I donât care that youâre a stoner
Ceo!abby
Dr. A.A
CW: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, mean!abby, sub!reader, light bondage (belt), tribbing brrr, talks of strap usage, tribbing breeding kink brrr, degradation, fingering, cum play
A/N: this is technically a drabble but I gave it a title bc thatâs what Chappell deserves
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Why Dr. Anderson decided to come to you, your pathetic excuse of an âofficeâ instead of your usual frequent visits to hers, was beyond you. Following her around like a dog to her every beck and call. Having to call her doctor since she insisted on getting her doctorate in financeâŚfucking prick.
Even your credentials, your place in the hierarchy of the company didnât exclude you from being her little bitch. She seldom gave you the decency of just looking at you when you did her dirty work. Filing her papers, calling her clients, getting her coffee, black of course, like she would drink anything with an ounce of happiness.
She never thanked you. She made it clear where you stood to her, below her. A bleeding, breathing, able-minded body. It could be you, or the next, as long as it was done correctly.
So nice of her as she glares at you from the door of your office that was always open. âWhat are your plans for tonight?â She says driving her veiny wrists into her slack pockets, her normal intimidating eyes driving into your soul.
âI should be done that paperwork by six, is there something else I need to get to you?â
âAfter that,â she remarks sternly, as if you shouldâve know that, as if that was something sheâd ever asked before.
âUhh go home?â You answer dumbly, utterly confused by her insistence on your personal endeavors.
âCome out with us tonight. We go to maxâs down the road,â it was a question with no opportunity for refusal. You didnât say no to Dr.Anderson.
âOh I donât-â you shake your head before she cuts you off.
âI know I can smell you. Seven. Tonight.â
Sprawled out, aggressively stripped of your outing dress, on her luxurious thousand thread cotton sheets. Dr. Andersonâs Louis Vuitton belt tied around your wrist, her attempt to regain dominance.
Even as sheâs panting, muffled curses coming out as pleas as she grinds her soaking cunt against your own. Her clit is so swollen now, after completely abusing your hole. Her pent up arousal seeping into the sticky mess she created with her relentless thrusts earlier.
âCouldnât fucking stop thinking âbout this,â she pants out, rutting into you like a dog in heat, her sticky white cum ruining her precious expensive sheets.
You canât seem to find words to remark her pathetic admission, so completely fucked out from your previous orgasm.
Kneading your breast in her hand she brings her teeth to your neck, biting down on the thin flesh, sure to leave marks for everyone to see. But that wasnât enough for her.
âGonna cum in this needy pussy, let everyone know how much of a whore you are.â
A guttural moan leaves your throat, the thought of her marking you, claiming you as hers.
âHmm the little slut likes that? Getting used as my fucking cumdump?â
The only thing you can seem to mutter out is a sad âmhmmâ as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
A âfucking slutâ is heard in the background as you feel her reposition herself, turning herself sideways inbetween your legs, throwing your leg over her shoulder. She reconnects your swollen clits, with the addition of sliding two of her thick fingers back into you. Slipping in with ease, coating her fingers with the mix of pearl slick.
âFUCK,â you come back to your senses at the new sensation, needing to hold onto anything but your hands are still bound by her belt.
âStill so fucking tight, need to stretch her out so itâll only feel good when I do it.â Her pace beginning to quicken, her hips bucking into your thigh. Her teeth biting into the flesh of your thigh, holding back whimpers of your name.
âB-better take all my cum. Every last drop slut,â she begins losing herself, her thrusts only getting sloppier. Gripping into the flesh of your thighs to stabilize herself, trying to get you off again before herself.
âI-I promise doctor.â
Was what set her off, dropping her head back as her mouth gapes. âfuckfuckholyfuck,â her legs begin to shake, hot white cream dripping out of her pulsing hole, dripping down your clit and finding its home in your own twitching abandoned hole.
Huffing out as she regains her stability, realizing sheâs losing time, her cum dripping down to her sheets and spreading. Not where she needed it.
She takes her fingers back to your cunt, scooping up whatâs left, pushing it deep inside of you and keeping them as far as she can get.
âThis is what you wanted huh? Nasty fucking mess stuffed with my cum,â she says with a grin of the devil herself. So pleased seeing you so dumb for her, another level of submission she could coax you into.
You give a pathetic nod, feeling her cum painting your walls as sheâs deep in your cervix. She begins giving tantalizing licks to your clit as she watches your chest rise and fall.
âAbby please-â
Before you could finish you feel a rough grab on your belt adorned wrists, pulling you up to face her.
âGet the rest you missed.â She says pulling you down into the sheets, your mouth opening instinctively. Licking the cum soaked cotton sheets as she watches you from below her.
Once sheâs satisfied she grips your jaw in her hand, guiding your gaze to her soaking cunt, still dripping with the mix of both of your orgasms-
âEvery. Last. Drop.â
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Dom!abby cockwarming you during a scary movie â˝
CW: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, sub!reader, cockwarming obv, hair pulling, little degradation, spit??, sleeping with fingers inside, no y/n, no pdor
A/N: is this me procrastinating a full fic or me missing Halloween you pick your fighter!
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She knew you hated scary movies, she knew youâd get so freaked youâd jump into her lap and shove your face in her neck to avoid any jumpscares.
What you didnât know was that the entire time she was strapped underneath her baggy grey sweatpants. Her clit throbbing in anticipation as you inch closer to her slowly.
She just wanted to make you feel safe, and how much safer could you get with her six inches deep into your cunt?
You were practically already on top of her, legs splayed over her muscly thighs, head nudged into crease of her neck, and eyes barely peering at the screen, hidden by the golden pieces of hair that framed her face.
She was so close to picking you up and moving you there herself, she couldnât even focus on the movie, gawking at your bare thighs. She couldnât wait to have you whining on top of her cock.
One last jump scare and you were done, crawling up onto her lap in search of comfort, little did you know you it would only get worse.
She giggles as you realize the destiny she set out for you. Widening your mouth at the realization and staring at her shit eating grin.
âAbs you- are you-â before you can even finish sheâs gripping the back of your neck to pull you into her open mouth, using her free hand to shift you into a straddle.
You canât help but to grind onto the bulge over her sweats, moaning into her mouth. She takes the opportunity in stride to watch how pathetic you already are, âletâs make a deal-â she says shoving her hand down your pajama shorts to drag agonizingly slow circles at your clit, âyouâre gonna wrap this needy little cunt around my cock for the rest of the movie, and if you can finish it, Iâll let you cum.â
You whine at her proposal, just wanting to throw out the movie completely and let her split you open already. âB-but what if I canât,â you pout.
She removes her hand to shimmy down her sweats just enough that the plastic cock springs out. Gripping into your thighs she turns you around to face the screen. She pulls the thin cloth of your pajama shorts to the side and guides you onto the strap, following a guttural plea pulled from your throat.
She pulls you gently by the hair so your back is flesh with her chest, âthen Iâll sleep inside of you tonight,â she finishes her deal.
You whine at the sensation, the threat, and the desire to bounce on her cock without her permission. She loved doing this to you- seeing how needy youâd get for her to move.
But you knew your consequences, if you moved without her permission sheâd just edge you over and over again, ruining every orgasm she was nice enough to bring you close to, but mean enough to never let you finish.
You were being so good, now that you were focused on her cock stuffing you full you, the movie wasnât bothering you. You tried not making any noises knowing sheâs get bored and thrust into you for her own amusement.
Your teeth were breaking the skin of your lip as she gripped into your hips and pulled you back harshly onto the plastic once. Almost drawing blood into the palms of your hands from your fingernails you try not to break. Thank god it wasnât a real dick because you could feel yourself pulsing around the plastic.
She leans back into the shell of your ear, âyou can play cool all you want, youâre soaking my fucking cock,â she says driving another thrust into you.
This time you canât help but let out the whine pent up inside you, âawh thereâs my slut, tell me how bad you need it,â abby coos.
âPlease abs- please, I need you,â you beg as she lets out pleased sighs. This is exactly what she wanted, breaking you into a desperate mess on her cock, begging for friction.
âBe a good girl and suck on my fingers,â abby says, placing her two fingers at the entrance of your mouth, waiting for you to take the initiation.
Which you do, rolling and lapping your tongue around her thick fingers, knowing exactly what Iâd get you in return.
Once she was pleased she removed them, taking them back to her own mouth, shooting her own spit on them and wrapping her forearm around your hip to rub circles on your swollen clit.
âNow show me how badly you need it,â a relieved sigh leaves your mouth at her approval. This is her way of showing you can finally use her cock to please yourself.
Bouncing up and down onto the soaking plastic as she shows no remorse on your clit. Even after you come, until the movie is over you have to keep her inside of you. She gives you a moment to regroup after an orgasm since you were good, but when sheâs ready for another one she thrusts back in to signal you to start again.
She was nice this time, letting you sleep with her two fingers nuzzled into your cunt instead of the strap. ďżź
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Vengeance (500 followers celebration!!)
The boat scene we deserved ;)
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Summary: Abby finds you drunk, hiding away on a boat. Will you leave your girlfriend and run off with your childhood love?
Warnings: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, sub!reader, hate sex, abby being possessive, cheating (tsk tsk donât do this), fingering, slapping, slight overstimulation, dubcon since reader is drunk but consenting
A/N: so this is the overall winning poll for the celebration so I hope you all enjoy! I donât think Iâve ever read boat scene for queer abby so Iâm like lowkey scared if this is uncharted territory lmao. Also this like loosely?? Follows what happens in g2 but I just made it gay as fuck also unrealistic for the relationship dynamic but I! Donât! Care! Okay bye!
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âThought Iâd find you here,â she looks disappointed, but knowingly. Of course she would find you here, where the fuck else would you have gone, home? There was no home.
âYaâno heâll kill you too for just coming to find me,â slurs out your mouth, youâd be drinking since dawn perhaps. Drinking every bit you have left, not like youâd have a rainy day in store for you come sunlight.
âIâll take my chancesâŚâ she situates herself up on the bench with her forearms lazily cast over her thighs, âhow much have you had to drink,â itâs not accusatory, more of a redundant question she knew the answer to before sheâd ever taken off to find you.
You take another hefty swig straight from the dirty bottle, letting the lip knock against your teeth. âFuck off,â you throw out at her, eyes cast on the doorway she had walked through, both dead men walking now.
âSo you want to tell me what happened,â now she begins to pry, all the rumors she had heard, maybe they were true, but she thought she knew you better. Once she did, when she was yours, if you could even call it that. Perhaps unspoken puppy love, a trauma bond of sorts. Whatever it was, was over, not that you ever had the decency to tell her. You were with someone else now, whether it was right or not, it was your newfound reality.
âIâm not like youâŚâ your gaze meets hers at last, the words trail off, she knew what she had heard was true. âI couldnât fucking do it, she was pregnant, begged for me to spare herâŚthe kid. You donât understand what itâs like, my morals are fucked from those people. This isnât us. This isnât you.â
âYou donât think Iâve been put in fucked situations?â
âThatâs my point abby, this is all fuckedâŚâ you throw your hands hazardously in the air that springs droplets of the honey liquor flying out. Your feet move on their own, bringing you into an upright position as you begin closing in on her, âwe are all just chess pieces in their game, when will you understand that.â
She rises out of her seat to meet your stance, she was much stronger, much more intimidating than you could ever surmount to, but the honey liquid encouragement was working overtime. âSo youâre just going to run off? you canât escape this,â her words reek of venom now.
âCome with me,â it comes out as a plea, but confident in meaning. She lets out a scoff at your attempt, shaking her head at your scheme. âWhat youâre just going to leave her?â She didnât need to give a name, a further explanation, you both knew the predicament well enough.
Would you leave her?
âYes.â
âYouâre a fucking ass you know that-â she begins to walk past you but you take grip at her muscled bicep, you feel as it twitches under your grasp.
âAbby-â you begin to plead. She gives you one last look of adoration before ripping you to pieces.
She begins backing you into the nearest wall, pushing her hands into your chest to get you to her desired location, âno- fuck you- you donât get to do that anymore.â She continues to dig her palms into your chest, you try to pull them off of you to no avail, on any day youâd be no match for her strength, but today the liquor only worsened your case.
âYou know youâre different,â you bite at her, deepening your gaze, letting your eyes speak louder than your words could. She takes a moment to stare at you, truly wondering if youâd even meant it, if she knew the truth. âDonât fucking do that-â her palm grips at your throat now with no real threat as her other palm continues to dig into the flesh of your chest.
âYou know itâs true abby.â
âGod I fucking hate you,â she says through gritted teeth. She can barely get out the sentence before clashing her mouth against yours. She ravenous, eating you alive, digging her fingers into your soft flesh. She wasnât allowed to have you for so long, but now, for however long she could, sheâd reclaim what was hers.
Shes sloppy, mouth messy against yours as you both fight for dominance, dueling for the right over one another. While her teeth begin to bite down at your lip she brings her wavering fingers to the button of your jeans, attempting to break you out of any confines that are in her way. She rips them down off of you with no generosity as she whips you around so that your chest and palms are pressed into the wall.
You canât see her, she wanted it that way. This was wrong, but she couldnât stop herself. In the end you were always hers anyways.
Youâre left panting into the cold wood of the walls, awaiting her punishment. Her large hands grip into your bare hips, jutting them out so they meet her completely clothed pelvis.
âAlways were so pliable huh?â She taunts into the shell of your ear, making you shutter under her breath.
âI hate that you made it happen like this,â her hand swings down and lays a stinging smack into the meat of your ass, you breathe out hoarsely. âI hate what you do to me,â another smack is laid into you, this time eliciting a whine to escape your throat. âI fucking hate what you make me feel,â this time the infliction came harder than the rest, the slick now beginning to run down your thighs, aching so badly to be touched.
âAbby- please.â
Her knee comes between your own, opening them up wider for her, your slick stringing a sticky web between your thighs. Her hand snakes around your waist, without warning leaving a gentle smack onto the mound. You let out an eager whimper at the decadent pain. She rubs the wound quickly after, feeling your built up arousal in her fingertips that elicits a smug groan in your ear.
She continues to rub down your slick slit with no true target in mind, coaxing as many pathetic moans she could get at her indirection for your pleasure.
âDoes she touch you like this?â
You donât respond, brain too fuzzy to play into her antics. Another smack is laid into the soft pink flesh, hitting your swollen clit perfectly.
âDo you let her?â She says with more aggression this time, rubbing harsh circles around your clit now. You canât help the guttural moan that comes out, ây-YES.â You should lie, but you didnât want to know what she would do if she found out you were lying.
Her pace doesnât falter, continuously circling the swollen bud, âdoes she feel better.â You pause for a moment, knowing the answer but forced with the moral dilemma of speaking it- âno.â
âI know.â Her fingers come off your clit causing a pathetic whine out of you. Her hand comes to the back of you now, her fingertips prodding at your fluttering hole, teasing the impending doom of her cruelty.
âDeep breath,â she commands of you. You pace your rapid breathing to suck in deep- when she hears the air hit your lungs she plunges her pointer and middle finger deep inside. Thereâs no grace, no sympathy as she beats into you. Her fingers already coated in your slick haphazardly plunging into your sweet spot.
Your screams donât stop now, so completely full from her fingers, lust coating your eyes over white. You bite into her forearm placed next to your head to stabilize herself, teeth cutting close to the bulging veins. Her own breath beginning to falter, you can hear the faint moans trailing out her own mouth, almost completely covered by your moans.
Your walls start closing in on her fingers, she rips her free hand out of the tight enclosure of your mouth, in seconds working tight circles on your enlarged clit. The sensation of both stimulants drawing you to the edge of your climax âabby- Iâm going t-â
âTell me you donât love her.â
She wasnât going to make this easy, of course she wasnât. But youâd do anything for release now. âI donât- I- donât!â
Her fingertips on your clit stop circling as she pinches onto it, and thrusts even harder into your hole, âsay her fucking name.â
Youâre screaming out, breathless, mind numb, youâd kill to finish at this point.
âI donât love Ellie! Please!â
âGood girl now cum on my fingers,â and like that she continued, fucking into you relentlessly, fingers barely stable coated in slick at your clit.
Your ears began to ring as your orgasm took full autonomy over you, sending waves of pleasure down your pathetic structure and out through your needy throat. All you could muster out was incoherent spells of curses and the name of your capture. She took everything she could from you, never letting up till you begin to shake from the overstimulation.
Her fingers trailed from your clit to your hip, she dug her nails into the flesh there. The fingers wedged in your hole remained, gently thrusting when she felt it pulse, eliciting strained whimpers from you.
âI hate that I love you,â as she pulled her fingers out of you, leaving you there limp.
What happened before this?
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please write cock (strapđ) warming with abby
nsfw ๨ŕ§
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"please... please."
the begging and pleading goes ignored, you just continue to plant kisses all over abby's pretty flushed face. you hum and slide your hands up her chest to hold her face when you pull away. "what? tell me."
abby tries to answer, but all that comes out is a desperate sigh, staring up at you and begging with her eyes. begging that you'll play nice just for a little.
you smile and coo down at her, your thumbs rubbing over the apples of her cheeks. she leans into your touch and tries to push her hips up into you, her strap buried inside you shifting and erupting a gasp from you. "please let me fuck you."
you know what shes doing; trying to get an advantage over you. admittedly, it almost works... but youre not that easy unfortunately.
she starts babbling about how good she'll make you feel, how hard she'll make you cum. you find it amusing how she's already pussy drunk despite you restraining her.
you frown, but its not genuine. youre mocking her.
"oh, i know baby. you always do... but i need my fun first."
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soft sex with abby nsfw, mating press, strap on, sweet words, i always refer to strap on as dicks đ¤ˇđžââď¸
abby loves when you pout your lips, when your sad or upset, when you want something or when sheâs fucking your pussy to the brim.
she has your legs over her shoulders, her chest pressed against yours as she fucks you deep. you let out a whimper, tears slipping down your face, lips in a pout as you grip on her biceps. abby coos as you let out a sweet whimper of her name. âitâs ok baby, your doing so well,â she says kissing your tears away.
ââm so full abs.â her dick is rubbing against your insides just right, her tip fucking against your cervix and the artificial veins rubbing against your sweet spot.
âyour such a good girl, mama.â she nuzzles her face in the crock of your neck, bringing her hand down to rub at your throbbing clit. âuhm~ fuck! i wanna m-make you a mommy soo bad abs!â you say absentmindedly, head thrown back moaning loudly as you clench around her.
abby letâs out a desperate whimper at your words fucking you harder as unravel on her strap.
she leans into your ear as you come down from your high, âiâm gonna make you a mommy one day baby.â
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â p*rvy neighbor! ellie hcs
contains content that can be triggering for some, PLEASE proceed with caution
warnings: stalking, p*rv ellie obvi, breaking and entering, setting cameras up without consent, somnophilia, dubious consent, manipulation, masturbation + guided masturbation, panty stealing, pet names, sleeping meds used on reader without consent, crying, gaslighting, hair pulling, inappropriate use of stuffed animal lol, codependent relationship, reader is pretty dumb and naive, dacryphilia, lap sitting, fingering, cursing, mentions of strap
a/n: repost of old hcs cus i havenât had time to write and i miss creepy els!!! hope u all enjoy <3
wc: 5.5k
๨ৠonce you let ellie into your life, she will go to extensive measures to keep you reliant on her. the one tactic that seems to work the most is breaking into your house whenever youâre out so that she can mess things up just so that you will come to her for help.
๨ৠto her, itâs almost too easy to keep you coming back to herâ almost like you want her to keep ruining things just so she can help put everything back into place.
๨ৠso it becomes part of her daily routine, getting into your house through a window that she had broken the lock on just so she could get in easily. sheâll move items you use frequently to make it noticeable that someone else had been in your home, just so that you would come to her house later that night begging for her to sleep over so she could keep you safe.
๨ৠwhen you begged her to come over to fix your beeping smoke detector, she saw an opportunity that she simply couldnât pass up. when she was inside your home, she asked you to grab her a glass of water while she was working to make sure that you wouldnât notice what she was about to do. you immediately gave into her request, rushing off to the kitchen so you could get her some cold water to cool down. while youâre away, she makes quick work of setting up hidden cameras throughout your house, having just enough time to hide one in your bedroom that would give her the perfect view of you as you slept.
