part 2 as promised 😚 and on everyones soul i will be writing more cowgirl!abby i’m obsessed. not proofread yet so it might be rough in some spots
cross-posted on ao3
cw (r!receiving for all unless specified): porn with a plot, some fluff, dirty talk, pet names, banter, teasing, slut shaming, light degradation, praise kink, ab riding (r! rides a!), face sitting, pussy eating, fingering, strapping, ass play if you squint, strap sucking (a!receiving), slight dom/sub (both vers tho), they basically just go at it like animals tbh, manhandling, strap referred to as dick and cock, masturbation, spitting, rough sex, spanking, squirting, edging, implications of sex, implications of becoming fuck buddies
word count: 3.7k
!!men dni!!
Abby’s steady hand stays on the small of your back the entire time both of you veer towards the doors of the bar. As you exit, the cool night air kisses your skin sending a soft shiver down your spine. Abby guides you through the dusty parking lot towards a beat up red truck. “Here w’go,” her voice low in your ear while she ushers you towards the passenger’s side, body behind yours as she almost pins you to the rear door.
Her left hand unhooks the carabiner from her belt loop, passing it off to her right and then it immediately finds your waist again. The key sliding into the door, unlocking it with a click. “‘F ya change your mind at any point, I’ll turn around ‘nd drive back. No hard feelins,” her voice gentle. “I can assure you that will not be happenin’.” your right arm going to open the passenger door for yourself but gets cut short by Abby’s sturdy hand, which pushes your arm back into place followed by the door being opened for you; “I might be tryin’ to get in your pants, but I still got some class.”
The inside of the truck is nicer than you expected: softly worn brown leather covering the bench-style seating, steering wheel and dash covered in a tortoise shell enamel. The lack of seat belts is slightly nerve-racking as she drives down the bumpy gravel road, but it also gives you an idea. You slide off your boots, swinging your legs up and resting your feet on the bench—knees falling open as you do so.
Abby’s breath catches in her throat, eyes briefly flicking down to the growing dark patch on your lacy pink thong. She clears her throat and focuses back to driving. “Y’tryna veer us off the road sweetheart?” her voice pitches down. With eyes back on the highway, her hand grabs your calf, pulling you towards her, legs now across hers. You bite your lip at how easily she dos so; “Just showin’ you what you’re in for.”
Abby hums in response, hand trailing up your leg, resting high on your inner thigh and pinky—ever so slightly—brushing your clit through the fabric. A whine escapes from you when the truck hits a pothole, Abby’s pinky pressing hard against the nerves. “You put that on thinkin’ bout easy access or somethin’?” she asks, hand still firmly planted just by your core. “It was more of me knowing ’ it looked hot.” Abby nods, briefly turning her head towards you and squeezing your thigh, “Ain’t no denyin’ that part.”
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The truck is filled with lust and tension by the time the wheels crunch on the gravel of Abby’s driveway. As soon as she puts it in park and turns off the ignition, you climb onto her lap straddling her. Your lips clash against hers and your tongue works its way into her mouth, tasting her and swallowing the whines that leave her throat. Breaking apart, your hands trail up over her wife pleaser, feeling her shoulders as you help her shrug off the green flannel she has on overtop. She tosses it into the backseat, grabbing your face and kissing you once more. Hands are everywhere; caressing waists, squeezing tits, running down arms, trailing up abs. “Anyone ever ridden these before?” you murmur against her lips, middle finger running along the muscles, twitching under your touch. Abby bites your bottom lip, she pulls away, “No, but if you beg I might let you.”
“Oh baby, I don’t beg.” You reach down and pull a lever on the side of the bench, Abby falling with it as it lays flat, meeting the edge of the backseat. “Take off your shirt.” you command, her face stunned and irises almost completely taken over by black. Your gaze gets hungrier as she softly grunts sitting up and pulling her shirt off, muscles rippling, making your already soaked cunt even wetter. You place your fingers underneath the band of her sports bra, looking at her before going further. “Please,” Abby’s voice needy, the pads of your thumbs graze her hardened nipples before you pull the bra off. Your eyes immediately fall to the gorgeous set of small tits in front of you. “So fuckin’ pretty.” A hand pushes her back down so she’s laying flat, and you pull your own top over your head.
Your nipples graze hers when you bend over to kiss her again, both of you letting a soft sound into the other’s mouth. Abby holds onto your hips, sliding you onto her stomach and she slowly guides them into a rocking motion. “Fuuck y’re s’wet,” she groans, “Bet those pretty panties are ruined.” Her hands trail up your stomach, taking squeezing the fat of your tits and pinching your nipples— your clit pulses, causing you grind down harder as you chase the feeling. You take her hands off of you and pin them above her head, chest spilling in her face. A groan comes from the blonde underneath you, sucking marks into the skin of your breast and her tongue circling your perked nipples.
“God, look atcha,” you gasp as you roll your hips, “Could so easily overpower me but you’re lettin’ me use you like a fucktoy instead.” Abby’s mouth is immediately unlatched from your skin, clearly taking your words as a challenge. She easily unpins herself from your grasp, seeing your shocked expression she quips: “What? Ya didn’t think I’d actually letcha win, did ya baby?” her hands push you down and off of her stomach, your slick leaving it gleaming in the moonlight. “Y’talk a lot of game for someone who’s just gonna a be hole for me to use in a few minutes.” you attempt to rut against her belt buckle, clit twitching at the dirty words leaving the woman underneath you. Abby holds your hips still, a low chuckle coming from her: “Thought ya said y’weren’t an easy lay.” her left arm reaching over to open the driver’s door before lifting you out. “I haven’t fucked no one for over a year,” you feel the need to justify your reaction. “Then I’ll just hafta do an extra good job wearin’ y’out.” Abby swings you over her shoulder fireman style, kicking the truck closed.
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“Oh Goddamn.” gasps fall from Abby as you lick her abs clean of your slick, siren eyes staring back up at her. You lick one long stripe from underneath her bellybutton up to the column of her hickey-covered throat, your hands kneading her perfect tits and pinching her rosy nipples. You get on your tip toes to kiss her properly, her hands scooping under your ass and lifting you up. She walks forward for quite a few strides, mouth still on yours and puts you down on her couch.
Her lips trail down your neck and chest, leaving deep purple bruises before soothing then over with her tongue. “‘M dyin’ to get a taste of this pussy darlin’.” Abby looks up at you with hungry eyes, hands resting on the button of your miniskirt. You lift up your hips to let her slip the rest of your clothing off. Your legs falling apart as she takes her thumbs and spreads the lips apart, “Oh God,” your groan coming from deep within, the lack of sex in the past year clearly making you more sensitive than you thought. “So pretty.” Abby coos, still holding your folds open for her. She spits on your clit (completely unnecessary as you’re dripping down your thighs) and the feeling of the warmth hitting your twitching clit elicits a whimper from your lips. Her thumb lazily grazing circles around the nerves.
“Tell me what ya want.” Abby’s tone turns commanding, a warmth jolting in your core and your pussy leaks more. “I w-want t’be eaten out.”
“Yeah? Who d’ya wanna get eaten out by? Tell me baby.”
“You,” hips bucking towards her mouth, which pulls away from your core ever so slightly. You whine, “Abbyyy fuckin’ do it already.”
“Say please.” a smug grin taking over her face when she looks up at you, resulting in an eyeroll from you, begrudgingly complying; “Please Abby, need m’ pussy eaten so bad.”
“There we go, good girl.” she murmurs almost against your slick folds. Licking a long stripe from your hold to your clit before hooking her arms around your thighs. Your hand flies down, tangling in her hair as your soft moans fill the room. Abby circles your clit with her tongue, sucking it in between her lips and flicking it, all while resting a finger against the bottom of your hole. “Need you inside,” you moan as Abby repeats the motions in a beautiful rhythm. Her thick middle finger sliding into you, Abby moans into your cunt as your walls suck her in, your eyes rolling back at the vibration. She pumps the digit in and out, tongue now just flicking your clit— jolts of pleasure travelling up your body each time tongue lashes against flesh. Abby’s index finger joins her middle, spreading and stretching you open. When she finally curls the fingers up onto your G-spot your back arches off the couch and you cry out. “Yes! Fuck right there!” Abby, being the good listener she is, hits that spot over and over.
