#cowboy!abby

[abbyscoochiecruncher]

Oh cowboy abby... sigh

[pansysonata]

cowboy Abby.. and Dina.. sigh..

[loserabby]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚.     𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 cowboy!abby anderson x reader

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₊˚ 𓂃 ₊ ˚ ✧     kinktober day eleven: whipping and spit kink

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :     cowboy!abby, no outbreak au/modern, established relationship, southern abby (I'M SORRY I COULDN'T NOT WRITE THE DRAWL OKAY), rope bondage, dom/sub elements if you squint maybe? idk if it shows or not, soft dom!abby, riding crop, whipping (with the crop), pussy slapping, ball gag, spit kink, pet names, light degradation, praise, aftercare 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 :     1,625k

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :     okay i'm SORRY to the og anon who requested this because i straight up forgot that you asked for abby to lasso the reader until RIGHT this moment, that's my bad... readers hogtied instead, hope that works. also i'm running short on title ideas so i just looked at my cowboy romance section on my bookshelves and saw a lyla sage book i haven't read yet so... yeah i stole the title from rebel blue ranch     [ read on ao3 ]

[ divider credits: 1, 2, 3 ]     [ resources for palestine ] [ art credits ]

“Should’a been good, now look at’chu.” In your half-delirium her laughter sounds melodic, the drawl of her words soothing you as you whine and leak down your thighs. “All caught up and you’re still whining an’ twitchin’ for relief. Not yet, sugar”

But even that pulls another pitiful noise from you, tears brimming in your eyes as you strain your neck to look up at her. You’d asked for it, not just verbally but with the way you’d been behaving all day — walking around the ranch in your tiniest little shorts, the weather be damned, flirting with her ranch hands with your subtle hand touches and daring to laugh at their stupid jokes.

Which brought you both to now, you tied up all pretty, hogtied even, like you’d asked — no, begged for — with a ball-gag making it hard for you to make any response other than whimpering and moaning. Not that you could form a coherent sentence right now, not with how your head felt all floaty and how overstimulated you were, Abby’s hands teasing you and bringing you to the edge so many times now but never letting you finish.

Abby coos, cupping a hand against your cheek as you keep trying to shift your thighs but failing due to the ropes binding you. Between your trapped thighs you can feel your aching pussy drooling with arousal, clit throbbing for some kind of relief and not at the same time — not after the last time the cowboy had teased you, one hand spreading your pussy and the other, fingers rubbing fast and hard circles against your exposed clit until you were screaming around the gag, spit running down your chin. She’s let you get so close, so devastatingly close before ripping her hand away with no remorse.

“Don’t know why y’pouting,” Abby drawls, then seeing the slight confusion that makes its way on your face she tuts, adding “Mouth might be wide open, sugar, but I can tell when you got a pout on your pretty face.”

A small noise, half-moan half-mindless. You drool more, feeling it cool and dry weird in patches on your skin, but you shake with need when Abby dips down to lick a stripe up of drool that spills past the ball-gag, her large hand moving down to force your hips still from your needy jerking.

“Shouldn’t make such a mess if y’don’t want me cleaning it up, already done that between your thighs once.” The blonde’s touch is soft, but you still react like a shock runs through you at each touch. “Thought you would’a learnt that by now?”

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you’ve reached that point of subspace that you’ve hit that mindless place you love, and Abby’s doing everything in her power to keep the scene up — the fantasy you’ve begged for, the two of you speaking in details about this — but still wanting to check in on you.

She rolls you onto your back, slightly uncomfortable with your arms bound behind your back as she leans over you to whisper. “Still with me?” her voice is soft, fingertip tapping lightly against your cheek to try and get you to focus on her. “What’s your colour, sugar? We need to stop?”

Through the fogginess, you can feel her release the gag and gently lift it from your mouth to give you the ability to speak. Your mouth is filled with pooling saliva and you take a moment to swallow thickly, trying to focus enough to continue. “G-Green,” you manage after a few moments, nodding slowly. “S’good, m’good promise… just.. Please… do it”

Abby doesn’t need you to clarify what you’re asking her for, biting down on her bottom lip before she nods. “Think we’re done with this f’the night, sugar” she lifts the ballgag up by the leather strap, tossing it over her shoulder without another thought. “Need t’hear how you like it”

“Hmph!—” the sound is all you can make as Abby pulls you down the bed closer to her, large strong arms wrapping around your bound thighs to yank you down until your ass touches her thighs, then pushing your legs high until she’s practically got you in a mating press. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together again, whimpering at the lack of relief as you stare up at her with your big wet eyes, still drooling.

She leans down, close enough that you inhale greedy lungfuls of her scent — the faint hint of pine from her shower this morning, warmed by the heat of her skin and mingled with dust and sweat from her day on the ranch. Something about it is so Abby that you let out a soft moan and sigh with content against her skin.

You’re too distracted, too caught up in the haze of the cowboy to notice her arm stretching off to the side, fingers curling around the cool leather. She stands again, looking down at you for a moment with a look half hungry and half doting. “Think I aint fucked you dumb enough yet that’chu can count ‘em for me?”

Your eyes, hazy as you try and focus on Abby, widen when you see the black crop in her hand, gently swatting it against her palm as if testing the weight of it. She grins when she sees your pupils dilate at the sight of it, then chuckling low at the needy whines and squirming it brings out of you.

“Countin’, sugar? Can you do it?” she tries again, not daring to touch you until you answer her. 