๨ৠshe no longer has to rely solely on seeing you through your windows, as she was now able to watch your every move at any given moment. she canât even sleep without making sure you are safe in the comfort of your bed and she always keeps the camera audio on while she sleeps, just to make sure that sheâll be alerted if anything goes wrong while she is apart from you.
๨ৠshe even gets you a little teddy bear as a surprise one dayâ the stuffed animal having a small camera inside that you were unaware of. this was her way of keeping you safe and she was beyond pleased that you adored the gift so much, as you carried it around almost everywhere. it put her at ease to be able to know what you were doing at all times and you even named your beloved bear after her.
๨ৠeven though she can see you from the cameras, she still makes an effort to take pictures of you from her window once a day. most times it's when you are undressing in your room, the lace curtains on your window being pulled back just enough that ellie could see you perfectly. she comes to realize that you are rather blissfully unaware of your surroundings, which only makes it easier for her to get up close pictures of you. often times she will be sitting on the couch with you and notice that you are facing her with your legs perfectly spread, your pink cotton panties on display for herâ and she just canât pass up the opportunity to get a picture of your clothed cunt. she is still careful about it, opening up the camera on her phone before asking you a question to keep you distracted while she snaps a few pictures. The up-the-skirt pictures are her absolute favorites and she most definitely has a special photo album on her phone just for those pictures.
๨ৠellie loves watching you hang your clothes up to dry, as you have a little clothesline right outside your home that she has a perfect view of from her window. hot summer days are her absolute favorite, as you are always wearing a short dress that lifts at the hem each time a small breeze passes by. she can easily see through your dress, cursing under her breath when she realizes she can see the outline of your tits through the material of your dress. you never once take notice of her watching you from her front window, small huffs passing your lips as the sun beats down on you. each time ellie sees your skin growing rosy from the heat, she is already unbuttoning her jeans so she can get off while she watches you.
๨ৠyou were going about doing your laundry as per usual, bending over to grab a few more clothing items to hang up to dry. only a few feet away, ellie is watching you intently with her hand shoved into her boxers, her fingers moving in and out of her own cunt as she takes in the sight of you. when you hung up your brightly colored panties to dry, ellie couldnât stop a loud curse from passing her lips at the sight. the sudden sound caught your attention, your head whipping around as you tried to figure out where it had come from.
๨ৠfor once, ellie truly believed that she was about to be caught in the actâ although her worries quickly dissipated when you didnât spot her. you decided it was likely another nearby neighbor, returning to the task at hand without a second thought. your stupidity made ellie beyond ecstatic, her fingers only moving faster as she kept her eyes locked on your body. the occurrence only makes her more confident in your inability to catch her, making her feel that she could be a bit more bold with you since you were so clueless.
๨ৠwhenever you invite her over to your house, you make her a cozy makeshift bed on the couch so that she can spend the night. although ellie finds your generosity adorable, it is not enough for her. figuring out a way to have you beg for her to sleep in the same bed as you is an exceedingly simple task, as all she has to do is make you watch a horror movie with her to get you all jumpy and paranoid.
๨ৠyou were settled on the couch beside ellie, your body pressed close to her own as the strangers played on the tv in front of the two of you. she was the one who had suggested the film of course, already knowing that the film would leave you terrified beyond belief. she could feel you tensing up more and more with each passing moment, her hand running along the expanse of your exposed thigh in an attempt to soothe you.
๨ৠâyou scared already, baby?â she questioned in a teasing manner, not bothering to hide the smile that was forming on her lips. You looked at her with wide eyes, almost in disbelief that she was so unfazed by the movie. âmâ not scared, elsâ you insisted, although you practically fell off the couch when a sudden jump scare on screen caught you off guard. you didnât hesitate to move closer to ellie as the movie continued, not making any comments about the way her hand began to wander up your shirt so that her hand was resting against your tummy, her hand dangerously close to your exposed chest as the movie played out.
๨ৠneedless to say, when the movie finally ended you were refusing to let go of ellie so that the two of you could go to bed. âsâ late, bun. you need to get some restâ ellie muttered in a soft tone, pulling her arm away from you so that she could turn the tv off. you were not having it at all, your grip on ellieâs shirt tightening as she attempted to move. âels⌠i think maybe for tonight you should just uhmâ just sleep with me insteadâ you suggested in a rather shaky voice, looking up at her with pleading eyes. and being the wonderful friend ellie is, she indulges you and keeps you safe in her arms the entire night.
๨ৠfrom then on, you never make her sleep out in the living room. you always feel at ease when she is beside you, completely unaware of the fact that she was the one person you shouldnât feel safe around.
๨ৠone night you invite her over and ellie decides to make you tea before bed, insisting that she will feel better if you drink it since she thinks it will help you sleep well. you canât help but swoon a bit from how caring ellie was, immediately complying to her request as you took the tea to sip on before the two of you got into bed. she has you hold out the mug to her so she can blow on it a bit in order to cool it off, not wanting you to accidentally burn your tongue. you take small sips, not noticing anything out of the ordinary as you finish up the tea. unbeknownst to you, ellie had put just enough sleeping medicine into your tea to ensure that you wouldnât wake up in the middle of the night.
๨ৠit wasnât as if you were a very light sleeper but ellie wasnât willing to take any chances tonight, as she had something special in mind. the drowsiness only took a few moments to set in, a small yawn passing your lips once you were settled under the soft blankets on your bed. you mumbled something that ellie couldnât quite understand, although she could only assume that you were making some attempt to say goodnight to her. she turned out the light afterwards, pulling you closer to her own body and waiting a while before she did anything else.
๨ৠafter your breathing evened out completely and your body was relaxing against her own, she moved her hand down so that she could grab your own, giving her control of your motions. she makes quick work of pushing your hand past the waistband of her boxers, her brows furrowing in the slightest bit when your soft fingers make contact with her cunt. âso fucking stupidâ she mumbles as she moves your hand against her, almost upset with how easy it was to take advantage of you. to her, this only proved to her that you needed her in your life because someone with ill intentions may attempt to do exactly what she was doing.
๨ৠellie doesnât bother to keep quiet as she grinds down against your hand, your name leaving her lips like a prayer as she did so. there was no way she could feel guilty about this when you were the one who had welcomed her into your life so easily, and it was clear that she meant you no harm. she just wanted to feel close to youâ she was simply taking an opportunity that you gave her.
๨ৠwhenever you are feeling hyper, she will let you play fight with her to get all that extra energy out. sheâll go easy on you for a bit, a breathy laugh passing her lips from how weak you were in comparison to her. you donât pay her any mind, continuing to grab at her in an attempt to get her pinned down. your attempts always prove futile, as ellie only lets it go on for so long before she starts fighting back. she is never too rough with you, as she only does it so that she can 'accidentallyâ brush her hand against your tits or grope your ass without any questions from you. she will have you pinned down on the bed in no time, pressing her knee against your legs to keep you from being able to squirm away from her. no matter how many times you lose, you will always pout up at her and mutter a quiet âno fairâŚâ as she holds your wrists in a tight grip above your head.
๨ৠif ellie knows that she is going to see you at any point, she will always wear a strap underneath her jeans. she loves to watch your eyes wander with curiosity, although she is disappointed to find that you never ask her what it is. that doesnât stop her from using it to her advantage at all, as she starts having you sit on her lap while the two of you watch whatever horror movie she had picked out just so she could watch you squirm on her lap from having her strap pressed snugly against your cunt.
๨ৠthe living room was rather dark, the only light in the space being provided by the bright colors on the tv along with the moonlight that was shining through the open window. the sweltering heat of the day seemed to linger long after the sun had set, the only comfort being the cool breeze that was moving in through the front window. despite the harsh weather, ellie still insisted that you sit on her lap while the two of you watched my bloody valentine
๨ৠyou were wearing one of ellieâs band t shirts that she had let you borrow, your panties being the only thing covering you up since it was far too hot for you to wear any proper bottoms. she had your back pressed against her chest, still managing to manspread as she kept her right arm lazily wrapped around your waist. each time a loud noise rang throughout the room, you would jump in the slightest bit which caused ellieâs strap to push against you in the best way.
๨ৠellie could hear the little whimper you let out, a slight smirk on her lips as she figured out a way to get you all worked up. she waited patiently for the next jumpscare, watching you flinch in response to the sudden frightening images playing out before you. ellie began to bounce her knee as she shushed the soft noises you let out.
๨ৠthe motion gave you the perfect amount of friction, a blissful moan leaving your plush lips from the feeling. you didnât understand why it felt so good hut you could only assume that ellie was trying to comfort you, the motion seeming to distract you from any fear you felt.
๨ৠâthatâs it, baby. no need to be scared when iâm hereâ she said in a low tone, keeping her leg moving so that she could provide you with the relief you needed. you could only nod your head, unconsciously grinding down against the thick strap that was nudging your clit almost too well. you would never question ellie, especially when she was helping you calm down. she used the grip she had on your waist to guide your motions, pushing your warm cunt down against her lap and listening to all of the pretty noises you let out. sheâll make sure you cum from the interaction, only letting you up when you complained about how much it tickled.
๨ৠafter the first time, it quickly becomes a regular occurrence. sometimes you arenât even truly scared by the movie you are watching with her but you will still feign a fearful expression, whining until ellie gave you what you needed. being the generous neighbor ellie is, she indulges you each time and thanks whatever higher power there is that you were too dumb to question her motives.
๨ৠone night as ellie is watching you through the camera she had in your bedroom, it suddenly dawns on her that she had never seen you touch yourself before. you would just get into bed with the little teddy bear she had gotten you, text her goodnight, and go right to sleep. as she watched you get comfortable under the blankets, her expression turned into something that seemed to show a sick satisfaction.
๨ৠyou probably didnât even know how to get off. the thought alone had ellie letting out a soft groan, muttering a string of curses as she imagined you letting her show you how to make yourself feel good. surely you couldnât be dumb enough to show you how to get off without asking her a few questions, right?
๨ৠshe was more than willing to test out the idea, waiting until the next day to bring it up to you. even if it seemed like a hard topic to bring up out of the blue, ellie was all too prepared for the situation.
๨ৠthe two of you were laying on your bed, splayed out on top of the sheets to keep yourselves cool. the two of you were talking about childhood crushes which wasnât exactly an easy topic for ellie to listen to, as she hated the idea of you even remotely liking anyone who wasnât her. however, she knew it was necessary for what she wanted to do so she toughed it out for the time being.
๨ৠâshit, man⌠i think that girl was the first person i ever got off to. i was totally whipped back thenâ she said after mentioning a crush she had in high school, her head turning in the slightest bit so that she could gauge your reaction to her words.
๨ৠher words caught you off guard, turning your head as well so that your cheek was pressed against the mattress as you looked back at her. your eyes were blown wide, almost in complete disbelief of what she said. you parted your lips to try and say something but you were coming up empty, the idea of ellie saying something so dirty to you making you feel beyond shy.
๨ৠellie decided to fill the silence, finding the words that would get a proper answer out of you. âwho was the first person you got off to?â she questioned in a nonchalant manner, her face not even showing the slightest bit of embarrassment. the question only added to your embarrassment, but you didnât want to be rude to ellie by not answering. âi guess iâve never really done⌠that while thinking of someone elseâ you said rather quietly, and ellie couldâve sworn that she was the luckiest girl alive.
๨ৠhere you were, possibly one of the purest girls on earth, and she was the only person in your life who had the power to ruin that completely. âreally⌠huh. thatâs kinda weird honestlyâ she says with a slight shrug of her shoulders, looking away from you in order to get the reaction she wanted. you were stuttering over your words after she spoke, momentarily wondering why you had never dwelled on the fact that you had never gotten off to anyone else
๨ৠâis it really weird?â you asked in a worried tone, sitting up so that you could look down at ellieâs freckled features. ellie paused for a moment, as if she had to think out her answer. âi think so. i meanâ do you even know how to touch yourself?â she questioned further, no longer needing an excuse for her vulgar questioning. you were pouting a bit, somewhat upset by the idea of her thinking that you didnât know how to touch yourself
๨ৠâi do know! jusâ ⌠i mean, i donât know how to do it that wellâ you admitted in a meek voice, unable to meet ellieâs eyes as you spoke. it was completely true, as you had tried to touch yourself quite a few times in the past but nothing ever seemed good enough. and now that you really thought about it, your only relief was when ellie let you grind against her lap. if she already knew how to help you, certainly there was no harm in asking for her help
๨ৠâcan you help me do it, els?â you questioned before ellie even had a chance to reply to your previous words. she had a pleased smile on her lips, sitting up so that she was at the same eye level as you before she spoke. âmm, i guess so. but if i show youââ she paused for a moment, her hand resting on your exposed thigh as she thought of how to phrase her words. âyou have to think of me while i do it. it wonât feel good unless iâm the only person on your mindâ she explains, praying that you were too trusting to question her.
๨ৠyou didnât hesitate before nodding your head, a bright smile on your lips as you pressed a soft kiss to ellieâs cheek to show how thankful you were. âiâll do anything you tell me to, you always know whatâs best!â
๨ৠthis whole situation led to the current position you were in, your back pressed up against ellieâs chest with her back resting against the headboard. you were tucked between her legs, spreading your own once she instructed you to do so. you kept still for her, letting her hand trail up your thigh so that she could get your dress out of the way. she was feeling rather impatient, letting the thin material bunch around your waist so that she had easy access to your cunt. she did her best to stay calm, her fingers tracing your cunt through your panties to see how you would react
๨ৠthe simple touch made you jolt in the slightest bit, instinctively holding your breath to stop any sudden noises from leaving your lips. ellie was not pleased with your silence, pulling her hand up in the slightest bit before letting her fingers slip past the waistband of your panties so that she could pressed a skilled finger against your clit. the action pulled a low whine from your lips, spreading your legs further for the girl behind you instinctively. âyou gotta relax for me, baby. canât make you feel good if youâre gonna be all tense like thisâ she warned, a smile tugging at her lips when you let out a panicked gasp from the threat
๨ৠyou complied to her directions within a second or two, taking in a shaky breath before letting your whole body relax against her. it was a wonderful feeling, the heat no longer bothering you as you rested back against ellieâs chest. âfollowing my directions so well, pretty girl. knew you could do itâ she mutters, now rubbing slow circles on your clit to see just how much she could make you squirm. ellie was a bit upset that she couldnât see your pussy for herself, as she practically spent half her time imagining what your cunt would look like while clenching around her fingers
๨ৠshe didnât dwell on idea too much, as there was just something so wonderfully obscene about teaching you how to get off with your little cherry patterned panties still on your body. ellie slowly trailed her finger down your cunt, her fingers almost sliding against you from how wet you were. âyour little cunt is absolutely soaked, bun. sâ fuckinâ prevertedâ she said in a mocking tone, wanting to make you feel as if you were in the wrong for being turned on by what she was doing
๨ৠyou were too far gone to make any attempts to defend yourself, nodding your head dumbly as if to agree with what she was saying. ellie scoffs a bit at your reaction, listening intently to the incoherent pleas that were leaving your lips. âplease what? canât give you what you need unless you tell meâ she states in a firm tone, her finger catching on your entrance as she spoke just to make sure you would beg for what you wanted. âplâ please, els! need your fingers, need to be fullâ you babbled, not even grasping what you were saying since you were acting on pure instinct
๨ৠyour reply seemed to be enough for ellie, as she eased her finger into your cunt with almost no resistance. you didnât bother to hold back any sounds, letting a cry of ellieâs name pass your lips as she worked you open. âattaâ girlâ she praised, fucking her finger into you as she spoke. even if you had fingered yourself before, nothing could compare to the way ellie was taking care of you. ellie didnât give you any warning, pushing a second finger in and curling the two digits in the slightest bit.
๨ৠthere was no way for you to even form any coherent thoughts, your hand lightly pulling at ellieâs tattooed forearm when the pleasure became too much all at once. âno more els, i canât do it!â you cried in a shaky voice, your weak grip not helping you escape her fingers that were still pumping into your cunt. ellie couldnât believe how easy it was to get you on edge, not even bothering to hide her surprise as she spoke. âholy shit, you canât be seriousâ she muttered, burying her fingers knuckle deep into your cunt to emphasize her words
๨ৠthe harsh treatment pulled a dry sob from your throat, your body writhing under her touch in an attempt to escape the hold she had on you. it was completely useless, as she was refusing to let you up as she kept dragging her fingers against your soft walls. âyou gonna cum for me, baby? so fuckinâ easy to get you worked upâ she says, her voice laced with malice that you could never seem to grasp properly
๨ৠall you could do was yank at her arm, feeling the muscles of her arm flex as she refused to give up. âcâmon, you were the one begging for it earlier. you can handle it, i know you canâ she continues on, her quick change of tone making your head spin even more than it already was. you continued to cry, insisting that it was too much right before the pleasure hit you all at once. â
๨ৠellie keeps fucking her fingers into you as you ride out your high, a pleased smile on her lips as she felt your cunt clench down on her fingers. by the time you came back down, your chest was heaving and you were still weakly trying to push ellieâs hand away since you were far too sensitive to do anything else. ellie finally pulls her hand back, not hesitating to put her fingers in her own mouth so that she can taste you. she knows you are too fucked out to even notice, taking her time with cleaning your juices off of her fingers.
๨ৠshe switches her attitude quickly, patting your cunt through your panties that now had a wet patch from you previous activities. âyou gotta trust me more, angel. i always know how much you can takeâ she reassures, almost insinuating that she knew your body more than you did. you didnât even try to argue, nodding your head obediently as you tried to catch your breath. her touches become gentle once more, her strong arms keeping you close as she comforts you in your dazed headspace
๨ৠneedless to say, you quickly grow reliant on the pleasure that ellie provided you. after that, ellie watches you getting off every night without fail. she turns up the volume as loud as possible, keeping a pair of your stolen panties pressed against her nose as she humps whatever pillow is closest to her. one night you had deviated from your usual routine, pressing a soft kiss to the bear ellie had given you in an apologetic manner before laying the stuffie on its back so that you could straddle its face
๨ৠellie almost couldnât believe whats she was seeing, moving her face closer to the screen so that she could make sure she wasnât just hallucinating the sight before her. you lowered your hips slowly, your clit rubbing up against the poor little bearâs nose. she didnât know where you had gotten the idea from but she couldnât care less, checking the camera inside the bear and letting out a groan when she came to the realization that the camera within the bear was pressed so close to you that she could actually hear how wet you were. as if ellie wasnât already in heaven, she could hear you muttering something over and over again that she couldnât quite make out. she lowered her head to the speakers on her computer so that she could try and hear what you were saying, her brows rising when she realized you were calling out her name as you got yourself off. she couldnât even count how many times she came that night, rewatching the recording countless times long after you had gone to sleep
๨ৠafter that night, she is always grabbing your beloved bear from you and pressing kisses all over its face when the two of you are laying down together. the look of pure horror and shame on your face gets her every time, your hands yanking your teddy bear back as a blush crept across your face
๨ৠâthat was a little rude, wasnât it? are my kisses not enough for ellie bear?â she questioned, nodding towards the bear you had affectionately named after her. you were pouting at her, shaking your head as you hugged the bear close to your chest. âmâ sorry, els. didnât mean to be rude but⌠only i can give him kisses, okay?â you said in a soft voice, unable to tell her the truth. ellie will act clueless the whole time, still burying her face into the bearâs fur whenever you left the room
๨ৠas mentioned before, ellie is going to steal every pair of panties you own at least once. any time you let her into your home, sheâll shove as many pairs as she can find into her back pocket and she doesnât even try to hide it. you never take notice of this despite her reckless way of doing things, simply being pleased when your favorite pairs reappear in your laundry basket and never once thinking to question ellie about it
๨ৠif you ever wear your hair in braids or pigtails, ellie will yank on the ends of them throughout the day just to hear the little whimper you let out from the action. she loved that you never even told her to stop doing it, only ever looking up at her with pouty lips as you let out a small huff. often times she will even suggest that you wear your hair in braids since she insists you look adorable with them and of course, you listen to her every single time
๨ৠellie loves to hear you cry, although she can never directly be mean to you to invoke such a reaction out of fear that she will scare you off. so instead, she will give you endless attention for an entire weekâ bringing you cookies, praising you, buying you new stuffies, and spending every night at your place right before she ignores you completely
๨ৠshe watches you pace throughout your house when she doesnât reply to your good morning message to her, letting her phone buzz away endlessly as you messaged her throughout the day. you had no idea what you did wrong, your stomach sinking each time your call was declined by her. ellie loves how desperate you are, her voicemail filling up with countless messages from you babbling apologies to her. she loved each and every voicemail, saving them so she could get off to the sound of you crying her name in the saddest voice she has ever heard. to her, it was the most real form of love that there could be, as your desperation was proof of how much you loved her
๨ৠbefore the day is even over, you are knocking on her front door and calling out her name in a weak voice in an attempt to get her to answer. ellie will let you wait there for a bit, taking her time before she finally opens up the door. the sight of you with tears stained cheeks and your chest heaving from the force of your cries was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. she feigns confusion, pulling you inside and letting you pull her into a warm embrace
๨ৠâwhatâs going on, bun?â she questioned in a worried tone, rubbing gentle circles on your lower back as you sobbed against her chest. âmâ sorry els, iâll never do it againâ you cried, apologizing for something you hadnât even done. ellie only shushed you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as she did so. âsâ alright baby, i already forgave youâ she muttered, making sure to reinforce the idea that you had done something to upset her. she can feel you relax in the slightest just from her acceptance of your apology, a sick smile of satisfaction on her lips as she holds you close
๨ৠellie will just do anything in her power to keep you as dumb and reliant on her as possible. sheâll tell you that you are too stupid to do anything on your own and that you need her help when it comes to any given task. and you believe her every time, letting her take control of every aspect of your life without a second thought. after all, you should feel thankful that your neighbor is so kind to you
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At The Gay Bar
tags: bouncer!abby, established relationship ellie, fem!reader, jealousy
a/n: no one wrote it so i wrote... based on this post i made a while back. i havenât stopped thinking about it. sorry that i havenât written anything in ages :( exam season was kicking my ass
taglist: (people who said they wanted to see this in word form) @rubycruzsbitch @elsgirl
âyouâre serious... youâve never been to a gay bar before?â you wore an incredulous look on your face as ellie awkwardly shrugged, trying to look nonchalant about it.
your girlfriend wasnât the type to frequent nightclubs. if it was up to her, sheâd be spending tonight high as a kite sat by her gaming set up. but youâd insisted that she had to tag along with you because it was a âmandatory queer experienceâ. ellie knew deep down that you just wanted to get shit faced and have her close by simultaneously. you always ended up blowing up her phone whenever you got too drunk at parties, whining that you missed her and begging her to turn up or take you home. one of the drawbacks sheâd learned to accept of dating an extrovert.
