how easy you became a babbling mess for her. the wet squelches of your pussy filled her ears. you were so tight and so warm inside. “that’s what i thought.” she whispered against your chest, biting and sucking one of your nipples.

“oh fuck abby.” you cried out. you were already so fucking close it was embarrassing, hips thrusting against her fingers so they could reach deeper.

“this is my pussy, not yours. you hear? mine.” she growled, and you moaned. “say it. tell me it’s mine.”

“it’s yours, abby. yours. fuck!”

she cooed. “look at you. what is it, princess? so obedient… got the brat fucked out of you?” you whimpered, feeling your walls fluttering, your g spot being tortured by her thick fingers. “you’re so close already… so close to cumming all over my fingers, aren’t you baby?” you nodded. “come on, be a good girl and give it to me.” you let out this low moan as you followed her words, soaking her fingers in white strings that made her groan. “that’s it. atta girl…” so warm… she fucked you through it, making you make this little choked out sounds that had her soaking her boxers.

you were a mess, all flushed and droopy fucked eyes with glossy bitten lips, watching as she pulled her fingers out and pushed them inside her mouth, humming at the taste. you pulled from her, kissing her, her tongue letting you get a taste of yourself. she turned the two of you around, and one of your hands palmed her strap, making its back bump against her clit and her groan. you kissed her neck, biting and sucking on her skin. “oh fuck.” she sighed, bucking her hips onto your touch.

“abby, fuck me please…” you tugged from her pants, and she nodded —you didn’t need to ask her twice, she was almost panting at the thought of fucking your pussy on her cock—, kissing you as she quickly got rid of her pants and underwear, the strap already on and low on her hips. it was big, and had a lot of ridges. you almost drooled.

she didn’t wait to align herself with your entrance, lubing the tip of the strap with your cum to push inside. your back arched, the sting of her cock stretching you out inch by inch making you let out this beautiful whimper that had abby feeling dizzy. “fuck. pussy taking my cock so good. i’m gonna shape you to my dick. gonna ruin you for anyone else. you’re mine.” she pulled back, your tight walls sucking her in before she would thrust inside up to the hilt, bruising your cervix.

you screamed her name. she was relentless, groaning as the back of the strap would brush against her throbbing clit, her slick making it easy to glide through her puffy folds. you two looked like animals in heat, your hips fucking against her in need for “more, more, more…”

abby groaned, you were basically fucking yourself on her cock. using her to get off. and fuck if that didn’t turn her on.

she took her phone from her pants, the flash of the camera recording making you hum.

“look at you. riding my dick. desperate little thing…” you moaned. she was pointing the camera exactly to where your cunt stretched around the strap, to the mess you were making of her cock and your thighs due to how fucking wet you were. “i should send this to the whole fucking school. make them know who you belong to, hm?” you moaned, the thought of it turning you on so badly you almost came, nodding.

“yes, abby, fuck…”

she groaned. “tell them. tell them who you belong to.” your back arched at the feeling of a light slap against your clit, making you cry out.

“you! you!”

“that’s fucking right. you’re mine.” her thrust became harsher, the sounds of your cunt engulfing her cock making your thighs shake. it was embarrassing, how much you were enjoying this. how badly you needed her. “fucking mine.” your tits were jumping with every thrust of the snap of her hips, your voice breaking at the feeling of the tip bumping against your g spot over and over and over again…

you were a babbling mess, slurring her name. “abby, abby, abby, abby…”

“what is it, baby? gonna cum? gonna be a good girl and cum for mommy?” she smirked, biting down on her lip at the broken whine you let out. “you like that? like to be mommy’s good girl?” you nodded, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when her fingers found your clit. “then cum. cum for mommy.”

you let out a scream, your high hitting you so hard your ears rung. it seemed to never end. it just got bigger and bigger and bigger as you soaked her cock, your moans getting higher as you rode the best orgasm of your fucking life.

“holy fuck.” she threw away her fucking phone. she wasn’t thinking about sending that video. no fucking way. it was for hers to fuck her cunt when she’d get horny. it was hers. you looked so desperate. no one else could see you like this. she wouldn’t let them.

“mommy…!” you whimpered when her thrust only became harder, her hands gripping your hips in a bruising hold that had you begging it would leave marks. she grunted, feeling her high getting closer as well. “too much! it’s too much!” you cried out. you were so sensitive, coming non stop on her dick, your back arched and nipples swollen due to her sucking. you looked so fucking beautiful it hurt.

“take it.” she growled. “stop being a cry baby and fucking take it.” you gasped when one of her hands pushed down on your stomach, on the bulge her cock made. “can you feel it? feel how deep i’m in, baby? how deep i’m fucking you?” you were crying, it was too much. but at the same time not enough. you babbled her name, pushing on her hips. she manhandled you, choking you down onto the mattress. “stay fucking still.” the lack of oxygen and the feeling of her strong warm hand pressing just the right spots made you fall apart.

“abby, i’m gonna…!” you tried to warn her, but before you could, your thighs were quivering and you were screaming as you squirted all over her thighs and strap, soaking the clothes.

“fuuuuck.” she groaned, looking at you fall apart, cumming over and over and over again. your nails dug on her forearms. “gonna cum, baby. gonna fill you up.” she grunted. “gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum. gonna leave you dripping for a fucking week.” she was a babbling mess. she was so close. so fucking close. she could feel it growing on her lower stomach, the back of the strap rubbing against her puffy and swollen clit.

you nodded.

“please. please. cum inside. need it inside.” you pleaded, and that’s what made it for her.

abby soaked the back of her strap with a moan, rocking her hips to help the two of you ride your orgasms in between moans and whimpers.

when it finally was over, after what felt like hours. her hips came to a halt, deep inside your cunt. she was panting on your neck, sweat coating your bodies. you two were speechless. fucked out of your minds.

she kissed you. deep and slow. wet. her tongue was warm and lazy into your mouth.

“i meant it.” she muttered against your lips, looking straight into your droopy teary eyes. “you’re mine.”

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a/n: 🤘🏻

[livelaughloveelliewilliams]

i really need these women to team up on me, throw me around like a rag doll and take my ability to walk <3

[anchoeritic-deactivated20251210]

ellie listens to paramore and that’s canon.

[pubbybutch]

Abby Anderson likes being called SIR. I will not be elaborating yet.

[girlscomehome]

imagine her telling u to ride her biceps or forearms.

MINORS DNI

tw smut, r!masturbation , using abby to get off, dom!abby, implied previous sex w abby, afab!reader, kinda sub!reader ??, mommy kink, gif at bottom 🤭

you’re in complete shock cause she’s never asked you to do this before. she’s asked you to do some freaky shit before, like putting you in wild positions, touching you at dinners with friends, or making you call her mommy.

she just looks you dead in the eyes and demands you, “c’mon. just do it, baby.”

and when you do, she flexes her arm so all the muscles make for a bumpy-er ride.

she just stares back up at you in awe as you grind faster and faster. abby won’t tell you but, she’s impressed. she coos, “you’re doing soo good baby. you’re making mommy so proud.” and all you can manage to get out your mouth is moans.

like… LOOK AT THOSE BUMPS?!?? ajahcbdbx this is just a horny blurb i need gf!abby bad ☹️☹️☹️ also this is my first time actually writing anything smutty and posting it , so plzzzzzz give feedback!! i’m open to getting better and maybe posting more ! 🩶🧚‍♀️

[elsfairy]

I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN I LOVE WOMEN

[darlingmisa]

what emi said.

[sky-is-the-limit]