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stars-for-circe · 2 days

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Million Dollar Baby

Tags / cw: drabble, sugar mommy au, miniskirts, suggestive stuff

“Absolutely not.”

You turned your had to look at Abby, a small frown on your face. The minuscule piece of fabric on your waist looked so cute, matching with your thigh highs and Mary Jane’s and cardigan - all of which Abby had bought you. But for some reason, she didn’t like it at all. You knew you shouldn’t be talking back to her, especially because she was paying, but the skirt was just so pretty…

“Why not? It’s the last one in my size…” you made sure to pout as much as you could, looking shy and sad and anything that would make Abby relent and buy you the skirt. She sighed, leaning back in the chair inside the dressing room (a very fancy one you might add, considering her taste in fashion) and put her head in her hands.

“Baby, it’s $200 dollars- no, what am I saying, I’m a fucking millionare-” You giggled, trying to remain as cute as you could in case she changed her mind.

“-it’s a cute skirt, baby…”

Success?

“But it barely covers your ass! How am I gonna let my girl walk around in that, letting everyone see what’s for my eyes only, hm?”

And this time, it was your turn to sigh. Time to pull all the stops, huh.

“But Abbyyy…” You complained, coming over to where she sat and nudging her legs wider with your knee, before sitting down and straddling her lap. It was like hook, line, and sinker, with how easily she melted in your touch. Leaning her neck into your hands as you played with her hair on the back of her neck, burying your face in the other side and giggling softly as she sighed into your embrace. Her hand rested wrapped around your shoulders, as she closed her eyes. If only she saw the mischievous grin, too.

“You know, I don’t think it would be that bad if you were with me when I wore it, ‘n making sure they knew who that ass belongs to…”

You ground your hips down slightly as you said it, feeling her tug on the back of your hair and bite your neck as she murmured your name in warning. Yeah, she was definitely imagining it. The thought of you in public, holding her hand. Everyone watching- no, staring at your cute little ass and knowing it was a privilege to be staring, what with how you belonged to Abby. You were one of the many things only she could have. You smiled, hearing her brain do a thousand turns in though - almost there.

“Please? It’s gonna look so pretty on me, too!” You egged on. And finally, you heard her groan in defeat, as she pushed you up to look her in the eyes.

“Jesus- fine. You win, cards in my pocket.”

You slipped it out as she got up to walk out the change room, opting to ignore the bemused ‘little shit’ that escaped her mouth in a whisper as she left. Quickly, you went to unbuckle the skirt off, beginning to shimmy them down your waist. But all of of a sudden, you felt Abby behind you - breathing hotly into your neck as she grabbed a handful of your ass.

“On second thought, don’t change out of the skirt-” she murmured, “because I’m fucking you with it on when we get home…” you couldn’t help the small pulse of heat that when straight through your pussy. The clench of your thighs not going unnoticed as Abby smirked into your neck, before turning and walking out of the change room.

You swear on your life, this sugar baby gig was just too easy.

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buckleysbitch · 3 days

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i lowkey feel like abby would have a slapping/spanking kink.. like everytime yall were doing it, she would slap you every now and then

oHHHHMYGOD YES. a lil short drabble for now because i have a lot of things to do today but i might make a pt. 2 for this 🪽

“nuh uh. look at me or i’ll fuckin stop.” abby commands, grasping your chin harshly and pulling your tear stained face to meet hers.

“s’ too big abs!” you squeal under her new nine inch strap, her hips snapping into yours relentlessly.

“y’can take it…..you’re always such a good girl fr’me.” she grumbles, frizzy blonde locks fraying out of her signature braid.

“s’too much!” you sob, burying your head into her neck as she pounds into your pillowy walls.

“shut the fuck up and take it.” she spits, slapping you across the cheek just hard enough for it to sting. you gush all over her dick in response, creamy white christening her new toy.

“how fuckin sick you are…you gushin’ over that huh?” she chuckles, bringing a calloused finger to your swollen clit, massaging in fast, airy light circles.

“m-mhm! abs please! please lemme cum!”

“awww, my girl needs to cum? beg.”

her eyes darken with desire, as you babble endless nothings over how good you’ll be, how you’ll do anything, if she lets you unravel underneath her.

“well, that’s too bad for you.”

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atyourmerci · 1 day

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I hope your daddy doesn’t own a gun

Southern dbf!abby

Cw: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, subfem!reader, age gap (r! Is 20, abby is in her 30s), masturbation, phone sex if you squint and turn your head, lil sprinkle of degradation, fingering, voyerism, no y/n, no pdor

A/N: I hate this<3

They all saw you as a child, still just daddy’s little girl in your pigtails and bloomers. Even at twenty, after ditching the pigtails and swapping the bloomers with mini skirts that let your ass peak out, didn’t deter their perception of innocence.

Your father was a wealthy man, charismatic and giving that drew the people around him in. Most of his friends watched you grow from childhood, through the ugly duckling phase, all the boyfriends, and growth of your now womanly figure. Not that they noticed. Not that you cared- other than her, Abigail, your father’s best friend from college. Abigail went on to work at your father’s company after college and frequented your life from birth.

You couldn’t recall when it shifted, when she went from your father’s best friend to a toy dangled in front of your face, so close yet unattainable. Clean cut, dressed in button ups, khakis, the cowboy boots that peaked through the bottom of them. Her hair neatly tied in a braid.

