i'm confused about my gender but definetly feminine leaning + AFAB // sometimes i feel like a boy tho
she/they
my name's linnea but i dont rlly use that online so here's some nicknames ppl have used for me: lins, bug, buggy, bob (for when i feel like a boy) but u can call me whatever u want, i dont really mind!
i love:
mlp (pls ask about my fave mlp character) house, tlou 1 & 2 (abby save me) tlou show, lis, arcane (sevika is mommy) date everything, hamilton, ldr, music, makeup, drag queens, pokemon, art, painting, long movies i dont really understand, nature, photography, fanfic, both reading and writing fanfic, ao3, tumblr, pinterest
abby was with owen because she was attracted to masculinity so she thought obviously she must be attracted to men but NO then she met butch ellie williams and realized she’s just butch4butch, THE END!
Love to all the butches out there who aren't tall or muscular or skinny. Your identity as a butch is not defined by your body. You are handsome. You are not less of a butch for it. Never settle for someone who wants to change you to fit their idea of what a butch should be like. You deserve someone who accepts your body and identity as it is, because who you are is wonderful.
muahahAHAHAHAHAHA Everyday i must cope with the fact that this woman is not real and she will never be able to squish my head with her thighs like a watermelon
licking a needy femme’s pussy after being denied pleasure all day. watching her squirm and whine for more as i fuck her with my tongue, listening to her beg me for the orgasm she so desperately needs.
it's always dom!abby this, softdom!abby that, but i wanna see her whimpering begging for release, crying from overstimulation, squirming and trying to get away from it while simultaneously pulling you as close as possible, saying "please" over and over again not even knowing what she's pleading for, letting out little high pitched "ah"s when she's close..... sighh 🚬😮💨
Summary: Sub!Loser!Abby helps you study and you find a way to return the favour.
This is a high school au, but both characters are 18.
Warnings: PWP, Fingering (A receiving), Sub!Abby, Dom!reader, Female reader, Reader is more popular and feminine than Abby, No use of y/n, R and A call each other ‘baby’ during sex, R calls A a ‘dyke’ once while fingering her, Abby cums fast, Reader enjoys romcoms and hates horror films, Reader sucks at Biology, Reader’s kinda mean before she gets to know Abby.
Word Count: ~3100
Author’s Note: I want Abby to tutor me…
Men and Minors DNI !!
You wanted to skip today—you wanted to skip till graduation, honestly—knowing that a major biology test you’re not at all ready for is waiting on your desk when you arrive.
It’s not that you didn’t want to study last night, you did! But you just couldn’t focus, ‘cause the topic was boring you half to death…
And now you’re fucked.
The sentiment is ringing through your ears halfway through the period, as you stare at the only thing written on the test, your first name.
Your ears perk up slightly at the sound of a chair scraping across the floor beside you, a blonde with a perfect braid, named Abigail Anderson, is already done.
Everyone around you already knows she aced it, she’s topping the honour roll and leading the ‘perfect attendance club’… You can’t help the way your eyes roll back at the thought, fucking loser.
The blonde’s odd extra curriculars are all you really know about her. The few times you’ve heard someone mention Abby Anderson, they were either congratulating her academic achievements or telling you she’s a freak you need to steer clear of. You spent high school listening to the latter like it was gospel.
You waste the rest of the period writing an excuse for your lack of answers on the back of the test, praying you’ll be able to retake it if you just beg enough.
Abby spends the rest of the class watching you over the screen of her laptop, eyes trained on your embarrassing apology.
She’d hate to see you fail your last semester of high school, that’s just pathetic…
When the bell rings, signalling you’ve been released from the hell that is AP Bio, you reluctantly make your way to the teacher’s desk, dropping your test in a pile with the others. You then slip out of the room before he can corner you about the blank test, not ready for the conversation about ‘taking school seriously’ you can sense is looming.
Abby watches the entire interaction, following after you, her hand reaching for your shoulder once you’ve cleared the classroom.
She sees the way you jump at her unfamiliar touch, and the visible confusion on your face when you turn to look at her, but the blonde is not one to back down easily—no matter how much you both may want her to.
“I saw what happened back there. I could help you study for the retake, you know?” Abby’s voice quakes, her face is flushed, and her large hand is still awkwardly clamped on your shoulder.
Talking to pretty girls without being forced is not something she does often… And she’s not killing it at the moment.
“Why would you do that for me?” Your eyes search hers, as if they’ll silently tell you that this is all a weird joke.
