synopsis: Juliette and you don’t know each other, at least, not outside the context of your monthly meet-ups in exotic locales…where will you head next?
disclaimer: the short story’s will be narrated in readers pov and these story’s are based on the audio stories on dipsea! So basically these are the audios written down. While I listened to the audios I had imagined that Juliette could be portrayed by either Rosamund Pike or Gillian Anderson so the aesthetics will be based on these two actresses, but feel free to imagine anyone you’d like!
(a/n: I'm barking like a damn dog rn, I had to share these pics of Angelina cuz they just inspired me for gym!abby headcanons)
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 (𝐒𝐅𝐖):
• gym!abby prefers to go to the gym at 3:00am because it's empty and she can use all the machines and pose in front of the mirrors without feeling awkward
• gym!abby takes pictures to document her progress and also does a daily gym vlogs on Instagram
• usually she would force you to join her, even if it meant waking you up but sometimes she let's you sleep because she can't bring herself to wake you up
• sometimes you can't sleep so you're already awake when she wakes up. you use the time she takes for her daily shower to prepare her pre workout shake, supplements and gym bag (for which abby is absolutely grateful)
• gym!abby loves meal prepping, mainly because you do most of the work and she can hug you from behind and kiss your neck and shoulder. of course meal prepping helps her with her diet.
• when you go with her to the gym, she fully focuses on you, which means she will push you to your limit
• she will have you do repetitions on the leg press until your legs give up
• gym!abby will use kisses as a reward system
• she loves doing hip thrust with you on her lap and she doesn't care that people are staring
• she will do crunches and kiss you every time she comes back up
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖):
• sometimes you join gym!abby in her morning shower and it gets hot and nasty really fast.
• basically it means you are her pre workout out/warm up
• when gym!abby goes to the gym without you she'll make sure you know what you're missing
• she'll send you pictures and videos of her flexing her muscles and doing hip thrusts
• but most of all she'll send you post shower pics in front of a steamed mirror that leaves enough for your imagination to imagine
• when you are going with her though, she'll make sure to praise the hell out of you
• but during the training sessions she will be mean and ruthless, which ofc turns you on
• gym!abby will tell you to keep going, degrading you in order to motivate you
• gym!abby will spank your butt whenever you stand up, walk past her or do exercises where she gets the opportunity to do so (such as rdl's or hip lunges)
• whenever you sit on her lap when she does hip thrusts, she'll whisper in you ear that she can feel how wet you're getting and what she's going to do to you when you guys get home
• "you're getting my thigh wet, baby"
• "you like this, huh?"
• "bet you want me to fuck you so hard you see stars...and I'll gladly do that, baby"
• "I am going to fuck you senseless, baby...just like that and even rougher", she'll whisper while continuing to thrust her hips against yours
• sometimes gym!abby will train with her strap on and when you notice the bulge she'll use the excuse that she needs extra weight
• but you both know very well that she only brought it so she can fuck you in the shower, the changing room and in the car ride back home
• while meal prepping she will definitely finger you in a sneaky way and even though you'll tell her to stop because you need to focus, she'll end up eating you out on the kitchen counter
✰ content: no outbreak obviously, mentions of needles, tattoos/piercings, vegas living, mentions of anxiety from reader, a bit of homophobia, there are nsfw headcanons so minors and ageless blogs DNI!!, mentions of oral and strap usage (r!receiving), mirror play, scissoring, some picture taking, very inappropriate use of piercings 😀 different sex positions, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything
✰ middle pic creds to @abbystanaccount
these headcanons are inspired off a pic i saw on twitter the other day that literally had me going feral. like if that isn’t the most tattoo artist!abby coded shit then idk what is. so let’s talk about it!
✰ tattoo artist!abby who’s been addicted to getting tattoos since the day she turned 18 and is so obsessed with the buzzing of the tattoo gun that she decided to dedicate her whole career on it
✰ tattoo artist!abby also canonically has her tongue pierced. you can’t tell me otherwise.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who’s now in her mid 20s and owns a tattoo shop in las vegas, nevada, since the tattoo industry tends to pay pretty well there. what happens in vegas doesn’t always tend to stay there, right?
