these are all with a x waitress!reader in mind just an fyi! the headcanons are all sfw, but I can always do some nsfw ones later if anyone is interested. enjoy babes xx.
line cook!abby is scary. at least, that’s what you’d heard before you even stepped foot in the kitchen of the point bravo bar & grill. majority of the front of house staff are terrified of her, and honestly? you can absolutely see why. coming in at five foot nine and built like a ox, abby’s sarcastic, brutally honest and intimidating without even trying.
but to make matters worse, she’s ridiculously hot.
which seems incredibly unfair considering she spends most of her shifts sweaty, mildly irritated and covered in grease. her shirt sleeves are always rolled up past her broad shoulders, dark ink and muscles on full display. but it’s not even her physical physique or devastatingly pretty face that rendered you speechless that first day.
no, it was how she looked you in the eye after you royally fucked up an order half-way through the dinner rush. how you were fully expecting the hostility that everyone had warned you about, only to receive a soft, “hey, relax. it’s no big deal.” before she quietly remade the order without giving you any grief for it.
line cook!abby has two different modes during a lunch or dinner rush: weirdly calm and terrifyingly competent or one minor inconvenience away from burning the entire restaurant down.
line cook!abby works the grill and flat-top primarily, usually alongside her roommate (and best friend) manny. the two of them argue like an old married couple most of the time, which you find hilarious.
line cook!abby has a personal beef with ticket machine. she had broken at least 5 in the entire time she’s worked there, and marlene tells her that the next one is coming out of her paycheck. but it never actually does.
line cook!abby who says things like, “behind”, “move”, “corner” like a drill sergeant.
line cook!abby’s work uniform consists of an array of oversized band tees or cut off tees, cargo shorts or sweatpants and a bleach stained apron. she wears her hair in a neat braid down the middle of her back, or in a messy bun. but if her hair is pissing her off that day she’ll throw it into a low ponytail, put on a backwards dad hat and call it good enough.
line cook!abby apparently “has a thing for pretty waitresses” according to manny. but the only waitress she’s ever been soft on is you.
line cook!abby is addicted to caffeine. she cannot go a whole shift without pounding at least two energy drinks or an extra large iced coffee.
line cook!abby constantly checks to make sure you’ve eaten during your shift. and if you try to tell her you’re too busy or you forgot? suddenly a basket of fries or a grilled cheese will appear next to you while you’re ringing in an order at the kiosk. and she’ll mumble a stern, “go eat. now.” before disappearing back behind the line like it’s no big deal.
line cook!abby who runs extremely hot. if she’s not on the line you can usually find her in the walk-in trying to cool herself off and grumbling about how, “marlene needs to fix the damn air conditioner already.”
line cook!abby is always in control of the aux in the kitchen when she’s working and is not afraid to smack anyone who tries to change the music. you and manny can usually tell what kind of mood she’s in by what genre of music she’s playing. so if creed, matchbox twenty or theory of a deadman is blaring when you clock in, you already know she’s been having a rough afternoon.
line cook!abby wears her irritation and annoyance plainly on her face. she’s snarky and short with almost everyone, but the minute you ask for something? she visibly softens, and does whatever you asked for without question.
“abs, can I get another basket of fries, please?” and with a soft flutter of your lashes or a warm smile, she’s folding immediately—dumping a fresh batch of fries into a basket and sliding them into the expo window without uttering a single complaint.
“christ, you are so fucking whipped, cariño.”
line cook!abby keeps a bandana in her back pocket or a clean towel draped over her shoulder to be able to wipe the sweat from her face throughout her shift. the one time she didn’t seem to have one and had to use the hem of her t-shirt, you nearly dropped an entire tray of food.
line cook!abby has the biggest praise kink. you tell her something she made was delicious? instantly bashful, ears turning pink as she ducks her head and tries to pretend you didn’t just turn her insides to mush. and you’re absolutely tucking that information away for later.
line cook!abby gets weirdly possessive over kitchen tools. she once threatened manny that she’d scrub their toilet with his toothbrush if he ever touched her knives again.
line cook!abby absolutely cannot flirt like a normal person. so she shows her affection in subtle ways like: not complaining or giving you shit when you mess up an order, carrying the ice bucket up to the bar for you because it’s “painful to watch you struggle”, staying late to help you roll silverware after she finishes her own closing duties, playing paramore’s entire discography during a shift that you’re both working together just because she heard you tell leah that they’re one of your favorite bands.
line cook!abby always walks you to your car if the two of you are scheduled to close together. even if she finishes her closing duties faster than you.
line cook!abby absolutely despises remakes or substitutions on orders, and she’s not afraid to let someone know just how much it annoys her.
“the menu says no substitutions, can’t people fucking read?”
“abby, they’re literally allergic to onions.”