You’ve spoken five times in your entire life—all against your will—so why is she suddenly reaching out, now?
“I tutor a bunch of people. It’s for community service hours,” She’s technically not lying, but that’s not the full truth either…
Abby doesn’t really know why she’s so against letting you fail, maybe it’s the little crush she’s been harbouring since sophomore year?
The blonde quickly shakes the thought from her mind and focuses her attention back on the conversation at hand.
“What do you say? It’ll just be a couple afternoons,” She finally releases you from her grip, realizing it’s been far too long, and instead holds her hand out for you to shake.
“Um- Sure? It’s not like I could do any worse, right?” You shake her hand, cringing internally at the old-timey gesture—but you wouldn’t expect anything less from her.
“You’ll do fine if you listen to me,” She smiles at you for the first time since freshman year.
You then realize you might like her smile.
On second glance, you kinda like her whole appearance…
You knew she was on the rugby team, just another little piece in the puzzle that builds up the ‘Perfect, Abigail Anderson’, but you never noticed how much it altered her body from the lanky thing you’d met in freshman year history class.
After school, you pull up in front of Abby’s house, a place you never thought you’d be.
You groan under your breath, resigning yourself to the fact that you’re about to spend your afternoon studying biology with a near stranger—ew—before grabbing your bag from the passenger seat and sliding out of the car.
You take in your surroundings as you stalk towards the door, trying to distract yourself from who’s going to be on the other side of it, before finally knocking.
You can’t help but realize how fidgety you’re getting the longer you wait; why the hell is Abigail Anderson making you so nervous??
No offence, but she’s a loser. An oddly attractive loser, but a loser nonetheless!
Abby breaks you out of your train of thought by opening the door and smiling down at you.
Her stupid smile is back. She’s just so awkward, and you like it.
“Hi,” Her smile widens, it's nervous and endearing and perfect…
And she’s bigger than you, and you can see the veins in her arms through her shirt, and she smells good, and-
“You don’t have to stand out there, it’s freezing,” She once again snaps you from your thoughts, but this time you’re grateful.
Even at the end of winter, with snow still on the ground, you can feel your body heating up the more you think about her…
“Thank you, Abby,” Is all you can muster, as you step into the house after her.
You can’t help the way you cringe at yourself when her back is turned.
This isn’t like you! You could date anyone you want—and you have—but no one has ever affected you in the way she does.
You follow the blonde up to her bedroom, your brain barely taking in your surroundings as you ascend, instead focused on her thighs as they lead you up the stairs.
“This is my room. You can sit anywhere…” The blonde finally speaks again, chewing on her lower lip as she watches you examine her bedroom.
“It’s cute. Very you,” The room is full of earth tones, pictures of who you assume are her friends, and posters of old bands you only hear when your dad’s working in the garage. It’s perfect.
“Uh, thanks,” Abby can feel the way her face gets hot at your compliment, and even hotter as she watches you sink down onto her bed.
You are on her bed. She’s been dreaming about this since she was 15… She could die right now and she would die happy.
“How are you gonna teach me an entire unit in four days, Abby?” You lay back on her bed, eyes still trained on her body, an exaggerated pout on your lips as you think about how hopeless this situation is.
“There’s three main topics in the unit, if we just focus on one a day, you’ll be fine for the retake. Promise,” She awkwardly sinks down beside you on the bed, careful not to let your bodies touch, no matter how much she may want them to.
“If I fail it’s totally on you,” You grin up at her, like you’re good friends. You don’t think about it in the moment, a smile and a bad joke sorta come naturally when you’re with her.
“How’s it my fault if you don’t listen?” She scoffs, but there’s a smile fighting its way onto her face regardless.
The awkward tension is broken between you two, the room now filled with a comfortable silence as you smile at each other, lost in the eyes of another girl.
“It’s your fault because you offered to help! It would be my fault if I failed by myself, but now the shame shall be yours,” You put on a mock-serious expression.
“Oh, shut up, you’ll be fine…” Abby’s grin falls too, but it’s replaced by a subtle smirk, silently telling you, ‘You know I’m right.’
You relent under her gaze and grab your textbook out of your bag, sulking a little at the loss of eye contact.
It took three hours, but you started to grasp the first topic. Something you didn’t expect to happen, no matter how much Abby may have tried to help you.
Now, Abby’s making you try some practice questions at the end of the textbook chapter, without her help. She said something about ‘needing you to see if you really understand’, but don’t know if you fully believe her…
Not that you mind, though, her thigh is pressed against yours and you can feel her breath on your neck due to her incessant hovering. You can’t help but love it.