The coil in your lower abdomen is on the verge of snapping now, moans falling from you and filling the room. You’ve discovered that tugging the blonde braid up to get her closer makes her moan, Abby’s own hums only adding to the stimulation. “‘M g’na cuuum, ‘m so-oo close fuuuck.” your pussy clenches around Abby’s fingers, legs beginning to shake. And then you’re empty, her fingers pulling out with a wet pop.
“W- The fuck was at for?” you scowl down at the blonde, pulling the braid her hair is pulled into, “Mmmh relax pretty, jus’ wanna see ya cummin’ on my dick.” You can’t hell the desperate sound that comes out of you.
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Your eyes water as you gag on Abby’s thick 8 inch clear dildo hitting the back of your throat, “Fuck y’look so good like this,” her tone low and breathy as the base of the strap grinds against her clit. She hasn’t even bothered taking her jeans off. There was no need, with the harness on underneath the entire night all she had to do was quickly attach the silicone dick. Her high whines have you soaked, one of your hands letting go of the fabric covering her ass and sneaking between your own legs. Abby’s bottom lip is raw from how much she’s bitten it, “Mhh, y’get turned on suckin’ my cock?” she asks, voice husky. You sink down onto two of you digits easily, eyes rolling back as the plastic dick muffles your moan. “Y-yeah ride y’fingers f’mee, fuck ‘m g’na cum.” Abby’s hand grasping your hair as she shudders with a soft cry, pulling the strap out of your mouth.
Abby’s muscled arms bend you over the edge of her bed, a feral groan coming from her as she spreads your cheeks apart, weeping pussy fluttering around nothing. “Fuck,” she groans, you hear her spit and feel it trickling down your ass. Abby teases around your pussy, “Quit it. Fuck me already,” you almost snap, voice strained and high. A chuckle comes from the woman behind you, she lines the tip up with your entrance. “Y’sure you can handle it? I ain’t goin’ easy on y-“ You don’t say anything and just push back onto the strap, which easily slides in. A strangled moan leaves your lips when Abby meets your movement with a thrust of her own, bottoming out. Her hips are against your thighs, not moving yet. Your arms get pinned behind your back, and you feel yourself fluttering around the dick. Abby leans over to whisper in your ear, the toy hitting your cervix and you cry out. “So eager huh? Just want me to use you don’t ya?”
Without even thinking you feel yourself wiggling your hips, trying to get some stimulation. “Be patient.” Abby tells you, words dripping with enjoyment. When she finally starts fucking into you, your eyes roll back and your moans fall from you uncontrollably. Your legs fall out from underneath you while Abby’s movements hit every spot you need, you’re drooling onto her bed before you can even register. She lets go of your hands which immediately grasp onto the sheets as your cries get louder. “Ab- Abby ‘m gonna- ahhh!” You feel one of her calloused hands pushing down on your back, which makes the feeling of your walls being hit by all the ridges of her strap more stimulating. “Oh my God! ‘m cummin’!” you almost scream, your legs off the floor as your knees bend. “Fuuuck.” Abby groans, “Y’look like such a slut when y’cum for me baby.”
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Lying back on the bed as you begin lowering yourself on her strap again, Abby’s eyes are heavy and her mouth is slightly agape. Pussy still sensitive, you whimper when you bottom out, leaning forward and grasping Abby’s strong shoulders while you start rocking your hips slowly to ease yourself into another round. Your soft gasps fill the room, Abby’s hungry voice joining it, “C’mon baby, ride like you mean it.” It’s impossible not to listen to her needy tone. Your hips roll with more urgency, and you grasp your breasts with a hand, squeezing one while the other bounces. That, along with the wet sound of the strap getting sucked in and out you making Abby’s neck strain back, a vein popping and a gasp leaving her at the visual and audial stimulation. “Yeah,” the whimper comes from her without constraint.
“You like watchin’ me ride this dick baby?” You coo, thumb brushing her lips as she nods frantically, hips grinding up into you evoking a loud moan as you grind down, pushing two of your fingers into her mouth. The feeling of her throat relaxing and the warm muscle of her tongue wrapping around your digits is what sends you buckling over on top of her with a cry, legs shaking. Abby’s strong hands grab your ass and holds you down as she fucks up into you, chasing her own release. She squeezes the fat as she arches, her own orgasm hitting her. The two of you gasp in tandem, hair sticking to foreheads as the room fills with the smell of salt and sex. “Needa see what your ass looks like when you’re ridin’ baby.” Abby pants after a few moments, helping you slide off the strap. “So you were thinkin’ about that when I was on the bull?” a smile forming on your face, “Shut up,” Abby’s already flushed cheeks darkening as if her fantasizing is dirtier than anything the two of you have been up to all night.
Soon enough you find yourself in reverse cowgirl, the strap hitting spots deeper than before. Abby’s moans now join yours, as she sees the inside of your pussy through the clear of the strap, pulling your ass apart to get a better look, “Oh my God y’re soakin’ me,” her hips undulating against your own grinds. “Fuuuck, yes,” your eyes roll back as you feel the sensations reverberating deep inside you, shooting up your body—Abby’s palming of your backside only tightening the knot getting made low in your gut. “Slap it.” your words come out a strained beg. Abby’s hand comes down on your ass, your hips buck forwards, one of the ridges of the strap catching a spot inside you, “harder.” Again. And again, and again. “Oh God ‘m close,” you call out, and feel a thumb run down the seam of your ass, “This okay?” You swallow harshly before your voice wobbles “Yeah.” The tight circles against the puckering hole have your legs shaking, the squelching sounds coming from your pussy increase. When the knot finally snaps, you feel a gush coming from you, “O-ohhh” Abby shudders from underneath you.
Climbing off and laying beside her, your eyes notice the absolute mess on her jeans and the bed, “Oh my God I’m so sorry-“
“Don’t apologize pretty,” a strong arm wrapping around you, “It was hot as hell.”
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Bzzzzt. Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzt
You groan, opening your eyes which allows the brightness of the room to cause your head to pound. Abby is asleep next to you, her expression much softer than that of the one she has while awake. Less harsh. Your arm reaches over to the nightstand Abby insisted you charge your phone on after your activities ended last night. The screen far too bright when you squint and bring it to your face. “Oh shit,”
dinaaa: 14 missed FaceTime calls - now
dinaaa: what time r u coming home? - Today, 8:37am
dinaaa: do u even have service out there? - Today, 8:15am
dinaaa: kk going to bed, call me asap - Today, 2:44am
dinaaa: let me know where you end up - Today, 12:07am
ellie: text dina back she’s being paranoid - Today, 12:03am
dinaaa: r u coming back in or going home w her???? - Yesterday, 11:46pm
You read the messages, knowing how paranoid she can be about her friends going home with strangers, a small pang of guilt flashes through your chest for not even bothering to check your phone or let her know anything before you fell asleep. In your defence, you were absolutely drained, and for a good reason too. As you sit up from the bed, the sheets fall down from your naked body and cool morning air envelopes your top half. Abby stirs and mumbles something that you don’t quite catch, hand lazily reaching over to you.
“What?”
“Said don’t leave yet.” she looks at you with sleepy eyes, her voice has a slight whine in it. “I ain’t leavin’ don’t worry. Just gotta answer the phone.” which is now on the foot of the bed, continuously buzzing. You know Dina won’t give up until you answer. “Where’s my shirt,” you mumble, feet padding on the hardwood beneath, searching the room. The truck. Your shirt is in the truck. A frustrated groan leaves you when you remember. You are absolutely not going outside in nothing when it’s still this cold and early. “Borrow one of mine,” the blonde offers, “Oh,” you smile over at her, “Thank you.” Abby slips out of bed, her breasts and abs littered with dark purple marks—you don’t even want to see what your own look like. She hands you a soft cotton tee, plain and black.