âcmon. youâll have a good time, i promise.â you leaned in close, dropping the pitch of your voice and staring into her eyes. her ears flushed pink as she slid her toned arms around your waist to draw you in even closer, and you knew youâd convinced her.
the next hour or so was spent with you trying on different outfits and forcing ellie to help you pick one. her opinion was pretty useless, mostly consisting of monotoned âlooks great babeâs as she shamelessly ogled you dress and undress in front of her.
âdude. youâre such a creep.â you sighed, shimmying your way into a different skirt. ellie rolled her eyes, approaching you from behind to help you pull up the zipper. âwhat, i canât admire my girl?â she murmured, peppering warm kisses across the back of your neck.
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the heels of your platforms clack noisily against the sidewalk as you finally reach the front of the queue, the harsh bass of the music vibrating from within the club. excitement thrummed through your veins and you smiled brightly at ellie, squeezing her warm hand in yours. she smiled sheepishly back, returning your squeeze.
âgonna need to see some ID, princess.â a deep yet feminine voice captured your attention. you looked up to meet the gaze of the bouncer only to be truly taken aback by her appearance. she wore a fitted tank top that emphasised her ridiculously built upper body, her thick freckled arms folded across her chest and her expression stern. just as you were admiring her long hair neatly braided at the back of her head you realised she noticed you staring.
you squinted to read the blondeâs name tag, abby, before averting your eyes long enough to tap ellieâs arm, motioning for her to help you fish out your ID from your purse. you didnât notice the way her eye twitched at the pet name. ellie dug into the bag and slapped the card into abbyâs hand with more force than was probably necessary. abby didnât react, simply flipping it over.
the woman analysed your license in silence with furrowed brows and her mouth downturned. you began to panic slightly, your glossy lips pursed. there was a slight chance that she was gonna turn you away. man, would that be a bummer. âitâs real.. pinkie promise.â you say in an attempt to lighten the mood. abbyâs briefly looks up at you to meet your eyes before continuing to examine the ID card that you absently realise looks comically small in her large hands. ellie sighs impatiently, crossing her arms and staring up at the sky. you shoot her a look that screams ânot helpful, babe.â
âhmm. can you smile for me?â the request caught you slightly off guard and you paused for a moment, chancing a glance at your girlfriend. her expression almost made you burst out laughing; youâve never seen ellie look more aggravated. her eyebrows were raised in disbelief as she tries to make eye contact with abby to assert some form of control over the situation. when that doesnât work, she lets out a perplexed âdude!â
the bouncer continues to completely ignore her and focuses her gaze on you, her brow raised expectantly. you relent. anything to get out of this line quicker. theyâre playing your favorite song for fuck sake, and the longer youâre stood out here the higher the likelyhood ellie will change her mind about the night. so you beam up at her, flashing your best smile and abbyâs stoic expression finally cracks into a grin of her own.
âyeah, thereâs them pretty dimples. get in there baby.â abby motions into the bar with a wink. against your better judgment, you canât help feeling flustered by the line. your mouth hangs open slightly as you stare up at her, rooted to the spot from the shock. youâre finally broken out of it by ellie shooting her a disgusted scowl and ushering you into the darkness of the bar. you try to school your expression before she notices the dopey smile spread wide across your face.
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OFF TO THE RACES.
ellie williams & abby anderson x fem!reader.
summary | you are in a poly relationship with new york cityâs elite and famous pair, ellie williams and abby anderson, but living in the world of power, money, and lust possesses each one of you as the dynamic amongst you three becomes more volatile and violent.
warnings | adult language. alcohol & substance consumptions. reader has distant/kinda absent parents. ellie calls reader âlittle lamb,â abby calls reader âbunny.â ellabs is controlling, possessive & very obsessive in here; dark!ellie & dark!abby (they graphically torture n k*ll someone). hereâs the smut; sub!reader, mean doms!ellabs. god kink & blasphemous actions in a church. knife play (branding w said knife). double penetration. daddy kink. mommy kink. fingering & oral (ellabs & reader receiving). overstimulation, edging. degradation, praising. straps & breeding.
authorâs note | hi, i am the original writer of this fanfic. it was posted on my old tumblr account (which fell under the same user as this one), but i deactivated that account about a month ago. proceeding on, this ff is graphic and dark. i am not responsible for your media consumption if you choose to continue reading after reading warnings. thank you.
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off to the races by lana del rey âŞ
If Los Angeles was the city of Angels, then New York was home for all Hellbound.Â
You grew up in such a glistening city, where peopleâs facades werenât as hidden, illicit affairs took place, and a fifteen year old was trying cocaine for the first time. It held beauty just like Lucifer, having greater cruelty and ominous lingering beneath its soul.
You wish you didnât get caught up in a reckless lifestyle, that you didnât become so corrupted that you were a girlfriend to your two best friends.Â
Ellie Williams, daughter to architect and businessman Joel Miller, and Abby Anderson, daughter to a famous renowned surgeon Jerry Anderson. The two had great power, control, and wealth â they fucking lived off of it. They were cruel and vicious to everyone.Â
Ellie was a venomous scorpion, Abby personified as such a nefarious viper. The two together were threatening, and it all surprised you when they wanted you in their circle in the early start of Junior Year, easily befriending you.
You remembered it clear as day.Â
You were sitting at a table, reading Jane Eyre. It was your free period, and you had not much to do, finished with any assignments.Â
The silence you enjoyed was interrupted when two figures sat themselves down at the table, gaining your attention as you peered up at the book, and noticed elite scholars Ellie Williams, and Abby Anderson.Â
They were grinning at you, eyeing you like a predator did with their prey, a cascade of goosebumps running over your skin.Â
âCan I help you?â You asked, bookmarking your spot before closing the book, and setting it down.Â
You knew it came off rude and too sharp, but their appearance made you uncomfortable, and weirded out.
âWeâve been keepinâ an eye on you,â Ellie said, and your heart sank, not knowing exactly what that mean. âWe arenât here to ruin your life, if thatâs what youâre thinking.â
âI mean, I donât know,â you chuckled nervously, fidgeting with your Cartier bracelet. âYou have quite the reputation.â
âSo you know us?â Abby asked, and you shrugged, unsure of what else to say.Â
âWe want to invite you out,â Ellie added, and your brows knitted together, utterly confused. How could you not be? It was a random invitation, and you didnât have any prior interactions with them.Â
You just had Fine Arts Honors with Ellie, and English Literature with Abby â though, you never made any conversations with them, and you didnât see the need to.
âWhy? This is new, no?â You questioned, eyeing them back and forth in the moment the duo looked at one another, words kindling behind their eyes.Â
âSomethinâ about you is sweet⌠special,â Abby confessed, and a smile threatened to curl onto your lips. âYou interest us.â
âMarrona, at 8PM,â Ellie stated, getting up with the blonde by her side. âJust come by, and if you still donât like us, youâre free to go.â
âYouâre trusting a stranger? Interesting,â you lightly joked, smiling to yourself. âThe world must be ending, then.â
They smiled with you, a rare expression anyone could come across.Â
It was an unforgettable night that you thought of for a week before either of you approached each other again.Â
Many of your friends told you to not fall for it, that youâd be a laughing stock, and would only be ruined. You didnât know how ruined you would become, and you simply wanted to know what it would be like to sit in their company.Â
You were sure it was because of your status â your mother was an heiress, and your father was a CEO of an advanced technology business. You were humble about your life, yet knew you had a higher position in life than them. You were sure they wouldnât just let anyone in, that they were more intelligent to let a random classmate of theirs be brought in.Â
The deeper you fell into their rabbit hole, you had become tainted, and cruel as them. You were their rotten apple, something they possessed and prized so admirably as you were theirs only. Before the relationship was even thought of, you werenât allowed to talk to anyone else besides them, leaving you to drop all your closest friends, and submit only to the two girls.Â
Yet, they took care of you like no one else did â expensive gifts, abrupt trips to Europe, fancy dinners, and the sex they gave you.
God, the fucking sex.Â
It was them at the same time, or one coming to your place to claim you entirely. You didnât mind it, no, you had become so immune to being theirs, you would please them.Â
You donât exactly remember how the polyamory relationship came to be; you were getting closer with Abby, Ellie didnât like it, and the two had come to the idea of sharing you, right before twelfth grade. You werenât opposed to it, but hated the twisted repercussions that tied into it.
During all of Senior Year, you werenât allowed to go out without them by your side, or at least one of your bodyguards. You couldnât get drunk, only at home, and thatâs it â they had this monologue about how dangerous the world is, and how they wouldnât be able to forgive themselves if something happened to you.Â
You had no privacy, they always had a guy watching you from a distance if you went out with family, and tracked your location. Your only friends were whoever else was in their group, which wasnât much whatsoever, so you were practically without anything.
When you all graduated, and you were planning to attend Columbia, you hoped some leniency would be kicked in from their part, but no â the two only got more dominant about everything, to the point they refused to let you share a dorm room with a girl.Â
âOh my fucking god, Iâm not going to fuck her!â You yelled. âYouâre being dramatic; it is better for me to live on campus so I donât deal with traffic every morning.â
âWhat if she tries something?â Ellie asked, sitting down on her couch with a glass of bourbon in her hand. âYou know we are just trying to look out for you.â
âNo, youâre being insane,â you stated, and she scoffed, eyeing Abby. âBoth of you have really got to stop this shit. I need to make a career for myself, be my own person without your crazy bullshit jeopardizing it all.â
Abby got up, now towering over you as she grinned. âSuch a brat you are,â she mocked, and you shivered, glaring at her. âAfter all this time, we hoped you would start being appreciative.â
âI⌠Iâm more than grateful for the both of you,â you assured softly, frowning. âBut please, I'd rather be in a dorm room than some penthouse where youâre being insufferable.â
âThe fuck did you just say?â Ellie asked, hastily standing up, and before you could speak, she grabbed your jaw. âInsufferable, huh?â
You whimpered, the grasp tightening, and worried she might crack a bone. âNo⌠no,â you whispered, and the pair mockingly cooed at your panic.Â
Ellie shoved you into Abbyâs arms. âDeal with her, Iâm in a good mood today.â
Abby held onto your wrist, seating herself down, and bent you over her lap. âGotta keep training you, âspecially after all this time,â she mumbled, flipping up your skirt. âStarting to think we should just replace your ball with some soap, maybe raise up the punishments.â
âNo, no,â you pleaded, peeking up at her. âI didnât mean to sayââ
âDonât fuckinâ stare at me,â Abby spat, and you whined, looking away as you could feel her hands massage your ass. âYouâre lucky itâs me being lenient, not her.â
Abby wasnât wrong there â Ellie was more harsh with her punishment, would leave you in a puddle of tears, and it would be Abby that had to reel her back into reality. You recalled the moment when Ellie had you bent over the kitchen table, hitting your ass while she kept her thick rings on, and you were in tears by the end.
You didnât talk to her for at least two weeks, but she repeatedly apologized, and was no longer able to strike you with no more than seven slaps, and if she did, Abby had to put her in check.
You never knew why you liked being punished like this, like a ragdoll of some sort, or why you let consequences happen to you. You were human, but something about these two keeping you in check was pleasuring, and comforting in a way.Â
The first hit made you squeal, kicking your feet in reaction. âFuck!â
âCount, bunny,â she said, the nickname made your stomach turn. âI know you can do it.â
âOneâŚâ you shuddered, another strike coming after it. âFuckâ two!â
âOnly doing five today, itâs okay,â she assured, kissing the back of your neck, and your ass was met with the third strike.
âThree!â
Another one.
âFour!â
And the last one.Â
âFive,â you moaned, your ass burning. âI fucking hated that.â
âMe too, bun,â Abby said, picking you up, and let you sit on her lap. âLet me look at my girl.â
She took your face into her hands, fingers brushing past your ears, and grinned. âThereâs my bunny, are you okay?â She wondered sincerely, a frown tugged on her lips.Â
ââM fine,â you muttered, resting your head on her shoulder as she held you. âIs Ellie mad at me?â
âYou know how she is,â she reminded, and you huffed, nodding. âWe love you, more than youâll ever know. We wouldnât be able to live if someone hurt you, or something horrible happened.â
âI know, didnât mean to be rude,â you mumbled, and she sighed, kissing the side of your head. âI just feel like both your lives should be more than just me.â
âOh, baby,â she sighed, bringing your head back up, and gazed at you with immense endearment, you could faint from it. âYou are our life. Our religion, our air, everything we want and need.â
You grinned. âYou mean that?â
âOf course. Now, letâs go see Ellie, yeah?â Abby suggested, and you agreed, trailing in front of her as you walked to Ellie's bedroom in her penthouse.Â
âEllie,â you sang out, pouting. âAre you still mad?â You opened the bedroom door, finding her sitting on her desk chair with an electric guitar in her hands.Â
Ellie looked up at you the second you were in her presence, and she sighed, sitting the instrument aside of her. âHey, little one,â she greeted, opening her arms for you. You rushed to her, perching yourself on her lap, and wrapped your arms around her neck.Â
âSorry for being rude,â you mumbled into the crook of her neck. âI love you and Abby both.â
âSweetheart, I know,â she rested her hand on the back of your head, her thumb caressing it. âWe know whatâs best for you, thatâs why we take care of you unlike anyone else.â
Ellie wasnât wrong there, and that saddened you. Your parents had always be mentally and emotionally distant; they were there physically, but always focused on their own issues. It was either your mother was caught up in her pill addiction, or your father having a new mistress.
There never really was time for you â you raised yourself for as long as you could remember.Â
Many would say you had no reason to hate your life when you have this trust fund, nepotism lifestyle, but you would trade all of that just for parental affection and care. Yet, that never came, and the only people who tended to your needs were Ellie and Abby.Â
They came into your life when you needed them the most.
âOur parents want a gathering tonight,â Abby walked into the room, clearly irritated. âFirst stop is church.â
âChurch?â Ellie laughed. âOh baby, itâs your parents that want that.â
You never understood why your parents went to church. They may have grown up religious, but the things you witnessed them doing led them to earning a one way ticket to Hell.Â
âWe could have our fun,â Abby assured, grinning. âIsnât being selfish and ungrateful a sin?â
Ellie picked your head up off her shoulder, forcing you to look at her. âYeah⌠it is,â she smirked at your protesting whines, and patted your bottom. âGet home, and get changed.â
You walked inside the cathedral by your parents side, searching around for your girls. âAh, thereâs Jerry!â Your father pointed out, taking you and your mother to Abbyâs dad. âJerry!â
Jerry turned around, grinning at him, both hugging one another. You hopped to Abbyâs side, smiling up at her. âHi,â you whispered.Â
âHey, baby,â she mumbled, gently pinching your arm. âEllie is in the confessional booth.â
âWhat?â You asked. âWhy?â
âYou sinned,â Abby reminded, and you swallowed thickly as she leaned into your ear. âAnd you need to repent.â
Your parents were caught in conversation with Jerry, and you sighed heavily, rolling your eyes. You knew they wouldnât pay much mind if you were gone for a bit.