Once you’ve finished the last question, and she’s gone over your answers, correcting anything you answered wrong—and explaining how to get the right answer, of course—she closes the book.
Finally, putting you out of your misery.
“What now?” Your eyes search hers for guidance, something you wouldn’t do with anyone else. Something you never expected to do with Abigail Anderson…
“You’re, uh… You’re allowed to leave, if you want, there’s nothing else we need to do today,” Her cheeks flush once again, hands getting clammy at the thought of you leaving so soon.
“I don’t mind staying. Your dad’s not home yet; I’d feel bad leaving you here all alone,” A part of you doesn't want to leave, Abby’s good company when there’s not someone in your ear telling you she’s a loser.
“You don’t have to do that, I’m pretty used to being alone.”
“I want to. If that’s okay?”
“Y- Yes…” She can’t hide her blush as it gets deeper in colour, everything suddenly feels too hot, like she just noticed how close you are, “Wanna—um—watch a movie?”
“Sure,” You smile at her blushing cheeks and stuttering words. It’s cute, you can’t help it.
You soon find out the two of you have very different ideas of what constitutes a ‘good’ movie, though, and spend twenty minutes trying to pick something. Abby wanted to show you the original Friday the 13th, and you were fully against the idea of watching a horror movie, instead suggesting a romcom.
The blonde would rather die than watch a guy and a girl get into outlandish situations, swear they hate each other, yet still end up together at the end of the film… It’s stupid and so predictable.
But she relents for you.
“Romcoms are just unrealistic! Like, a man isn’t really going to track you down and stop you from moving to another country for work because he’s oh so in love with you, he’s a MAN,” She rants while watching you scroll through romcoms on Netflix, in search of a good one.
“And horror movies are misogynistic and gross. They brutalize women for fun, Abby,” You reply, turning to give her a pointed look over your shoulder.
Your eyes are met with Abby laying on her bed, arms resting casually behind her head, playfully glaring back at you.
She looks good.
You have no idea how you let everyone convince you she was such a freak, she’s just smart and not hyper-feminine… And you like her for that.
Turning back around, you try to clear the thought from your head, as you settle on a film. The blonde can be heard groaning behind you—which makes you smile.
“Suck it up, we can watch a ton of scantily clad girls die tomorrow,” You say, as you lay down beside her, your head finding its way onto her chest and your legs tangling with hers under the blanket.
Abby’s breath hitches against her will, she can feel your thigh between her legs, she stammers awkwardly before speaking again, “You- You would like horror if you just gave it a chance…”
You notice the way her whole demeanour changes when you touch her like you’re more than ‘new friends’. But you don’t pull away, instead shifting your leg slowly, just enough to give her a bit of friction, but not enough to be suspicious.
You hear a soft sigh escape her, and feel the growing dampness around your thigh, her body stiffening under you.
She wraps an arm around your back, pulling you closer, before asking, “Are you doing that—sigh—on purpose?”
You watch the way her eyes squeeze shut.
Abby’s so cute when she’s flustered, it just makes you want to toy with her.
“What, Abby? Tell me what I’m doing…” You smirk, your hand slipping under the waistband of her shorts, before cupping her pussy through her boxers.
“You’re-” She swallows hard, “You’re touching me… With your hands,” She can’t help but rut against your palm, heat pooling between her thighs as her boxers progressively get more soaked.
“Do you want me to stop?” You ask, already knowing the answer is no, but remove your hand nonetheless to tease her.
You hold your hand up for her to see the way it’s already covered in her slick after you’ve barely touched her. She whimpers.
“No- No, please no! I’ve wanted this for so long…” Abby whines at the loss of pressure, her face burrowing into your neck, pressing small, desperate kisses there, “Don’t stop, I’ll do anything…”
“You don’t have to do anything, baby, I just wanted consent,” You speak in a condescending tone, shushing her whines all the while.
“You have it, you can do anything, just please, please don’t stop…” A soft mewl then breaks from her lips as you pull her top off, leaving her chest barren in the cold room aside from a sports bra.
You can’t help but judge her choice of underwear; boxers and a sports bra, could she be any more predictable?
“Oh my god, you’re such a dyke…” You tease, staring down at her chest, the padding-less bra doing very little to hide her hardened nipples.
She doesn’t respond to the comment, instead looking up at you with pleading eyes, whining for your touch.