“sounds like a personal problem.”
line cook!abby always has a toothpick or pen shoved behind her ear, or stuck in between her teeth. she’s also constantly chewing gum—mostly because she knows it annoys the hell out of manny but baby girl has a oral fixation. she just doesn’t want to admit it.
line cook!abby will absolutely complain about having to close, but it’s secretly her favorite shift to work. especially if you’re on the schedule.
line cook!abby takes a lot of pride in her work, even when she’s slammed and is glaring at every new ticket that comes through like they personally insulted her. but even then she never lets a plate go out on the floor looking like a damn mess.
the one exception she ever made was the time your ex came in and made it their personal mission to make your night a living hell. so when she found you crying in the walk-in not long after, she ‘accidentally’ let that burger burn to a crisp before sending it out with a satisfied smirk.
line cook!abby who always seems to smell like a combination of fresh citrus, old spice and smoke from the grill, no matter how often she washes her clothes.
line cook!abby is constantly burning her hands on something. half the time she doesn’t really react anymore besides cursing under her breath or mumbling a barely audible, “yeah that was fucking dumb, abigail.” to herself.
but if you are in the back when it happens? you’ll insist on helping her bandage it until she finally relents with the most adorable scowl.
line cook!abby is terrible at hiding her jealousy. while she doesn’t cause a scene, or become overly possessive—if she sees a customer flirting with you, she absolutely makes it everyone else’s problem.
she’s slamming pans harder than necessary, muttering constant curses under her breath at the grill, shouting for “someone to run this fucking food already!” the second it appears in the expo window. lev finds it a little too hilarious and is always roasting her when he’s bringing clean dishes up from the pit.
line cook!abby is extremely sentimental. you wrote her a little thank you note on the back of a discarded receipt once before you two started dating and she still has it taped to the inside of her locker.
line cook!abby isn’t big on pda, but when she realizes how much her touch seems to affect you, she makes any and every excuse to get her hands on you when you’re working together. whether it’s a hand against the small of your back as she passes behind you in the kitchen, curling a finger into the loop of your jeans to pull you out of the way when another staff member is dashing around the corner, sneaking up behind you to rest her chin on your shoulder when you’re ringing an order in.
she thinks she’s being subtle most of the time, but abby is about as subtle as a bull in a china shop.
yellowjackets fans who don't fuck with taivan are the weakest links. you all will see two skinny feminine white girls stand next to each other and wax poetic about how much they mean to each other and their beautiful homoerotic longing but the moment there's a canonical lesbian relationship between a black woman and her butch girlfriend suddenly you don't give a fuck. "Oh, but tai cheated on her wife.." THEY EAT PEOPLE!!! THEY'RE ALL MURDERERS!!!! WHY ARE WE POLICING THEIR MORALS SIT DOWN AND ENJOY THE TOXICITY LIKE THE REST OF US!!!
i don’t celebrate thanksgiving, but could you guys imagine college!ellie taking roommate!reader home to jackson because she’d be alone for the holiday? short lil oneshot to get back into the groove of writing. do i hate this? yes.
recommended songs: alabama haint — penny and sparrow + what once was — her’s
warnings: language, a few brief mentions of family issues, suggestive content (kissing among other things) + mild sexual content, a lil misunderstanding and angst bc who am i if i don’t ??, CONFESSIONS because i’m a sloot for them. i think that’s it? not proofread ofc heh
it’s the weekend before thanksgiving, sunday to be exact, and ellie’s packing her backpack for joel’s. the energy in the the room’s a little off despite the fact that you’re normally reserved, and even though the two of you have only met this year, ellie’s learned to read you pretty well.
“you goin’ home for thanksgiving?” ellie asks absently, trying to make small talk as she rolls a sleep shirt and some pajamas haphazardly to stuff at the top of her bag.
there’s a pause that makes her brain itch before she sees the way you shake your head from where you’re hunched over a textbook at your desk.
“my family’s all over the place right now,” you answer honestly.
and ellie doesn’t know if you mean that figuratively or literally, but the lack of emotion in your voice tells her that maybe she shouldn’t pry. she can’t help it, though. because you’re her sweet and quiet roommate who’d been serious (and maybe a little scary) at first, but turned out to be a goofball with a little bit of prodding.
so seeing you like this, checked out and maybe a little stressed, ellie treads cautiously.
“so you’re gonna stay here?” she asks.
you don’t even spare her a glance.
“yeah.” your shoulders shrug. “no point in dropping so much money for a plane ticket if i’m going to be sitting home alone anyways.”
ellie makes a noise in the back of her throat and you throw look over your shoulder.
“sorry,” you offer softly, smile sheepish. “that was a little depressing.”
ellie shakes her head.
“no, i get it,” she assures you. “my family’s not really...”
you blink at her as she trails off.
“conventional? i guess?”
another quiet blankets the two of you and ellie’s speaking before she can even filter through the repercussions of her next words.
“you’re always welcome to...y’know...come with,” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “it’s not even a two hour drive.”
you hope ellie can’t tell that your cheeks are burning.
“you don’t have to, of course,” ellie blabbers. “but joel’s cool, so’s my uncle and his wife. it’d be nice, i think. and jackson’s pretty fun around this time of year...”
“i don’t wanna imp—”
ellie breathes a laugh.
“don’t,” she warns you, tips of her ears burning. “you’re more than welcome, seriously.”
it’s how you end up in the passenger seat of ellie’s old 4runner, heater on blast while sublime plays on the radio.
the car ride had consisted of ellie munching on cold fries the two of you had picked up from mcdonald’s before the interstate and you finally opening up about how your parents are divorced and how the holidays are a lot more stressful than they are pleasant.
ellie really feels for you, definitely knows the feeling losing her mom at a pretty young age and being adopted in middle school by a single, bereaved father. she tells you that they’d found each other when they needed the other the most.
and you don’t particularly know why you’re so nervous when ellie finally takes the exit off the interstate and you guys make your way through the suburbs. perhaps it’s the domesticity of meeting her family, or that you’re over a hundred miles away from familiarity, but your fingers are trembling when she turns into the neighbourhood and cozy brick homes line the frost-laden streets.
she’s pulling up and parking on the curb in front of a warm two-story that has a blue pickup truck and a gold SUV in the driveway when she notices.