The only time you’d seen it down was when your dad held a backyard rager you snuck out to watch. Most of the party had dissipated late into the night, but you had spotted Abby and one of the receptionists in your pool. You watched as the pretty receptionist lazily dragged the strands out with her fingers as Abigail worked her mouth around her chest.

Thats when the heat in your chest began for her, watching her control. Seeing how she could have anything she wanted. You wanted her to desire you, need you so badly shed take you there, even with the risk of wondering eyes.

This night ended as they all did. At the end of the night you’d get sent to your room so they could smoke cigars and speak of vulgarities that you now were more than aware of. For fucks sake you were in college now, getting tossed around by pitiful girls that still couldn’t make you come. Abby would, you knew it.

You’d touch yourself at night to the thought of her for the past couple of years, she’d know how to take care of your needy cunt. You’d think of yourself in the pool that night, how your fingers would dance through her hair. The scent of musky pine still overwhelming your senses even though her skin was bleached of pool water. How her fingers would feel deep inside you, her hand covering your mouth to quiet you.

Your father would kill her.

“Alright hun, why don’t you head to bed,” your father says after a fit of laughter. Everyone continues the comfort, your eyes dart to Abby, who seems to be the only one privy to your father’s prompt.

“Dad don’t you think i’m too old for that now,” you try not to get defensive but it comes out bitchy. He gives you that stern glare, the ‘don’t make me ask you again’ look and you glance back at Abigail who gives you a pitied pout, “be a good girl, listen to your father.”

You huff out, making a scene and storming off. Slamming your bedroom door behind you, infuriated. Pissed at your father for treating you like a child still, pissed at Abigail for backing him up. Pissed that she looked so good tonight, the way she put her hand on your lower back to pass you, whispering a ‘xcuse’ me darlin’. Maybe it was her goal to work you up just to leave you helpless and begging.

Your window has a shot of the backyard, all your father’s friends laughing over cigars and bourbon. Pissed how she called you a good girl, right in front of your father, everyone, knowing the effect it would have on you.

She wanted to tease you, work you up in front of everyone? Then they should all watch what she did, a careless act on both ends.

Throwing yourself on your warm sheets, pulling up your sundress to reveal your bare cunt. Driving your head back into the sheets as your fingers work at the pulsing flesh, so tense from the slow incline Abby had you on all day. Your fingers slid so easily through your folds, pearly white slick coating your harsh fingers.

Your breath panting and eager, so ready to revel in your own pleasure after being ripped from it. You’re already close, feeling your stomach tighten in anticipation as you feel your phone buzz at your side. ‘Abigail Anderson’ illuminates your face, without giving yourself a chance to catch your breath you answer.

“Don’t you dare think of coming,” Abby says sternly. Your face flushes, fuck. You peer your weary eyes at the window next to your body, Abby stands a couple feet away from the men, staring dead at you through the glass.

“Wha-“ you pant out, staring dumbly at the woman that never gave you this extent of her control. Your head drops back down onto your pillow, too embarrassed to admit your shameful actions.

“I didnt tell you to stop, did I sweetheart?” Abby says with smugness in her tone.

“N- no ma’am,” giving into her so easily, running your hand down your body to meet back at your sopping cunt that buzzes at her words. “Good girl… you like that, don’t you?” She says doubling down- so fucking sure of her power over you, your mind, your cunt.

“Yes Abby- yes! please Im so close,” you bite down on your lip for relief, your hole clenches over nothing, fingers eagerly tracing circles around your swollen bud. Any moment you’d break, heels digging into your frilly sheets as your chest soaks with sweat. You hear the line go flat on your phone.

You were too fucked to stop, you were going to let yourself have this. Gripping into the sheets you prepare yourself, legs shaking as your door swings open to Abigail. Your legs wide open for her eyes to feast on, she takes a moment to gawk at the sight before locking the door behind her.

She walks over to the head of your bed, unbuttoning her shirt as she watches you drive lazy motions over your clit. She discards her shirt to the side, revealing her bare chest. Climbing so slowly up to you she places her hand on your sloppy cunt, cupping it as her other hand covers your mouth, “Don’t make a sound and I’ll let you come.”

Wild eyed you nod your head, letting her run her thick fingers down the slit of your cunt to collect your release. The smell of pine thick in the air, the sound of her fingers dragging in and out of you the only peep to be heard.

“you think about this all the time don’t you darlin? Turned into a nasty little girl, didn’t ya.” Abby begins to pick up her pace, fingers sliding in so easily. Your eyes roll back, mind going numb.

“Tight little cunt you got, swallowing my fucking fingers,” you try not to scream out, but her unrelenting pace at your hole was getting to be too much. The feeling of spilling over hitting you once again. Your screams are muffled by her meaty hands, but she can feel your pulse around her.

“You gonna come baby?” Abby coos, looking at you pitied and cruel. You shake what motion you still had left in your head.

“Be quiet so your daddy doesn’t hear what a whore his little girl is,” she laughs at how pathetic you are, all from just her fingers.

like that you’re set off, squirming under her heat as she fucks your pussy through it, watching you opened mouth panting as your head pushes into your plush pillows. Biting into the flesh of her palm cant block off the guttural scream you let out. She pushes down harder at your mouth but only pushes her fingers deeper. Every last drop she was going to get out of you.

Thats when you hear the ring of a jiggle on your locked doorknob.