Her flushed face is too cute to deny, so you slip your hand under the waistband of her boxers, and press two fingers to her clit.
She lets out a quiet grunt at the new sensation, her hand reaching for your wrist, guiding your fingers to move in the little circles she desperately needs.
Within a couple minutes of your fingers on her clit and your eyes watching her like a hawk, Abby’s close to finishing. It’s embarrassing but she can’t help it! Not when you’re bullying her and making her feel so good at the same time…
The blonde is realizing some things about herself. And so are you.
“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum…” She mumbles, sitting up slightly so she can press more kisses to your neck, wanting to thank you, but still being unable to speak more than a few broken words at a time.
“That’s all it took, Abby? Five minutes with my fingers against your clit?” Your tone is condescending once again, “I haven’t even touched your hole, baby…”
She just whines louder, more desperate, her orgasm coming closer with each movement of your fingers.
“We’ll try that tomorrow, huh? With your stupid movie in the background…” Your fingers slow their movements, and you remove her hand from your wrist so she can’t fight it, guiding it to cup one of her breasts instead.
You then watch the way her eyes roll back, the combination of your words, your fingers, and the new attention being paid to her chest is just about killing her…
“Please, please, let me cum… Please, please, please…” Her, usually overachieving, brain has turned to mush under you, the blonde can’t do much else but beg.
“You don’t have to ask, Abby, I never told you no,” You remind her gently, your voice softening like you’re talking to a child, before pressing a kiss to her ear—her begging has made you realize that you may be taking it a bit too far.
But she’s just so cute when she whines, it makes you want to make fun of her.
“Please, go fast… I need you fast, baby, I need it…” She bites your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, while trying—and failing—to suppress a moan.
“Shhh, we can go faster. But only because you asked so nicely, Abby,” The taunting is back, as your movements grow faster at an agonizing pace, her face screwing up in pleasure nonetheless, though.
“Th- Thank you…” She breathes, her eyes squeezing shut as you hit her desired pace once again.
You watch her body stiffen up, and her sighs get louder. You know what’s coming.
“Fuck… Fuck, baby…” She whines, grinding down on your fingers, her hand toying with her breasts, frantically chasing the high of an orgasm.
“You’re doing so good. So, so good, Abs,” Your compliment is just another way to taunt the blonde, but it’s what she needs to push her over the edge.
You see the way her eyes roll back, and her legs shake; she looks perfect when she finishes, all whiny and sweaty and soft.
You slow your fingers as she works through her high, stopping them fully once she flops back on her bed, catching her breath.
Her brain is mush, she can’t do much more than reach for you, silently pleading for contact once again.
You hand her a shirt before allowing her to pull you down.
Abby no longer complains about the film you chose, too tired to speak, she watches it momentarily before dozing off with you. She’s like the perfect pillow.
The two of you are woken up later by her dad knocking on her bedroom door a second before barging in the room, without waiting for a response.
Jerry’s smile falls when he sees your current position, eyes quickly darting to the floor as you separate.
“I was gonna ask who’s parked in our driveway, but I think I figured it out…” He waves to you, face flushing the same way Abby’s does.
“Hi, Mr. Anderson,” You mumble back, barely awake, your clean hand attempting to rub the sleep from your eyes.
“Um… I’m gonna go, dinner will be waiting for you whenever you want it, Abby,” He curtly nods and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Thanks, Dad!” She calls out once the door is shut, her face now beat red.
You both listen to his footsteps descend the stairs before either of you attempt to speak again.
“I should go, Abby,” Your eyes meet hers for a second, before you sit up fully, “I really hope you’re not in trouble… And if you are, blame me, say I’m a horrible influence,” You hold your arms up in mock-surrender, a teasing grin on your face, as if you weren’t dominating the blonde just a couple hours ago.
“I won’t be in trouble, my dad’s not like that. He’ll just give me an awkward talk about how 'he was young once, too’, and ask if we’re being safe…” She cringes at the thought.
“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, ‘kay?” You whisper, and Abby can’t help the way her thighs squeeze together under the blanket.
“Okay…” She breathes, desperate for what’s to come.
“Call me,” You smile at her one last time, before grabbing your bag and making your way out of her bedroom.
lmk if you like this bc i do have plans for future chapters
also sub!abby is my fav abby to write abt so don’t be surprised if she starts appearing on my blog more…
(goverment voice) we need to protect the children from pornography so our plan is to remove their eyes so they would never see something so traumatic. if you are against removing children's eyes you are basically a pedophile