“M-Mhm, I ca-can do it” 

She merely nods, her hand still holding your legs against your chest giving your calf a reassuring squeeze. It feels like it takes ages before she finally brings it down against the flesh of your ass, a warning tap more than anything but still you squirm and shudder a breath as you murmur a broken “O-One”

The next few hits are the same, almost getting you used to the sharpness in the pleasure it brings you and Abby murmurs pleased praise as you keep your word, half-slurred counts stumbling out of your mouth. The first time the crop comes down on you properly you swear your eyes roll so far back, you’re seeing stars. The leather whips down against you and you cry out in pleasure and pain, garbled “Yes, yesyes!” as you shake.

“Not yes, baby, y’supposed t’be counting, remember? Or should I stop?”

Your eyes widen, head shaking in a panicked state. “N-No, six! Six, it’s s-six!”

Abby nudges her knee between your thighs enough to prod her knee against your soaked cunt, giving you something to grind against as tears of overstimulation spill past your pretty eyes like a reward for remembering. Abby has to bite her bottom lip appreciatively as she whips you, aiming for the parts of your thighs where the ropes wrap around your plush skin, feeling heat pool deep inside her when red splotches and light bruises start appearing. She murmurs sweet praises as you continue to count, scared by the threat of this stopping.

Your needy grinding against her knee has the woman pulling it away just to examine the darkened patch of denim. “Damn it, baby, look — making a mess on my jeans with your droolin’ cunt”

Smack!

Pathetically you cry out, writing beneath her hold and in your bindings as you throb from the hit, directly on your pussy. But almost as quick as the pain bloomed, so does the arousal and you’re batting your teary eyes at Abby. She shoots you a look, tilting her head down and raising a brow, like she’s waiting for you to remember.

You swallow your drool thickly, bottom lip wobbling slightly as you try and hump at the open air. “Se-Seven” the words slip softly from your lips.

“N’aww, sugar — look at that needy little thing trying to fuck at nothing.” Her teasing is going to be the death of you, of your pussy, everything. “How ‘bout this, I slap this cunt ‘til ten and you gotta cum from me whipping your sweet lil clit or you’re fresh outta luck for t’night? We got a deal, sweet girl?”

It doesn’t take much, you’re crying out with a full body spasm when the riding crop hits your pussy just right just before that final hit. So overstimulated and cumming so hard, you’re shaking on the bed. Your ears feel like they go fuzzy, senses dulled as the orgasm you were denied for so long feels like it drowns you.

You don’t feel Abby’s hands on your body, gently untying the ropes she so carefully tied you up with and gently massaging the muscles along your arms and legs as she goes. Don’t hear the soft praises and gentle words she uses with you, letting you know how good you did and how you’re safe now. Barely notice how, when the ropes that bind you are finally free from your naked form, Abby scoops you up into her strong, muscled arms and carries you bridal style into her bathroom. 

She sits you on her lap, your head limply resting on her shoulder and face rolling to hide in the crook of her neck as she lets the water heat up before adding all the stuff she knows you’ll like, plus some other stuff she knows will help you feel better tomorrow.

And when she eases you both into the bath, awkwardly kicking her jeans off and yanking her wife pleaser off with you still in her arms, all you know is the scent of her grounding you until you finally feel like you’re out of the post-orgasm subspace that has you all hazy.

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[abbyspup]

thinking about cowboy!abby sauntering over to you in the club, beer in hand, placing her hat on your head, “claiming” you as hers for the night. after what feels like hours of mindless flirting, you mention something about her horses. without a second thought abby leans in, her breath tickling your ear, as she whispers. “the horses are nice but.. i reckon there’s somethin’ else i’d like to try my hand at riding tonight..” leaning back with a shit eating grin as you stand there, dumbfounded. leading you through the sweaty bodies to her beat up pickup outside :p

[greendr4gon]

She's so cowboy gf coded

[eyesfullofsttars]

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Ellie Williams was just another lone cowgirl, often lost in her afternoon painting sessions after mornings spent hunting and tending lovingly to her animals. Running a farm inherited from the noblest man she’d ever known wasn’t easy, not even for her. Most nights, she’d find herself curled up with her guitar beneath the pale sheets of a bed far too big for her slender, muscular frame, her black cat nestled on her chest, filling the space that only highlighted her solitude.

She was always in her worn-out jeans, dirt-scuffed brown boots, and that well-worn white tank top, revealing a glimpse of underarm hair that matched her unevenly trimmed, reddish-brown hair—cut by her own calloused hands. Her nails were always caked with dirt, and her freckled skin carried the warm blush of the sun. The tension in her defined muscles made the veins stand out.

(Though, she couldn’t help but have a soft spot for the tall, muscular blonde who made the most delicate flower arrangements for the town’s festivals.)

[himbopatrol]

if you are interested in cowboy!abby or farmhand!abby might i suggest orville pecks entire discography (which u probably already know)

abby coded songs include but are not limited to:

daytona sand - so rack em up, big blonde long hair, slow eyes, i like your style

the curse of the blackened eye - it ain’t the letting go it’s more about the things that you take with, just flip a coin cause im too bored to lie

buffalo run - strike gold on my eyelids, got a sister who knows nothing but violence head on ride, i caught you staring at the sun, looking out for number one

lafayette - you know i recall somebody saying there ain’t no cowboys left, they ain’t me, they ain’t met you lafayette

blush - baby some of us we ain’t meant to win, saddle up and ride on down, maybe when the tide comes out, come and find me

hm: midnight ride and his cover of cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other (obviously)