The shirt falls to your upper middle thigh, essentially a minidress and you grab the phone, waiting for Dina’s FaceTime to call again. “I’ll just take a step outside,” you tell Abby, who nods as she slips back into the warm bed. When the phone buzzes to life, you finally answer. Dina and Ellie in the kitchen of your apartment, phone probably propped up on some ingredient bin. “Oh, bless the Lord.” Dina’s face relaxes and her tone is relieved, “I told ya that y’were worryin’ about nothing. She was just busy getting railed,” Ellie tells her as she shovels a pancake into her mouth. “Okay but ya never know. They could have been stopped or kidnapped or-“ You interject, “Okay so I’m very, very much alive and very, very much in need of more sleep.”
Dina’s eyes widen and she steps closer to the phone, “Oh. My. God.” She looks over you, hair a mess, hickeys scattered across your neck, and makeup smeared. “You need to tell us everythin’ when you get home later,” she orders, “How was it though? Better have been good, I've been worried.” You can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your face, “Oh it was the best sex. And I’m sorry I totally should’ve updated ya before I went to bed, but I was real worn out.” A smirk forms on your best friend’s face: “Yeah, bet y’were reaaal tired.” This earns an eyeroll from you, “I’m gonna go back to bed, I’ll letcha know when I’m on my way home.”
Once the call finishes, your eyes fall over to Abby’s couch, in the light you can see it is a nice forest green colour, your hot pink panties littered in the arm of the couch juxtaposing the cosiness you would have otherwise associated with the shade. Your muscles ache as you head back into Abby’s bedroom, joining her in the bed once more. Her arms pulling you closer as the both of you drift off again.
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“We should take a shower,” Abby suggests when the two of you wake up again in the early afternoon, “You can go first,” you yawn, and Abby raises an eyebrow: “I was thinkin’ more along the lines of showerin’ together.”
The warm water encapsulates both of you, Abby’s braid undone, her hair long and flowing down the expanse of her broad back. It is strangely intimate for what is supposed to be a one night stand. “You do this with all your hookups?” you ask, taking a pump of shampoo and massaging it into your scalp. Abby turns around, the height difference beautiful in the sense that you’re just above eye level of her breasts, but also inconvenient during a moment where your eyes should probably focus on hers. “Only ‘f I like ‘em enough.” Your cheeks flush at the implication, and you hope it can be explained by the steam rather than her words. After the shower, which was quiet in a pleasant way, you bring your skirt and panties from the night before into her room. As you begin to pull on the wrecked pair, Abby interjects, “No, no, just borrow somethin’ o’ mine to change into.”
“Are you sure? It really isn’t a big deal-“
“Oh don’t start. I insist. Plus it’ll give me a reason to see ya again.” She winks at you, grabbing a t-shirt and basketball shorts, bringing them over to you, “Only ‘f that’s sum’n you’d like of course,”
“Abby, you just gave me the best sex of my life, whaddya think my answer is gonna be.” Her blue eyes look down at you, folded clothes in her hand, as she steps close, “That neither of us’re gettin’ fucked by anyone else for the foreseeable future,” her eyes are hungry again, staring at your lips, “I like that idea.” The change of clothes she brought over for you are forgotten on the floor as your lips meet, shower quickly becoming ineffective as you fall apart on her fingers once more.
a/n: wow so like this might be the most intense thing i’ve written.
synopsis: after being cheated on over a year ago, and being hung up on it for way too long, your friends finally convince you to hit the town with them. you end up at a dive bar, meeting abby, and end up going home with her - 2 parter.
cw: just a plot for porn, mentions of past cheating, sensual content, teasing, making out, dirty talk, pet names, innuendos, grinding, dry humping, abby calls reader a slut, thinking about sex, mischaracterizes vi for the plot, everyone has a southern accent
word count: 4.1k
!!men dni!!
“Dina, I really don’t wanna come with y’all tonight.” you call from your bed as you see the girl walking towards your door, drawing a sad "I didn’t even say anythin’ yet!” from your best friend. For the past several months, your entire friend group has been insistent on you joining them on their nights out to the dive bar just out of the city, despite your many protests.
“Oh come on, you don’t even have to drink just come out ‘n have fun. You’ve been depriving yourself from a good time over what? Vi, it’s been like a year girl.”
“She has a point,” Dina’s girlfriend now joining her in your doorway. “You’re only sidin’ with her ‘cause you’re datin’.”
Ellie looks at you, offended. “Excuse you, I have my own opinions, they just usually align with hers. You need to out yourself back out there and quit bein’ so gloomy. You could meet your wife tonight!”
“Oh please, This ain’t some romance story Ellie, I’ll get there and immediately wanna go home. Besides, the bar y’all go to is where we saw it happen.”
Concern etches across Dina's face and she gently nudges Ellie to go back outside so she can have a one on one with you. The door closing with a soft click behind her as she enters the room fully, sitting next to you on your bedspread;
“Look, I know you saw Vi makin’ out with that one chick on the dance floor. And I know how much it destroyed you, but it’s been well over a year. Fuck Vi, she ain’t a part of your life no more. You can’t let her control it.” she gives you a genuine smile, squeezing your hand tightly, “You know I’m doin’ this cuz I hate seein’ you all mopey, right?”
“I know Dina. I really do appreciate it, truly.” you give your best friend a hug, “I’ll consider it. I mean you’re right, 'bout the whole Vi thing. Fuck her and that blue haired bitch.”
“‘Course I am. Plus they have a mechanical bull with a ‘best times’ board now.” That might be just what wins you over; “You serious?”
“Hell yes I am. Girl I know you did rodeos as a kid, you need to show all of us how to do it the right way.”
“Well help me find somethin’ to wear!” you exclaim, standing up from your bed.
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The Uber drops the three of you off in a dusty parking lot of a worn down looking building, country music seeping from the doors. You step out of the sleek black civic—which looks insanely out of place as people slam the doors of rusty trucks and dingy cars from the ranchers pull into the already full lot. You take a deep breath, calming both your nerves and the threat of your heart beating out of your chest.
“C’mon, let’s get in there, Cat ‘n the rest of ‘em are at a table.” Dina smiles, walking hand in hand with Ellie, the two of then sickeningly sweet. Ellie calls your name as you stay put behind them, “You comin’ or standing out here all night?”
You look down at your much-too-clean cowboy boots, any rancher in the joint will know you’re from the city. Your miniskirt and belt suddenly don’t seem as cute as they were when you put them on. “I look like I don’t belong in there,” the protest falls flat on your friends’ ears. Dina rolls her eyes and walks over to you, “We’re basically regulars, an’ we all look a bit too polished for this place anyways.” she hooks her arm in yours, “Don’t be nervous, you’ll have fun tonight, I promise.”
Ellie holds the door open for you both, and you file into the dimly-lit bar. Your eyes scan the place trying to find everyone, which proves difficult given that it’s a Friday night and all the tables are filled with groups of people around your age.
“‘Scuse me darlin’.” You hear a soft, unfamiliar voice and a warm hand finds itself on your shoulder as a woman and man pass behind you. You can't help it when your eyes follow them, both in worn out hats, flannels, and boots. The woman’s long blonde hair pulled back in a braid, and her voice definitely doesn’t match her appearance. This woman is built. When she finds her table, she swiftly takes her hat off for a moment, veins in her hand popping as she holds the crown of it. Her bicep bulges as she places it back on her head. You find yourself biting your lip, and then you see her side profile, she’s absolutely gorgeous. Your heart flutters, and she looks at you. Flushing, you quickly avert your gaze.