✰ tattoo artist!abby goes through lots of customers on a day to day basis, and personally she could care less whether they’re sober and just looking for some new ink or drunk with some impulsive decision making after a bottomless margarita from fat tuesday’s because she’s still making that bank regardless.
✰ tattoo artist!abby also keeps a black polaroid camera by her station and has a whole collection of photos hung up on the wall next to her desk. to cherish the moment, she’s always had the tradition to take a picture of her first time clients, along with any celebrities that have visited her shop as well.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who hears the shop’s bell chime and turns to see a group of girls coming their way towards reception for a walk in appointment.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who sees you shyly standing in the middle of your friend group, anxiously waiting while you look around her shop
✰ tattoo artist!abby is told by one of your friends that they’re celebrating their graduation season from UNLV and as a memory together they all wanted to get some cheap $10 matching tattoos that her shop offered to customers.
✰ tattoo artist!abby notices that you’re the only one in your friend group that doesn’t have any tattoos and secretly holds her excitement in when you tell her that it’s your first one, because she would love to be the first person to put some ink on that blank canvas of yours.
✰ tattoo artist!abby starts making stencils for your friend group’s matching tattoos. your friends impulsively chose to do matching tramp stamps and of course you reluctantly agree to do it with them.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who, once it’s your turn, tries to keep her cool when you position yourself on the chair, with your front facing with the front of the chair and your bare lower back peeking out of your low rise jeans to her face.
✰ tattoo artist!abby gently placing the stencil on your lower back and handing you a mirror for you to check and see if the placement looks good.
✰ tattoo artist!abby noticing you start to get anxious once she turns on the tattoo gun, and keeps her free hand placed by your hip, and tells you reassuringly “just squeeze my hand if it hurts or if you need a break, okay?”
✰ tattoo artist!abby praising you throughout the whole tattoo process, saying things like “you’re doing so good for me love, just stay still now…i promise we’re almost done.”
✰ tattoo artist!abby who pulls out her polaroid camera once everyone’s finished and takes a group photo of you with your friends to hang up on her client wall, before pulling you to the side to get a photo of just you with your first tat.
✰ tattoo artist!abby letting your first tattoo be on the house and not letting you pay for it, secretly telling you that it’s a special discount just for you since you’re the prettiest client she’s ever had
✰ tattoo artist!abby who runs into you at the grocery store a week later, and you couldn’t help but check her out in the gym outfit she was wearing: dark gray sweats and a tight black muscle tee that perfectly contoured her broad physique and showed off her arms, letting you see how her inked pieces hugged those defined muscles of hers. and her hands…you also couldn’t help but imagine what her tatted fingers would look like inside your cu—
“hey! long time no see…everything alright with the tattoo so far?”
“hm? oh yeah! the tattoo has been healing perfectly…i’ve been doing the aftercare routine you recommended me to do.”
✰ tattoo artist!abby takes advantage of the moment she has with you right now and asks you out on a date, to which you accept.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who takes you out to a lovely restaurant by the strip, and tells you to order whatever you want because she’s been dying to spoil you since the moment you walked into her shop.
✰ tattoo artist!abby holding you close by her side as you walk down the strip with her. since she’s more familiar with vegas than you are, she knows how the strip can be dangerous at night and wants to keep you safe.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who safely drops you off back to your place in her black jeep wrangler, kissing you on the cheek goodbye with a second date already locked in.
✰ who knew that a second date with tattoo artist!abby would soon progress into something much more than that.
✧*.｡✰ ───
✰ tattoo artist!abby who’s now been your girlfriend for almost three years, to which i’m very well aware is equivalent to like a whole decade in wlw relationships but you both are still going strong today.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who manages to expand her tattoo shop, now being a small chain with a few other locations established across las vegas.