“hey, hey,” she whispers, noticing the way you’re wringing your hands to stop the shaking. “you okay?”
her hands are warm when they close over yours and her thumbs is brushing over your skin soothingly.
“i’m being dumb,” you admit.
ellie’s eyes are crystal clear under the setting sun.
“don’t say that,” she says softly. “you wanna take a second?”
you swallow and shake your head.
“no, we can go,” you assure her.
she’s searching your face for any tell, but when you offer her a soft smile, she’s leaning back in her seat and nodding. before she completely pulls away, you’re stopping her.
“thanks, ellie,” you say gently. “this was really kind of you.”
she flashes you an easy smile, squeezes your hand a final time before climbing out of the car and rounding the front to help you out.
and truthfully, you realize you were nervous for nothing. because when the door swings open to reveal an older man aged with smile lines and greying hair, ellie seemingly softens infinitely.
“hey, kiddo,” he greets, crushing her in a hug so tight, she’s spluttering out a laugh.
“joel, i can’t breathe,” she wheezes.
you’re standing there awkwardly, backpack slung over your shoulder when joel finally loosens his hold on ellie and glances over her head.
“who’s this?” he asks, but the smile he wears is knowing.
“________, my roommate,” she introduces quickly, cheeks warming an awful shade of red as she begs every force above that joel won’t blow her cover.
because, okay, maybe ellie’s talked about you on the phone way more times than she’d care to admit out loud. talked about how intimidating you were at first, then graduated to talking about how you were actually so cool. and maybe she’d brought up the fact that she thought you were pretty. like...super pretty. and that maybe she was crushing a teensy bit.
“nice to meet you,” joel replies simply, sparing ellie this time around.
you let go of the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding onto, offering a smile that makes ellie wonder if she’ll survive the week with you in such a new proximity.
“nice to meet you, too,” you almost whisper, relaxing as he reaches for the backpack slung over your shoulder.
“here, let me take this for you,” he says.
and it doesn’t take you long to realize where ellie gets it from. her kind spirit and fierce yet gentle heart. joel is soft-spoken, a little rough around the edges, but a warm energy that radiates through the home he’s made for himself and ellie.
it makes infinitely more sense enter tommy and maria, her uncle and aunt who tell you the silliest stories about the starry-eyed girl in her youth over dinner. who bring out her boisterous laughter when they sing old 80’s music over dishes and evening TV.
“your family’s so cool,” you say in awe, wrapped in one of her coats she’d dug out of the closet under the stairs.
you’re nursing a mug of hot chocolate that steams in the icy air of jackson on her back porch.
ellie breathes out a little laugh.
“they’re something,” she jokes, watching you over the rim of her mug.
you make her heart thud hard in her chest as she takes you in, bundled in pieces of her that make her think that she wouldn’t mind making you hers.
“i miss times like these,” you whisper.
ellie shifts closer, catching you by surprise when her thumb swipes over the curve of your top lip.
“sorry,” she hums quietly. “you had...uh...”
you let out a hollow laugh and shake your head, tell her that it’s fine as a silence blankets the two of you.
“i’m glad you like them,” ellie admits softly. “sometimes i get a little self-conscious because, y’know, everyone expects a nuclear family and...”
“i’d take this any day,” you assure her, and the true implication of your words is latent, but something hopeful pricks her tummy.
i’d take this any day...with you.
and locking eyes with you usually scares her, usually makes her queasy with nerves because there’s always something searing in your gaze, but it’s like you see each other for the first time, no barriers.
ellie’s so close she can feel the warmth of your body coiling and drawing her in. her breath’s caught in her throat as she chances a glance at your mouth and her own lips begin to tingle.
she’s on the brink of asking if she can kiss you, but the back door is sliding open and two familiar faces are surfacing.
“williams!”
ellie’s daze melts away as she shifts to put distance between the two of you at the arrival of her friends.
“jess!” she calls. “dina!”
the moment clings heavy, but ellie writes it off. maybe she’s jumping the gun, reading too much into tender moments. it’s colored on your face, though, as she stands to meet her friends halfway, that the two of you are tethered and you feel it too.
ellie’s friends are another reflection of her character. they take you under their wings in the days leading up to the holiday with jesse teaching you to ride his minibike and dina telling you stories of their childhood while excitedly painting your nails pretty shades of autumnal colors because both jesse and ellie vehemently decline.
joel graciously relinquishes his kitchen to the four of you the day before thanksgiving. lets you guys gather around and bake an array of different desserts for tomorrow’s dinner over a few beers and winecoolers.
perhaps ellie’s a lightweight, you come to find, when she’s a lot more giggly and rosy-cheeked than she’d ever let anyone see. she’s feeling a little bubbly and you definitely don’t help the fact when you gaze upon her so fondly as you smear away the streaks of flour across her cheek.