âDonât fuckinâ roll your eyes,â she spat, tightly seizing your wrists, and tugged you away with her. To your unfortunate luck, the confessional booth had its own room in the cathedral, and gradually spacious, giving you more than enough privacy.Â
âLet the fuck go of my wrist!â You shouted, and she halted her footsteps, turning around. âI can follow, yaâknow? Iâm not dumb.â
Abby ignored you, suddenly tossing you over her shoulder as you screeched, furiously kicking your feet. âEllieâs going to love hearing this,â she taunted, and you zipped your mouth, giving up all protest.Â
Abby twisted open up the door to the room, putting you down on your feet, and slammed the door shut.Â
Ellie was leaning against the wall, joint in her mouth, and was wearing a black suit, a bralette underneath her fine blazer. âThereâs our girl,â she beamed, yet her bright expression toned down when she took notice of Abby's unsatisfied attitude. âWhat did she do?â
âRolled her eyes, being a brat,â Abby said, and you looked down in shame, not knowing why you kept digging a hole for yourself. âDonât know why she keeps doing this. Maybe weâve been too nice.â
Ellie hummed, burning her joint out on the windowsill before leading herself into the stall, her legs spreading as she sat down. âWeâll take our turns. Kneel before God.â
You only stood still, gazing up at her.Â
Abbyâs hand curled around the back of your neck, getting a whine out of you. âThe fuck is your problem today? Want to be ignored instead?â She wondered, and you shook your head. âIt sure seems like that, bunny.â
âBring her over here,â Ellie beckoned, and Abby guided you over to the auburn-haired girl, forcing you down to your knees. âWearinâ such a pretty dress today. All for us, hm?â
You looked at her, hands resting on your thighs as you nodded. âCourse I did. Wanted to be pretty for you both.â
âHmm. Roll up your dress,â Ellie said, and you froze, not moving. She inched closer to your face, tilting her head. âSomething wrong, honey?â
âNo, âcourse not,â you muttered, fingers fiddling with the ending hem of your babydoll dress.Â
âThen listen,â Abby added in, and your breath shuddered as you bunched the skirt to your waist, exposing your bare cunt. âWonât you look at that? She thought she was gonna get something.â
âDid you think that?â Ellie asked, and you hesitantly nodded, her cruel laugh ringing in your ears. âAfter how youâve been acting all day? Silly girl.â
âWhereâs your rosary?â Abby wondered, and you opened up your purse, scrunching it up in your palm. âNot even a pure girl anymore, just a depraved whore for us.â
Ellie grabbed the jewelry piece, wrapping it in between her fingers as the end dangled in your face. âAbby, next to me,â she ordered, and Abby took off her leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor, stepping in the stall.Â
You stayed kneeled, trying to put water to the fire you sparked.Â
The tip of Ellieâs combat boot hit under your chin, raising your eyes to hers. âGet over to her,â she cocked her head to the side, and you rushed up and over to the blonde haired woman, who grinned at you.Â
Abby pushed you down onto her lap, your back pressing up against her chest as Ellie pushed open the sliding barrier, mindlessly playing with your rosary. âWhy are you here today?â She began, yet Abby shoved your legs open, one hand on your throat, and the other snaked down in between your thighs.Â
âFâForgive me,â you stuttered, shivering to Abby's fingers glazing over your needy cunt, âfor I have sinned.â
âGo on,â Ellie agreed, and Abby slowly pushed one finger into you. âWhat troubles you?â
Your head fell back onto Abbyâs shoulder, squeezing harder on your throat as a warning. âFuck⌠IâIâve been selfish, sir,â you continued, whining to her teasing pace. âCruel and ruthless to those who love me.â
âAnd why is that?â Ellie wondered, paying no mind to you or your noises. âDo they deserve it, little lamb?â
Abby put in a second finger, the pace now running a bit higher, but made sure to not give you entire satisfaction. âDo they deserve it, bunny?â She whispered in your ear, her thumb pressing on your bud. âTell her now.â
âNo, God no,â you whimpered, placing a hand over Abbyâs wrist. âIâm just⌠just a bratâ holy fuck, fuck me.â
âUsing vulgar language in front of your God, little lamb?â Ellie teased, knowing what she was getting at.Â
She was your Godâ both of them were. They were your religion, devoting every piece of you to them, would do anything to have their forgiveness and love for eternity.Â
âIâm sorry, God,â you moaned, Abbyâs fingers pounding into you as you were beginning to fall apart at the seams, grabbing onto her wrist. âFuckâ Forgive me, God. I need your forgiveness.â
âYou have to earn it,â Ellie stated, and Abby breathily chuckled, her breath fanning against your skin.Â
âWant to be good for your Gods?â Abby asked, and you nodded, your face falling into the crook of her neck. âGonna do anything just for us to fuck you, huh? âCourse you are, baby. Youâre filthyâ look what weâve done to you.â
A warm sensation ran in your stomach, down to your thighs as your body jolted on her lap. âPlease, God,â you pleaded, tears at your waterline. âI want you, God. Iâll never sin again.â
Ellie hummed, looking at Abby. âWhat do you think?â She asked. âDoes the whore deserve to be forgiven?â
âMight have to work a little harder,â Abby said, and you were lost in your head, your climax burning in your abdomen. âSheâs going to break another commandment.â
âNo, no,â you breathed, shaking your head. âI wonât do it unless God tells me to.â
âIs that right?â Abby cooed, and her free hand combed through your hair, grabbing it. Her fingers slipped out of you, tossing you down onto your knees again with a harsh thud, a soft weep eliciting from you.Â
Ellie stepped out of her side of the booth, moving to yours, and you heard the rustling of her and Abbyâs pants, keeping your head down. A nude Ellie brushed past you, sitting down onto Abbyâs lap, both of their seeping cunts shown to your eyes.Â
âPlease us, little lamb,â Ellie said, and you slightly moved yourself closer, your mouth latching on Abbyâs cunt, hearing a soft moan leave her. You slid two fingers into Ellieâs, who cursed under her breath, and the pair looked down at you as you stared right back at them, desperation shining in your eyes.Â
âDoing sâgood, baby,â Abby gently praised, her breath jagged, and looped around Ellieâs waist to keep her in place. âKeep fuckinâ going like that.â
Your mouth switched between the two, lapping up their juices as they made out with one another, sweetly moaning into each otherâs mouth. All you could do was admire them, kneeling obediently while you drowned your mouth in their juices, needing more than just this.
Ellie put her hand on top of your head, the end of your rosary dangling in between your eyes, and she rutted her cunt against your mouth, keeping it latched. You stuffed Abby with three fingers, enough to fulfill her, roughly thrusting them into her.Â
The rosary continued to stay in your vision, almost like a mocking coming from Ellie and God; that once a pure angel fell into the hands of the corrupted, and became just what they are.Â
But you loved it, you loved that they curated you into this way. All you wanted to do was please them, see how sensitive they could turn out to be.
You spent the remainder of mass baptizing yourself in between their thighs, drunk on the taste of their sweet pussies.Â
You had spent the next day at home, making sure you had things planned out for when you moved out for Columbia. Abby and Ellie had convinced you to live in a penthouse that was about a block away from the school, and you had agreed on the fact that it was better to be with people you knew than a stranger as they knew it made you easily uncomfortable.
Your parents had left randomly for vacation, staying at their place in Milan, leaving you alone with your cat. You didnât mind the loneliness, it was something you well adjusted to as you got older, and you only ached for attention when it came to your girls, but they had their responsibilities that you couldnât interfere with.
You had finished packing up your box of books, setting it in the corner of your bedroom. Your attention turned to the sound of your phone going off, the soft ringtone coming through. You grabbed your phone, grinning at the contact name of âJesse.â
âWell if it isnât my favorite troublemaker,â you teased. âWhatâs up?â
Jesse James and his girlfriend, Dina Woodward, were the only people Ellie and Abby trusted you with; which said plenty because they would kill anyone who they didnât know, and tried to talk to you. He was good, despite the fact he came from a shit father, constantly got in trouble with the law, and blew money on anything. Dina was the only one who could put him in check, and you had grown close to her over the time of knowing him.
âI fuckinâ bought a club,â Jesse started off, and you scoffed in disbelief. âTurned that shit into a burlesque. Sheâs a beau, you have to come out and check it out.â
âWell, I canât right now,â you denied, and he groaned. âIâm trying to make sure I have everything together before I leave for college.â
âCry me a river, come on!â He begged, and you breathily laughed. âYou are always so attached to Ellie and Abs, make time for me.â
âIs your girlfriend with you, at least?â You wondered, and he hummed in response. You looked at the time on your clock, reading â9:03PMâ, and you sighed. âIâll be there in an hour. Donât go anywhere.â
True to your word, you arrived at Jesseâs enriching club. You got out of the black cab, and stared at the sign that gleamed in pink neon âCarissima.â
You hummed softly to yourself, approaching the security guard at the front. âFriend of Jesse James,â you said, and he nodded, easily recognizing you. He opened up the door for you, thanking him, and moved inside, hearing the familiar melody of âI Put A Spell On Youâ by Nina Simone tune through the venue.
It didnât take much to find Jesse, his arm wrapped around Dinaâs shoulder as the two sat on a lounge chair in front of performers, their soft laughter knitting between the music. You walked up to the side of the furniture, their eyes averting to you.
âYou made it!â Dina exclaimed, jumping up, and pulling you into a hug. âIâve missed you. Feels like forever.â
âI know, Iâm sorry,â you said, separating the hug, and gave a hast squeeze to Jesse before sitting on the side of Dina. âSo, what made you buy this?â
âGood investment,â Jesse said, and you awed, chuckling. âMy dad doesnât agree, but itâs beautiful. These performers⌠mind blowing, a fascination to everyone in this room.â
âYou tell Ellie and Abby?â You wondered as Dina handed you a cigarette, lighting it up for you. âThey would love this, think you are a genius.â
âI thought you would bring them. Yaâknow, since youâre attached to them,â he teased, and Dina smacked his arm, glaring at him. âBad joke, fuck! But where are they?â
âDonât know, I havenât talked to them all day,â you answered, puffing out a blow. âBut they got their shit to worry about, donât like being in the way.â
âYouâve been their world since you met them,â Dina said, taking the stick from you. âHowever, it is scary how overprotective they are.â
âWhat do you mean?â You asked.Â
Jesse laughed. âThose two have always been frighteningââ
âYeah, but their care for her is⌠different,â she stated, and gazed back at you. âKnown them since we were kids, and I can say they would kill for you.â
âSo dramatic,â you joked. âTheyâre the closest people I have in life. They take care of me, know whatâs good for me and I donât knowâ Iâve never really had that.â
âYeah, I guess,â she mumbled, handing you back the cigarette. âI just know theyâre fucking you good.â
âOkay, Iâm gonna go get a drink!â You beamed, inhaling the tobacco, and got up. âYou need anything?â
They shook their heads, and you hurried to the bar, continuing to burn out the cancerous stick in a spare ashtray. You smiled at the bartender as she headed over to you.Â
âWhat can I get you, love?â She asked.Â
âJust a cosmo, please,â you said, and she hummed, turning to the drinks. You waited patiently, fingers tapping on the gradient countertop in thought.Â
A shoulder softly brushed past you, but you ignored the person, until they cleared their throat. âAll alone here?â
You shivered to the voice of a man.Â
âWith some friends,â you dryly answered, eyes focused on the bartender who had her back turned from you.Â
âThatâs a shame. Woulda invite you to hang with me,â he said, his voice thick and heavy. âYou always still can.â
âNo thank you,â you denied, shaking your head, and prayed for your drink to come quicker, only for the bartender to head into the stock room for a moment.Â
Oh, you felt sick.Â
From the corner of your eye, you could see Dina and Jesse lost in their conversation, completely oblivious to you.Â
Your phone was in your purse, and you were scared to even fiddle with it.Â
âI donât bite, honey,â he assured, and your heart leaped into your throat as his hand touched your bicep. âCome on. A pretty thing like you should be having fun.â
âPlease let go of me,â you said, yet harsh enough to come off stern. âI donât like your hand on me, so get the fuck off.â
âNow donât be a bitch,â he spat.Â
You finally looked at him, your body wanting to collapse on you. He was taller than you, about six foot three or so. Broad and muscular, completely fit. His eyes were dark, had a goatee on his face.
You thought about throwing up all over him just to get this over with.Â
You hoped people sitting around would notice, yet no one did, caught up in their own worlds. You yanked your arm back, and scoffed. âYou donât got the right to touch me, you fuck.â
âIâll fuckinâ kill you,â he threatened. âYou come here in that little black dress, and expect nobody to fuck you?â
The bartender came back, and was the only one to notice this unsettling tension. âHey, honey!â She called out, putting your order on the countertop. âHad to head into the back to grab more cranberry juice, Iâm sorry.â
She kept her eyes locked on the man, a pair of scissors in her hand. âCan you hold onto my order for a second? I need to use the ladies room,â you said, and she nodded, making sure to keep the man secure in her radius.Â
You hurried into the bathroom, your shaky hands taking out your phone. Teardrops collected on the screen as you hit Abbyâs contact, the first name on your recent call list.Â
It took only two rings until she answered. âBunny?â
âAbby⌠abby,â you breathily whispered, sniffling. âIs Ellie with you?â
âYeah, baby. We just got done with some things,â she said, and you sighed in relief. âWhatâs wrong?â
âIâm⌠Iâm at this club, Jesseâs club,â you began, sucking in a sharp breath. âAnd went to the bar to get a drink⌠this man came up to me, wouldnât leave me alone.â
âWhat?â Abbyâs tone sharpened. âDid he hurt you? Where the fuck is Jesse? Or Dina?â
âHe just grabbed my arm. Jesse and Dina were just busy with each other, I was too far for them to notice anything,â you stated clearly, wiping away your hot tears. âI donât know if heâs still in here, but the bartender is keeping a close eye on him, and Iâm hiding in the bathroom.â
âStay in the bathroom, weâre coming right now,â she assured, and you hung up the call, sitting yourself on the porcelain seat, trying to compile all your thoughts and emotions.Â
As Abby brought the phone down to her lap, Ellie glanced at her. âWhat happened?â
âSomeone fuckinâ weirdo touched her,â Abby exsperated, and static rang in Ellieâs ears, scoffing in disbelief. âJesse opened up his own club, she was there, and went alone to get a drink.â
Ellie texted Jesse for the address, and Abby searched around the backseat compartment. âI donât know if the gun is still in here,â Ellie said, and the blonde groaned in frustration. âWe canât go in there with one.â
âThe one time you donât bring your weapon,â Abby sighed.Â
âGot the address,â Ellie mumbled, opening up her phone. âCharles! Hit 7th avenue.â
âThe fuck are we gonna do with this dude?â Abby asked, and Ellie grinned. âTalk to me, baby.â
âWe fuckinâ kill him,â Ellie stated.Â
You passed time by playing games on your phone, the stress of it being enough to forget the short horror experience you just encountered. The shout of your name in the bathroom caught your attention, killing your high score in the process.
âBaby, where are you?â Ellie called out, and you rushed out of the stall, getting her attention. âOh, thereâs my girl.â
She hastily brought you into her arms, letting you cry into her shoulder as she held you, cupping the back of your head. âMy brave girl, hm? So proud of you,â she praised, kissing your temple. âAbby and I are gonna take care of everything.â
You nodded, bringing your head back, and she smiled softly at you. âDo you have any party favors?â You wondered, and she sighed, shaking her head. âPlease, just wanna wash off tonight.â
âHoney, you are not taking coke,â she said, and you frowned. âI know you are upset, but your body isnât used to it, and you wouldnât like it.â
âYes I do! Remember when I did it off your ass on our ski trip in Aspen?â You recalled, and she kept denying you. âPlease! Just this once. Iâll have Dina make sure I donât do more than three lines.â
âDina couldnât even keep an eye on you right now!â She shouted, and you flinched, body tensing. âFuck, Iâm sorry. I justâ You need to be careful.â
âJust three lines,â you repeated.Â
Ellie reached into her trouserâs pockets, fiddling with the bag, and handed it to you. âGo have fun, baby,â she said, and you kissed her cheek, thanking her before sprinting back out to Jesse and Dina.Â
The couple bounced up from their seats at your appearance, clear worry plastered on their faces. âFuck, weâre so sorry,â Dina said, gently grabbing your wrists. âWe were so caught upââ
âItâs fine,â you smiled, sitting down on the lounge seat, and popped open the bag of cocaine.Â
âFuck, youâre doing lines? Havenât seen you do that shit since the Debutante Ball,â she said, and you poured some of the white powder onto the table in front of you.Â
âEllie and Abby donât know about that,â you told her, and her eyes widened, looking at her boyfriend who only shrugged at her. âThey would kill me if they knew the amount of drugs Iâve done behind their back.â
âYouâve only done cocaine, no?â Jesse questioned, and you only glanced at him over your shoulder, giggling. You took a random card out of your wallet, dividing the powder into neat lines, a dumb smile on your face.Â
âJesse, can you go get my cosmo, please?â You asked, sweetness laced in your tone. âI deserve some of that with this shit.â He sighed, nodding, and getting up from his spot.
There were seven lines made, and you wiped off the collected powder from the edge of the card, sniffing it up your left nostril. You exhaled sharply, snickering, and traded the card in for a dollar bill. âYou want some of this?â You offered, turning around to look at Dina, and she denied the offer, eyes focused on you.
You hummed, tightly rolling up the bill. âMore for me, then.â You brought the paper up to your nose, aligning it with the first line, and took a heavy inhale, a strong burn hitting your nose. You sniffled, bringing your head up and leaned it back, shakily laughing.Â
âEasy there, babe,â Dina put a hand on your back, rubbing it. Jesse came back on time with your drink, handing it to you, and noticed the dollar bill next to the second line.Â
âAlready started?â He teased, and you took a sip of the cocktail, eyeing to the drug. âIâm all good, treat yourself with that stuff.â
With you doing lines and being utterly distracted inside of the club, Abby and Ellie were on the top floor of the building, inside a storage room with a beaten man on the ground.Â
Abby took another kick to his gut, Ellie sitting in a chair with a cigarette in her mouth. âYou like touchinâ females you donât know!â Abby yelled, and he sobbed, restrained by cable ties, his right eyes kicked in. âFuckinâ touching her like that, you arenât getting away with this shit.â
Ellie took the gun out from the back of her trousers, lucky enough to find the weapon in the glove compartment by the driver. She flashed the object to the manâs eyes, a vile grin playing on her lips as she stared at him.Â
She got up, and stalked towards his limp body, standing by Abbyâs side. âWhatâs your name, man?â Ellie asked, with her partner taking a hast note to her facade. âGot any kids or anything?â
âMy name is Brandon,â he breathed, and Ellie nodded, squatting down to match eye level with him, letting the gun dangle in her hands. âShit, dude, listen â IâIâm sorry. I didnât think she was taken.â
âWhat makes you say that?â Abby questioned.
âA girl like that⌠wants attention,â he said, and the girls looked at one another before glancing back over to Brandon. âCan even tell sheâs got lingerie under that shit. Sheâs a fuckinâ tease, a whore.â
Ellie hummed, reloading the glock in her hand, and chuckled. âI think Iâm done with my cigarette now,â she mumbled, jokingly frowning as she played with the stick in between her fingers. âToo bad I donât have an ashtray on me.â
Abby took out a switchblade, exchanging it for the gun. âTell me when you need me to do it,â she said, and the auburn haired girl seized the manâs jaw, squeezing open his mouth as a wave of protests elicited from his throat.Â
Ellie pushed the bud to his tongue, and cruelly laughed at the garging scream that came out of him. âKeep fuckinâ talking shit!â She shouted, flicking open her switchblade, and held it to his throat. âSwallow that cigarette, wanna see if you still want to run your mouth!â
âYou donât get to talk about her like that,â Abby chimed in, taking off her leather jacket. âYouâre lucky we donât kill you right now.â
Ellie put her hand over the manâs mouth, refusing to let him spit out her cigarette, only giving him the option to swallow it for good. She smiled, pleased with the simple act, and took her hand back. âGot anymore shit to say?â She questioned, tilting her head to the side.
Brandon sniffled, jagged sobs intertwined with his heavy breathing. âYouâre both fucking insane,â he began, trying to gather oxygen into him. âSheâs going to leave you. Youâre going to drive her away with this shit.â
âWeâd like to see her try,â Abby said, and Ellie stood up, putting herself aside to let her do as she pleased. She sat back down, opening up her phone to text Jesse.
E: How is she?
J: Two Cosmos in. Had seven lines. Get down here soon.
E: Donât let her strip her clothes off. We donât need a sequel to Barcelona.
J: Me and Dina canât handle her, only you can. She wonât shut the fuck up about you.
E: Donât let us down again. P.S., may need a mop in here soon.
She tucked her phone away, and admired Abby damaging the man. She was ruthless, yet composing herself enough not to kill him â just yet. His face had molded into a pulp, unrecognizable to anyone as his blood painted on Abbyâs hands, his weak pleas being ignored by the pair.Â
Abby and Ellie got high off of this, hurting or killing anyone who made you uncomfortable. They had been getting away with it for so long, and you had been gullible to it, never blinking an eye to their unknown actions.
They would do this over and over again, even if something was your fault within it, they dealt with you in their own way â but no one was ever to lay a hand on you, and you knew that too.
Abby snagged his wallet out of his pocket, opening it up. âBrandon James,â she announced, pulling out his cash, and putting it in her pockets. âGonna use this to buy her something pretty and nice.â
âWhere does he live?â Ellie asked.Â
âWonât you look at that!â Abby said, pressing her boot to his face. âHeâs a rich brat. Lives in that building next to yours, Els.â
Ellie chuckled. âMoney probably got him out of his shit. Isnât that right, Brandon James?â
âPlease,â is all he could manage to say, dizzy and lightheaded.Â
Ellie returned over to him, and stood over him before lowering herself. âThis may hurt,â she said, signaling for Abbyâs help, who obliged by opening the manâs mouth. Ellie grinned, tugging at the tip of his tongue, and began to sever it with her switchblade.Â
He screamed, thrashing around, but was overpowered by the two women, entirely useless to their strength. âThis isnât even the worst part,â Ellie muttered, grunting as she went on to cut off his tongue. âYou made her cry, yaâknow? Poor baby was so scared, and didn't know what to do.â
His tongue ripped out, being put to the side of his head. She got up, staring at the blood of her hand, and could only curl her hand into a tight fist.Â
He fuckinâ frightened her, she thought to herself. He deserves to die.