“Hey, you okay?” Dina's voice tinged with worry, her hand resting on your arm. You turn around, cheeks a bit hot, “What? Yeah no I’m fine.” Dina’s face changes from concern to curiosity, she looks past your shoulder to the pair that just walked in. She looks back at you, a grin forming on her face, “Oh you horny bitch. The first girl you see in here gives you attention and you’re all hot.” she nudges you playfully. “Ugh don’t make it a thing. I can think someone’s attractive and not want to sleep with them. And she just walked past, there was no attention.” your objection only digging yourself a deeper hole.
"Oh don't you lie, she's the definition of your type," she shakes her head, “and she was totally eyeing your ass when you turned to me.” She drags you over to where Ellie is now seated with the rest of your group.
Many variations of ‘never thought i’d see you in a bar again’ are thrown around as you and Dina slide into the booth. Once settled in, you casually look over at the bar to see what you want to drink. You never end up looking at the menu, instead, you notice the same woman staring at you and this time it’s her that looks away, cheeks pink. Ellie kicks your shin, mocking you: “‘My life ain’t a romance novel’ my ass.”
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A few drinks in, you’re feeling a light buzz as the conversations overlap at your table. Your eyes glance past the bar to the mechanical bull Dina was telling you about earlier, landing on a shabby chalkboard nailed into the wall—the 5 columns in ascending order from 17 seconds to well over a minute. You nudge your best friend, gesturing to the number at the top of the board:
Best Times:
1:27 - Abby
“There ain't no way someone’s stayed on that long.”
“I’ve never seen anyone beat that score. But I reckon she comes on a different night than us. We all came in recently and it was there already. But your eye candy’s come real close to it.”
“Oh shush” you swat at the brunette’s shoulder, slightly embarrassed. “Bet i could beat that seventeen on the bottom though.” Naturally, when someone finally suggests that the group head to the back and get in line for the bull, you’re practically the first to your feet. The talking continues as the group of you walk to the back of the bar, in order to get to the bull, you and the others pass that woman’s table. You overhear a quick and strained, “y’all shut up, don’t even think about it,” from the same voice as earlier and her table falls strangely quiet. You can't help but hope she was talking about you.
A mix of ranchers and a few city folks make up the decently sized line that wraps around the barrier of the ring. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the blonde woman and a couple friends standing up and joining, ending up a few people down the line from you. The excitement in the room builds as everyone attempts to stay on the machine. To absolutely no one’s surprise, most of your group wipes out in under ten seconds, making you all the more determined to stay on for over seventeen. You're the last of your group to go, cheers coming from your friends who have found themselves in a nearby booth.
With a wave of confidence you swing yourself onto the bull, not at all graceful but you don’t care that much. Your forearm flexes as you grab the rein, looping it around your hand. The bull starts rocking, your hips and thighs tensing to keep yourself upright. After a few moments, you get the hang of it, moving with the rhythm of the bull. Ten seconds in, your friends' cheers get louder and you get a bit cocky as you notice that woman’s eyes watching you intensely.
You decide to put on a bit of a show; your back arching much more than necessary, exaggerating the bounce of your hips on the saddle. At sixteen seconds you’re bucked off the machine and land on the padded surface, a soft huff escaping your lungs from the impact, as well as from frustration at your time. “It was hot ‘til ya toppled over. ‘S all in the thighs darlin'. Gotta ride it like you mean it.” You tilt your head upwards, seeing the blonde woman leaning casually against the barrier, her braid falls across her shoulder as she looks down at you, expression smug. Her accent is deeper, with much more of a drawl than that of your friends or your own.
“Just gonna lecture me or are ya gonna help me get up?” you prop yourself up on your elbows and tug your black tube top up a bit, earning you a chuckle. “Can’t get up by yourself?” her hand reaches down and you take it. One arm easily pulling you off the padding. You hold eye contact with her, noticing how blue her eyes are. “You’re irritatin’.” you bite back playfully. A staff member shoos you out of the ring, cutting the conversation short. You pass the woman as you walk towards your friends, her voice stopping you;
“Y’think i’m irritatin’ cuz ya know I can do better than ya or cuz y’think I’m hot?”
“So she’s a total ass.” you sit down and lean onto the table your friends now occupy, sounding a bit exasperated but you'd be lying if you said you hated the banter. “That’s not what it looked like. At all.” Dina’s tone blunt yet teasing, Ellie nods her head and Cat adds “there was chemistry” before she begins standing up along with the rest of the group, although Dina stays seated with you.
“Where’re y’all goin’?” your brow furrows, “Back t’our table…” Ellie looks at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, your eyes flicker over her shoulder and you get a glimpse of that blonde woman’s blue eyes watching you once again.
“Why don’t we jus’ stay here?” you suggest, your eyes trailing down the woman’s body, noticing her thick, muscular thighs. Heat spreads throughout your centre as you imagine those thighs around your head. You quickly wet your bottom lip as your eyes travel back to your friends, who are all looking at you with knowing gleams in their eyes; “What? it’s closer to the dance floor. And the bar. And someone’s probably taken it already.” Ellie’s eyes narrow as she sits back down, “Mhm you keep tellin’ yourself that.” You look back over and see the woman shrugging her flannel off before getting into the ring, handing the worn green shirt to her friend. Her muscles now fully shown off in her wife pleaser, your throat dries up.
With one strong arm she grabs the reins, swinging her leg over the bull with practiced ease, boots slipping into the stirrups. Her free hand holds the crown of her hat as the machine jolts to life. You bite the inside of your cheek, eyes focused on the movement of her hips and he ttensing of her arm muscles. She catches you staring with your mouth somewhat agape and smirks, taking her hat off to let it wave with her free arm. Stray hairs that never made it into the braid fall in front of her eyes and you desperately want to push them out of the way. When she does so herself, still looking at your table, you bite your lip at the stretch of her tricep.
The machine swings her so her back is towards you now, lats flexing as she holds onto the bull. It’s been about thirty seconds now and she begins showing off, overly exaggerating the roll of her hips. Your mind wanders but you feign annoyance to your friends once it goes on for longer than needed.
“Ugh, it’s like a male bird.” you scoff lightly, still watching the woman. “As if you haven’t been eye fuckin’ her. Whatever she’s doin’, it’s clearly workin’ on you,” Cat is smirking as she speaks, the remark causes you some degree of embarrassment. “I have not been eye fuckin’ her,”
“Really?” Dina begins, adding on to Cat's comment, “'Cause it looked like you were gonna cum on the spot." Your cheeks flush; “It’s just impressive. And she’s like ripped. Plus she’s been on the thing for too damn long.”
“You’re only mad 'cause she’s been on it longer than you,” Dina points out, and she’s not wrong, everyone knows you’ve got a competitive streak. “That too.” you shrug.
As your friends persist with the comments, your embarassment increases by a tenfold and you desperately hope for a change in topic;
“Y’all want shots? I’ll buy.” That does the trick, everyone agreeing and you head over to the bar.
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As the night progresses, the music goes from country to club, the dance floor getting more and more packed. Dina and you decide it’s probably a good time to join the floor. You turn to Cat, who usually ends up being your designated dance partner, to see if she’s down. Dina tries getting her girlfriend to come with the three of you as you get up to dance, Ellie reluctantly caves in and the four of you head over to the dance floor.
The tune of Gasolina fills the room, the boom sending vibrations through the floor. You and Dina look at each other and smile, pulling the other two women onto the floor with you. Voices sing along, bodies bump into bodies, and eyes meet eyes. You grind on Cat as she cheers you on, holding your hips as laughter falls from both of your lips.
The same blue eyes that have been following you around all night meet yours, the woman leaning against the wall opposite to the dance floor. There’s heat behind this gaze, it’s unwavering. Your movements slowing under it. She licks her lips before the moment is interrupted by excited bodies slamming into each other as the song transitions.
You turn towards your friends as Low booms through the speakers, everyone now yelling the lyrics. When the feeling of eyes on you hits again. This time you don’t even check if the blonde is watching, you just start twerking to the beat of the song, both friends and other patrons around you cheering.