jesse and dina are merely observers, watching with knowing grins as ellie practically melts against your touch.
and as the desserts cool on the kitchen island and the two of see jesse and dina out, ellie can’t keep her hazy eyes off of you. the two of you vote on a movie and she’s taking her usual seat in the right corner of the couch. it starts out with the two of you on opposite ends, but as the film plays, the space between you and ellie diminishes and she swears you can hear the way her heart’s pounding behind her ribcage with your ear pressed to her chest.
it’s uncharted territory considering ellie’s never been big on physical touch and she can’t even be sure that there's anything there, but you have to know. ellie’d mentioned past girlfriends, wasn’t really subtle when it came to wandering eyes on campus, hell, she’d even—
suddenly your arm’s tightening around the narrow of her waist and you’re nestling impossibly closer and christ, ellie can’t help herself when the coarse pads of her fingertips brush your jaw to catch your attention.
your gaze is illuminated by pixels and there’s a hitch in your breathing as you search her features for any hesitation. it’s long gone, you find, when ellie’s mouth is slotting yours, lips warm and tongue still flavored with sparkling wine.
ellie kisses like you’re air and she needs you to breathe. it’s almost embarrassing, way her body reacts to your proximity, how hot she us under the collar and achey as you move to straddle her. her fingertips are skimming down your spine, past the small of your back to take a—
your teeth sinking in the plump of her bottom lip and the way your soft palms find purchase against the rigid expanse of her tattooed abdomen is sobering. has her bony fingers cupping the flesh of your jaw.
“wait, wait,” she whispers, chest heaving and breaths shallow as she looks up at you.
the dust is starting to settle and you take in ellie’s kiss-bitten lips, swollen and slick. her pupils are blown wide, sweater riding up to reveal reddened flesh like you’ve branded her. you lean back.
“fuck,” you whisper. “fuck, i’m so sorry.”
ellie’s mouth is drying.
“why are you sorry?” she whispers.
you seem to chew on your words, eyes teary and expression scared.
“why are you sorry?” ellie repeats, not caring enough to mask the hitch in her voice as she pries.
“you’re always so fucking good to me, ellie,” you whimper. “you’re a great roommate and an even better friend and—”
ellie blows out a deep sigh, falls slack against the cushions as she levels you with an indiscernible look in her eye.
“don’t do that,” she breathes.
“ellie.”
“c’mon, you know me better than that,” she says, tone tinged with annoyance. “you don’t have to let me down easy. you can be honest.”
and color you confused because how couldn’t she fathom that you’ve fallen and head first at that? she’s reading it all wrong, you realize, when defeat shutters over her pretty face.
“i—”
the floorboards outside the den creak and ellie’s pushing you off just as the door squeaks open to reveal joel’s aging face.
he reads the room a moment, decides to blow by the sheen in your eyes and ellie’s rigid posture.
“tommy and maria are leaving, kiddo,” he says. “if you wanna say bye.”
ellie nods, stands and leaves you in the television-illuminated room.
you realize she won’t come back for you when the telltale sound of the front door closes and the stairs seem to groan under her weight.
it’s half past two in the morning when you slip from the den, glass of water condensating on a coaster as you try to collect yourself on the screened-in deck out back.
the icy chill stings your lungs, makes you gulp in breath after breath. the night’s starting to dawn you, the gravity of the situation overwhelming you enough to choke.
“fuck,” you whisper, that familiar feeling of dread squeezing your chest.
meanwhile, ellie can’t sleep. has been staring at the ceiling of her childhood bedroom for the past two and a half hours. you’re all she can think of. pliant curves of your body settling over hers to fit like you two were made for each other, the smell of your subtle perfume, the taste of your mouth.
and she wants to be annoyed, angry at the fact, but she’d brought you all the way here, extricated you from your comfort zone and showed you parts of her she wouldn’t dream of revealing to anyone else.
she recalls the resignation in your tone on the drive up, how you’d divulged the dysfunction of your family and the troubles you carried with you as a result. it’d be your first holiday with someone other than yourself for a while and she’d be damned if it soured because she couldn’t push her feelings aside.
the tv’s off and the blanket’s folded when she musters up enough courage to enter the den again, heart sinking to her ass when she slides back into the kitchen and finds that the sliding door to the back deck is cracked ever so slightly.
she’s seen you in a lot of ways these past eleven-odd months she’s known you, but she’s never seen you like this, hands over your heart and chest heaving like you’re trying to ground yourself.
when your watery gaze swings to her, ellie’s melting, cushion sinking as she settles next to you.
“sorry,” you whisper shakily. “i don’t—”
ellie’s shifting to face you, arms winding around your shoulders as one hand comes up to cradle the back of your head.
“let’s talk about it later,” ellie offers softly. “we can just go to bed for now and—”
“i really, really like you, ellie,” you say in one breath, and it has her body locking up, the audible catch of her inhale sounding near your ear.
“but?”