He was already facing death in a horrid, slow manner, and the last thing he would see was these two, towering over him; utterly indulged by his death, and letting it fuel their ego.Â
âKill him. Jesse wants us back,â Ellie ordered, and Abby aimed the gun at his face, her finger carelessly pressing down on the trigger. His face blew, and they both hummed, taking in the view. âGood job. Already called the crew to come get him.â
Stuck yet hast of cleaning themselves up, alcohol and drugs overrode your brain, consuming you. You were sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the dancers on the stage who moved with elegance, and passion. Each one of them were beautiful, confident in their own way that made your heart beat.Â
âWish I was as good as them,â you said, sipping on Jesseâs cup of scotch. âI can fuckinâ dance, but not like that.â
âTheyâre giving a simple show,â Dina noted, and you blew a raspberry, glaring at her.Â
âTheyâre doing much more than that,â you retorted, and inhaled one last bump, coughing. âI⌠I want to go up there.â
âYouâre not,â Jesse denied, and you pouted. âEllie and Abby would murder you, and then me. We donât want Barcelona to happen.â
âOh my gosh! That trip was so fun!â You recalled, warmly smiling at the memory. âWait, what happened?â
âYou drank too much, got lost in the crowd dancing with too many people,â Dina said, and you zoned out, attempting to have any recollection. âThen, you bought everyone shots, danced on top of the bar, and flashed your ass to them.â
âOkay, thatâs not bad,â you giggled, shrugging. âIâm going up there!â
âDo you have a death wish?â Dina wondered, and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from standing up. âYour girlfriends are going to kill you if you do some sort of strip tease up there.â
âTheyâll get over it,â you said, freeing your wrist from her hold. âTheyâre not here, anyways, and they wonât do shit about it.â
Jesse and Dina sighed, giving up all attempts and let you run off onto the stage. The burlesque dancers beamed at your presence, letting you stand in the middle as you were too mind numbed to understand what you were doing, just knowing you wanted to have fun.Â
The song and crowd were an echo, intoxication burning into your body, controlling each thing you did. You sheepishly grinned, your hand reaching to the side of your dress, and pulled down the zipper.Â
âNo, no!â Dina shouted, and Jesse mumbled multiple curse words, sipping down the last of his drink. âOh, we are so dead.â
Abby and Ellie appeared right next to them, at the exact time you were shimming off your dress, and were exposed in your garter belt, stockings, and undergarments. âWhat the fuck did we say!â Abby shouted, and the couple sighed, watching in horror with the two girls while you were oblivious to them.Â
People in the club cheered for you, a few getting their wallets out. You laughed, your vision a blur as you showed off your body, letting your hands run all over your body.
Your girlfriends watched attentively, millions of thoughts piling on top of each other, thinking of how to get off the stage, and back home. They werenât going to punish you while you were clearly out of your mind, but that gave them enough time to think of how to handle you.
They just fucking murdered someone for you, and your flashing your body to strangers. You were more than ungrateful at this moment.Â
The dancers on stage encouraged you to do what you wanted, cheering you though they knew you were not intact with reality. âShould I take off my bra?â You questioned, and the people in front yelled in agreement, earning a small laugh out of you. âYeah? Flash my tits for New York?â
âWhat the fuck is she saying?â Jesse asked. âGo get your girl before she turns this into a riot house.â
Abby and Ellie both rushed to you, having to fight through a crowd just to reach the steps to the stage. Your hands fidgeted with the hooks of your bra, and before you could strip it off, they got to you on time. âOh, itâs my girls!â You slurred, hiccuping as you laughed, and blushed in shame. âHow long have you been here?â
Ellie took off her blazer, tossing it over you as Abby picked up your dress from the ground. The crowd booed and groaned at your escort as you only waved at them, blowing a kiss. âBye Dina and Jess! Love you both so much!â You yelled, and squealed from being abruptly thrown over Abbyâs shoulder. âOw, my stomach!â
The limo was parked outside, and the chauffeur opened up the door, Abby throwing you onto the seat but made sure you didnât bump your head. Ellie climbed in right behind her, the door shutting.Â
âHiii,â you slurred, continuing to giggle. âYou like my outfit?â
âWho gave you coke?â Abby asked.
âEls!â You said.
âEllie, we talked about this!â Abby protested, and the auburn shrugged. âShe canât do that shit unattended.â
âIâve done it so many times without you both,â you confessed, and their eyes snapped at you. âYou made me this way â fucking corrupted, and shit. I am your blessing and nightmare.â
âYouâre drunk,â Ellie sighed. âYou need to rest when we get home.â
âWhy, daddy?â You asked, and Ellie reddened at the nickname. âI know you both want to hurt me. I was bad tonight, disrespecting you both. How silly of me.â
âFuckinâ watch it, bunny,â Abby spat, and you laughed. âI mean it.â
âWhatever. Youâre idiots,â you mumbled, and Ellie had thinner patience than Abby did â meaning one more insult would cause her to take you in the car. She tossed your dress at you, eyes boring into you. âYou could just hand it next time.â
âYou are one more backtalk from getting it,â Ellie warned, and your smile slowly faded. âAnything else you need to confess before we deal with you in the dawn?â
âOh, I canât have a life of my own!â You realized, carelessly putting back on your outfit.. âCanât take drugs without your eyes following me. Canât even hang out with someone without a bodyguard being there! So fucking annoying!â
âIf itâs so annoying, why stay?â Abby asked.Â
You went silent, looking away from the both of them, and finished throwing on your dress, slouching in your seat. âOnly ones who take care of me,â you murmured, so soft and quiet, pouting too. âMake me feel special.â
âYeah, and weâre the only ones who will put up with you this way,â Ellie added, and you nodded, tears welting in your eyes. âWho else is gonna do that? Tell us.â
You shook your head. âNo one⌠no one,â you mumbled, chewing on your lower lip. âCan⌠Can I sit on your lap? Please?â
Ellie heavily sighed before giving in, beckoning you. You practically hopped into her lap as you wrapped your arms around her neck, nuzzling your face into her chest.Â
You fell asleep on the ride back to the shared penthouse.
Sunlight crept into your eyes, taking you out of your gentle slumber. You groaned, stuffing your face into the pillow, and felt warmth on both sides of you. Your eyes slowly parted, finding Ellieâs tattooed arm dangling over your chest, Abbyâs looped around your waist.Â
You were trapped in between them, no way out. Your head pounded, your nose stuffy, and dying in sickness. You stayed still, trying to resurface last night's events, yet only blur spots flickered in your head. You whimpered, loud to drag Abby out of her slumber, her eyes adjusting to the sight of you.Â
âHey, bunny,â she whispered. âYou okay?â
âDid I drink last night?â You asked, and she weakly chuckled, nodding.Â
âAnd you did cocaine,â she muttered, and she brought her hand up, resting it on the side of your face. âYou are in trouble.â
You panicked. âWhatever I didââ
âBaby, you are okay,â she assured, thumb caressing your cheek. âBut you said some rude things. All we plan to do is spanking, thatâs about it.â
âIâm sorry,â you frowned, and she kissed the side of your head. âHope thatâs the only stupid thing I did.â
âAnd you stripped and performed at a burlesque club,â she shared, and your eyes widened, whining in embarrassment. âEllie nearly ripped your head off in the car.âÂ
You looked over at Ellie, and grinned. âIâll make it up to you both,â you promised, pressing a kiss to her lips, and she smiled, nodding. âIâm going to clean myself up, I feel a bit nauseous.â
âWe had your things moved and unpacked yesterday,â Abby said, and you sat up, stretching out your arms.Â
âYou broke into my house late at night, and got everything settled that quick?â You laughed. âIâm still a month away from attending school, and youâre already locking me down.â
âBetter to get it done now,â she acknowledged, and you got up from the bed, padding over to the bedroomâs bathroom, closing the door behind you.Â
It took you only about thirty minutes to clean up, unimpressed by how worn out you looked. Your lipstick smeared, eyeliner and mascara cluttered around your eyes, your breath reeking of alcohol.Â
The shower was enough to relax your body, yet still felt sick, considering you needed a meal. You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body, and stepped in front of the sink.
You found an unopened toothbrush waiting for you, and you grinned, opening it up. You turned on the faucet, and laid down a portion of toothpaste on your toothbrush, running it under the water shortly after.Â
You brought the object into your mouth, and used your free arm to pick up your pajamas. You walked over to the walk in closet, and looked around for the hamper, only to find it shoved into the corner.Â
Peeking over the basket, you noticed a white shirt stained with some red on it. It grabbed your attention, looking too crimson to be considered red wine, or anything else.Â
You just shrugged it off, putting your clothes over it, and went back to brushing your teeth. âHey Abs,â you called from the bathroom. âWhat kind of shit did you get into last night?â
âWhat do you mean?â She shouted back, the loud conversation awakening Ellie.Â
âOne of your shirts is stained,â you said, and Abby inhaled sharply, Ellie shooting up to look at her girlfriend. âDid I fall and eat shit, and get blood over one of you?â
âHoney, you did,â Ellie lied, voice groggy and hoarse. âI had to carry you inside, you had blood coming out your nose.â
âBut I have no bruises or anything?â You realized, spitting out the paste, and cleaned up your toothbrush and mouth. You changed into shorts and tee before walking back into the bedroom. âDid you guys get into a fight last night?â
They went silent, and you got into the middle of them on the bed, going back and forth looking at them.Â
âYou had an incident last night,â Ellie said, and your brows furrowed. âA man was being a fuckinâ dick, you called Abby, and we handled it.â
âOh what, you fucking killed him?â You joked, and they laughed dryly with you, but enough to make it believable. âIf you beat him, you just have to say that.â
âWe handled it,â Ellie repeated, and moved herself closer to you, putting her hand on your cheek. âNow we need to handle you.â
You rolled your eyes, bitterly scoffing.
âFuckinâ roll them again,â she dared, and Abby laid back against the headboard, letting everything unravel. âAlways going to be a brat? Even when weâre so good to you?â
Your face softened into a doe expression, tilting your head to the side. âDoesnât that make you want to fuck me?â
âWe wonât even touch you if thatâs what you're trying to accomplish here,â she taunted, and her hand snaked up to the side of your head, tightly gripping your hair. âWhen are you going to learn, little lamb? Is what we do for you not enough?â
âIt is,â you whimpered.Â
âYeah? Then why do you keep acting like it isnât?â She asked, and eyed over to Abby. âWhat should we do with her?â
âBreak her,â Abby said, getting up from her spot. Ellie grinned, turning her head back towards you, and your cheek was met with a harsh slap. You gasped, and her hand slid down to the back of your neck, pushing your body onto the bed.Â
âFuckinâ strip,â Ellie spat, and you whimpered, but obliged. You fiddled with the ending hem of your shirt, taking it off, and your fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties and pajama shorts. âNeed you on all fours.â
You huffed under your breath, glad that she couldnât see you roll your eyes again. Your clothes piled down onto the ground, letting your knees sink into the mattress, your chest laying flat as your ass was lifted to her eyes for display.Â
âBaby, youâre fucking soaking,â Ellie cooed with Abby returning on time, able to hear the clicking of objects. âLetâs hold off on gagging her until she wants to say some shit.â
Abby moved to your eye level, grinning. âYou want to keep being a desperate whore?â
âIâll get my satisfaction either way,â you assured, and she inhaled sharply, eyes snapping into Ellieâs. The auburn handed her an item, noticing the pink ball. âWait, wait!â
âShut the fuck up,â Abby seethed, maneuvering your face and brought it up, fastening up the ball gag. âYouâve really fuckinâ done it this time, bunny. And Ellie is going to handle you, not me.â
You swallowed thickly, your doe eyes shining with pleas but the blonde dismissed you, tossing your face back onto the bed.Â
Both girls had stripped themselves bare, Ellie positioned behind you as Abby sat in front of you, her cunt for you to gawk at, but forbidden to please.Â
In a sharp breath, you felt thick silicone push into you, causing your cunt to stretch. You cried, yet it was mumbled, and Abby laughed at you. âGonna deny you everything, honey,â Ellie muttered, her hands grasping onto your cheeks for support as she carelessly thrusted into you, breaking into you. âNeed to make you cry, need to know youâre fucking place with us.â
âWe could easily get rid of you,â Abby continued on, and your brows knitted together, shaking your head. âCouldâve fucking disposed you months ago, but no. Here we are, still putting up with your bratty ass.â
You cursed and moaned breathlessly, the pain turning into a bliss as Ellieâs strap pounded into you. âWouldnât want that, huh?â She asked, and you cried in response. âCourse not, honey. No one fuckinâ loves you like we do.â
You stared at Abby with teary eyes, your hand aching to touch her, only for the blonde to slap it away. âNo, take what you are getting right now,â she warned, and you nodded, your hips rolling and swaying with the rhythm of Ellieâs thrusts. âWonât ya look at that? Little bunny just canât get enough.â
Your hands grasped onto the messy bed sheets, nails digging into them. You stuffed your face into the material, lewd noises eliciting from you through the ball gag, almost feeling as if your body was jolted with electricity the moment Ellieâs strap found your orgasmic area.Â
âSheâs enjoying this too much,â Abby pointed out, and Ellie hummed, all movement being halted. You groaned in protest, and she switched around your body, laying you flat on your back. She straddled herself on top of you, intimidating you with how she towered over you.Â
She popped the gag out of your mouth, your lungs engulfing fresh air. âOh, little lamb,â she softly whispered, and smacked your face again, seizing it afterwards. âYou got me upset, you know that? Treating me like shit.â
âIâm sorry,â you whimpered, the strike burning your cheek before she placed another one. âFuck!â
âYouâre sorry?â She repeated, almost as if she didnât trust you. âFor which part, honey?â
âJust⌠just wanted to get a rise,â you admitted, breathing heavily. âCouldnât ask for it.â
âLook where that landed you,â she said, and hit you once more, your head spinning. âYou going to apologize to Abby, hm?â She climbed off of you, her hands guiding you around to face the blonde. âSay sorry, baby.â
You were a crying mess, and werenât even at the worst part yet. Though you were scared, you were aroused; maybe you were as depraved as they were. You enjoyed the sadistic acts they brought onto you, wanting to be all theirs to use, and play with.Â
You were their girl at the end of the day, nothing could change that.
âIâm sorry, mama,â you mumbled, and Abby hummed, careless to your apology. âPlease, mama. Didnât mean it, Iâll be better.â
âYou need to start acting right,â she said, and you nodded, mumbling promises through your sobs. âYou arenât able to leave us, you know that, right?â
âI wonât,â you reassured, sniffling. You knew thatâs what many people wanted, that they knew you couldn't be without these two girls, simply as if they were your life support.Â
Everyone knew it.Â
âWhereâs your blade?â Abby asked, and Ellie gestured to the night stand. She opened up the drawer, taking out her prized switchblade, something she always carried with her, but you didnât know why. âGot to mark our girl.â
Ellie grabbed her knife, flicking it open, and she settled herself in between your thighs. She was grinning to herself, yet so was Abby, the two only knowing what they had done the previous night with the weapon, and you were clueless to it all.Â
âNeed you to be a big girl for me,â Ellie stated, and you sucked in a sharp breath, the tip of the switchblade pointing into your right inner thigh, beginning to carve into your skin. âRight there, baby. Doing sâgood for us, focus on mama.â
Abby scooted closer to you, putting your head on her lap. âDonât cry, bunny. Itâs gonna be over soon.â
Ellie branded her initial firstly into your right thigh before moving onto your left inner thigh, starting to cut Abbyâs into it. You were trying your best to compose your body, squirming and softly sobbing to your skin being pierced.Â
âMama, it hurts,â you pouted, and she caressed your cheek, looking down at you. âI know Iâm your girl.â
âJust so you remember,â Abby reminded, groping your breasts. âSometimes you forget, baby. We canât keep repeating ourselves.â
You only nodded, melting into her gentle touch. Ellie threw her knife on top of the pile of clothes, smirking at initials. âAh, now we can give you what you want,â she said, and you sighed in relief, a smile playing on your lips.Â
Dots of blood appeared on the wounds as the girls got up from the bed, opening the bottom drawer of the night stand. You stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the burn that scorned, and a large hand pressed onto the side of your body, shifting you around.Â
âCome on, baby,â Abby whispered, positioning you on your knees that sunk into the bed, and could feel her bare chest brush on your back. âNeed you to spread yourself for us, you can do it.â
âYouâre our girl,â Ellie promised, kneeling in front of you, and cradled your face into her warm hands. âDonât know what we would do if you tried to leave us.â
Abby wetted her fingers, spitting down on your tight hole as she pushed two fingers into it to start you off. You roughly gasped, your body nearly faltering. âStay steady, princess,â she said, moving her fingers at an easy pace. âGotta prepare you for my cock, I need to make sure you can take it nice and sweet.â
Your face stayed in Ellieâs hands, trying to keep you focused on her. âMake sure to keep yourself spread for mama,â she told you, and you nodded, your shaky hands clawed down on your ass as you kept it open for Abby. âYou can take it, you always do. Isnât that right, sweet girl?â
âYes daddy,â you muttered, and Abbyâs fingers popped out of you. She put her hand back on your shoulder, guiding you back in the same moment she let her strap harshly sink into your whole. You cursed under your breath, tears welting in your eyes, and Ellie cooed, keeping your face in place.Â
Abby didnât move further, letting your hole take in all of her, and nodded at Ellie. She dropped her hands, hooking your arms around her neck as she filled your hot cunt with her strap, and your body shuddered, your face collapsing down onto her chest. âNo no, baby,â she said, shaking her head. âYou gotta show us how much you want us. Fuck yourself on our cocks.â
âToo stuffed,â you mumbled, and Abbyâs hand reached for the front of your neck, tugging your head back.
âShow us how needy you are, pathetic bitch,â Abby spat, and you whimpered, but complied, gently bouncing yourself on both silicone objects. âYeah, thatâs it, bunny. Fuckinâ take everything we give you.â
Ellieâs was captivated by the way your cunt swallowed her strap, dripping and soaking it already. âThis is all you wanted, right?â She taunted, breathlessly chuckling. âJust wanted us to make you cock drunk, for us to treat you like the dumb whore you are.â
âYâYes, yes!â You choked out, rolling your hips as your body began to endure the scorching pleasure. âOh my god, feels sâfucking good, please.â
âYouâre barely fuckinâ two minutes in on fucking yourself,â Abby laughed, bringing your head back and laid down on her shoulder, forcing you to look up at her, âAnd youâre already falling apart. Can even hear how wet your pussy is.â
âWant to be fucked, please,â you breathed, on a brink of sobs. âCanât do it on my own.â
âYou have to earn it, love,â she stated, and grinned. âShow us how bad you need us, want us to fuck your pretty holes.â
You pouted, and she shoved your head back forward, a spin of dizziness whirling in your brain. Ellie sadistically smirked in front of you, her hands laid on your thighs, and tilted her head to the side. âLooks youâre about to cry, little lamb,â she teased, and you kept heavy eye contact as your holes stretched further with every desperate bounce. âGot nothing to cry about, honey. You brought this on yourself, you know that.â
âSâsaid sorry, daddy. Iâm sorry,â your breath shook, sobs threatening to spill from you. You were overfilled with needs, feeling as if you were in heat, and only they could put the fire out. You could fuck yourself good, but they could make you feel orgasmic tides crash into your soul, and take you in one.Â
âOnly saying sorry âcause youâre not getting what you want,â Ellie said, and you were quick to deny it. âDonât fuckinâ lie, you know how much we hate that.â
âPlease, please,â you begged. âIâll be so good, wonât be a brat ever again.â
âFucking lying again,â Ellie scoffed, and Abby grinned, smacking your ass. âDonât worry baby, we like when you are; means we get to see you cry and break.â
You were stuck in the middle of these two, falling apart on their cocks as they observed you, waiting for you to break down into sobs. This was their whole pride, everything they fucking thrived off of, and if it made them the happiest theyâve ever been, you would them hurt you over and over again.Â
Your bouncing turned rapid, breasts in sync, and porngraphic noises drawing out of you. Your sensitive spots were being hit at, your eyes rolling back, and could feel heat pooling in your abdomen. Your hands reached out for one of them, but they denied you of it, leading you to fall into pits of sobs.
âThere it is,â Abby growled. âJust what we wanted.â
âCanât do it,â you sobbed, shaking your head. âPlease, need mama. Need your help, please.â
âYeah, bunny? Need us to take over?â She asked, mockery tangled in her tone. âCanât use that silly brain of yours, huh? Our poor baby thatâs useless.â
Her words mixed in with the fire that bubbled inside of you, expanding into your thighs. âFuck me, fuck me,â you babbled, choking on your tears. âNeed it sâbad, please. Just fuck me.â
Ellie halted your movements, and kissed your cheek. âWe got you, honey. Let us do whatever we want, okay? We need to fill your holes, want to see it leak out of you.â
The duo situated themselves before handling you to stretch your form better, your knees locking place to keep you up. Abby braced her hands on your waist before her strap brutally thrusted into you, Ellie following the same tempo shortly after.