✰ tattoo artist!abby loves it when you visit her during your lunch hours, leaving whatever it is that she was doing to any of her other employees to finish so she can spend some time with you
✰ tattoo artist!abby who still has the polaroid she took of you three years ago when you first came into her shop, placed inside in a little red photo frame on her desk right next to her customer photo wall.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who now lives with you, and upgraded her studio apartment to a nice townhouse outside of the strip, since she knows you have a hard time sleeping at night with the overwhelming atmosphere it always carries.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who lets you color her tattoos with markers whenever you get really anxious, since she knows doing that helps you calm down.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who’s done just a few more pieces on you since the start of your relationship with her, but you always tell her to keep the tattoos minimalistic since that is the style you’ve preferred
✰ tattoo artist!abby who takes you out to eat for your three year anniversary at top of the world, a fancy revolving restaurant located inside the stratosphere hotel that has a panoramic view of the entire las vegas strip
✰ tattoo artist!abby who that same night, waits at the right moment for the hourly fountain show to start playing in front of the bellagio so she can get down on one knee and propose to you right there for everyone to see.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who goes all out for the wedding, booking it at a venue not in vegas, but all the way upstate in lake tahoe, so the two of you can get married with a beautiful lakeside view.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who successfully convinces her father to walk you down the aisle at her wedding after your parents found out that you were going to marry her and decided not to come. despite the fact that jerry wasn’t too fond of abby’s tattoo obsession and had wanted her to follow in his footsteps and become a doctor like him, it didn’t stop him from unconditionally loving and supporting his only daughter. and he knew you were the perfect one to give that to her as well.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who doesn’t even let the officiant finish his final statement and wraps an arm around your waist, twirling you around the altar and giving you the most passionate kiss in front of everyone to tie the knot.
✰ but to really tie the knot, after the wedding ceremony you and abby end up tattooing each others first initial onto each others ring fingers inside her shop.
✰ tattoo artist!abby who is so excited to spend the rest of her life married to an amazing and supportive woman like you.
NSFW HCS UNDER THE CUT
✰ tattoo artist!abby enjoys some good missionary, but then again who doesn’t? she mostly loves doing it to you because she knows you get that sense of protection from her in the bedroom with her prominent, muscular figure towering over yours when she pounds her strap deep inside you.
✰ this one shouldn’t even have to be listed because we all know damn well that tattoo artist!abby eats it for her own pleasure. that woman will eat you out like its her final meal on death row. and with that metal tongue ring of hers rubbing against your clit and teasing your tight entrance, abby’s expert tongue alone will have you cumming into her mouth instantly.
✰ tattoo artist!abby also owns one of those vibrating tongue rings, but she’ll only use that on you after you’ve had AT LEAST three orgasms so you’re super overstimulated for it
✰ tattoo artist!abby definitely makes you look down in between your legs while she fingers you, so you can see how much your wetness is soaking up the healed ink on her fingers while she pumps them in and out of your needy cunt.
✰ tattoo artist!abby also doesn’t care you loud you end up getting while she fucks you, despite how embarrassed you get with startling the neighbors when it happens. if anything she encourages that so they can know how good she’s making you feel.
✰ tattoo artist!abby either uses a completely black strap OR a skin tone colored strap that she had custom made to look like it has tattoos on it, because if she was a dude she would definitely have her dick tatted too idc.
✰ tattoo artist!abby has definitely fucked you in her shop when no one else is around..like can you imagine taking her strap in the same chair that she tattoos her customers?? not to mention she’s got mirrors in that shop and she will definitely make you look at it and watch yourself take her strap like the good slut you are.
✰ in addition, tattoo artist!abby also installed a mirror on the ceiling above the chair. she always tells her customers it’s for them to see their backs better while getting a back piece done but you know damn well she put that in her own shop just for you to watch yourself better the next time she fucks you in that chair again
✰ and we certainly can’t forget about tattoo artist!abby’s iconic polaroid camera…she definitely is one for playing the photographer in the bedroom and keeps loads of nude polaroids of you tucked inside her wallet which are for her eyes only.