After a couple songs, you’re breathing hard and thirsty as hell. “I’m g’na go grab some water.” you let your friends know before slipping off to the corner of the bar by the wall, a cooler and glasses available for those who need—you fill a glass and lean against the wall, the cool liquid feeling pleasant as it passes your lips. A now familiar figure appears in the corner of your eye.
“Was’at your first time?” the woman asks as she steps in front of you, one hand resting on the wall next to your head. Her other is grabbing a glass and pressing the lever on the cooler with her index finger, a low thrum returning to your core as you watch the ease with which she performs the action. “What?” you ask, looking at her amused face, her hand drops from where it’s at on the wall, brushing your arm before returning to her side. “Ridin’ a bull?” she clarifies, the two of you moving out of the way of the cooler, now facing each other on the wall a few feet down, just on the outskirts of the dance floor.
“Yeah, but I did rodeo as a kid.”
“Mm, that don’t prepare you for bulls sweetheart. They’re a bit rough.”
You take a step towards her, placing your hand on her forearm, running it up to her bicep, thumb brushing across the muscle. Your heart pounds hard against your chest and you pray she can’t see it. Your nerves building as you decide to go all in.
“What makes you think I can’t handle a rough ride?” your voice getting sultry and you see her eyes darken, black pupils now overtaking the blue that was there moments prior. “Y’should really let us cowgirls handle that kinda riding or you’ll hurt yourself.” she feigns self control, but her voice is marginally more gruff than before. “I could be a cowgirl for all ya know.” you state matter-of-factly, running your middle finger back down her arm, tracing a vein to her hand.
“Oh please, I bet the only cowgirl y’ever been is reverse,” she quips, grabbing your wrist as her blue eyes appraise you, almost as though she’s sizing you up. It sends a rush through your body, knowing she’s thought of you like that. “Mhm ‘n I bet that’s exactly what you were thinking when I was on that damn bull,” your fingers brushing the inside of her forearm. Her smug expression staggering, it’s clear she’s trying her best to keep her composure. She takes a shaky breath, “Barely. Y’can’t even ride that thing properly.”
“Maybe…” you pull your hand away, crossing your arms. Her eyes now looking shamelessly at your tits, “I just need ridin’ lessons.” Your voice now challenging, which brings a smirk to the woman’s face. She bites her lip softly, shaking her head with a chuckle as she leans in close enough for you to smell her, pine and musk filling the air. Her voice is low when she speaks;
“Talkin’ like this to me ‘n i don’t even know y’damn name.”
You give it to her, “Do I get to know yours too, or do I just have to call ya cowgirl all night?” you ask as you wrap your arms around her neck, her own holding your hips. “Name’s Abby.”She tests your name on her tongue, “How high’re my chances of gettin’ ya in my bed tonight?” your cheeks feel hot for a moment, and your eyes flick down to her plump pretty lips, “They’d be higher if you danced with me, Abby.” She pauses for a beat, as if considering other options. “Y’did put on quite the show back there, pretty. It’d be a shame for me to miss out.”
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With the bass pumping, yours and Abby’s bodies sway, bump, and grind. You find your thighs slotted together, brushing against each other’s cunts. Abby spins you around, holding your hips to meet your back to her front. You gasp as you feel her tits press against your back. Leaning forward, you start shaking your ass on her, arms reaching back and taking her hat, placing it on your head. Her hips push forwards into your movements as you twerk, your pussy fluttering.
Abby’s warm, callused hands trail up your sides, making you stand more upright again. You place your own on top of hers and guide them up to your tits. Hearing the quiet, strangled sound that leaves her mouth, you quickly turn around to face her, Abby’s hands are immediately back on your hips and yours resting on her shoulders. She leans down, “This a preview for later or sum’n?” she murmurs into your ear, hands now grabbing your ass.
“Oh you’ll have to work for it. I ain’t openin’ my legs for just anyone.” her eyebrows raise in surprise, “Y’seem pretty easy t’me.” Abby’s nose is brushing yours, her breath fanning your lips, eyes focussed on your glossy pout. “And what gives you that impression baby?”
“Y’ve been dancin’ like a slut all night, twerkin’ on me like y’need t’get fucked hard n’ deep.” You can feel her lips brushing yours as she talks, her words drawing a small whimper from your mouth. Both of your gazes flicking between the other’s eyes and lips, the tension strung tighter than it has been all night. Both of you waiting to see who breaks first. Your tongue darts out of your mouth, quick as ever, brushing your bottom lip and grazing Abby’s. She exhales through her nose before slamming her lips against yours.
There's a fire that ignites deep in your gut, a soft hum escaping you. You keep an arm thrown over her shoulder, the other hand snaking down to hold her neck. Your lips messily slotting together, tongues meeting tongues, teeth clashing. Abby’s left hand holds her hat on your head, the right grasping your waist. Your tongue is in her mouth, flattening against hers before swirling around it. As you pull away, you bite her lower lip. A higher pitched gasp leaving her as she leans down more, a soft whimper escaping her as you pull back. The hungry sound and heavy eyes are all you need to drag her off the dance floor.
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Abby lets you pull her by the hand in the direction of the washrooms, the urgency in both of your paces obvious. You pass Ellie and Dina, who are in their own world until the sight of you with Abby pulls them out of it. Your mind is so focussed on getting Abby into that washroom, you barely even notice them.
As you finally the see old wood Restrooms sign above the hall you make a beeline. The two of you rushing down the corridor, frantic in your attempt to find an open stall. You pin Abby to the first door with the vacant lock, leg between hers as you turn the knob, shoving her inside. She immediately flips the both of you, her turn to push you against the door. Abby grabs her hat off your head, hanging it on the hook, “Y’have any clue how sexy y’are?” she breathes, a thick, jean clad thigh between your legs as she knees the door shut. You just roll your hips on the leg, head tilting back and gasping at the pressure hitting your clit:
“Fuck-"
Her mouth immediately finds its place on the column of your throat, sucking a mark against the skin. Abby drags her lips up to your own, planting a hot, teasing kiss before gliding her lips over to your ear, licking it. Goosebumps cover your entire body as she nips the lobe. Her hips roll on your thigh and she moans softly against your skin, your core aching at the sound. Your mouths meet again, Abby lifts you and places you on the sink, your legs spreading apart naturally. A grin comes from her, “What happened to ya not openin’ these pretty legs for just anyone?” Her thumbs rub circles into your thighs, you open your mouth to say something but she slips a leg between yours once more, effectively keeping you quiet. She runs two digits just under the hem of your miniskirt. “I knew it. Y’are a slut.” You push your knee against her pussy as a protest to her statement, her mouth hangs open, letting a moan out. She sinks lower onto your leg.
“Ya don’t look like you’d be a girl who moans all pretty, but here we are.”
“Shut up,” Abby’s voice is still on the higher side as you move your knee side to side. “Make me,” You challenge her as you lean in, the both of you breathing heavy.
The doorknob rattles, “Almost done in here?” a drunk, unfamiliar voice slurs out. The heavy air between you fizzles out and Abby begins to talk: “Yes, yes jus’ a m-“ You press your knee against the seam of her jeans, she bites her lip, stifling a whine, “Moment.” Abby finishes the sentence, shooting a glare at you.
Both of you compose yourselves, you straighten your skirt and fix your hair quickly. Abby’s smoothing over her wife pleaser and flannel. She places her hat back on you, “It’ll help with the hair.” You pull your tube of lip gloss from your front pocket, bending over the sink to reapply. Abby’s face goes back to being hungry, the ogling apparent. You smirk, arching your back more. “Now that’s wholly unnecessary darlin’,” her lip between her teeth, “Especially when we got someone waitin’ on us.”
“Your face tells me a different story,” you stand back up and Abby opens the door, a hand on your waist as she steers you back down the hallway, voice in your ear: “We oughtta take this back to my place.”