“no buts,” you admit. “just that i don’t want you to think that i kissed you because you’re being nice to me. well, i guess you’re always nice to me. it’s one of the reasons why i…”
and ellie doesn’t mean to tune you out, but you’re so fucking cute and so sweet and she shouldn’t have doubted you or herself because you’re hiccuping and shivering and—
you taste better the second time around. now ellie’s a little less unsure, still a little nervous because you’re the first girl to make her feel like this and she doesn’t want the bubble she’s built around the two of you in this corner of her little world to burst, but kissing you feels so right.
she’s dragging you back inside, past the den and up the stairs, and maybe the two of you do things you shouldn’t in her twin size bed in her childhood room when her dad’s only a few walls away, but she can’t help herself. not when you’ve always been an arm’s length away and she can finally have you.
it isn’t until the two of you lay under the dim glimmer of the glow-in-the dark stars pasted to her ceiling, her face pressed in your neck, that she says it.
“i really, really like you, too,” she whispers. “i realized i didn’t say it back.”
but it’s not like she needs to. you knew that already.
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A quick one before the eternal worm devours Seattle (18+ smut fic)
sexworker!ellie making tutorial videos for inexperienced lesbians, where you're her model that she uses for demonstrating how to properly fuck a girl.
imagine a video, where you're bent down, your butt is sticking up in the air, your whole ass and glistening pussy to display, while Ellie sits by your side, one arm holding you steady, while the other ( the tattooed one) is sliding two fingers, middle and ring finger, into your sobbing pussy.
your whole indecency is showing and your cries and whines can be heard, along with the wet sounds your pussy is making, while Ellie is mercilessly finger fucking you, grunting out praises from time to time.
"yeah.. that's it..this is how you properly treat a pretty girl like her".
Hiii friend! So this is my first time ever making/asking for a request, so I’m sorry if I goof somewhere or don’t make a lot of since.. ,:)
But my request is, do you think you can do an Abby Anderson/Female reader, with Abby being a dom!brat tamer and the reader being a brat? And the reader was acting up and so Abby punishes the reader with spankings and the likes (also like maybe small spit kink if you’re comfortable with that)(*bonus*would be great if Abby has a strap on!) I just really wanna see a f!reader getting punished and hella dicked down, with aftercare!
Take care you lovely person! <3
━ 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, SMUT, established relationship, hard/rough sex, spankings, mentions of pain and liking it, punishments, color system, strap on use ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), strap sucking ( reader ), choking, spit kink, pet names, jealousy, abby being a dick, hickies, kissing, SUB DROP, crying?, fluff and aftercare, dom!abby, sub!reader, light drinking, mentions of weed, SUPER LONG
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/ I SPENT SO LONG ON THIS I CAN'T READ IT AGAIN
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'VE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR 4 HOURS JUST TODAY!! I put my old authorussy into this y'all I hope you enjoy it!! thank you so much and I hope you take care lovely anon!! You did great!!
REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED
The entire room smelled like alcohol and weed, your mind dazed as you rested against Abby's shoulder while kicking your legs that were on either side of her own, accidentally wacking her calf every few minutes earning a grumble from your girlfriend.
You were deathly bored, but Abby didn't care, letting you have a sip of her liquor every now and again to keep you happy. But it didn't have the same effect anymore giving the huffy and puffy nature you had now with your arms crossed and a cute little pout on your lips.
"Can we go now?" You asked her quietly, her fingers pulling down the part of your skirt in between your thighs to conceal your white panties.
The boy across from you both having tried a bit too hard to see up to them causing Abby to glare him down, and him to look away.
"In a minute." You murmured something in response and grabbed the hand that wasn't tight around your waist, messing with her fingers.
"I wanna go now." "I said in a minute. Here." She handed you the can in her hand, letting you take a gulp before pulling it away and from your grabby hands getting a glare from you.
"I wasn't done." "Yeah you are." You blew out a breath, moving a few of her baby hairs in the process while your hand wrapped around her braid letting it tickle your palm.
"Why?" You knew she hated when you'd question her over your wellbeing, Abby knew you best and she knew how to take care of you. She hated when you'd go against it, because you'd always come crawling back to her begging to be taken care of.
"Because then I'd have to take care of you tomorrow instead of having a day off." You twisted the braid around your finger. "But I thought you loved me?" You said quietly making her chuckle, looking down at you while you stared entranced by your own hand.
"I do, just not enough to clean up your puke at five a.m." You wanted to laugh but you were too antsy, twisting and turning while kicking your feet letting your skirt ride up again for her to have to pull back down once more.
Much to her frustration as she tugged it back over your pretty panties for what seemed like the fifth time that night.
"Stop moving." "I can't Abby, I'm bored..." You dragged the word out, reaching for the can hoping she'd let you sip once more, but again she pulled it back. "What did I say?" Her free hand pushed your face to look at her, everyone around you distracted at the conversation happening throughout the room between the boys.
"I'm bored." You stated once more.
"I heard you the first time, thanks." "Don't be a dick." "Excuse you?" She laughed, almost expecting you to be joking with her.
"What if I asked Kyle to take me home, think he would?"
Her grip tightened, jaw clenching while her eyes met your snarky smile. Staring forward at him while you continued to kick your legs again and again, back and forth and back causing the skirt to ride up on your thighs once more.
"You want him to?" You turned to meet her cold stare while shrugging. "At least he'd let me drink. And maybe let me have more fun after that.." That was it, her hand hit your thigh with a light smack gathering the attention of none but you who flinched at the sudden contact.
"Stop Y/n." "I wanna leave." She stared at you for a moment's time, letting the thick unbreathable tension settle for another long few seconds.