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zerokaram · 2 days

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college basketball!abby x reader

synopsis: you're suddenly seeing abby, your best friend since your childhood, in a new lens. is it her arms? her strength? her drive? or the way she refuses to talk to, or even look at any other girl but you?

a/n: these are formatted like headcannons + scenarios to match them! not necessarily like a fic unfortunately. but if you guys would want that, i'd be glad to write something along those lines. enjoy!

at first, it was just something small. something so, so extremely small. maybe sometimes, she would look a little too good after practice. the way the wisps of her hair would stray out of her braid, her arms glistening in sweat and her shirt practically see-through from how hard she worked in the gym prior to her practice. or maybe it was the way she constantly towered over you, how she looked down at you when you two spoke, or how her arms carried everything and anything effortlessly, toned and muscular.

you don't know if you were just fucking imagining it or what, but holy, fucking, shit.

was it just your brain fucking with you? maybe you were just desperate or something?

you didn't know. but you were embarrassed to admit the fact that you were completely, and utterly infatuated with your 100% platonic best friend that you definitely should not be and definitely aren't swooning over. she was just a friend, and for gods sake, your best friend at that.

she just came home to your dorm, which she's been staying at for a few weeks now, covered in sweat. her arm and leg muscles practically bulging from her jersey, about to burst the fabric at their seams with only that and a compression shirt under it, paired with shorts that you've probably borrowed from her, her hair in a messy braid; stray strands sticking to her face.

anyone would be sensible enough to drool at this shit. it wasn't your fault that you had a hot best friend. right? i mean- what?

okay, but you couldn't help it that she had really nice arms. really defined, muscular, beefy, strong, capable, sporty, hot, sexy arms. it was just a general thing. it definitely couldn't just be you. this is totally fucking normal for a 100% platonic relationship. like, yeah. this is literally just normal. its literally just normal.

soon, your stares burned into her back. she could practically feel the way your eyes lingered from her face, trailing to her arms, and all the way down to her thighs. turning around to face you, she inquires cluelessly as if she didn't plan this whole scenario out on purpose. "baby, you okay? you look...dazed or something." she says, sneaking in a smile once she turns around again to get herself a glass of water.

baby. baby? did you hear that right?

you probably heard it wrong. you snicker, "oh, yeah. yeah i'm..fine."

one of abby's big games were coming up. only one more game, and it would mean that her and her team finally won the whole season. usually, she'd be pumped to finally get to train for the moment she's been dreaming of since the season started, but something's been conflicting her. a certain someone. she's had a crush on you for at least 5 years now, but the crush has been at it's all time high ever since you've started wearing her jerseys, her hoodies, and her clothes this past semester. god, fuck it. why not offer for you to do it again?

lounging on abby's couch in nothing but her hoodie and some boxers of hers that you found lying on your side of the bed from when you slept over, you held your phone in your right hand, scrolling through tiktok, while you held a cup of coffee in the other. abby (very willingly) agreed to let you sleep over at her place for as many nights as you wanted, since your roommates aggravatingly threw parties all day and night long.

you were interrupted by the door abruptly creaking open, abby stepping through the door, still in her basketball gear. she set her things down onto the kitchen counter, taking her hoodie off, revealing a more comfortable shirt under. she joins you on the couch; lying on her stomach, making a groaning noise. "shit..arms fuckin' hurt." she says, muffled whines getting silenced by the pillow she stuffed her head in.

you chuckle at her childishness. she's kinda always been like that, hasn't she? "too bad." you say, to which she frowns with a slight pout, looking up at you, wanting you to change your answer. you have no choice but to oblige. "-whatever. what can i do to help?" you ask in a playful tone, flashing her a smile.

she gets up from her position almost immediately, sprinting to her bedroom and grabbing her jersey before quickly running back to the living room and throwing the jersey in your face as if she planned this. "wear this to my next game." she says in a half-laughing, cocky way. you desperately pry the piece of fabric off of your face, trying to process what just happened. "no fuckin' way abs." you say, teasing her. you take a look at the shirt. it had 22 on the front, with ‘anderson’ printed on the back.

she frowns, sighing as she flops next to you, snaking her arms around you and stuffing her face in your shirt (in a definitely 100% platonic way). "c'mon." she says, "need someone to cheer f'me. js' wanna see my girl cheer for me. it would make me so happy."

you chuckle at 'my girl', "abs. this isn't helping with the rumors about us."

she accidentally blurts out, "don't fuckin' want it to."

...what?

before she knows it, and before you two could even talk about what she just said to you a few days before, it was finally game day. screams and cheers of girls who came just to see abby stretched from one part of the arena to another, echoing in your eardrums. you said you weren’t going to, but of course you wore her fucking jersey anyway.

abby looked into the crowd of people, searching for you desperately. she couldn’t play without you watching :’((.

about to give up on finding you, she feels two hands come around the side of her torso, hugging her from behind. she turns around to see you. wearing her jersey.

“you better win, i’m not parading your name on me for nothing.” you say sarcastically.

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artinvain · 3 days

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oh just thinking abt fucking abby again <3 (pretty vanilla)

✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧ “please baby, just wanna taste you,” abby whimpers against you, huffing against your clit when you tug her head back by her braid. you only have the smallest morsel of control with your hand in her hair, only a few minutes before she can’t take it anymore, before she runs out of begging and has to have you.