✰ tattoo artist!abby LOVES doing reverse cowgirl with you! mainly because she can see your whole back profile perfectly and admire the first piece of ink she put on you every time you ride her strap 🫶🏻
✰ i also feel like it’s not too common for tattoo artist!abby to do this but whenever she feels like doing something different she’ll for sure scissor you too. and it’ll definitely feel good on your end because…well…let’s just say that abby’s tongue isn’t the only part of her body that’s pierced 🫣
✰ and last but not least, tattoo artist!abby is 100% the queen of aftercare. she’ll treat your fucked out self the same way she would with a freshly done tattoo. she’ll draw you a nice warm bath to soothe your muscles, make you drink lots water for hydration, and curl up in the bed with her tatted sleeves wrapped around you as you drift off with her to sleep.
in conclusion, we need to give tattoo artist!abby the attention she deserves 🧎🏻♀️thank you for coming to my tedtalk.
synopsis; love is scary. and you try to run away. but abby is there when you come back, ready to hunt you down.
cw; 18+ content, minors dni! mentions of death, fighting, wounds, blood, stitches, consumption of alcohol and drugs (weed), jealousy, possessiveness, hickeys, arguing, weapons, reader is older than abby for 7 years (she took her in after the hospital), abby being a brat and reader not having it, masturbation (abby), cursing, hair pulling, kinda enemies to lovers (their relationships is difficult), teasing, praising, fingering (r receiving), hair pulling, heavy make out, tit play, tit sucking, oral sex (r receiving), scissoring, multiple orgasms…
REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3
REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!
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you and abby had a hard time…, being nice to each other.
it was always bickering in between the two of you, screaming, fighting…
you were her mentor. or at least her boss. she was younger than you. 7 years to be exact.
you thought it would be easy. they had asked you to train a kid. keep her under control. but she was a fucking nightmare. you knew this world was hard. but abby was a 14 year old girl when she lost her only family. her father. and she was ready to break everything. destroy everything. that year was surely the worse. or so you thought. ‘cause it only got harder.
at 17 she was sneaking out of your apartment late at night. you made her believe that you didn’t know, until one night she returned fucking wasted and made a little bit too much noise.
“seriously, abby?” you inquired her, and she scoffed.
“what?”
“what?! we have a mission in two hours and you are fucking wasted.” she rolled her eyes and that’s when you saw it. “are you high?!” you couldn’t believe it. even less the hickeys decorating her neck. “jesus christ.” she pushed you away when you tried to take a look at them.
“what. jealous your little boyfriend doesn’t fuck you enough?” she sarcastically smirked and your cheeks blushed red in anger.
“the fuck did you just said?” you inquired, stepping closer, your blood boiling.
“always a fucking mood killer. poor stuck up just needs a good fuck, but her boyfriend can’t even make her cum, isn’t that right?” next thing you knew? your knuckles were burning up, and you had punched her, breaking her lip and painting her skin in red. droplets of her blood fell onto the floor, and you were breathing heavy.
“don’t you dare show up for the mission.” you said before leaving, taking your bag with you. you were out for 2 days.
and abby had to sit quiet and nice through the night you came back inside her room, trying to ignore the moans coming from your own, the grunts and the sound of skin against skin. it seemed to be that you had broken up with your boyfriend and had followed her advise to get a good fuck. and it seemed like you did, ‘cause your screams only got louder through the hours. by the time you had kicked the guy out, she had run out of weed, and she had drank half a bottle of whiskey all by herself.
she just wished it could be her.
at 18, she wouldn’t stop snapping at you. it was like walking on eggshells every time you’d go around her. one wrong move and you two would be sent overdrive.
“you are out.” you said, and she scoffed, cleaning the blood out of her knuckles.
“out?”
“i don’t know what the fuck is your problem. but i don’t want you beating someone up just because you feel like it.”
“ ‘feel like it’? you heard what he said. he was the one that started it.” she got up from her seat, stepping closer. she had a bruise on her cheek, and a cut on her eyebrow.
“i don’t want to see you at the training ring until monday.” you said, and her jaw clenched.
“what if i don’t want to?” her breath was hitting your skin, and her hand was now planted next to your face against the wall you were leaning in. you squinted your eyes.
“you wanna find out?” you inquired, nice and low. there were no emotions showing on your face. you were serious. and abby knew. abby knew she shouldn’t. but she wanted.
her blue eyes trailed around your face, falling onto your lips. she needed it.