If there was one thing Abby despised, was you looking at other people. Teasing her about some guy or girl that you'd see when you weren't getting your way.
Your way of pushing her and it always did make her fall or at least stumble.
"Then get up."
You stood up with a kick of your legs, not bothering to pull down the back of your skirt while turning around to face Abby. The woman standing from the couch and tall in front of your frame, your eyes meeting her own grayish ones.
"Try not to suck each other's dicks dry by tomorrow idiots." The boys threw a few insults and comments back along with laughter towards her as she guided you out of the room, tugging the fabric down in the back while you skipped right into the hallway.
"Of course." She heard you say while you stomped off towards your door. "You never let me have any fun, and you're upset?" She then heard you add.
She was quiet once more so you continued on, digging your grave deeper and deeper,
"You don't pay attention to me and then you get mad at me for wanting it." You huffed coming up to your shared room, staring at Abby, waiting for her to unlock it.
"Once we get inside–" She unlocked the door.
"–on your knees."
And you complied, grumbling as you made your way to your side of the bed happy to be getting some mind from her, kicking off your shoes while glancing at Abby staring you down from the doorway.
A smirk playing on her lips while she watched.
Looking down at the bed again you knelt, your knees hitting the hardwood floor, staring at the wall on the other side of the bed. The paint chipped and worn, posters you've both collected covering most of it up.
"Nothing but the skirt." She said, shutting the door and locking it.
Your hands crossed over your front, tugging off your shirt exposed your white lace covered bra. Setting aside your top before Abby's hand appeared under your chin, tilting your head up to meet her eyes, your hands wrapped around your body to unhook the lingerie from your torso.
"Open."
Your mouth parted taking in her thumb as your straps slipped down your arms exposing your chest for her to take in. A smile gracing her face feeling your tongue swirling around the pad of her finger, your eyes never leaving her own.
Even once her thumb pushed back out of your mouth, dragging your spit along your pouting lips.
"Stay." She walked off again leaving you to watch her go, a familiar black box rising from a bottom dresser drawer.
Your belly sunk to the bottoms of your knees, looking forward at the sheets once more, Abby appearing in front of you after a moment, this time adorning a bulge in her jeans and an angry expression.
"Up." You stood up and got into her lap, staring at her smiling mouth. "You know what to do babe."
"No... not that, anything but that.."
You tried you did and she gave you props for it begging for her the entire night and finally getting what you wanted. But, she wasn't gonna let you off the hook that easily. You tried.
But it only got you nowhere but laid in her lap, hugging her knee as her hand came to the edge of your short, short skirt.
Her fingers twisting and messing with the thin fabric before it was pulled over the curve of your sheer covered ass.
"Color?" "Green." You huffed.
Manny taught Abby that, saying an older guy from watch taught him and he thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Joking that he'd use it if he cared.
Little did he know,
Abby tugged your panties down your legs,
that it would be put to good use.
"Do you think Kyle would want to see you like this? Count." She smacked your ass making you jump. "One." You said quietly, your cunt squeezing at nothing as a response.
"Answer me Y/n." She spanked you again, this time you didn't jump, a few tears beginning to prick your eyes from the pain.
"Yes. Two." "Do you want him to?"
Smack.
"No. Three."
The sting was delicious yet burned on your soft skin, wanting her to comfort you but it never came.
It was a punishment, bad girls don't get rewards and comfort until they've been dealt with and apologize.
"How many do you think should be good?" You didn't answer getting you another harsh form of contact. "I'm not sure. Four." "What about..."
Slap.
"Five?" "Five." You counted as she spoke at the same time.
"Color?" "Green." You whimpered, wiping your face on her pant leg while holding her thigh tight, as tight as you could from the awkward position you laid in.
"What about a few more? Huh baby?" Abby teased with a chuckle her head then moved to carress your sore asscheeks, rubbing in comforting circles over your hurt skin. Teasing the ache between your legs.
Spank.
"Six."
Again.
"Seven."
And again.
"Eight."
Another.
"Nine."
And another.
"Ten."
"Think that's enough." You sniffled, trailing your nail over her fabric covered knee, feeling her comforting the irritated flesh on your ass.
"Sit up babe." You moved to get up and on your knees, steadying yourself by grabbing her shoulder. Her knuckle coming up to wipe your wet cheeks with an adoring smile to go along.
"You did so good." She got you to finally meet her gaze, seeing that lovely sparkle enter your eyes again.
"Do you want me to prep you?" You then asked in almost a whisper, Abby having to move forward to make sure she heard you correctly. Or at all from how quiet you were.
"Aw, the baby wants to help now?" She teased, moving your arms away so she could see your tits, circling one of your nipples with her finger. "Yes please." "Then get down there."
You dipped down back to the floor on your knees, hurrying to unzip her jeans and let the fake cock inside spring free. Looking at it with uncertainty before you met the eyes of your girlfriend, waiting on you to do what you'd asked to.
"Y/n." Without another word a string of spit passed your lips onto the head of the fake dick, your hand running up and down the silicone until Abby got impatient.
"It's not gonna bite babe, open.." You let your jaw go slack, Abby pushing your head down onto the fake body part, almost laughing as you choked on its size, tears welling up in your eyes once more while she made you begin to bob up and down.