“yeah, please please-mmhh“ her voice muffled as you guide her face towards your cunt, and moan when you feel her grateful tongue press flat against you, sucking on your clit and holding your legs apart. abby’s moaning is ludicrous as she lavishes you, her spit and your arousal wetting her cheeks, her hips bucking desperately into the bed. all she wants is for you to feel good, get you whining and squirming.

abby licks and dips her tongue into your clenching hole, tasting you as you leak and grunting against you when her thick finger eases in, teasingly curling and shallowly thrusting until you’re rutting up against her.

the feeling of your warm, wet gummy walls clenching around her finger has her pushing her face in deeper. breathing in your musk and whining as she humps the bed desperately at the taste of you. she lifts her head away from you with every rut of your hips now, and chuckles as you moan desperately, trying and failing to push her face into you tugging at her braid.

“oh now you’re desperate huh?” she chuckles, smacking your clit softly, rubbing quickly to soothe the sweet pain, “abby…” you groan when she suckles your clit, her tongue making small circles while she stretches you with another finger.

“what baby?” she pouts when you look down at her, brows furrowed, eyes hooded and mouth falling open when she spits on your hole, around her fingers inside you. “fucking - jesus!” you yelp and your back arches as abby pushes her fingers in the the hilt, letting you envelope her.

she’s fucking drunk on it, can’t help but whimper and curl her fingers, she’s still suckling on your clit when she takes your hand in her hair and intertwines your fingers — bringing her strong forearm down on your belly to keep you still. but the pressure, the delicious pressure she’s causing with her fingers rubbing on your gspot, her tongue circling and lapping at your clit, fuck you want to move — want to squirm and squeeze her hand, arch your back but all you do is seize with the pleasure. your mouth hanging open as she starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you.

abby’s moaning muffled praises the sound of your pussy squelching around her — the delicious sounds only making her fingers fuck you deeper. the vibrations of her moans going to your clit as you start to huff and whine with the way abby’s fucking you, feeling the heat in your belly creeping up and down the rest of your body until you’re cumming with a gasp, your free hand twisting at her sheets.

“oh fuck you taste so good,” abby moans coming up for air, “so good for me pretty baby,” her tongue still lapping occasionally on your clit as she removes her fingers slowly — watching you leak and going to clean you up with a groan. “just — mmh fuck,” abby moans, sucking your cunt into her mouth and smiling when you mewl, your legs tightening around her head. “one more for me yeah? one more with my mouth,” she says before delving in again. her hand still holding yours as she shakes her head from side to side, licking and suckling your clit. her tongue prodding and dipping into your soft, wet cunt.

“could cum just from eating you,” she gasps, her head going back to its rightful place between your thighs and presses her tongue flat against you, she uses her other hand to encourage your hips to move, “fuck my face baby, come on,” abby sighs, “yeah, good girl,” her moans are muffled as she flattens her tongue against you and lets you buck your hips against her face.

you hold her head still with both hands and buck against her face and her tongue is twisting so gently leaving no part of your lips untouched by her. “fuck baby, m’gonna cum again,” you groan, still coming down from your previous orgasm so sensitive as you fuck her face, gasping and yelping, your hips faltering against her face as you cum.

“okay honey let daddy take care of you yeah?” abby smiles, licking her lips and leaning over your shaking form to kiss you. you nod your head, dazed — Abby rubs her warm hands over your arms and legs, easing your shaking body.

“you’re okay baby, just let me make you feel good yeah? can i?”

“yeah, please daddy,” and “okay sweetheart just take it for me,” abby pushes her strap into you and slides in to the hilt, slow, letting you feel every inch, every ridge. she watches your face contort, moaning as she starts to move and you bite your lip, letting out a gutteral groan.

“god you look so pretty, so sexy taking my cock so well,” abby leans over you, pulls you close and holds you to her body as she starts to buck and snap her hips into you brutally, never letting up even when you’re scratching your nails down her back and squirming in her grip.

your girlfriend kisses your nose, your scrunched up eyes and cheeks and open mouth. your eyes roll back at the intimate kisses “daddy,” you whine and abby cooes in your ear —

“yeah baby?” “please,” you gasp,

“my sweet girl. you can have anything you like you know that yeah? tell me baby, please what?”

you whimper hiding your face in her neck “will - please fill me up,” abby can’t help herself from cumming, she’s still drunk on the taste of you and the feeling of you around her fingers and when she looks down she can see your wetness coating her strap, see the way your pulling her in.

“fuck, honey — god you make me feel good. so perfect, you’re so perfect for me,” her hips bucking and snapping irregularly as she bites down onto your shoulder. “fuck okay,” she recovers, her hips never stop moving. “gonna fuck you full of my cum,” she grunts, hauling a leg over her shoulder. “get you nice and full of me,” her hips snap harder “put a fucking baby in you, you want that yeah? want my cum that bad huh?”

you’re nodding your head vigorously, and abby uses the leg on her shoulder to turn you onto your side, pressing in deep and hard so you can feel her starting to leak into you.

“yes! yes please give me — want your cum, please” you whine and abby wants to choke you out, have you lightheaded and eyes dazed as she fills you up, and as if you can read her mind — you bring her hand up to your neck and press her fingers down on either side. “god, you’re incredible honey you have no idea,”she places a hand on your ass to steady herself as she chokes you, loving the sounds of your whines and moans and broken whimpers. when she starts rubbing your clit you can’t hold it. immediately you’re squirting onto her and

“jesus christ!” abby groans grinding against you so you’re full of her cum <3

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sacrificialdaughterr · 3 days

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i love the way you write abby omg 💌 may i request fluffy smut w/ abby?

a/n | thank you so much!!<3 she is the baby girliest of them all i'm glad im doing her justice lol (also sorry this took so long my motivation to do anything is crazy rn) ((also also! sorry if this sucked smut is Not my strong suit))

tags | abby x reader, fluff, smut, r!receiving, fingering, body worship, abby takes her sweet time (aka i yap so much)

The warmth that encapsulated you felt almost otherworldly, like something meticulously picked from the magical depths of a fairytale, bestowed upon you with the utmost care. Beneath you, bedsheets crinkled with the impact of your body- the same body wracked with goosebumps that prickled along the surface of your skin, a shiver running down your spine in the wake of every single kiss pressed tenderly against the crook of your neck by the girl that lay behind you.