“you gonna show me?” the tension between the two of you was about to explode, your bodies were ready to swing, and your blood was pumping louder in adrenaline. rage was pooling on your stomach, and in a short breath, you gave her one last chance.
“know your fucking place.” you advised, word by word.
she took a deep breath in. and after seconds that felt a little bit too long, stepped back, locking herself in her room.
she waited, just long enough to hear you getting out your apartment to pull down her jeans and underwear, slick connecting the last pair to her throbbing cunt. she groaned when her fingers found her clit, and later on pushed inside her wet warm walls.
“fuck.”
and she knew she shouldn’t. but she imagined what would have happened if she had taken the chance and jumped. ‘cause she knew were her place was. and it was in between your legs.
today, at her 20 years old, it was no different.
“and i said i could do it. alone!” she said, and you rolled your eyes as you limped towards a chair, grabbing your oozing side. it was just a scratch.
“oh yeah? as if you didn’t almost die out there!“ you scoffed. “fuck off, abby. you’re giving me a migraine.” you said, taking out your backpack some gauze and alcohol. maybe you’d need a couple of stitches.
a group of bandits had attacked your group on one of the routes you used to get some food, and you’d gotten injured by one of them when you’d had to step in to cover her back. you had taken that dagger straight to the gut for her. and she was just acting as always… as a fucking cunt.
she gritted her teeth and threw her backpack to the floor. she was bathed in blood, and her blonde hair was sticking to her sweaty skin.
“stop fucking doing that!” she screamed, and you looked at her with a pissed off face.
“what.”
“treating me as if i were a fucking child! i’m 20 years old. i know how to protect myself. i know how to fight! i don’t need you to protect me!” you scoffed and got up, a groan falling from your lips as you harshly grabbed her hand. “what-?” you looked her straight in the eyes as you pressed her hand against your stomach, only this time, you’d handed her a knife.
“you want me to stop treating you like a child?” you inquired, defiance in your voice. she might be taller, and had more muscle than you, but you were older, and stronger than her. “then kill me.” you said. “show me that you don’t need me anymore. that you can survive without me. and then i will stop treating you like a kid.” you whispered mere inches away from her face, tugging on her wrist to make the blade dig just the slightest into your skin. she looked at you. “do it!” you spat, but she just…couldn’t.
you pushed her away, and took the knife from her, harshly digging it into the wooden table by your side.
“you’re weak.” you said, and her jaw clenched, her hands fisted. “and you know what happens to weak people, abby?” you looked at her, and her blue eyes, and her soft white skin, and her blonde braided hair… “they die.”
she took a sharp inhale.
“i’m not weak.” she said.
“oh, but you are… you couldn’t kill me when i asked you to. you had a knife, and i was wounded and giving you, as you boss, an order and you didn’t follow it!” you screamed, and her chest took in a deep breath. “you’d be dead if it had been another person but me!”
“it won’t happen again.” she said.
“yes it will. like it always does. ‘cause you never follow my orders!”
“no. it won’t!“
“oh yeah? and why is that, hm?”
“because they are not you!” she yelled, and your eyes shot open at her words. “i can’t kill you because you’re you. i will kill anyone but you.”
she was stepping closer, and you looked at her.
“and if that makes me weak… if being weak means wanting to protect you. then i guess i am weak.”
she was awkward, but sincere, she looked flushed, cheeks reddish, body shifting non-stop. she was nervous. but fuck. that wasn’t her heart beating. the quickened heartbeat that you were hearing was your own.
“abby.” you cut her off, stepping backwards. away from her.
“no.” she said. “i’m not finished.” she said, and took another step closer, slowly caging you against the table. oh shit. was she always this tall? was she always this intimidating?
“but you’re. i don’t wanna hear it.” you said, and tried to leave her side, but she caught your wrist.
“you don’t wanna hear what exactly? the fact that i’m unable to kill you? or the fact that i can’t because i love you?” you breath hitched, and your heart stopped. your body froze. your mind was screaming. no. nononononono….
“leave.” the words that left your lips cracked her chest open. your touch was leaving her as you tugged from your hand, your back facing her.