You could feel yourself being split open, Abbyâs hands residing on your hips as Ellieâs let hers rest on the sides of your breasts. Their noises were shaky, rough, and undeniably lewd, a string of curses muttering out of them.Â
They would always be hypnotized by you, your body, and how fucking well you always took them. They would fuck you hours on end, and they have before, but they couldnât get enough it. It was a fucking drug, worse than any theyâve taken. Everything about you was addicting and pure perfection to their eyes, knowing that they would be the only ones who could see you crumble under them like this, let them take control of you, and tear you apart.Â
They wanted to fucking spend the rest of their life in your pussy, fucking destroying it, and letting it cry with you.Â
Raw lust was a firestorm on your skin, sinking into your body, and coursing through you. Your climax was overrode, about to collapse on you, and take you entirely, just needing to be free. Your legs trembled, slowly weakening, and a muscular arm snaked around your waist to lock you in.Â
âOur pretty girl needs to cum,â she acknowledged, and Ellieâs fingers furiously hooked around your throat, squeezing it. âWhat do you think, babe? We let her cum?â
âDonât know if she deserves it,â Ellie said, and your sobs were uncontrollable; your body was breaking, haze clouded in your head, and your high was unbearable over the limit. âYou want to cum, little lamb? âM having too much fun seeing you like this.â
âWanna cum, need to cum,â you blubbered, breath hallowed, and could feel them so far into you, you could almost swear they were poking at your stomach. âIâll be so good forever. âM your girl, only yours; wonât ever be ungrateful again.â
Ellie grinned. âYou mean that, honey?â
You mindlessly nodded, agreeing anything just so you could cum â it was fucking torturous.Â
âCum for us, sweetheart,â Abby said, and you exhaled in relief, your body relaxing to her permission. Like a violent hit, your high crashed out of you causing your body to jump and shudder. Abby kept her arm around you, the pair not being done with you until they came.Â
You could hear the sploshing of your juices as Ellie viciously rammed into you, Abbyâs cock abusing your tight hole with absolutely no remorse. You were there, letting yourself be their garbage waste, waiting for them to fill you up.Â
âImagine if we could fuckinâ put a baby in her,â Abby laughed, her moans knitted into it. âMake her our bitch forever, wouldnât be able to leave us then.â
âThat what you want, angel? For us to make you a pretty mommy?â Ellie asked, and you blankly agreed, braindead and numb. âKeep you trapped forever, nowhere to fuckinâ go.â
Abby and Ellie always considered that; having a family with you, though they never practically discussed it with you, or if thatâs what you wanted. They truly wanted you in their life forever, needed you in every way that would kill them if they couldnât have it. And if you did try to exit out of their lives, they would find a solution to reel you back in.Â
âMama gonna fill your hole, âkay?â Abby warned, and you hummed, falling in and out of reality. Ellie left her on your throat as extra leverage as she continued to hammer herself into you, her own climax trailing behind the blondeâs.Â
A symphony of vulgar, raw noises echoed throughout the bedroom, and your second peak surfaced in the depths of your belly, your body frail and trembling.Â
âFuck, baby, baby, baby,â Ellie cried out, her nails clawing into your skin, and Abbyâs hands crept down to your cheeks, clawing into them. Your skin was running hot and wild, their body heat radiating onto you as the room smelt of filth and sweat, shameless moans and whimpers wailing out of all three of you.Â
Your cunt and hole were stuffed with cum from their straps with Abby and Ellieâs climax dripped out of their sweet pussies. They pushed themselves out of you, and you fell back on the bed, gathering lungfuls of breaths.Â
âWonât you look at that?â Abby said, her and Ellie mesmerized by their cum leaking out of your holes, their initials branded into your thighs. âSo fuckinâ pretty, all for us to look at.â
âHead⌠hurts,â is all you could manage to say, curling up into a ball.Â
The girls took off their object, dropping it to the floor as they separated to obtain things for you. Abby went to the kitchen, grabbing cold water, painkillers, and a box of cherries for you; Ellie was in the bathroom, wetting a rag, and seized the first aid kit.Â
They rushed to your side in under a minute, worried that they might have finally done it this time.Â
âBaby, you with us?â Ellie panicked, and you nodded, sleep wanting to take you. âCan you sit up for us, please?â
âCanât,â you whimpered, and Abby sighed, helping to pick you up. She kissed the side of your head, holding you sit up while Ellie aided you.Â
âYou did so good for us, sweetheart,â Ellie cooed, running the cloth over your aching cunt and hole as you hissed in response. âI know, I know. Just need to make sure we clean you up well, okay?â
Abby brought up the glass of water to lips, stroking the side of your head while you took slow sips. âThere we go, thereâs our tough girl,â she whispered, and opened up the bottle of painkillers, inserting two pills in your mouth, returning the glass back to your mouth afterwards. âWeâre so proud of you. Youâre okay, bunny, weâre almost done.â
Ellie soothed your wounds with hydrogen peroxide, putting bandaids over it after. She put a chaste kiss to your hip, and you smiled small, thanking her. âYou want to get some rest?â She asked, and you nodded. âOkay, honey, let us change the sheets while you eat some food, yeah?â
Abby carried to the loveseat sofa that sat in the corner of the bedroom, handing you the box of cherries as she helped out Ellie. The two werenât even cleaned up, but made sure you were comfortable and okay before they were.
You wanted to cry.Â
Theyâre so fucking perfect, you said in your head.Â
You had eaten about five cherries by the time they fixed up the mattress, and put new sheets on top of it. You set the food next to you, and Abby returned to you, scooping you into her arms as you grasped onto her, sitting you on the edge of the bed.
Ellie picked out a new set of pajamas for you, changing you into new underwear, and a soft, pink nightgown. âGet some rest, and weâre gonna get ourselves fixed, âkay?â She said, guiding you under the duvet covers, and made sure you were tucked in. âWeâll be here when you wake up.â
You hummed, your eyes drooping, and let rest take over you. You felt them press a loving kiss to your forehead before you passed out.Â
You could hear your ringtone tune, lulling you out of your slumber. You let it go through as it shut up a few seconds later, and you groaned, trying to fall back asleep.Â
Then, the ringtone came back, and the buzzing added onto it. Your hand reached for your phone, finding it laying next to you. You grabbed it, squinting to who was calling.
Joel Miller, the contact name flashed.
Why the fuck was Joel calling?
You noticed the time, seeing it to be 4PM â how fucking long were you asleep for?
You swiped the button right, bringing the device up to your ear. âHello?â You mumbled, clearly exhausted and groggy.Â
âHey, kid. I was wonderinâ if Ellie was with you?â He asked, trying to sound calm, but wasnât. You instantly sat up, finding a note on the nightstand, and you picked it up.
Abby and I went out to get some things. Be back as soon as we can. Love you always, sweet girl.
Xo, Ellie.
âUm, no,â you answered, putting the note down. âWhy? Did something happen?â
There was silence for a moment. âThe cops are here, asking for her.â
âCops. Why?â You asked, fear streaming through your whole body.Â
âTheyâre accusing her of murder,â Joel said, and you swallowed thickly. âSomeone reported their friend missing â a Brandon James â saying how they saw him leave with Ellie, and Abby.â
Memories now began to flick in your brain, like bright lights, and bile burned at your throat.
The shirt. The red on the shirt.
Blood.
âWe handled it,â you recalled Ellie saying.Â
âWe handled itâ was code for âwe killed someone.â
You remembered the Brandon guy harassing you, grabbing your arm, and it sent you into full panic mode. You remember calling Abby about it, and Ellie giving you coke to distract you for the meantime. You remembered them not being with you for a while, keeping you with Dina and Jesse.Â
They needed you blind and gullible.Â
âAre you sure itâs even her description? People just say shit âcause they hate her,â you said, holding yourself together. âAnd Abby? Thatâs crazy.â
âAnother person at the club supported it by saying they saw the two walking out with you,â Joel continued, and you quietly cursed under your breath, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. âThey were there, so were you.â
You went quiet as you heard some shuffling over the line.Â
âDo you know something?â He asked.
âI donât,â you said, sincerity mingled in your words. âI promise I donât. And I donât remember anything about being at a club, Iâm sorry.â
âOkay, well if you see her or them, call me,â Joel said, and you hummed, hanging up the call immediately. You let go of your shaky breaths, and nodded to yourself as a waterfall of hot tears streamed down your cheeks.Â
You couldnât stop thinking of the shirt. It had someoneâs blood on it, and they were dumb enough to leave it at home. You knew Jesse and Dina wouldnât narc them out, they were the same as Ellie and Abby.Â
You were alone in this; you had the choice of coming forward with the shirt, or keeping your head down, being naive to everything.Â
Everything started to make sense â the possession, the house, the authority you had given them. They never wanted you to leave, and they eliminated any threats, even ones that hurt you. You were glad they were there at your beck and call, but you never knew it would go to the extremes of murder. You were
starting to worry that this wasnât the first time they did this, but the first time it was starting to catch up with them.Â
You continued to sob as you went through your phone contacts, and clicked your motherâs number.
It took a few rings until she picked up. âHello?â
âMommaâŚâ you sobbed out, not knowing how to explain what you were thinking without exposing a lot of things. âMomma, Iâm worried.â
Your parents werenât neglectful â if you really needed them, they were there, and would never get mad at you for anything, even if you had some fault in it. They had their fatal flaws, ones that even affected you, but theyâd drop everything if you were in danger.Â
You never knew why that was, but you appreciated it.Â
âWhatâs wrong, dear? What happened?â She asked. âWhy are you crying?â
âI think something bad happened,â you sobbed, sniffling. âAnd⌠and I canât be here, in the city. Itâs a lot to explain, but can I stay with you in Milan? Please?â
âYouâre worrying me, cherie,â she said, and you broke down further, everything in the room spinning with you. âYou can come stay. Are you at home?â
âAt this penthouse⌠Iâll send the address to Tony,â you stated, trying to steady your breathing. âThank you, momma.â
âOf course,â she softly responded, and the line went dead. You rushed down to your feet, running into the walk-in closet, and grabbed a suitcase. You tossed random amounts of clothes until the baggage couldnât take anymore; you could buy more stuff in Milan.Â
You tossed your hygienic products on top of the clothes, and before you were going to zip up the luggage, your eyes averted to the hamper. You contemplated taking the shirt with you, burning it in another country so nothing would be traced back to them.Â
You couldnât tamper with evidence. But these were your girls, and it was your turn to take care of them, even if their actions made you sick at this very moment. You grabbed the bloody shirt, tucking it under your clothes, and zipped up the suitcase. You put on your sneakers, and tossed a leather jacket over your nightgown.
Abbyâs jacket.Â
You shrugged it off, and grabbed your cell phone, putting it in your purse. You double checked to see if you had everything in your purse before rushing yourself out of the penthouse, and into the elevator.Â
You didnât need to leave a note, or anything of that sort. You couldnât talk to them for a while, not until you made sure you werenât crazy or overthinking this whole situation. But the shirt was enough to confirm the first of your suspicions, and what Ellie said.
âWe handled itâ, her voice kept playing in your head, like a broken record.Â
For now, you needed to isolate yourself; besides, it wasnât like they would find you.Â
That wasnât possible.
You hoped.Â
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how about reverse! cowgirl! with ellie? ily đŤśđž
this reminds me of that one ph vid that was going around w that girl who had the ellie tattoo 𼾠& ily bbyđŤśđŤś
â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§ reverse cowgirl!
ellie let out a grunt, her green eyes satisfied with their position on watching you ride her strap, pussy going on and off of the blue dick- each moment hitting her clit just a little as well.
ânghâ el, i canât..â you whimpered out, shutting your eyes tightly, the pleasure eating you from the inside out.
Youâd been riding ellieâs strap for hours, your hips so close to cramping at the repetitive motion, your ass no doubt forming a bruise from the slaps you get from her hand. âsh, âs okay, babe. jsâ keep ridinâ me, jsâ like the good girl you are.â she said, her raspy voice sounded as though it was elsewhere, ellieâs mind too caught up in your flexing cunt to process much of what youâd just said. You were about to protest when her hand landed a harsh slap to your bare ass, the smack initiating a curve of your body- strap nicking your sweet spot so suddenly you gasped. âkeep going, babe.â ellieâs long fingers slid around from your ass to your clit, pressing down and playing with the sensitive numb, a moan leaping from your mouth from the two points of pleasure.
you inhaled sharply and fixed your posture, beginning to bounce up and down more frequently, moaning ellieâs name as her free hand gripped your hip, the other continuing its magic. The sound of your ass slapping her upper thighs had ellie almost coming, let alone the sight of you getting yourself off from her strap. âfuck..â she whispered under her breath as your whines became louder, more desperate; her fingers sped up their pace up front, clit going crazy. Your breathing was shaky and you grabbed ahold of the flower bed sheets. âel.. ellie iâm gonna..â you couldnt finish, your orgasm slamming you like a train- âthatâs right, let it out. just like that.â ellie cooed, slapping your ass once for good measure ass you let out a moan like scream of her name, adding to her ego. she had let you cool down, catching your breath before she jerked her hips upward.
âhow about we go again, yeah?â
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synopsis; gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who canât keep her hands off you. so whoâs surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?
pairing; dom!abby anderson x sub!fem!reader
warnings; abbyâs jealous as fuck, a little toxic!abby but not really, use of a strap-on, abby refers to the strap as her dick/cock, and strap is referred to as her dick/cock, throat-fucking (with fingers), fingering, choking, pretty rough sex, degrading (slut/bitch/whore, etc), a little praise, use of baby/honey, one use of y/n BEFORE the smut (sorry, it was necessary), spanking, reader cries, abby gives reader a sensory overload, dumbfucking, etc
a/n; hello! my name is kitlyn, kit for short :) iâm a huge writer, and tlou is my latest obsession. so, ofc, i had to get this fic out for my gf, and much more to come. i hope you like this, and if you have any ideas for me to write, please lmk!
p.s.; your daily reminder (or a fun fact), abby canonically bench presses 205 pounds. i rest my case <3
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she could only make it a few weeks before her annoyance got the best of her.
you were bulking up for an upcoming mission, assigned to you by issac. in the area you would be in, scar presence was heavy, and you wouldnât be back to the wlf for a bit, so gaining muscle was a necessity.
abby just wished she didnât have to watch that girlâs hands all over you to get the job done.
she didnât understand why she couldnât train you herself, why issac wouldnât fucking let her. he waved her off, giving her some bullshit about âa lack of focus.â
come on. if she knew you needed to bulk up, if it meant it would keep you safe, she wouldnât lose her focus just because it was you.
maybe.
but this was the replacement. some other girl in the wlf, hands all over you as she helped you do pull-ups. your body was covered in sweat, and you had been at this for over an hour. the girl, whose name was clara, had her hands on your hips as you lifted yourself up and over the bar again and again.
âcâmon, give me ten more. you got it,â clara said. you were looking at yourself in the mirror as you let out a grunt with each pull-up you did, on your tenth at this point. but you did your best to push through.
âclara,â you groaned. âi canât fuckingââ you began. but your trainer cut you off.
âdonât use your breath. just keep going. iâve seen you do it before. you got it,â clara said once more, tone firm. you didnât think it would be a good idea to deny her. so you went on.
but you were fully oblivious to the pair of blue eyes fixed on you across the room.
you had forgotten that abby also worked out around this time to lift with manny, so it didnât even occur to you that she was gazing at this whole thing like a hawk.
âabs!â manny said to abby, accent thick. he snapped his fingers in front of abbyâs face, and abby looked at him both confusedly, but also annoyedly.
âhuh? what, what is it?â abby asked. she had fully spaced out, and her cheeks were red. but it wasnât because of the workout.
it was your fucking trainer.
âestĂĄs bien? i lost you a few minutes ago,â manny said. abby had gotten used to his habit of going back and forth from spanish to english, to the point where she knew a thing or two. so she easily responded.
âyeah, iâm fine. letâs just finish for today, okay? iâm not feeling it,â she excused. but manny could see where her eyes were.
you.
âah,â manny said. he seemed to understand now, a look of comprehension across his face as he said that. âokay. iâll see you back at the room, then, sĂ?â manny asked as he held his fist out.
abby did the same and gave him the small fist bump he was looking for. âyeah, see you.â
once manny had left, abby began to pack up her gym bag. by now, you had finished your pull-ups, and were taking needy gulps from your water bottle. clara gave you a small pat on the back once you had finished drinking.
âthat was good. you got any more in you?â clara laughed.
you smiled at her, shrugging. ânot sure. iâve gotta meet my girlfriend soon,â you said. really, it was in an hour or two. but youâd have to shower, change, etc. so, to you, it was soon.
nevertheless, you figured a bit more couldnât hurt. so, you said, âbut i think i can do a few more reps.â
clara just gave you a nod. each time you would bring up this girlfriend of yours, her demeanor changed like that. sheâd tense, and pause her words.
you knew what it seemed like, and obviously, you didnât like clara. but you did kind of need her.
and besides, if abbyâfuck, if abby knew? it'd be a fucking field day to say the least.
you ended up choosing back squatting as a way to finish off your session with clara. you ducked your head under the bar, elbows flexing as you removed it from the rack. you caved a little under the heaviness of it, but with claraâs reassurance, you did your best to move.
clara put her arms under yours as you held the bar behind your back. she squatted along with you, body behind yours as she spotted you.
you could only make it ten or so reps before you failed on the eleventh, much to your surprise, as it had never happened to you before. clara put her hands on your chest quickly, and helped you move the bar back up to the rack.
âsorry,â you whispered in a huff, face red from the tension your body had just undergone. claraâs front pressed to your back for just a moment, and you felt a little uncomfy. she had spotted you before while doing a back squat, but not once did you fail one, forcing her to really touch you like that.
âitâs okay, itâs okay. you did fine,â clara smiled. this time, she put a hand on your shoulder, way too close for comfort. and then, she murmured to you, her own face red. âiâm proud of you.â
oh, that was fucking it.
abby discarded her gym bag on the floor. she tossed it somewhere. she would grab it later. but she couldnât fucking watch this anymore. who the hell did this girl think she was, hands all over you like that? and who knows what she was saying to you? that was abbyâs fucking job.
and hers only.
ây/n,â an all too familiar voice said from your left, and you didnât need to look to know who had spoken.
you were thinking, my savior, once abbyâs voice filled your ears. but when your eyes moved to hers, you were sure your soul left your body.
because she looked pissed.
clara moved her hand off your shoulder, and you hated the way she did itâlike the two of you had been doing way more than just working out.
âgrab your shit, weâre leaving,â abby said firmly to you, and she couldnât help but send a small glare claraâs way. you werenât the only one feeling scared, because clara was pale as a ghost. she had known you had a girlfriend, obviously.
but it was abby fucking anderson?
neither you nor clara said a word as you packed up your gym bag. once you had, abby was grabbing you by the waist, and yanking you out of the gym, leaving clara far, far behind you.
âabsââ you tried, you really fucking did. but abby didnât want to hear it.
ânot a fucking word.â
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manny knew better than to come back to the room once he saw abby eyeing you like that in the gym. it wouldnât be the first, nor would it be the last, time that abbyâs temper had ended in a room full of sex.
as soon as you were inside of the room, abby was grabbing your gym bag from your hands, tossing it far away, and kissing you aggressively. you responded with a whine, but let her, kissing her back with just as much passion. her hand gripped your neck as she all but slammed you onto the door, free hand running over your body like it was a temple she was born to worship.
really, it was.
abby put her free hand under your leg and held it up, pressing herself into you as her tongue battled yours. you moaned into her mouth as her grip on your neck compressed, her fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs.
what a good day to have worn shortsâŚ
when abby finally pulled back, your lips were spilling with drool, lips numb and plump from the belligerence in abbyâs kisses. your whole face was hot, and abbyâs face was red.
and, fuck, did she look mad.
abby smashed her lips back onto yours, and kissed you all the way to her bed. once there, she pushed you down onto it and got on top of you, her large thighs on either side of your lap.
if you werenât in for it before, you surely were now.
abby reached her arm out to open the drawer of her bedside table, and it was only a moment or two before she was pulling out a very familiar item.
her strap.
âa- abs, wh- what are youââ you began dumbly, way too curious to find out what it was she had in mind. but abby wasnât feeling at all gracious.
you talk when she says you can.