The unmistakable sound of an inhale graced your hearing, a soft groan following suit as Abby soaked in the addictiveness of your scent; body wash and perfume mixing in a way that had her seeing stars behind the blackness of her closed eyelids; a string of constellations that morphed into you, showcasing all the little imperfections of yourself she was absolutely obsessed with, wanted to worship on her hands and knees as if you were her god.

"Fuck..” She all but whimpered in your ear, voice muffled against your skin as she refused to pull away. Her strong arms tightened around you almost protectively as she pulled you closer, bodies puzzling together as if you were made for each other. “You smell so good, angel.. What is that?”

“Peach..” You mumbled dumbly in response, brain already filled with a fuzziness that made it hard to form a single coherent thought, let alone string together a response to Abby's soft-spoken words.

Abby chuckled lowly, and you felt her smile against you; lips curling into something of satisfaction, cockiness igniting her ego until it was a raging wildfire that burned with untameable force. "Gotta give me more than that, silly girl.." She drawled, the twang to her voice sending a ripple of feelings throughout your body, all finding a home deep within your core. "Gotta know what it's called so I can go out and buy you the whole stock. Need my girl smellin' like this always.." She finished with another deep inhale, another expletive tumbling carelessly from her lips.

You merely whined in response, body pressing back into hers as you searched for something to cure the insatiable need you held inside of you- one that had you almost possessed, hypnotized by your own longing to feel Abby everywhere. "Abs.." You mumbled, impatience etched in your tone as you fought off the urge to put your own hands to good use and take care of your need yourself.

"I know.. So impatient, huh?" She took the time to tease, tone laced with her usual sarcasm you didn't know whether you hated or loved. She palmed at your body as she spoke, calloused work hands groping at the plushness of your skin with something that bordered on the line of a crazed state of obsession. Tugging at your hips, she pulled you back into her; ass connected to pelvis as her right hand disappeared under the fabric of your shirt- her shirt, the loose fabric framing your body just right that made it your preferred choice of sleepwear. "Just lemme make you feel good, yeah? Gotta make you feel good, princess.."

Your breath hitched when the warmth of her hand brushed against your nipple, chest dipping in on itself as the pad of her thumb circled softly against the pebbled bud. Shallow huffs of air caught in your throat each time you inhaled, exhaling as uneven gasps you almost had to physically force out. You trembled, always overwhelmed by Abby's touch in a way that was almost detrimental to yourself; crumbling like an ancient building at the slightest brush of her fingers, sometimes at an accidental bump of her shoulder against yours.

Of course, Abby noticed how you trembled against her. How could she miss it? She had grown so accustomed to it, she almost looked for it. "You're shakin', baby," She cooed, warm breath caressing the shell of your ear with a tenderness that added fuel to the fire that burned within you.

"Touch me.." You breathed out, voice downright pathetic. You couldn't help but beg for her, intoxicated by the feeling of her merely caressing your breast that you needed more, craved it as much as you craved the oxygen you breathed.

She hummed softly, almost as if she were going over the pros and cons of your words in her head, her hand mindlessly brushing down your stomach, fingers dancing across your skin as if you were the pages Abby carefully thumbed through of one of her beloved books. Sliding her hand between your thighs, she tenderly spread you apart; knee bent, foot pressed against the side of your opposite knee, never once leaving the snuggly position you had been in for almost the entire night; your back to Abby's chest.

"You're soaked, baby.." She quipped the moment her fingers brushed against the fabric of your panties, the essence of your arousal sticking to the pads of her middle and ring. She nuzzled her nose into the soft strands of hair by your ear, words purring against you, sending a brand new wave of shivers down your spine. "Need me that bad?"

You hummed a soft, "mhm.." in response- the only response you seemed to be capable of giving, your mind like the static that buzzed black and white on an old tv screen. Your hips gravitated toward her touch, pressing yourself into the featherlight pads of her fingers that merely ghosted your clothed clit. "Please-" You choked out, words caught beneath the lump that formed in your throat- a lump packed with everything you wanted to beg and plead for, but couldn't, too wrapped up in finding the perfect words that would weaken Abby's teasing facade, that they all seemed useless.

"Shh.. I know, angel," She cooed softly, attempting to soothe the soft, almost broken-hearted whimper that slipped from your lips when she pulled away. No longer intertwined as if you were one, after tugging you onto your back, Abby found home between your legs; bending them each at the knee. Her burly, hardworking frame loomed over you almost intimidatingly. If you didn't know Abby, didn't truly know who she was beneath the shell of her earthly body, you would have felt as such; intimidated by the woman who gazed down at you with eyes that personified a raging sea of blue.

She ran the flat of her hands along the length of your thighs; languid movements that proved successful in calming your muscles that tensed with anticipation- if only slightly. Her attention never left you, irises flickering across the expanse of your flushed face, a soft smirk pulling at the corner of her rosy lips as she proudly admired what she could do to you, almost without doing a single thing. "Look so pretty like this, baby," She murmured as her hands stilled, fingers hooking under the elastic of your underwear.