“what?” she muttered, begging to have heard wrong. her heart was about to shatter.
“leave.” you repeated, this time harsher. you weren’t looking at her. you couldn’t look at her.
“but y/n…” she tried and touch you again, to get you to look at her. anything.
“i said. leave.” you said one last time, and you fisted your hands to hide their shaking.
she stepped backwards, looking at you, at your messy hair, at the roughness of your eyes —trying to hide something she wouldn’t, shouldn’t know—, at your tense shoulders… it was like a wall. and she couldn’t hit the brakes.
you didn’t know how much it took. how much she stood there, silently begging for you to not leave. to not push her out of your life, before she went out your door and left you there, alone.
you fell back onto the chair. and took the needle to stitch yourself up. it were the worst stitches you had ever done, cause your hand was shaking too much, and you were sure they’d probably leave a nasty scar, a mark that would never go away. it will stain you forever. just like abby had. just like she always will.
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days went by in which you had gone away out borders to find some new food and supplies. the first ever mission that you had went through without abby. in years.
suddenly having you gone was leaving her exposed. exposed to feelings she didn’t wanna feel.
“fuck off owen. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit.” she spat when he saw his friend take a seat beside her. she was bouncing her leg up and down like crazy, and her whole body seemed tense. she had trained. she had broken her knuckles beating up a punching bag. drowned two glasses of whiskey. she had even went out for a goddamn walk to try and calm down. relax. nothing had helped. nothing helps. she was going overdrive. just like she had all those years ago before she had met you, before you had cleaned the blood out of her hands. it was as if… no. she knew you were the only thing that could make her breathe. and you were not there. and she was frustratedly. ‘cause fuck. she had told you she loved you and you had kicked her out and ran.
she had fucked up. that seemed to be the only thing she knew how to do when she was around you.
“woah. chill abs. just wanted to check on you. you’re not looking okay.” he was worried. she couldn’t care enough in that moment.
“maybe that’s because i’m not fucking okay.” she said, and owen simply took a deep breath.
“what happened?” he already knew. he already seemed to know what was the reason why she was feeling that way. you.
“i told her i love her.” owen’s eyes widened. woah. this was… unexpected. sure. owen knew that abby liked you. she had for years. but he never expected that the day she’d tell you would come so soon. “she kicked me out and left me behind the next morning.” she sighed and owen looked at her. “and now i feel like i’m going insane. she’s all i have. she was the only one there for me when my father…” she shat up. “i need her owen. and every second that i spend away from her i feel like dying.” she sighed, and left her seat, pacing around unable to sit still.
owen was silently listening. abby never opened up. to anyone. not even you about how she truly felt sometimes. how she felt about you. so this was something new. something owen was grateful to see.
“is this… is this love or am i going mad?” she let out a sarcastic laughter.
“aren’t they the same thing?” he muttered, looking at her and abby groaned.
“i can’t breathe.” she was freaking out. “i can’t think.” “everything is her. i’m terrified.” owen smiled at her and got up to face her.
“you should be. have you seen y/n?” that made abby chuckle, rolling her eyes at the teasing. “but abby… it’s okay to be scared. love scares people. and you love her.”
“yeah…” she sighed. “i do.”
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next time she saw you was when you came back to your apartment. it was really late. so late that it was completely pitch black outside doors.
“what are you doing here?” you inquired as you closed the door behind your back, throwing your backpack onto the floor.
she was sitting on a chair, cleaning a gun on your table, legs spread and wide tilted towards the door.
“waiting for you to come back after having left me fucking behind.” she simply answered, and her arms crossed over her chest, muscles showing.
you scoffed. “sorry. i didn’t know you had to come with me everywhere.” you sarcastically said and she sighed.
“are you pushing me aside because of what i said?” she inquired, and you stiffened.
“abby-“
“because i said that i love you?” she sat up, and stepped closer.
“stop.” you ordered, and she only got closer.
“no. you left me behind. you left me here.” she said, stepping closer to you. “and for days i couldn’t think. i couldn’t breathe without thinking about you, couldn’t sleep without dreaming about you. i can’t stop, because i love you, and i’ve loved you for years.”