"Is it too much for you? Aw..." You mumbled out a response, a 'no' to you and a muffled noise to Abby who laughed out loud this time, pushing your flyaways from your face to see your eyes. Straining yourself to meet Abby's, the girl cooing at you for this.
"You look so fucking pretty choking on my dick." Saliva collected at the corners of your lips and dribbled towards your chin. "Say thank you." You pulled away, croaking out a few quiet words of graditution moving to go back to your task when she stopped you.
"You think I should fuck you now?" "I dunno.."
At that she shoved your head back down hearing you gag on the plastic and grip her strong calves for support below. Tears falling down your warm cheeks, loving the dizziness of your loss of air.
Your pussy aching and pained from how ignored it was getting. Wetness seeping onto your legs underneath your body as you continued to sit in the same haggard position.
"Color?" "Green."
"Do you think Kyle would want you to suck his dick?" She asked, leaning back on a hand, the other gripping your hair while you choked on your words.
"I think he would. I think he'd leave you high and dry, because he doesn't know how to take care of you, does he?"
She gripped your head up and made you look at her, chin glistening and sucking in deep breaths of oxygen, your lungs burning and screaming for a break.
"No, only you do." "Then why do you do shit like that?" You weren't sure if it was rhetorical, if Abby wanted you to answer her or not, but the silence was deafening.
"Because I wanted you to pay attention to me."
It was so cute Abby had to grin.
"So you acted like a brat?" She tilted her head as she asked.
"Yes. I'm sorry." "Are you though?" You nodded quickly. "Words baby." "Yes Abby I'm really sorry. I wanna be a good girl now."
"Get up here." You crawled up onto the bed again, Abby leaving you alone on the mattress to undress herself while you laid back onto the soft surface.
Your knees weak already from your place on the ground a few moments before.
"Take the skirt off." She said, unclipping her own bra while you pushed down the garment and practically threw it across the place. "Hands and knees pretty girl." And you complied, flipping onto your belly and sticking your ass up into the hair for her, feeling a chill run through you and against your slick cunt.
"You did so good prepping me. Look how wet you are from just that." The fake head teased your slit, Abby's warm hands gripping your hips and rubbing little circles with her thumbs. "Please Abby..."
And without another thought she bottomed out, a light scream admitting from your lips when the fake cock pushed into your plush walls and grazed your special spot. Your hands gripping the comforter with all of your strength making your knuckles ache.
"Oh fuck.." With another yank your ass smacked against her making sure she was fully inside you with a nice skin smacking sound to compliment, loud moans tumbling for your lips.
"Color?" You breathed. "Green."
And with that she began to screw into you, slamming her bare hips against your own letting the plastic pleasure you while she all but fell on top of your body and scooped you up and back into her chest.
Fucking into your sopping cunt that created loud wet sounds to fill up the four walled room.
"Ab–Abb–Abby–y–" She kissed along your neck and your nape, continuing her abuse of your pussy, the rough pads of her fingers collecting your wetness in order to circle your pretty clit, looking at her over your shoulder.
"You look so fucking pretty.." "Oh.. oh fu–ck–k.."
"Who makes you feel good?"
"Y–ou Ab–by.."
"That's right baby.." Her fingers continued to toy with you pussy, still fucking into you as the coil in your bell wound up tighter and tighter threatening to snap if she continued her pace.
And it wasn't like she didn't notice, hearing your unintelligible babbles grow louder, and your hands tense more to keep yourself up.
"Think they can hear you?" She then smirked against your skin, picking you up so she held your entire body up as she fucked you.
Slapping your cunt when you didn't respond.
"I h–hope.." "Well aren't you a slut." "Yo– your slu–slut Abby." You cried, clawing at her forearm that you held tight creating red marks along her freckled flesh and she fucking loved it.
"Yeah, yeah you are."
"I'm gonna cum Abby.." "Yeah?"
You nodded hurriedly, staring to fall forward again but she wouldn't allow it, keeping you both up while she rested on her knees.
"Can I cum, please, please, please let me cum pl–" "Do it. Cum babe."
And you did with a scream, dropping onto the mattress but she didn't slow down. Letting you go to grip onto your thighs and pull you closer.
"Abby– stop too much–" "What's your color baby?"
You couldn't speak for a moment, mouth wide open as choked noises passed by.
"Y/n. I'll stop." It wasn't harsh, no she was really asking, making sure you were good to go, but you made sure she knew you were.
"Green! Fuck it's green!" "That's my girl."
Her hips never stopped fucking into you, drawing out your orgasm until you could feel another one beginning to come to the brink of your belly.
"Abby please.." "Please what?" "I wann–wanna see you.."
The woman didn't hesitate to flip you over onto your back, only pausing for a second before she continued to screw her hips into your own. Leaning down to kiss your swollen, glistening lips feeling you pushing towards her – wanting more.
"Open your mouth pretty girl." And you did, Abby's hand grabbing your face to keep it as still as possible. The cock still moving in and out of yourself as you happily did what she asked.
Wanting everything that she wanted to give you. A string of spit soon falling out and into your own mouth a command to swallow following.
"Good girl." You grinned at her through your sweat, spit and tears, feeling your orgasm arriving once more. "I'm gonna cum again.."