With a simple, affirming nod of your head, she carefully slid them down the entirety of your legs, almost sacred in her movements to undress you. She handled you with the utmost delicacy- your underwear, too, folding them and setting them neatly on the bedside table as if the inanimate piece of cloth held some sort of lifeform.

Hands pressing into the plush mattress by each side of your head, Abby peppered kisses along your cheeks, revelling in the soft squeaks emitted from your tranquil form. "Abs.." You drew out the first syllable almost to the point of incoherency, voice barely audible as you reached up to hug your arms around her neck, blinking up at her with pleading eyes. "I need you."

Nudging her arched nose against yours, she hummed lowly, the simplicity of her tone highlighted by the smugness that naturally lived within her. She hooked her thumb and forefinger around your chin, free hand dipping between your legs, the pad of her thumb finding and circling your clit in slow, even circles as she spoke. "Gonna stretch you out, baby.. Yeah? Wanna feel this pretty pussy wrapped around my fingers."

Abby's fingers prodded at your entrance with no further warning, her eyes locked on your features as if you were simply a figment of her imagination, something that could melt into thin air if she looked away for even a single moment. Your hands wrapped around her broad shoulders when her middle finger pressed into you, nails digging into the skin exposed by her sleeveless shirt, leaving crescent-like indents among the freckles. "Fuck.." You whimpered, eyebrows creased together as her thickset finger dragged against your gummy walls, settling for a moment to get you used to the way she felt inside of you, before her ring finger followed suit, curling into you at a relaxed pace.

"Greedy pussy's suckin' me right in.." You couldn't help but blush profusely at her words, tugging her closer to bury your face in the crook of her neck, shying away from her consuming gaze despite her being knuckle deep inside you, moulding you to the curve of her fingers as if you were designed specifically for her. "Nuh-uh, pretty. Look at me.. Look at me while I fuck you," She groaned the minute your eyes left hers, hold tightening around your chin as she tugged your pretty face back into view.

Your arousal glistened against her fingers, pussy drooling down the length of her digits as they disappeared inside you, pace only quickening as she grew hungry for the way your irises disappeared into your skull when she had you like this. She nudged at the sweet spot inside of you every time she curled her fingers, wanton moans spewing from your parted lips as something tightened inside you like a spool of thread tangled within your abdomen- it was only a matter of time before it came undone, you right along with it.

"Ab-Abby.." You all but cried, tears lining along your waterline at the sheer blissfulness that surrounded you in a fuzzy cloud of pure ecstasy.

"I know, baby. I know. You look so pretty like this. You gonna cum? Gonna cum for me?" Abby rambled, almost as if she were trying to verbalize the entirety of her thoughts in that moment, whisper sweet nothings as you fell apart on her fingers.

You nodded; head bobbing up and down as if you were weighted down by an invisible force, not in control of your own movements as your hips rocked in time with Abby's fingers. Your insides throbbed as she rolled your clit beneath her thumb, clenching around her fingers as your gaze once again locked on hers, your arousal heightened by the downright animalistic obsession that sparkled within the whites of her eyes. "'M gonna cum.."

Wasn't that obvious?

"Nice and easy, baby. That's it.." She drawled, fingers scissoring into you as she worked you through the orgasm that rippled throughout your body with a suddenness that had you crying out, back arching off the mattress as your thighs trembled in oversensitivity.

Your body fell slack against the bed, a thin sheen of sweat blanketing your skin as your chest heaved, breath shallow as you, with your arms still wrapped around Abby's shoulders, clung to her as if your very life depended on it. Her fingers dragged lazily through your soaked folds, merely playing with your slick as she pressed kiss after kiss against your temple, stray hairs clinging to your flushed skin.

A beat of silence fell over the bedroom, the only audible sound being the oxygen that filled your lungs unevenly.

"Can you give me another, angel?" She broke the silence with a soft murmur, her tone almost coaxing you into letting her fill you up once more, addicted to how you stretch around her fingers.

"..Yeah."

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flor4de4amor · 1 day

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cheerleader!reader having a threesome w basketball!abby n team photographer!ellie

#lina speaks ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#good morning everyone :)#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut

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andersonsprincess · 2 days

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UGH i need her so BAAADDD

#abby anderson #wlw #abby tlou #abby anderson smut

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k3n-dyll · 6 hours

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||Men, minors, and ageless DNI

CW: 18+, wlw, fem!reader, pure smut, oral (r!recieving), fingering (r!recieving), cheating, arranged marriage mentioned, southern accent, Abby is implied to be a criminal for like a second, getting caught Word Count: 1,186 || Masterlist || Divider creds || Palestine Links

Notes ☆ Some 1800s cowgirl Abby smut to hold y'all over while I get the similarly set series started (I'm being nitpicky about my writing). Also, didn't mean for this to be long lol

➳ If you allow yourself to linger on the thought for a moment - to do a bit of mental gymnastics for the sake of getting this nagging feeling of guilt and shame to subside - this really isn't your fault.

Truly. It isn't. It's theirs.

You weren't the one that wanted to marry, and you sure as hell wouldn't have chosen this suitor of all of them. That was your pious father. Good intentions aside, he was the one that confined you to this life.

And your sorry excuse for a husband, well, he took the other half of the blame. He's never home, and when he is the man always seems to have more important things to do. Not that you really want his attention anyway, but still, it'd be nice to at least speak to the person you're forced to live with. Aside from when he wants to be inside of you, of course.