“you can’t.” you said, stepping backwards to try and scape from her. it was like for the first time in your life you didn’t have the control. that you were the prey instead of the hunter. “you can’t love me.” you said. “you can’t…” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “ ‘cause if you love me… then i could lose you. and i can’t lose you. anyone but you…” she looked at you, and in a quick flex of her arms she had pinned you to the wall. you only could let out a surprise gasp before she was kissing you, groaning against your mouth, one of her legs being pushed in between your legs.
“tell me to stop. tell me that you don’t feel the way i do.” she muttered against your lips, and you moaned, roughly tugging from her hair to pull her closer. her hands gripped your hips, so hard you were sure it would leave marks, but you couldn’t care. she tugged from your thighs so your legs could surround her waist, crushing you against the wall.
“shit, abby.” you moaned, grip tightening when she sucked on your neck, leaving marks.
“i love you so fucking much, fuck, been dreaming about this since i was fucking sixteen.” she grunted, and you whimpered. she was quick to carry you to bed, kissing you needly and hurriedly pushing your shirt over your head, leaving your chest exposed to her hungry eyes. “so perfect…” your back arched when her big hands harshly cupped your tits, playing with your nipples before sucking your left into her mouth. her now free hand pushed inside your pants and into your underwear. “you’re soaked.” she smirked, and you groaned.
“shut the fuck up.” you said before pulling from her to kiss her again and pulling at her shirt, leaving her in a white sports bra. her toned arms, shoulders and stomach were now in full display, and you couldn’t help but stare. you moaned when her middle finger slid in, her other hand exasperatedly trying to rid you of your pants and underwear. you had to help her before she’d rip them, whimpering when she suddenly thrusted with her finger deeper, hitting a spot that made you clench. “abby!” you screamed her name when you felt her tongue against your clit, her lips sucking on it as she groaned, her free arm surrounding your thigh to pull you closer and flush against her face.
“so fucking sweet… been wanting to eat your pussy for years.” you cheeks burned at her words. so dirty and blunt. it made you squirm. “listen to her. so ready for me and my fingers. poor thing… she’s sucking me right in.” she cooed and you whimpered, making her smirk. her finger left you to make place for her tongue, who fucked you with large deep strokes that left you shaking under her hands. she kept you pinned against the bed, devouring you like a woman starved and making you cry out her name as you pulled from her hair. shit. she looked so fucking pretty in between your legs…
your thighs trembled when this time, two of her large and thick finger pushed inside, making you moan at the stretch. her lips latched to your clit as she started to harshly fuck them into you, curling them to hit your g spot and make you cry. your breath hitched, and you felt your orgasm bubbling on your stomach with every new thrust. “abby, i’m gonna cum…” you whined, and she only sped up her movements, sucking harder, curling her fingers quicker. “abby, fuck!” you screamed as you came, your cum coating her fingers as she fucked you through it. you whimpered when her tongue lapped at every little bit that you gave her, sucking her fingers clean to fuck the last drops of your cum out of your cunt with her tongue.
you laid there, hearing the wet sounds that her tongue made against your pussy, the hum that she let out at your taste.
she left a little peck on your clit before pulling away, licking her lips, which were shining with your juices —along with her chin—.
you looked at her from below, stared at the patch of hair that covered her mound when she got rid of her own pants and underwear, stared at her beautiful breasts when she took off her sports bra… she was completely exposed for you. and you only could tug her closer to kiss her. pushing you tongue inside her mouth to taste yourself off of her lips. she moaned, and pulled from your hips to push one of her thighs over your leg to grind her pussy down on yours. you two let out a groan at the first contact. slick against slick, clit brushing against clit. it sent shivers down your spine.
“fuck. you feel so good…” she grunted, thrusting against your cunt and making you whimper.
“abby don’t stop…” you begged, and she thrusted again.
“never. fuck. you’re mine now. fucking mine.” you moaned, nodding, begging her to go harder. and she did. you two humped each others pussies in need, kissing, cursing, moaning… the room was filled with the wet squelches of your slicks. your clit was throbbing with the overstimulation, but it hurt so good it was making you go insane. watching abby fuck you, groan and pant was making your head feel dizzy. you whimpered and your back arched when she rubbed your clits together, pushing against the edge of another orgasm. you could feel it creeping up your spine, ready to take over your body. “aw, you gonna cum baby? you gonna give me another one?”
baby, baby, baby, baby….