“You got a ride?”
part 2!!
an: first time posting in over a year… i’m actually going to try and be more consistent because i forgot how fun it is to write and had a pretty interesting 2025 (toxic relationships am i right😍), im back fr this time. i might turn this into a series where they date or smt, not sure yet. or write more cowgirl abby stuff. part two w the actual smut should be out within the next few days to a week depending on how quickly i finish my assignments for uni. anyways thanks for readinggg!
Note from K: Just wrote five (double-spaced) pages of pure lesbian smut. Enjoy.
Content: Oral & fingering (reader receiving), praise, begging, reader is a little mean but obviously not committed to it (she’s just like me fr), femme reader x Abby Anderson, wlw.
Part 1: Knee Socks
“So, can I?” She asks, looking down at you expectantly.
“Fuck it,” you mutter. “Yeah.”
She frowns at you, crossing her arms.
You sigh, exasperated. “Goddamnit, Abigail. Yes! Yes, you can. Please. I want this; you. I missed you, too.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “That’s my girl.” She steps forward, tugging that gray t-shirt off of you and tossing it somewhere on the floor. You’re left in just a pair of light blue cotton panties.
“You’re perfect.” She states like a fact, one hand already reaching for you as she tugs her own shirt off with the other.
You step forward, resting your hands flat on her stomach, feeling the muscle there. “I think that’s you.”
Abby smirks, shaking her head and wrapping her arms around your lower back. “Let’s not argue, angel. This is supposed to be a ‘kiss and make up’ situation.” She teases.
You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile. “You’re insufferable.”
She leans down, placing a gentle kiss on your jawline. “Not so insufferable with my tongue inside of you.” She whispers.
“Abby!” You swat at her. “Behave!”
She chuckles, nipping at your neck. “I don’t think you really want me to.”
You tilt your head, giving her better access. “I- damn it.” You sigh, sliding your hands up her stomach and looping your arms around her shoulders.
She takes full advantage, sucking a few purple marks into your neck and soothing them with gentle kisses. She trails her fingers up your stomach and palms one of your breasts, pulling back to watch as she rolls your nipple between her fingers. “I missed this.” She admits. “Missed you.”
She’s on you again before you can think of a response. She drops to her knees, trailing kisses down the center of your stomach. She stops when she reaches the waistband of your panties, looking up at you for approval.
You know you should stop. Sex with an ex? Never a good idea. But God, the way she looks at you. The blonde looks nothing like she does in training or out on patrols. There’s no trace of soldier; just reverence, and something resembling desperation. So you nod, reaching down and raking your fingers through the loose hair at the nape of her neck. “Please, Abs.” You whisper, your eyes locked on her blue ones.
She smiles, pressing a hard kiss to the wet spot forming on your panties, then pulling away. You whine, fighting the urge to push her head back towards you.
“That’s my girl.” She praises, standing and sliding her hands up your body. She hoists you up with her, her hands gripping the underside of your thighs as she closes the distance to your bed. She lowers you onto it, then climbs over you.
“So fucking pretty.” She mutters, her lips ghosting against your neck as she makes her way back to your tits. She takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking it gently to feel it harden, then switching to the other. Your breath catches when she lets it free with a soft pop, the night air rushing to cool her saliva.
“Abby,” you whine, growing impatient. “Please.”
“Please, what doll?” She asks, tracing circles on your hips with her thumbs. “Use your words.”
“Abby- fuck.” You try to roll your hips against her, but she catches you, stilling the movement with a firm press of her palms.
“Ask nicely.” She insists, keeping you pinned with, frustratingly, very little effort.
You frown, not used to her denying you anything. Especially this. “Abs-”
“No.” She cuts you off. “You made me wait long enough. You can say please.”
You sigh softly, staring up at her with wide, desperate eyes. “…please, Abby. I- I missed this too. I missed you, too. I need this.”
Abby smiles, clearly satisfied. “See?” She hooks her fingers under your panties and tugs them off, letting them fall somewhere on the floor. “That wasn’t so hard.”
She lowers herself between your legs, her eyes never leaving you. She runs her middle finger through your folds, collecting your wetness and bringing it to her lips. Her eyes close as she sucks your sweetness off of her finger, a satisfied sound slipping out of her.
Your eyes widen as you watch her. “Christ,” you mutter. “You’re unbearable.”
She opens her eyes, a smirk on her lips. “Sure, baby, whatever you say.” She sinks between your legs, her hands on your thighs, spreading you open. She licks a stripe from your hole to your clit, that smug look never leaving her face.
Your hips twitch, and your head falls back. “Please.” You whimper, unsure of what it is you’re begging her for. Regardless, she obliges, swirling her tongue around your swollen bud, then closing her lips around it and sucking. You tense, one hand finding purchase in her hair, which was beginning to fall loose from her trademark braid. “Fuck Abs- just like that.” You reach down with your free hand to tuck some loose hair behind her ear, watching the ruthless soldier settle between your legs like she’s meant to be there. She laps at you like she’s starving, her tongue tracing shapes against your clit, occasionally dipping lower to slip inside of you.
She sets a rhythm, working you apart with that smart mouth you’d missed so much. Your grip tightens on her hair as you feel that familiar heat coiling low in your stomach. She notices, because of course she does, and pulls away, a string of her saliva and your slick still connecting the two of you.
You whine pathetically, making a futile effort to pull the much stronger woman back to you. “Abby- fuck! Why? I was so close!”
She just stares up at you, looking infuriatingly pleased with herself. “Patience has never been your strong suit, huh, doll?” She teases. You glare at her as she takes her middle and ring fingers into her mouth, wetting them with her spit. You sigh dramatically, trying your damndest to continue looking displeased, which is difficult when the muscular blonde is between your legs with her fingers in her mouth. “I’ll make it worth the wait, promise.”
She drags her fingers down your slit, teasing your entrance. “Abby!” You whine, pressing your hips towards her. “Stop teasing.”
She sighs as if you’ve inconvenienced her. “Fine. But only because you’re so pretty when you’re desperate.” She eases her fingers into you, letting out a satisfied sigh when she feels the way you tighten around her. She waits for you to adjust, then slowly begins to move, thrusting into you with that perfect curl that you pray she hasn’t been using on anyone else.
You press your hand to your mouth, fighting to stay quiet. She takes the gesture as encouragement and fingers you faster, pushing just a little deeper to press against that spongy spot that makes your vision blur. “Move your hand.” She demands, reaching up with her free hand to tug at your arm. “You know I like to hear how good I’m making you feel.”
Too gone to protest, you let her pull your hand away, little moans falling from your lips as she coaxes them out of you. She smiles, shifting her attention back to your leaking pussy. “Fuck, this is perfect.” She mutters to herself as she leans down, flicking her tongue against your aching clit without slowing her pace. You cry out as she licks and sucks on your bud, desperate to pull an orgasm from you.
“Abby- Abby I’m-” Your back arches as your climax tears through you.
She feels you clench around her fingers and works you through it, slowing to a stop and gently pulling her fingers out. She presses one more teasing kiss against your clit, making your whole body jerk.
“Fuck!” Your hands fly to her shoulders, pushing her back. “Too much.”
She laughs, then licks her fingers clean, humming low in her throat as she does. “You’re somethin’ else.” She says, shaking her head as she shifts up to kiss you again.
You melt into it, tasting yourself on her lips. Eventually, she pulls back, looking down at you as you both catch your breath.
You shiver, suddenly aware of how cold the night air is in your apartment. “C’mere,” you whisper, reaching out for Abby. “Need my heater.”
She shakes her head with a smile, letting you pull her down next to you and curl into her side, your head resting on her bicep. “So needy.” She whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. She uses her free arm to pull a blanket over the two of you, then gently smooths out your hair.
“You like it.” You retort.
“You have no idea how much I do.”
Literally me rn bc I am actually ovulating as we speak (Sabrina, my love! You make the best faces). Need Abigail Anderson viscerally.