âshut the fuck up,â abby damn near growled at you, the kind of tone she reserved for when she was really fucking angry. you had heard it many times before. when you were on a mission and battling scars. when issac reprimanded her for being careless in the field. when mel pissed her off one too many times.
bottom line, when shit didnât go her way.
and the idea that she felt that way now both turned you on and scared the fuck out of you.
abby was quick to secure the strapâs harness to her waist. the view of the dildo attached to it always made your mouth fill with drool: black, veiny, seven and a half inches long. sheâd made you cum with it so many times you lost count, and it was a million times better than the real thing.
especially when you had abby anderson on top of you, or behind you, or below you, encouraging you to take it like the good girl you were.
she grabbed your hips with fervor, forcing you to wrap your legs around her torso once your bottoms, and underwear, were out of her way. you let out a needy mewl as she slid the tip through your already wet folds, riling you up, just like that.
when your eyes closed as an answer, abby tutted, and moved one of her large hands down to grab you by the chin. âlook at me,â she demanded.
and who the hell would you be to deny that?
your eyes were weak and needy as they met abbyâs, pupils big with just a touch of fear, heart pounding in your ears. abby spoke firmly, and you could tell that she wasnât playing around.
you had left fun and games behind the second you walked into this room.
âyouâre gonna take this dick as much as i want you to, over and over again. nâ iâm gonna fuck you rough, âtil youâre babbling out nonsense. do you hear me?â
your body felt paralyzed when those words left abbyâs lips, her tone dripping in anger. you couldnât manage much, and all you could do was nod. but she was not having that.
she squeezed down on your chin, which made you whimper out. âwords.â
ây- yes, maâam, i- i understand,â you weakly muttered out, and that seemed to suffice for her. abby let up on her grip, and her hand moved down from your chin to your lips.
âgood. now suck.â
you didnât delay. you opened your mouth for abby to push her fingers inside of it, index and ring beginning to fuck it. abby could feel your drool as she pumped the two fingers in and out of you, your tongue eagerly wrapping around them.
she doesnât give a damn in the world as she pounds them to the back of your throat, making you gag, and your eyes close and roll back as she does so.
not for long.
âopen your eyes. keep âem on me,â abby says in a rough tone, and you oblige a little too quickly. waterâs already filling the corners of your eyes, and abby can see that when she looks at you.
and sheâs barely begun.
âcrying for me already, hm? why am i not surprised?â abby couldnât help but mock you. you looked so feeble like this, choking on her fingers like the whore you were.
âiâd save your tears, honey. âcause thereâs a lot more where this came from.â
just as youâre beginning to get used to the rough feeling of abby fucking your face with her fingers, she pulls them out, and you let out a small whimper of disapproval.
but it quickly blends into a moan.
her index and ring, the two fingers that you had just had your tongue around, that were soaked in your drool, pushed inside of you without so much as a warning.
âoh, f- fuck, abby,â you moaned as the suddenness of the moment took over your senses. your thighs clenched around her as she skillfully pumped her fingers in and out of your cunt, just as she had so many times in the past.
abby used her other hand to pry your thighs back open. âah ah, baby. spread your legs for me.â
just when you figured this couldnât get any more forceful, abby was pushing a third finger inside of you, her middle one, and using her thumb to rub your clit.
your response was way too fast as you grabbed one of abbyâs broad shoulders, digging your fingernails into the freckled skin on it. you let out a loud moan as your eyes squeezed shut, letting it all sink in. three of abbyâs fingers deep inside of you, pumping in and out of your wet pussy as she thumbed your clit like a fucking pro.
âfuckfuckfuck,â you groaned, and, god, did abby like that. barely begun with you, and you were already drunk off her touch.
but then again, thatâs how it always went.
âlook at you, fucking soaked for me. needy bitch,â abby degraded you mercilessly as she curled her fingers inside of you, easily hitting your g-spot.
âmmph, abbyâŚâ you could barely manage.
âhush,â she said harshly. your gaze moved up to hers as she fingered you, her usual pale blue eyes big, pupils enlarged. it was clear that she wasnât letting up any time soon. âdonât talk unless i say you can.â
you didnât.
abby had you soaking her fingers in your release soon enough, your orgasm spilling over you. she pulled her fingers out of you and moved them to her lips, leaving not even one drop behind as she sucked them dry. the view filled your abdomen with butterflies: that was for damn sure.
if this is how she made you feel with your fingers, you could hardly imagine her dick.
and abby didnât delay. you didnât get even a second to process before she was lining the tip of the silicone toy to your cunt, and pushing into you forcefully.
âabby, w- wait, fuck. t- too soon,â you whimpered, but you knew abby didnât give a shit about what you had to say. she shushed you with her hand, putting her fingers past your lips once more.
âdonât care. youâre gonna take this cock like a good fucking girl,â she emphasized the word as she thrust into you hard. âand i donât wanna hear shit. got that?â
you nodded, and didnât try to speak again. you just did what abby wanted you to, sucking on her long fingers to keep you occupied while she pounded into your pussy.
âclara can���t fuck you this good, can she, baby?â abby rasped as each thrust grew more ravenous, both fingers pushing deeper.
so thatâs what this was all about. well, really, you figured as much. you knew claraâs behavior would somehow bite you in the ass. but now that you had abbyâs words to confirm it, you couldnât be more sure.
you did what you could to shake your head, but letâs be real. it was abby fucking anderson. speechlessness was never an answer in her books. she took her fingers out of your mouth for the last time, eager to hear you talk now.
âsay it.â
ân- no, abby. sâjust you. sâonly you,â your tongue slurred as the words left your lips, and abby couldnât help but get off on the way you were speaking, a smug smirk on her face.
âmmhm. only i get to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, yâhear me?â abby let out in a grunt, her drool covered hand settling onto your neck, squeezing down. she was fucking you hard, no mercy as her hips thrust aggressively, pushing herself as deep inside of you as she could possibly go.
you were more than okay with that.
ây- yes, maâam,â you let out a groan of your own as abby rutted her hips into you, eyes locked on hers. âiâm yours. a- all yours.â
you were a whining and whimpering mess as abby gave you a nod of approval, hand gripping your neck like it was her lifeline. âthatâs a good whore. mine and no one elseâs.â
âhow do you think days like today make me feel, huh? fucking bitch with her hands all over you, gawking at you like youâre hers. well, let me tell you somethinâ,â abby snarls. she pulls out of you, tip pressed to your folds, and for a moment, you think sheâs going to make you beg for her to fuck you once more. but just like that, sheâs slamming back inside, going, arguably, deeper than she had before.
âshe doesnât get to have you. no oneâs ever gonna fuck you this good. no oneâs ever gonna love you like i do. youâre all fucking mine, like it or not. got that?â
youâre not surprised by the aggression in her tone, but, damn, is she pissed. you can feel her anger seep into your skin as she fucks you like a toy, addresses you like a doll.
and you let her.
âmâsorry, abby, mâso sorry. i know iâm yours. iâm yours, swear to god i am. mâso sorry,â you moan dumbly as she squeezes your neck.
which youâre sure will have marks to show for it tomorrow.
âi know you are, baby,â abby rasps. her hand moves from her neck to your thigh now, and she digs her fingernails into it as she slams into you. âand you fucking should be.â
and again, abby has you cumming, her name rolling off your tongue like music as, this time, itâs her cock you soak in your release. âthere you go, honey. know you like when i fuck this pussy like this. thatâs it,â abby whispered.
your brain was way too foggy with the aggression of this session with your girlfriend to get your words out properly.
what was is it that abby had said about making you babble again?
âf- fuck, abby. oh, fuck,â you whined, body tired from receiving your second orgasm that evening. but abby was nowhere near done with you: both of you knew that.
abby didnât speak as she pulled herself out of you, grabbing you by the hips and flipping your body over, so that you were no longer on your back. she forced you onto all fours, your ass poking up into the air. she yanks your bottoms fully off of you from behind, underwear following, and settles her hands onto your ass.
âabby, come on, please,â you all but cry out. youâre not sure how much you can take, not when itâs so sudden, anyway. abbyâs anger is slowly going away, your caring girlfriend coming back little by little. but you werenât quite there yet.
âyouâve got one more in you, baby, i know you do,â abby says softly, and she circles her thumbs over your ass. the move is almost loving.
âand youâre gonna take it, like the good slut you are. mkay?â
like you said. almost.
you grumble, but you canât say no. not only did you not want to, but when it came to abby, that was one of the last things on your mind. probably. . .not a good idea. so, âmkay,â is what you say in response.
âgood girl. can fuck you better like this, anyway,â abby hums. she begins to take your shirt off, and you lift your arms up to help her remove you tank top. and then, whoâs surprised, she unhooks your bra with ease, discarding it on the floor somewhere.
the feelingâs familiar as abby pushes inside of your aching pussy once more. youâre sore and tired, brain fucked out from abbyâs belligerence. but you need her, just as much as you need the very oxygen in your lungs.
and she needs you.
as if this isnât enough, her arms move under yours, and squeeze each of your tits. it quickly reminds you of the way clara spotted you earlier, because that was one of the very things that had caused this in the first place.
but this felt so much better.
your eyes rolled back into your head as abby rubbed hard circles into your nipples, eager and needy to get you off for the third time in a row. she knew it wouldnât be long now. each time she fucked you like this, round after round, your orgasms came in quick successions.
literally.
abby was pushing into your g-spot once again, and the feeling of it all was almost too much. if she wanted you to babble, then she got it: because there was no other way to describe the words spilling from your lips.
âa- abby, fuck, please donât stop. you feel s- so good, f- fuck, please.â you werenât making any sense by now, at least not to yourself. but abby knew what you wanted.
because she knew just how to please you.
âkeep moaning, baby. you sound adorable,â abby chuckled as she fucked you, hips pushing deep into a spot you didnât even know you had. âall cockdrunk off this dick, like the whore you are. my whore.â
she just had to add that. for good measure.
âtell me how much you like it. tell me how much you like it when i pound your pussy like this.â
you were licking your lips in the neediest way as she pressed her thumbs into your tits. you couldnât help but push yourself back into her, that fucking needy for her. âi- i love it, abby. love it so much, fuck. you fuck me so good.â
abby moved one of her hands back from your tit and onto your ass, and gave you a small spank there. âfuck, yeah, i do. never gonna get it this good from anyone else, are you, baby? not clara, not any other bitch. just me, yeah?â
âmmph, mhm,â you murmured, and, fuck, were you on the brink. of course no one else could fuck you like this. no one could fuck like this period. some days, you wished the world could see just what abby anderson had to offer.
but that would involve a hell of a lot of sharing that you didnât want to do.
âaw, iâm fucking you dumb, huh, baby? canât even get a word out. dumb fucking slut,â abby smirked, slapping your ass one more time, then massaging the red mark with her thumb. âwho do you belong to, hm?â
abby wasnât wrong. your brain was fogged up, cloudy as she slammed into you from the back, and you couldnât even see as your eyes rolled back into your head for the millionth time over. your words came out messy, drunken, incoherent. âi- i bâiâmâyours, i b- belong toâto you.â
you could feel your third orgasm bubbling up inside of you as abby pounded you from the back, and she had both hands on your tits once more, gripping both of them as she thumbed at your nipples. your face was hot, your lewd moans filling the room to the brim, as abby filled you.
âf- fuck, abby, donât stop,â you whimpered out, and you had never sounded so broken before. âg- gonna cum.â
well, that much was obvious.
abby didnât hold you back. she encouraged you with each thrust of her hips, every one increasing in speed with each second that passed by. she was a pro at this, and she knew it.
âthatâs it, honey. cum on my cock, loud, like you mean it. wanna hear you scream for me,â she said with a small grunt, and she said it like it was a demand.
you obeyed.
you were yelling your girlfriendâs name as white spilled all over the silicone that was her dick, a series of pornographic moans falling from your swollen lips. your expression was just that, too: lewd, broken, because you had never been fucked like that in your life.
for the last time, abby pulled out of you, and unsecured the harness around her torso. once she put it to the side, she couldnât help but put her fingers to your pussy for the last time, scooping a bit of your white release onto them. you shuddered as she did so, and looked behind you, just to see her suck her fingers off.
you lay limp on the bed as abby got up to grab a small towel. gingerly, she began to wipe your body clean, beginning with your thighs. she kissed up them as she did it, and it was so, so different to the way she had been manhandling you mere seconds beforehand.
that was abby for you.
once you were both clean, abby laid down beside you, and pulled you close to her body. she put her hands on your waist, and pressed a kiss to your forehead as you snuggled into her broad chest. you didnât even feel awkward about the fact that you were the only one naked.
if abby didnât care, then neither did you.
âyou okay, baby? wasnât too rough with you, was i?â abby asked, her thumb circling your cheek. you smiled up at her, a rush of butterflies soaring inside your abdomen at the small rasp in the way she cooed.
âno, abs. not at all. i mean, i always knew you got jealous, butâwow,â you couldnât help your giggle.
abby feigned annoyance by giving you an eye roll, but you could tell that she was just being playful. besides, itâs not like she could deny the fact. so she smirked. âwhat can i say? you just have that effect on me. besides, you have to admitâclara was way too close for comfort.â
âmmhm,â you hum.
âbut maybe that was a good thing.â
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iâm so fucking high and thinking about the nastiest things rn. like i need a woman to rail me. ANYWAY iâm writing abby anderson smut after this
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Sex, Drugs, And Rock & Roll
Tags / cw: AFAB reader, guitarist!ellie, making out, smut, weed, mirror sex, hair pulling, mirror sex
It was no secret that the green room at the back of the club was used as more than a pitstop before and after performing, and if there was someone out there that was still unaware of that, the many noises Ellie was currently drawing out of you could definitely attest to it.
But in your defence, it would be hard to not be quiet with how she had you bent over the vanity that was shaking and thumping against the wall from her rhythmic thrusts. And thank god for the sound proofing in there, because all of your 'ah, ah, ah's being let out in tandem with every time she pounded her strap into you, and Ellie's breathy gasps whenever it put pressure on her clit would have been rather embarrassing to explain to her bandmates later on; but it's not like the two of you gave a shit about that right now.
But fuck later on, because right now, all you could focus on was how her cock was slamming into your sweet spot with the perfect amount of pressure, and how sexy your girlfriend looked through the reflection of the vanity mirror. Yea, Ellie was totally making you watch as she fucked you hard, a joint in her mouth, one hand holding a bruising grip on your waist, and the other holding a fistful of your hair to keep your head up to make sure you didnât look away (as if you would though, with the sight she was giving you).
âYâgonna fucking take it, wonât you baby? Take my fucking cock like a slut, yea?â Ellie grunted, words muffled by the joint between her lips.
And maybe if you werenât high, cockdrunk, and halfway to cumming again you could have answered her, but instead all you could do was cry and babble out her name while she fucked you. The sight of it all - you screaming her name as your red eyes rolled back, your ass all raw and red from being slammed against her hips, and the little ring of white forming at the base of her cock - it made Ellie laugh at how easy it was to ruin you.
âOohhh yeah you are- shit baby- youâre gonna fucking. take it. all.â
Each word was punctuated with an especially hard thrust from Ellie, causing you to edge closer and closer to release as you begged and pleaded for more. She barked out an incredulous laugh at that, you were acting as if she had barely even touched you, when in reality she was balls deep in your dripping pussy.
âMore? You want more you fucking slut?â Ellie slowed her thrusts,
âFucking beg for it, go on. Then Iâll give you moreâ
It was like she was making fun of your request, with how she kept her slow pace until the sounds of your âpleasepleasepleaseâ filled the air. And it was then, and only then, that she gave you what you wanted.
Stopping her slower pace with one, hard thrust into you that left you dizzy, Ellie pulled out and lifted you up by the waist and onto the vanity - you now on your knees with your hands against the mirror to balance yourself. You looked at Ellie through the mirror in confusion, but all you were met with was her lazily smirking at you while inhaling from the joint. And as she exhaled, she hoisted her right leg up onto the vanity, grabbed your ass with both hands, and slammed right back into you.
âŚTo say you screamed was an understatement. Actually, it was like a loud, wounded yelp, more animal than human. The new position Ellie had you in meant her strap could reach much deeper than before, with her cock now kissing your cervix with fervour each time she thrusted up into you. And god, that coupled with her staggered groans got you real fucking close.
And Ellie could definitely tell, what with how your moans started getting bigger pitched and more breathy, how your knees started to buckle a little, and how your eyes started to get that faraway look in them. It made her want to fuck you so much harder, but she knew that changing the pace now of all times would ruin your oncoming orgasm. So she resorted to taking her left hand off your ass, making sure to trail it up your back which sent shivers back down your spine.
Finally, she settled it around your throat, thumb and index finger squeezing hard enough that your head started to get all fuzzy and your vision cloudy, as she started kissing and sucking at the back of your shoulders with a tenderness that contrasted the harsh manner of how she was fucking you. Small black dots swam around in your vision from the lack of blood flow to your head, and the dizziness coupled with her other hand making itâs way around to rub small, tight circles on your puffy clit was what pushed you over the edge.
Holy shit did Ellie relish how you cried out her name - at this point your moans were just broken and incoherent, your voice all raspy and constantly breaking every time you tried to speak. She fucked you through your high fast and hard, slowing down only when your whines turned into whimpers. And at some point in the hazy midst of it all Ellie realised she was cumming, too, as her thrusts morphed into slow grinding into your pussy, the pressure of the strap angled perfectly on her clit. Joint still in her mouth, she tried not the grit her teeth at the mind numbing pleasure - reminding herself to thank whoever said that weed made fucking so much better.
It took a few moments for the both of you to regain your senses, and it was your little whines that reminded Ellie that her hand was still squeezed around your throat. Quickly, Ellie released her grip as she pulled out of you, causing you to gasp in at the combination of it all. And maybe it was the weed or something, but the feeling of all that blood rushing back to your head right after cumming made you feel all dizzy again.
Ellie was quick to help you back down from the vanity, taking the joint out of her mouth and leaving it on the table before taking you to the couch against the wall as she whispered and cooed about how good you were. She laid you down and then got up, stumbling around the room for something to quickly clean yourselves up with. What she returned with was something oddly familiar, however.
âEllie, is that my underwear?â
âItâs meant to be there, anyways. Whatâs the big deal?â She shrugged, while wiping up whatever was between your legs still with the small garment.
Afterwards, she threw off the strap, retrieved the joint. and flopped dramatically on top of you, much to your protests. But you couldnât be mad at your girlfriend for long, as she peppered kisses all over your face while giggling at how you scrunched your nose at her antics. It would be blissful for a while, just the two off you, passing the weed and holding each other close. That is, until a sharp, rapid knock on the door reminded you both of where you two were.
âShows over, lovebirds. Ellie, get your fucking ass out here, weâre on in five minutesâ called out a male voice, the drummer - you presumed - in Ellieâs band.
Ellie groaned, rolling her eyes and glaring at the door as she took another puff from the joint.
âFuck off, Jesse. We were having a moment hereâ
âUh huh. Less fucking more moving, or weâll start without you!â Jesseâs voice faded out slowly as he walked away. And when his footsteps finally disappeared, Ellie returned her gaze back down to you and sighed.
âYou heard him, baby. I gotta go to work nowâ She said in playful defeat.
You nodded let her climb off of you to get dressed, giggling at how she did the little jump-shimmy to get her jeans on (and you also stared a little, at how it showed her ass) and then sat up on the couch to slowly get dressed, too. Then, out of your peripheral, you saw Ellie freeze on her way to the door and slowly turn to you with a mischievous smile.
âBuuttt, we technically have three out of those five minutes left, Yknow..â
And before you could even reply, Ellie ran back and jumped onto your lap, straddling your thighs. She let out a giggle before grabbing your face roughly and kissing you, hard. She nipped at your bottom lip and sucked on your tongue, letting out pleased groans when your hands started travelling from holding her waist to squeezing her ass. And while your mouth travelled lower and lower, beginning to suck a mark right at the column of her throat, Ellie took a deep inhale of the joint and gripped your chin upwards to blow it into your mouth. She made sure to keep eye contact during the entire time, and instead of letting you exhale right away, she locked your lips with hers once again before pulling away.
âPretty girlâŚâ she murmured, watching your hazy red eyes as you let the smoke pour out of your mouth.
Leaning in again for one more slow, deep kiss, before finally sitting back, Ellie pulled away reluctantly and stood up. She started walking to the door before glancing back at you.