If not for them you wouldn't even be here.

If only your father hadn't mettled with your marriage status - let you become some sort of spinster instead. If your scraggly bearded husband had simply kept his shady business dealings in the back of a bar instead of inviting them to his home - her large, calloused hands wouldn't be caught so tightly around your hips. You wouldn't be sitting in the head chair of the office you weren't technically allowed to be in, but the one you had renovated, all the same, eyeing the perpetually unfinished paperwork on his desk in a sad attempt to keep yourself grounded.

"You taste so fuckin' good, y'know that?"

Abby's voice and the warm, wet feeling of her tongue dragging along your slit bring you out of your own head, hips bucking up slightly at the contact you've been all but whining for, while she just nipped and kissed at your inner thighs. You look down at the blonde positioned snugly between your legs with a furrowed brow, trying your best to seem disapproving though the moans you let out tell a different story.

Who does she think she is? Popping up at your front door in the middle of the day, knowing damn well your husband wasn't home from work. This had only happened a few times before and even so, you knew why she'd come over the moment you saw the smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips when you confirmed that the man of the house was out for the day.

She wanted to fuck you in his office this time. Defile the sacred workplace of the man she calls a "friend" simply to make you uncomfortable.

Her piercing blues gaze right back into your eyes, and while half her face is hidden underneath the fabric of your skirts, you can tell that smug smile is back by the way her eyes crinkle right before they close.

It's the last you see of her freckled face before your head is tossed back in pleasure, sinful moans flooding from your parted lips as she laps at your cunt. No amount of guilt or shame would ever make you feel low enough to tell her to stop - not when her tongue makes you squirm and twitch in ways your betrothed could only ever dream of doing.

Abby never fails to make herself seem like a woman starved, messily licking and sucking at your pulsing, puffy clit, slurping you up as if you were her first and last ever meal on this Earth.

And she'd be damned if she let you breathe for even a second.

She wants to hear you gasping, gulping for air before she allows herself to pull away and she does more even then. Pushing through a sore jaw and aching fingers without complaint for as long as you could handle it.

"A-Abby... can't take much more" You whine, your thighs squeezing onto either side of her flushed face as you gently palm at the top of her head.

A high-pitched whine escapes your throat at the curl of the two thick fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, a low, amused growl coming from Abby at the sound.

"Aw, c'mon baby. Y'got another one in there for me, don't you? You and I both know you won't get to feel this good for a long while once I'm gone" she speaks in that soft, honey-like tone that makes you weak in the knees. The gentle southern drawl laced within her every syllable sending shivers through your body at the sound alone. Looking down at her is a mistake you never fail to make in this circumstance. She knows what a simple look from her can do to you and she takes advantage of it without remorse, chuckling as she watches you nod in response.

"Atta girl" She lands a quick smack on your thigh before diving back into you, a concoction of spit and slick spilling down her chin and wetting the inner fabrics of your skirt, the only sound to accompany the smacking and sucking against your pussy being your whorish cries.

Your breathing becomes quicker and more shallow when you're close. Eyes glazing over as your jaw slacks, brows knitted together in desperation for another orgasm. Your tells are so predictable, yet so incredibly delicious to Abby. This is a state only she gets to see you in. Not that you've ever confirmed it aloud for her but it's clear to her that the pompous ass you're married to can't even make you cum.

"Say it, darlin'. C'mon, you know what I wanna hear" Abby growls, popping up from underneath your skirt, detaching her lips from around your clit, and replacing them with her thumb just to speak. Just to taunt you. You do know what she wants to hear, and part of you wants to roll your eyes at the thought. Maybe you would have if your head wasn't so blank. If you weren't so aware that she'd stop pumping her fingers inside of you completely if you didn't give her the satisfaction, maybe you would be so bold as to give her attitude.

"Only you - fuck! Only you can make me feel like this"

Abby chuckles

"Oh, I know, sweet thing. Now cum for me"

Your orgasm is blinding and loud. So much so that you don't even hear the front door open from downstairs. Nor do you hear the footsteps that follow, too occupied with rutting yourself onto her fingers, gushing with each snap of your hips. Abby is just as oblivious, lifting up from her place between your thighs to crash her lips onto yours, too focused on wanting you to taste yourself on her tongue to even notice the jingling office door doorknob.

It's only when you both hear the old door begin slowly creaking open that your attention is snatched from one another, expressions shifting from ones of lust and satisfaction to pure horror as you both make eye contact with the twisted-up, angry face of the man you had just slandered aloud. Your husband. Back home early from work

Shit.

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whorefordina · 1 month

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THIS IS VERRY ABBY CORE (can someone make drabble about this 🙏🏽🙏🏽)

#the last of us #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby the last of us #wlw #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson fluff #abby x black reader #abby tlou

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buckleysbitch · 11 hours

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summary ~ sub!abby x dom!reader timeee! thank you to @ghgygd for the request 🤍

warnings ~ filthy as absolute fuck, strapping (abby receiving) maybeeeee dacryphilia if you squint hard

authors note ~ i need to go rub SEVERAL out after writing this good god….anyways reqs are open angels!!