Abby pushed your leg aside and as far up as it would go giving her better access into your hole, beginning to rub your clit once more.
"You've been so good.." She muttered, biting at the flesh of your collarbone and neck sure to leave visible marks for everyone to see tomorrow. "Please, please.." "Go ahead." "Oh fuck!"
Your head fell back, digging into the bed while your back arched upward towards Abby.
"That's my good girl, that's it." Her hips slowed, holding you while she continued moving in and out, rubbing your clit as you came down for the first time, your breathing the only sound in the room beside the light wet circling of your sensitive nub.
"I'm not done with you yet." She pushed your knees nearly to the mattress from how wide she kept you spread, looking down at where the plastic sat inside your pretty hole keeping you filled up.
"To think you wanted to show this to him earlier. All because I wasn't paying enough attention to you." She grabbed your face and got so close you could feel her breath against your mouth.
"Fucking brat."
She kissed you just as she slammed deep inside you once more, her hand taking its place on your neck this time. Swallowing up your loud cries – pulling away to hear your girlish whines and babbles with a laugh.
"Aww, think you can give me one more?" You nodded, humming loudly while you desperately tried to tell her yes. "Mhm, mhm.." "Fuck you're adorable."
"Abby.. I can't.." You shook your head, getting another kiss from your girlfriend. "Yes you can, cause you're my good girl, right?"
Tears flooded your face from the amount of pleasure that came in high waves. You shook your head though.
"I don't wa–ant the stra–ap anymo–ore.."
Abby didn't say anything, still playing with your clit but her hips had stopped, coming to a pause while she unstrapped the fake cock. Keeping you moaning and grabbing for her arm while her fingers still continued to go around and around your bud.
"Clean it off if you want me to keep going." You complied leaning forward and letting her shove the fake cock down your throat once more, tasting yourself on the plastic silicone.
It then abruptly left as Abby tossed it aside, leaning down to take a long lick up your slit.
"Oh! Oh fuck! Abby.." Her palms flattened against your inner thighs and pushed them away her tongue invading your hole that was already used and abused by her. Fingers dancing around your clit while you stared her down the entirety of the time – hands slowly inching towards her head.
"No." She grabbed your hand with her free one, intertwining your fingers while her tongue pushed back and forth making your legs shake even worse then they were.
"Faster please Abby, faster–" "Don't get greedy baby." You whined again, squeezing her hand once more when her mouth moved up to press a deep kiss to your clit.
Then she moved back down to your hole, deepening her reach watching your head fly back in response. Your body writhing and squirming against her hold on it.
"Abby..." "You gonna cum baby?" You nodded quickly, already close due to how overstimulated you already were. "More.." You muttered, wondering if she'd scold you again but this time she smirked up at you, dragging you closer to her face.
Fucking you even deeper with her tongue then you could handle, trying your best to tug your lower half away from her mouth.
"Too much.." "One more." You shook and shuddered, it was like fireworks erupted throughout your body, or how you assumed fireworks would feel, trying to cover your mouth but her hands just continued pulling them away from your face.
Her assault on your cunt never ending as you came trying to push her head away. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Abby!"
"See? I said you could take it." She nuzzled into your thighs, pressing light kisses to them before backing up.
Her eyes landing on your fucked out face and your far off gaze. Lost in your dazed mind trying to regain your composure that was lost long ago.
"You did so good."
She sat up, softly kissing your forehead and then your nose. Then another on your lips, finally feeling you react but just barely kissing her back.
"I'm gonna clean you up, okay babe?" You hummed but still grabbed her when she walked off, watching her tall muscular body dress quickly and leave to grab what she needed.
It was then where it seemed a huge weight fell on top of you, looking around for Abby despite knowing she wasn't there.
Almost on the verge of tears until she hurriedly returned and appeared at your side, holding you while she began the cleanup process, one you both hated and loved.
"Here babe." She handed you some water, helping you to drink it, your body still shaking before you cuddled into her chest and began to cry, holding her shirt while she cleaned between your legs, muttering praise into your hair.
"I love you..." You whispered, whimpering when she ran the rag too harshly against you. "I love you more. Sorry." She kissed your forehead as you slowly calmed yourself, taking another drink of the water.
"S'okay." Finally she reached beside herself and grabbed the extra clothes she'd already set out in the very beginning, tugging one of her shirts over your head.
"M'sorry for being a brat." Abby knew that by tomorrow you'd find another thing to act up about, but she took it, because those cute doe eyes seemed to have a leash on her.
"I know baby." You stared off again for a moment. "Are you mad at me?" If you weren't so out of it you'd think that was a silly question, but you asked Abby it every time, looking up at her expecting her to say 'yes'.
But she never did, it's what made her smile every time.
"No, could never be mad at you. You just have to listen to me." She saw you smile just a bit, tracing her neck with your nail. "M'kay." Finally you moved so that Abby could slide your new underwear and pants on, laughing when you grabbed her and pulled her back down with you onto the bed.
"I gotta turn the lamp off." "Later." You murmured, digging your face into her chest, the blankets still underneath you both, the lamp left on, but you weren't going to let her go, you'd probably cry if she did get up again.
"I love you." She then muttered against your forehead, kissing it once more. But you were already nearly asleep.
aN: HOUSE OF DRAGON IS SOSOSOOSOSOS GOOD!
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