Also, if any of y'all want some hints about me! I've been told I look like Tate McRae about a million times in the last month (mostly on my TikTok), so maybe picture the Walmart deep-discount version of her?
Happy Super Bowl (Benito) Sunday to those who celebrate! Young Miko and Pedro Pascal were there bc why would they not be on my whoreniest day of the month??
Anyways! Thank you all so much for the love on part one. I hope part two didn’t disappoint.
Note from K: Abby being absolutely pussy-whipped may be a mischaracterization but oh well! I like her that way and this is my writing (typing) so! Let me live and like yearning please and thank you. Not a single word of this was written or proofread sober.
Content: suggestive themes, swearing, wlw Abby (femme reader x Abby)
You and Abby had dated briefly. She had just dumped Owen and was looking for a way to get over him. That’s how you ended up under her. Neither of you were officially “out.” With Abby, everyone just sort of knew. With you… not so much. The perks, or drawbacks, of being femme. The two of you fought. A lot. Abby wanted to go public. She hated the way guys stared at you; how they volunteered for your patrol groups; tripped over themselves to help you get a stuck part off of your gun. You wanted none of that. You’d convinced yourself that you were Abby’s rebound. That she would get over Owen and no longer need or want you around.
Eventually, the two of you split. You both sulked for weeks, and a few of your close friends put the pieces together. Honestly, you weren’t sure you’d have gotten over it. Thankfully, you didn’t have to find out. Abby had shown up at your door less than a month later, sometime after midnight, begging to eat you out see you.
“Please baby. I need this.” Abby stood outside your apartment, leaning on the frame of the door that you’d begrudgingly opened.
You frown up at her. The shirt that you’d thrown on before bed hung just above your knees. Your hair was a little mussed from sleep. You stood with your arms crossed just a few inches in front of her, blocking her from entering.
“What are you doing here Abigail?” You ask, your tone bordering on accusatory. She frowns at the use of her full name.
“The better question is: what crawled up your ass and died?” She quips as she reaches out, gently pushing you inside and kicking the door shut behind her.
You let her back you in, relieved for the privacy. She gives you a once over, smirking.
“You can’t act all pissy with me when you’re literally sleeping in my shirt doll.” She reaches out for the hem, rubbing it between her fingers, then dropping it. You glance down at the gray t-shirt, mentally scolding yourself for grabbing it that evening.
“Can and will.” You retort, swatting at her outstretched hand. You cross your arms, defiant.
“What do you want?” You ask, suspicious. Abby wasn’t one to put her pride aside. You hadn’t expected to hear from her post-breakup.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She steps forward, looking down at you. “Same thing I’ve always wanted.”
You raise an eyebrow, not backing down.
“And what exactly would that be?” You tilt your head, waiting for her to spit it out.
“Christ. You gonna make me beg for it?” She asks, rolling her eyes.
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating.
“Maybe.” You reply.
Abby sighs heavily, slowly dropping in front of you, one knee at a time. She drags her hands down your waist and rests them on your hips, pulling you closer.
“Abby!” You gasp. “What-“
She cuts you off. “Please… please just- I need this. I need you. Need to taste you.” She leans forward, pressing her lips to your stomach. “Missed you; missed this.”
“I- Abs-“ her nickname slips past your lips as one of your hands rests against her cheek. She beams up at you.
“You missed me too, huh?” She stands, her hands never leaving your hips. “I was hoping you would.” She’s teasing now, fully aware that she’s in.
You frown, realizing that you’re cornered. “Oh, you cocky little shit.” You mutter, shaking your head. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”
“I’m damn lucky, aren’t I?” She toys with the edge of your- well, her- shirt, looking very pleased with herself.
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Okay love bugs! Is this one worth continuing? Let me know :)
I want an Abby fic that gives Knee Socks by AM but still TLOU universe. I think I’m gonna have to fuckin write it tho. MUST I do everything myself? Why can’t my ideas manifest on their own?
Content: Some light swearing and maybe flirting if you squint? I'm getting there, I promise. Can't help it! I'm a slut for a slow burn.
Soft Spot ~ Part 1
Abigail Anderson wasn’t one to pick up strays, or at least that’s what she kept telling herself as she all but dragged you away from the group of Scars that she’d been dead set on pursuing just a few minutes ago.
She pulls you into a nearby building, moving quickly to block the door, then sweeping the space for any signs of movement. You watch her warily, still unsure of why the blonde had saved your ass. Twice.
She feels your eyes on her, addressing you over her shoulder. “You’d better not be thinking about shooting me.”
You scoff, slightly offended. “Not that. Just trying to figure out why you’re helping me. What’s in it for you?” You ask.
Abby sighs, crossing her arms as she turns to face you. “Are you always this suspicious?” She counters.
“Are you not?” You retort, meeting her eyes.
She stares at you for a beat, like she can’t believe you’d dare to question your savior. “I guess you just looked like you could use some help.”
You relent, realizing that you won’t get much out of her. “Right.” You sigh, gesturing at a patch on her jacket. “Will you at least tell me who you are? And what ‘WLF’ is?”
“Is this an interview?” Abby grumbles. “Fine. I’m Abby, and the WLF… we’re the Washington Liberation Front. Or Wolves, for short.”
You raise an eyebrow. “The same Wolves that took out FEDRA?”
Abby snorts. “Like there are others?” She quips sarcastically.
“Oookay. Fuck off.” You mutter, rolling your eyes. You almost miss the amusement that flashes across her face.
“So who are you?” She asks. “Fair is fair.”
You give her your name, then pause, trying to determine how much you should tell her. “I don’t normally need saving. I hope you know that.”
She tilts her head, like she’s genuinely considering that. “You sure about that? Because it seems like you’re O for two.” She takes a step towards you, assessing you unabashedly.
You cross your arms, glaring up at her. “I’m really trying to be nice here.” You pause, looking her up and down. “Christ, how are you built like that?” You blurt out, regretting it immediately.
She freezes for a second, taken aback. Then she bursts out laughing. “That was… eloquent.” She teases.
You backpedal, stuttering while you try to think up something like an apology or an excuse.
Abby’s voice interrupts your spiraling. “Oh my God. Relax. I’m not pissed.” She shakes her head, still smiling. “Honestly, not the worst way I’ve gotten that question.”
You pause, thinking for a second. “Really?” You ask. Your face is flushed from embarrassment, and you hope that the low lighting in the building conceals it.
“Really.” She replies. “And to answer your question,” she shrugs, “I just spend a lot of time training.”
You nod, glancing over her one more time, almost appreciatively. “Right.” You take a breath, desperate to change the subject. “So, if you’re part of a group, why are you out here by yourself?” You ask.
“Shit.” Abby rubs her face with her hands, suddenly remembering her patrol group and responsibilities. “I’m never going to hear the end of it.”
“Ah, you aren’t supposed to be by yourself, are you?” You ask, shooting her a pointed look. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a rule breaker.”
She glares at you, but there’s no real malice behind it. “I need to get back. If you’re coming, we need to leave like…” she glances outside, noting the setting sun, “now.”
Look, I actually wrote something!
I'm thinking about jumping to the stadium in the next part because I cannot be bothered to write a travel/combat scene. I also just really want to get them somewhere safe so they can fu- I mean- flirt.
These cutie little dividers are in my likes if anyone is interested.
Hey! It’s been a minute. Some Abby because I’ve been playing as her for like 6 hours. Yes, her and the reader are gonna hook up. However, I like plot so they won’t fuck tonight (sorry). TLOU universe, Seattle, Abby’s still with WLF and her friends are alive. Some light violence & swearing in this part. Reader is a woman (wlw). Not formatted like a novel bc I truly can’t be bothered. No idea what the WC is bc I wrote this in my notes app. Anyways! Hope y’all enjoy.
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Abby, one of WLF’s top soldiers, or “grunts,” as Manny calls them, has ditched her patrol group. Out of character for her, but Owen had been pissing her off all day with talk about Mel and the baby.