“yes, fuck, abby, please…” you begged, pulling her closer, harder against you until your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and you were screaming as you came all over her cunt. she groaned, thrusting one, two, three more times against you before coming with a grunt, the feeling of your arousal together making her head feel fuzzy.
she held you against her chest as she laid beside you, one of her hands rubbing circles on the naked skin of your hips.
“abby?” you muttered, and she looked at you.
“what is it?”
“i love you too.” you said, and she smiled, her heart jumping inside her chest, hugging you harder, her lips pressing against your forehead. you looked beautiful. and finally, you were completely hers.
• Ellie is the type of girl that will distance herself from you as soon as she starts to have wet dreams and/or dirty fantasies about you, because she's afraid that she might not have self control and act them out on you.
• she's definitely an ass type of girl, but she doesn't mind massaging and sucking your tits.
• Ellie for sure loves to eat your pussy. You are her breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner.
• When she's really horny she'll look down on you with lusty eyes, she doesn't even have to say anything. (You guys know exactly what I mean!!!)
• She'll sleep shirtless and only with boxers around you.
• If there's one thing that Ellie loves, then it's when you wear her clothes the morning after. You don't even bother to change into something different for work.
• Ellie notices when she plays the guitar, that you keep on looking at her hands. bc she loves to see you drool like that, she asks you to listen to her songs.
• It drives Ellie crazy when you ask to reverse ride her, especially when she uses the strap. (She'll moan louder than you do)
• her fingering will be imprinted in your core memory
• she tends to overstimulate you on accident since she pleasures you for her own pleasure
• Ellie loves to roleplay, you'll agree on different scenarios like meeting each other at the bar for the first time, getting into a fight on purpose or acting like you are each others arch nemesis and try to "kill" each other. This stuff really turns her on.
More Than A Mentor: An Abby Anderson Fanfiction by rowanberrywrites
IRRESISTIBLE | An ABBY ANDERSON Fanfiction | FEM OC X ABBY ANDERSON by Hagridscrustyboots
BETTER HALF • abby anderson oneshots by cvpidkiss-
[under construction] ambivalent by AngVirgo
𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐔:
young abby: shannon berry
adult abby: jocelyn mettler
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖):
• Abby looking at you from afar admiring you while you work and help around, but also thinking about all the ways would make you cum. You not having a single clue since she hasn’t spoken a single word to you or even smiled.
• Her coming back from scavenging and asking you to take a shower with her. you two teasing each other while undressing while drooling over each other’s bodies. others getting mad because they want to shower but you guys taking all the time to fuck in all different positions (lots of fingering, pussy licking and kissing involved). you smelling like pine and the walk of shame after the steaming shower.
• Abby has a deep primal kink. she fucks you for hours like an animal.
• She will randomly start counting down from 30 while you guys are out in the woods for patrol, that will be your clue to start running. After she finished counting she will hunt you down and bang you senseless.
• Abby loves to see you cry especially when you’re hurt, it makes her think about how you would whimper and cry trying to take her 10 inch strap. Sometimes she’ll start an argument on purpose to escalate it so she can make you cry either with her words or a slap across your face.
• She likes to slap you, not to hard but just enough to make you gasp slightly. she also pinches your cheek or pats your head, treating you like a little girl.
• Abby sometimes licks the tears off of your cheeks, after you came or she slapped you.
• She’ll make you ride her thigh since she loves to hear you whimper and feeling your hot breath against her neck.
• Usually after Abby has had her way with you and all the adrenaline has left her system, she’ll be shocked she fucked you for so long while she was aggressive.
• If she’s not working, with friends or with you, she most probably has her hands down her pants.
• Abby tends to bite you while fucking. Nevertheless she really enjoys the view of you laying completely helplessly, exhausted with sleepy eyes, covered in sweat, cum and bite marks, afterward.
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