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*ping!*

angel 🪽 ~ alright pretty girl, when i get home i need you naked, on your knees by the bed.

angel 🪽 ~ oh, and pull out the strap, vibrator, and lube.

angel 🪽 ~ be home in 20, love you abs 🤍

abby's muscular thighs shook with excitement. you'd been out for what had felt like an agonizingly long time, like you had gone off to war and wouldn't be back for years. in reality, you'd been gone for a couple hours to take a work meeting in the next city over, but to your preciously down bad girlfriend, it felt like eons.

obeying your instruction, her inner thighs already sticky and damp with desire, she heads up to your shared room. the blonde girl plucks the toy and it's companions from your bedside drawer, placing them neatly in a line on your comforter.

checking her phone and flipping it onto the bed, abby notices she has some time to take a quick shower before your arrival. just to freshen up….of course.

and that’s how you found abby, keeled over in the thick steam, fingers plugging her gooey hole.

“out.” you demand, your girlfriend flinching at the surprising sound of you. she quickly turns off the water, stepping out of the fog, landing inches from your lips.

“hey angel! how w-“

“go lay down. ass up.”

pushing her lower lip out subconsciously, she obeys, quickly drying off her dripping, freckled skin, and landing face first into the pillows.

“now, abigail.”

oh fuck. she shudders at the sound of her name, knowing you only use it when she’s in deep shit.

“you know i don’t have many rules, but what’s the most important one i have?” you question her, quietly shuffling off your clothes and securing your black harness around your waist, the lavender 9 inch silicone springing to life.

“i-i….can’t touch myself without permission.” she murmurs, bracing herself for the eventual impact of your hands on her plush ass.

“that’s right honey. now, because i’m feeling generous…..and i had such a bad day, im still gonna fuck you, okay? but….”

“can you show me what you were doing in the shower?” you coo, reveling in abby’s blonde head bobbling incessantly. sauntering over to the tail end of the bed, abbys thighs spread perfectly. the scene was fucking incredible, you only wish you could’ve captured that moment forever on video; abby fingering herself knuckle deep with three of her stocky digits. abby grew wetter as she noticed you attempting to mask your amused expression under taunting disappointment. as she grew closer, you notice her thighs trembling.

“enough.”

abby throws her head back at the demand, slipping her fingers out as you catch her palm, guiding her into your mouth. swirling her digits clean, you release her with a soft popping sound.

“good girl….doesnt even look like i’ll need the lube, hm?” you chuckle to yourself, inspecting her glistening cunt.

“look at you, so pretty even after punishments…” you tease, arms on either side of abby, as you reach down and ghost your warm, wet mouth over a pebbled nipple. she whines in response, bucking up her hips in despair.

“p-please….please….”

“shh, shh…..” you seal your lips to hers, unraveling her perfectly plaited braid, giving you the opportunity to tug lightly at the nape of her scalp. “so beautiful angel….” she mewls in response, your figure snaking ever so slowly down her abdomen. greedy hands quickly find their way into your hair, before you smack her away gently.

“nuh uh. you touch me and i’ll stop.” you demand, staring deep into her oceanic eyes as you spit bitterly on her clit, before sucking in her quivering clit. and suddenly, tasting her, your eyes blow out, your head empty, fuzzy even; only abby’s angelic whines able to ground you in reality.

“m-m’ gna’ cum!” she yelps, her fingers fisting the sheets, desperate to touch your pretty, dampened face. responding quickly, you suck harshly on the throbbing, swollen bud, her back arching into your mouth, chanting your name like a goddamn prayer as she releases.

panting, the girl regains her composure, as you smooth down her hair for a moment. she goes to find solace in the crook of your neck, before you move away, chuckling.

“what? you thought i put this strap on for nothing?” her eyes go wide, recalling the silicone teasing her hole what felt like days ago. whining, she spreads her legs, welcoming you once more.

“nope, ass up.” you tut, lightly tapping the flesh of her thigh as her hair cascades over her flushed face, into the pillows yet again. “awe, my girl need some help?” hands finding their way into her hair, pulling it into a messy, makeshift ponytail. you tug the tendrils towards you, forcing abby away from the comfort of the pillows beneath her.

steadily inhaling, you bottom out into her in one stroke, to your….disappointment. pecking her back, you instruct her to stay where she was, while you rummage around until you found your unique, 11 inch dick, matching the color of your other straps for aesthetic, obviously. attaching it to your harness and slipping your bullet vibrator in between your clit and the fabric, you reassume your position. abby moans feeling the girth of your new appendage, her head nearly hitting the safety of the pillows before you yank her scalp back once again.

“s-s’….too big…” she cries out.

“if it’s ‘too big’, then why are you still pushing your hips up on me, trying to take more?” you reply, reveling in your girlfriends sticky cunt swallowing your dick.

“such a slut….missed this pretty pussy so much today….just wanna breed her so bad.”

abby wails in response, gummy walls pulsing around your dick as she fucks herself up against you while you thrust, sinful smacking of skin filling the space.

“y-yeah?” you pant, “you want me to breed you abs? d-don’t- hgnh- worry, gonna fill you up like you deserve.” the buzzing of the vibrator was driving you damn near insane along with your girlfriend plastered out on the bed looking like a painting, sweat glimmering on her tanned freckles.

“g-gna’ cum in this pussy….” groaning, abby clenches around you, while you pick up the pace to an unforgiving tempo.

“ah….ah….ah!” she exhales with every pounding thrust, the image driving you over the edge. it seems like abby is joining you, with a chorus of your name.

as the hazy white around your high fades, you find abby’s all too familiar figure, pressing sweet, tender kisses to her neck. she grumbles back to life, swiping her sweat from her eyebrows with her forearm.

“so….hard day at work?” she chuckles, pulling you into her arms, fingers weaving through your frizzed out hair.

“the worst.”

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