“Pussy-whipped little shit.” She mutters to herself, trudging through a dilapidated rail yard. She’s looking for something to kill, anything really. Infected, a Scar. She doesn’t care, just needs something to be the object of her rage.
She stops in her tracks when she hears sharp whistling up ahead. Scars, perfect. She picks through the train cars carefully, watching and listening.
She sees you first, hanging upside-down from a tree by your ankle. No WLF markings, not a Scar. “Stupid tourist.” She mutters again, trying to discern whether or not you’re still alive.
You don’t notice Abby, you’re too busy fighting vertigo and trying to pull off some incredible calisthenics to get yourself out of this situation. “God fucking damn it,” you mutter, hoisting yourself up again, trying and failing to connect a knife to the rope snared around your ankle.
Abby watches you struggle, biting back a laugh. She decides to speak up, stepping closer. “You’re running a little short on time here sweetheart,” she observes. Another whistle pierces the air, as if to punctuate her sentence.
You freeze. Well, as much as you can when you’re dangling from a tree. You still can’t see her, but she sounds almost… amused. “So give me a hand?!” You snap, beyond frustrated with your predicament.
Abby laughs, a bit taken aback by your attitude, considering the current power imbalance. “I don’t know… you look like you might try something.” Abby snickers at the end of her sentence, trying and failing to sound serious.
“Jesus christ.” You groan. “I won’t shoot you if you cut me down. Scouts honor.” You promise, exasperated.
“You expect me to just take your word for it?” Abby asks, staring at your upside-down form incredulously.
“Yeah,” you reply. “That would be great.”
Abby thinks for a second, then shakes her head and walks forward, slicing the rope with a pocket knife.
You fall to the ground hard but force yourself to sit up, your eyes locking on Abby. “Thanks,” you say plainly, standing slowly. She looks strong, and much taller than you’d expected based on her voice alone.
“Welcome,” Abby replies, watching you curiously. “We need to move. Unless you want to add getting shot to your list of fuck-ups today.”
“You want me to follow you?” You ask. “Seriously? I don’t need any more help. I can handle myself.”
Abby raises an eyebrow, sizing you up. “You sure? Doesn’t seem like you’re doing a great job.”
You open your mouth to reply, but you’re cut off by an arrow whizzing past your head.
Abby closes the distance between you two and quickly yanks you behind a train car. “Too late, now you don’t have a choice.” She states plainly. “Don’t fall behind.”
You hear people approaching, quite a few judging by the number of voices. “Fine,” you whisper, relenting.
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Let me know what you think! Manny’s sleeping on the couch in the next part. He def owes Abby one anyways. <3 K
You just finished college and you’re out at the club to celebrate. (Femme reader x older Ellie Williams).
wc: ~1k
notes: nothing inappropriate yet (booo ik)! this one was already in progress so lmk what u think. also idrk how to use this app so i’m sorry if the formatting sucks :/
You stumble out of the crowded club, craving some fresh air. You're wearing your stole over the dress that you chose; an ode to your recent achievement. Your heels click against the pavement as you make your way around the side of the building, looking for a secluded place to catch your breath. As you round the corner you notice a stranger smoking a cigarette in a suit that looks far too pristinely tailored to smell of tobacco. Fuck, you could really go for a drunk cig right now. You lean against the concrete wall, hoping that the crisp night air will sober you up. You close your eyes, breathing deeply.
"Congratulations." An unfamiliar voice snaps you back to reality. The well-dressed stranger has made her way over to you, her cigarette now stamped out.
"Thank you." You smile at her, sincere.
"What'd you major in?" She asks, looking genuinely interested.
"Political science and economics." You reply. You try to gauge her reaction, but she's oddly stoic.
"And what are you planning to do with that?" She asks.
You groan, closing your eyes and resting your head against the wall. "Law school" you mutter, bracing yourself for the inevitable unsolicited warning about the challenges of post graduate education. Instead, she's quiet for a few seconds.
"Smart and pretty..." she observes.
You try not to look surprised, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Thanks." You give her a once-over, trying and failing to read her. "You look a bit too... put together to be here."
She laughs, her eyes briefly flicking over your outfit. "An observant one, aren't you?" She glances back towards the front of the club before focusing her gaze on you. "You're right. I'm here for business."
"Business?" You raise an eyebrow. "That's vague."
She sighs, sounding more amused than annoyed. "I'm looking into purchasing it."
Your eyes widen. "The club?"
She holds back a smirk, her eyes locked on yours. "Yes, the club."
"Why?" Your initial shock is quickly replaced by skepticism. Plenty of people stretch the truth when they talk to strangers, especially when alcohol is involved and especially when they're flirting. Was she?
She pulls a card from her jacket pocket, holding it out to you.
"Williams Real Estate," you read aloud. "You're serious."
She laughs, slipping the card back into her pocket. "The whole area is... experiencing appreciation." She nods in the direction of the club's entrance. "I'm looking to get ahead of that."
You scoff, crossing your arms. "You can just say that it's gentrifying."
She raises an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "It's gentrifying." She pulls a cigarette box from her pocket, shaking one out and offering it to you. You nod appreciatively, taking it from her as she reaches for her lighter. She flicks open the small rectangle of brass, engraved with 'E. Williams.'
After it lights, you take a drag of the cigarette, watching her. "Fancy." You murmur, motioning towards her lighter. "You going to tell me what the 'E' stands for?" You offer her the cigarette and she accepts it, inhaling deeply before answering.
"Ellie. Ellie Williams." She passes the cigarette back to you. "And you are?"
You tell her your name, admiring how the soft glow of the cigarette casts shadows on her hand. She passes it back to you, shifting to lean against the wall next to you.
"Do you live around here?" You ask, more as a formality than anything. Of course she doesn't. The area is mostly college apartments and outdated single-family homes.
She shakes her head. "No, I live about 20 minutes north."
You nod. "I figured." It comes out sounding a bit blunt, but you've never been one to censor yourself.
She laughs. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. You're not that hard to figure out." You shrug, passing the cigarette back to her.
She pushes off the wall and steps in front of you, looking amused. "How do you figure?"
You push off of the wall and turn towards the parking lot, gesturing for her to follow you. "C'mon, I'm gonna tell you which car is yours."
She raises an eyebrow, skeptical. "That parking lot is full. I sincerely doubt that."
"Wanna bet?" You joke, already headed for the lot.
She laughs, trailing behind you. "There's a thousand with your name on it if you guess it."
You stop, turning to face her. "Oh, you're insane. You know I can't pay you if I'm wrong, right?"
She shrugs. "I'm not worried about it."
"Okay... how many guesses do I get?" You cross your arms, tilting your head slightly as you wait for an answer.
"How about three?" She offers.
"I don't know why you're asking me! It's your money on the line." You turn back towards the parking lot, surveying the cars. "Wait, come here." You look over your shoulder, motioning for Ellie to stand closer.
She obliges, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "This is quite the process."
You roll your eyes. "Let me think." You give her a once over, making mental notes of her style and overall demeanor. "Okay... three guesses." You think out loud, spending a few seconds studying each car. "Too flashy... too cheap... too... yellow. Ew."
Ellie laughs, watching you traverse the rows of parked cars. "You can still give up!" She raises her voice to be heard across the parking lot.
"Hell no!" You step into the next row, and then you spot it. A Vantage S. It's ultramarine black, and the window tint is too dark to be street legal. It's so... her. "Ellie! Come here. I have my guess."
She makes her way to you. "Okay, hit me."
You meet her at the end of the row, trying not to look preemptively smug. You hold your hand out expectantly. Ellie takes it and you guide her to the Aston Martin, stopping directly in front of it. "How'd I do?"
Ellie stares at you in disbelief. "You saw my keys." She states, incredulous.
You shake your head. "When would I have seen them?"
She shakes her head, pulling a money clip from her suit pocket. "I'm impressed."
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