âGotta go for real now. Wish me luck?â You smiled.
âGood luck, Ellieâ
âDonât need itâ She whispered, while back looking at you softly.
And once she was out the door and running to make it to the stage on time, you finally got up from the couch. On shaky legs, you started picking up all your clothes that were thrown half hazardly around the room to put them on. Except there was one small issue: where the fuck were your panties?
(And maybe later, after watching the video of your girlfriend performing that night, would you notice the small black lace hanging from her back pocket. A good luck charm, as Ellie called it.)
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# LETTING IN WHITE HEAT âś abby anderson!
â vision go black, blood, letting in white heat.â ft. brakence
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â warning y disclaimers â eighteen+, f!reader, wlw sex, poc!friendly, labeling this as dubcon bc abby is mean but sheâs sweet after, mean!abby, top!abby, bottom!reader, sub!ellie, loser coded!ellie, voyerisum, kinda mean rough sex, jealous!abby, slight nipple play, strap use r!recieving, abby has one filthy mouth, mommy kink, aftercare, abby is kinda really mean
her jealousy is soft at first, small ticks easily missed if you werenât looking. the way her blue eyes would become cold like the atlantic, void of any warmth anytime another girl hugged you for a little too long, lingering touch your smooth arms, or the one time at a frat part this ellie chick your hair wrapped around a slender finger. she wouldnât really react, besides pulling you closer to her, resting her chin on your shoulder, abbyâs long fingers intertwined with yours. she knew you were gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see it, people were going to hit on you and it maybe it was annoying at times when abby just wanted you to herself, but she ignored them and just focused on you. but tonight? god, she couldnât control it. she was failed miserably to keep her cool. it was happening right in front of her, and you werenât dismissing ellieâs advances like you normally would. no. not at all. you were encouraging her by batting your long, luscious eyelashes at her emerald eyes. leaning away from abby and into her, letting your fingertips grazing the tattoo on her forearm as you giggle, fucking giggling, at a lame joke ellie was telling you. abby would deck her if you wouldnât get upset about it. youâd forgive her, eventually, but abby knew some groveling would have to happen on her end. no, she wouldnât have it this way. still, the situation nagged her in way she despised. apparently abby wasnât giving you enough attention you had to seek it elsewhere and god, abby was going to make you regret it. baby letâs go somewhere more quiet, yeah? your little friend can even come, quietly she whispered in your ear.
itâs how you ended up in this position, getting fucked within an inch of you life, on all fours and your delicate fingers gripping the railing of the frame at the edge, headboard crashing against the wall the abbyâs thrusts. lamely, ellie was fully clothed sitting in a velvet green chair placed next to the mirror, not like she could move. abby made sure of it. her brown leather belt bound ellieâs wrist so they laid flat in her lap, lust building up in her eyes as she took in the scene before her. abbyâs pierced nipples on display, burly arms flexing as they gripped onto your ass, slapping every few thrusts, letting her meaty hands smooth over the sensitive area. all ellie wanted was to be in the mix, but abby would not let her. every grunt from abbyâs lips made ellie���s dripping pussy clench. it wasnât fucking fair, her keeping you like this, all to herself. the recoil of your ass and abbyâs moans mixed together was enough to make ellie cum just from rubbing her thighs against each other, but the blondeâs filthy mouth only made matters worse, pushing her to the edge quicker than she would have liked. really, even expected.
âwhat you think she could fuck better than me, baby? is that why you were flirting with her? huh? what? too drunk on my cock you canât fucking talk?â abby laughed before picking up her pace, a light mumble of mommy slipped past your whimpering lips, but it was loud enough for them both to hear. âthatâs right, baby. mommy always has to punish you when youâre being a spoiled brat. what? you think she can fuck you like this? sheâs half my size. couldnât even pick you up even if she tried.â
ellie felt humiliated but she couldnât stop herself from the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach. âcâmon ellie, i know youâre close. show me what a fucking loser you are and come for me. right now, baby. yeah, just like that. ruin those pretty boxers for me.â it doesnât take anything else ellie to squirm in the chair, spurts of white, hot cum flooding her boxers, pretty eyes rolling into the back of her head as she slumped in the chair.
abby could fully focus on you now, all the attention she could give fully on you.she slipped her the strap out of your swollen, puffy pussy and made you ride her. intentionally, she wanted to punish ellie. she wanted her to see the pussy she would never have, gush over abbyâs cock. your beefy girlfriend watched as you bounced on her cock, the swell of your tits bouncing rapidly as you fully sat on the girth. abby could feel the base nudge against her clit each time, her breaths becoming more erratic, watching her stupidly pretty girl chanting out mommy mommy mommy as her hips jerked sinfully. abby decided to help you, even if you didnât deserve it.
she met you halfway, bucking her hips, meeting you with her strong thrusts as she bent her head down to suck on the perky bud. âmommy, fuck, please can i come?â but it seemed abby still had a bit of cruelness left in her. she released your nipple with a soft pop! she shoved her middle finger and ring finger into your mouth, before instructing you âsuck.â abby chose to ignore you, but you obeyed. continuing to ride her cock as she made you practically gag on her long digits. when she felt like you had enough, she circled them on your clit. âyou tell me, baby? do you deserve to cum?â
abby smirked as your eyebrows furrowed, trying to concentrate enough so you wouldnât come without her permission. sheâd only punish it for you later when the two of you were back at home. âi thinkâŚ.â abby slapped your ass with her free hand, letting her blunt fingernails digging into the delicate flesh. âyouâve been a bad girl tonight. havenât you? what have i told you before? câmon, let me hear it.â
âmommy only lets good girls cum.â between every word, abby delivers cruel thrusts to your cunt, making your pussy clench around her cock.
then abby was whispering in your ear, âbut since we have an audience, iâll just punish you at home, yeah?â she pauses, before she applies more pressure on your clit. ânow, ride my cock like you mean it, baby.â
once your pace quicken, abby could feel the pressure build up, could feel her clit pulsating. she was close, but she needed you to cum first. need more than the air she breathed. god, she knew you were close too. you were slamming on her cock, chasing the high you could only get from abby and she knew exactly what you were craving. she removed her grip on your ass guiding you and wrapped it around your throat, applying just the amount of pressure you craved.
âyeah, is this what you needed? just needed mommy to choke you? i know, babygirl. are you going to cum for me? yeah, you are arenât you? cum all over my cock. fuuuckkkkk, yes. yes. good girl, such a good girl for me.â you practically screamed out her name as you squirt everywhere, abby finds her release with you. abbyâs thighs, yours, the sheets beneath you drenched in your sweet slick. and all ellie could do was watch as you collapse into abbyâs body. your entire body shivering as you seeked comfort in your loversâ arms. she watched as abby soothingly rubbed your back from the tip of you spine to your lower back. whispering sweet nothings in your ear, but ellie couldnât hear them, intentional by the blonde for her not to. abby nearly crumbled as she watched abby take care of you, cleaning you up and assisting you with putting on your clothes. you sat on the edge of the bed, completely in a daze, waiting for abby.
once abby was dressed, she walked over to ellie, towering over her, sitting or standing didnât really matter. with a mean grip, abby held ellieâs chin, applying enough pressure to get her almost bruise. ânext time you flirt with my girl, itâll be you getting fucked an inch within your life and unlike my beautiful baby, iâll leave you alone like the dirty slut you are, unable to fucking walk, talk, move. got it?â abby left with you in her arms, but to ellie it sounded more like music to her ears.
the auburn hair watched as you the couple walk out of the room, abby whispering in your eat as she kissed your temple, shutting the door behind them. and then it dawned on her. she was still fucking tied up. fucking anderson.
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an: yeah.......so this is a thing. hope you enjoyed it as much as i loved writing it! god do i need a blonde girl to fucking rail me
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money [a.a]
pairing: ceo!abby x secretary!reader
synopsis: when you finally land the job of your dreams, you had no idea what your boss would be like. and damn, no idea you conjured could've done her justice.
warnings: top!abby, bottom!reader, age gap (reader is in her 20s, abby is in her early 40s), cunnilingus (r/a receiving), strap (r!receiving), praise + degradation, mommy kink, dirty talk, manhandling, pet names (sweetheart, sweet girl, angel, baby, whore, slut)
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it wasn't everyday that you landed a job with one of the most well known law firms in washington. for now you were just a secretary, someone to sit outside of an office and take calls, but your hope was to work your way up to one of their lawyers.
you had little prior experience with being a secretary, but it was just enough to get you this gig. the building was large, and the office you were to assist was on one of the highest floors, naturally where the head of the firm was.
you knew her, abby anderson. incredibly talented lawyer who even won over a supreme court case. though you hadn't met her in person, you were exhilarated to meet her. she was who you dreamed to be, especially by her age.
it wasn't until your third day, when abby was finally in the office, when you got a glimpse of what working here would actually look like. abby showed up in a well pressed black suit, armani logo drilling into your eyes like a laser, making you feel all that underdressed.
"do I know you?" she asked when you knocked gently on her office door and went in. she truly didn't mean to be rude - her son had been sick for three days and she was feeling it now - but you didn't know that. you automatically assumed she was an asshole, and that threw you off.
you cleared your throat, meeting her eyes and immediately shifting them again. she was intimidating, almost scary. "I'm y/n. I'm your new assistant." she looked you up and down, gaze still burning your skin, and the corner of her mouth turned up to a smirk.
"great. I take my coffee black, nothing in it. there will be a card on your desk that you can charge it to every morning. get yourself something. I expect you to leave before I do, as I stay late. by any chance, do you babysit?" your eyes found hers as you finally looked up.
"I mean, I can. I used to when-" she cut you off, uninterested in anything except the yes. you noted that for later.
"I might need you to pick up my son from school every couple weeks. not often, and certainly not until I've run a background check on you." she wasn't hardly looking at you now, eyes flipping between her papers and computer. "did I miss anything?"
"no ma'am," you said, standing up and instinctively wiping off your skirt, though there was nothing there. suddenly you were back at your desk, waiting for calls and bookings to come in while trying to make sense of that interaction.
the next day you arrived late, but in your defense, the line at the coffee place was long and traffic was even longer, and now you weren't even sure that the coffee was hot. abby was there when you gently knocked on her door, allowing your entry with a low 'come in.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, there was really bad traffic and the line-"
"it's okay, sweet girl." your stomach flipped. yesterday, when your eyes knew nothing but the floor, you hadn't exactly taken in her appearance, but today. today.
today she was in a black turtleneck, sleeves right around the muscle in her arms that just made her look so, so good. her black slacks were tight at her hips with a belt, and they were hugging her legs so tight that you were sure the seam would rip.
her hair was pulled into a nice bun and she wore no makeup, not that she ever needed to. she had freckles, beautiful eyes. rings. she had rings, that she could put inside of you any day.
"I'll be on time tomorrow, miss." your gaze dropped again as you turned to leave her office. this was surely going to be nothing but torture for the following months.
two weeks later was the first time she asked you to stay late. you originally had plans, but the way your name dripped off of her tongue like honey made you immediately cancel them. she had asked you politely to pick up her son, and you even acquired her number from the ordeal.
dealing with kids was not your specialty, but abby's son was a delight. he talked all about his mom, some about his dad and it made you wonder if abby was single or not. she never wore a ring to your knowledge, not even on a necklace, and from your speculation she almost looked like a lesbian. maybe you were just dreaming about the end.
if you had taken your apartment and multiplied it by ten, it still wouldn't be half the size of abby's house. she truly did have money, if the armani suits and porsche didn't say that already.
an hour into your babysitting, which almost just felt like hanging out with a kid in a mansion, abby got home. she walked in, greeting you with the first real smile you had ever seen on her face. your brain malfunctioned when you gently placed her hand on your arm and pressed an innocent kiss onto your cheek.
you were blushing profusely, pupils blown, almost dizzy, all she did was kiss your cheek, a very normal way of greeting someone and you were fucked. abby didn't fail to see you run your fingers over the spot and look at them before quickly turning back towards the two of them.
abby lived for it. lived for the you drooled over everything she did, lived for the way that she was sure her fingers would look so, so good in your mouth... and she tried not to think about it. how could she, when her son was standing right next to her, trying to tell her about his day, and you. you just looked so innocent.
you were engulfed in her smell, the perfect balance of pine and amber and erotica. she smelled like five hundred dollar cologne right off the shelf of valentino. you wanted to smell like that, wanted to smell like that, wanted to wear her clothes and have everyone think that you were together.
"thanks for coming, sweetheart. I'll see you on monday." you looked at her with your brows knit, knowing you had work the following day, friday. "take the day off. you did something for me, and I'm repaying you. use my card and get something."
the amount of money she had to just throw around was so attractive to you. she was an independent woman who brought in millions every year and was letting some secretary she had known for three weeks let buy anything on a day off.
monday had arrived, and you had purchased nothing with abby's card, naturally. you weren't one to spend someone's money just because they had a lot of it, or because they told you to. she would've had to buy it for you to accept it, at that.
it was nearing eleven when abby called you into her office by your first name, instead of one of the many nicknames she always seems to use. "sit." she demanded as you stepped in, and you did so.
"is something wrong, ms. anderson?" she wasn't mad, but she was irritated. she told you to do something, told you to put yourself first and you didn't.
"I told you to treat yourself on friday," her gaze left her laptop and met your eyes. "why didn't you?" you blanked for a moment.
"I just.. I didn't feel right spending money that wasn't mine." she gave you a disapproving look, before getting up and coming around her desk to stand in front of you. in a matter of moments, one of her large hands was grabbing your jaw and forcing your head up to look at her.
she bent down slightly, lips grazing over yours, and you were sure she could feel how much your face heated up. "next time I tell you to do something, you're going to do it. understand, sweet girl?"
"I don't-" your pupils were blown and you were so desperate for her to press her lips just a bit closer, fill the gap and just let you have it.
"say 'yes abby'."
"y-yes abby." she let go of your face and went back to her desk, pretending to pay you little attention, but she was acutely aware of the way you pushed your thighs together and squirmed.
"you're dismissed. I expect to see a charge by the morning." you got up and hurried out, going straight to the bathroom. your face was burning up, and you could vaguely see an imprint from her hand.
you were meaninglessly circling the mall, trying to decide what to spend this newfound money on. obviously you wouldn't get something big and glamorous, no matter how much she seemingly wanted you to.
every time you walked, you seemed to pass victoria's secret. It seemed like it was calling you to buy something, and after that interaction with abby earlier, you decided that maybe you should treat yourself and went in.
you looked around for a while before finding a cute blue set, with embroidered, lacy flowers. it was nothing special, just transparent and high waisted, but it was speaking to you. suddenly you knew what you were wearing to work the next day.
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you felt completely scandalous wearing a short little skirt over the lingerie in the morning, with a button down, where the first few buttons were unbuttoned. it was different from your usual dress pants and blouse, but it definitely did what you needed it to do.
work was as usual for the majority of the morning, and you were suddenly doubting why you wore what you did. there was no point, you were seriously delusional and seriously needed help. what kind of freak where's lingerie and completely inappropriate work clothes to work after one minor interaction with their boss?
that was until you got a simple email from ms. anderson herself, reading nothing but;
my office. now, please.
you cleared your throat, brushed out your hair slightly and adjusted your shirt before nonchalantly entering her office. you sat, observing the way she remained quiet for a moment before clearing her desk and turning her attention towards you.
âdid you think I wouldn't realize?â she asked, cooly, with her eyebrows raised slightly. âI mean, props to you, you did as you were told. but I checked the card. I'm not the only one who can see the transactions on that card either, sweetheart.â
you were immediately red. who else could see them? âI didn't r-really think-â
âno, you didn't. I bet the men in my finances would love to see you dancing around in whatever you bought, wouldn't they, baby?â she was standing before you could think, hands resting on the handles of your chair. âwhy don't you show me, huh? I know you're wearing it.â
âI'm not- we can't do that here.â you looked around, though you knew no one would ever bother her and her office had no cameras. âwe're at work, abigail.â there was a fast switch in her eyes, the way they went from cocky to wide, almost needy.
âfuck,â her head dropped into the crook of your neck before she ran her nose along your jaw. âsay it again. please, baby.â her tone, the gentle pleading made any rational thoughts disappear from your mind. your hand wrapped around the collar of her button down and pulled her in gently.
âabigail,â you whispered, âI want this,â with that, her hands were everywhere, all at once. she was pulling you up, wrapping her large hands around your hips as she pulled you in for a harsh kiss. she was forcing you onto her desk, keeping her lips to yours as your bodies molded to each other.
she left your lips, finding a perfect spot on your neck and sucking. you gasped when you felt her hand undoing the buttons of your shirt and pulling it out of your skirt. you were grabbing her by her waist trying to pull her closer as she continued to mark up your neck and grab your tits.
when she finally pulled away from your neck, her eyes became wide looking at your lingerie clad tits. you slid your shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it, looking up at her as you began to unbutton hers. she didn't let you get very far before she was gently pushing you back until your back was against the cool wood of the desk.
she unclipped your bra and pulled it off, tongue immediately meeting your nipple. she bit it and you yelped, grabbing her shoulders. her large hand was messing with your other, tugging gently and kneading. "I love your tits so fucking much, baby.â she mumbled into your skin while she kissed down your stomach.
she left more hickies on your ribs, but you desperately needed her in one place. she was pulling your skirt down in seconds, pressing her tongue against you like it was nothing and watching you arch and moan. she was eating you out through your underwear for a minute, before you grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.
"take them off." she smirked, and her head tilted slightly to the side.
"who said you're in charge, sweet angel?" the nickname was new, but you fucking loved that she always called you sweet. you were something sweet to her, and that made your brain lag every time.
"abby please," you bucked into her, chasing friction. that's when you felt it; the large bulge in her slacks that you hadn't noticed earlier.
"feel that, baby? that's all for you." she pulled down your underwear slowly, tossing it in the pile of clothes. she spread your lips, watching slick connect and drip down your thighs. your face burned and you covered it, embarrassed. "uncover your face or I'll stop." you did as told.
she pulled a ponytail off her wrist and pulled her hair into a bun before pressing her tongue into your clit and licking a fat stripe. your head hit the desk with a thud, reveling at the feeling. she worked your clit, sucking it into her mouth and painting patterns with her tongue while she pressed a finger into entrance.
she used her free hand to hold you down by your stomach, since your squirming was messing her up. you whined when she added a second finger, not used to her thick fingers. "if you can't take my fingers, how am I supposed to fuck you with my strap?" you moaned at her words, loving the dirtiness of it.
she returned to your clit and you got loud when she curled her fingers up into the best spot, whimpering and groaning. she remembered the time when you pressed your fingers to your cheek in her house, and brought her unused hand to your mouth, tapping your chin lightly. "open your mouth and suck," she instructed, noticing your confused look.
you took two of her fingers in your mouth and sucked them, which shut you up. your stomach coiled, a warm feeling rushing between your legs before you could even mumble a word. it felt like you just kept coming, until she finally pulled away from your cunt.
"are you gonna give me another one, angel?" she was unclipped her belt while you caught your breath. "wanna fuck you all day." she pulled her pants and boxers down just barely enough to get her strap out. "flip over, ass up." you turned over, fucked out muscles aching.
she ran the tip of her strap between your folds, letting your wetness lube it up, then lined up with your hole. she pushed just the tip in, groaning at the way you took it so well and swallowed her in. "what if I just fucked you like this, huh?" you whined.
"please.. need more," you pushed your hips back slightly, trying to push her in further. she pulled out, simply pushing the tip back in.
"desperate fucking whore," she thrust in on the last word, bottoming out immediately. you whimpered, the strap stretching you far more than her fingers. "aw, baby, does that hurt?" she pulled out far and fucked into you again.
she started fucking you, deep and hard, until you were moaning and grabbing onto the desk, trying to stabilize yourself. one of her hands left your hips and grabbed your hair, wrapping it around her fist and tugging. "fuck.. abby- abs.. mommy,â
your eyes widened at the name, which came out unintentionally. she stopped momentarily before groaning and picking her pace back up rapidly. "call me that again." the tip of her strap kissed your cervix and bumped against your g-spot every time. her arm wrapped around your waist, flicking your clit.
"mommy.. m'gonna cum." you slurred, cock drunk and fucked out. she kept her pace, hardly changing anything except for the fact that she was louder now, finding the perfect angle to get the harness to hit her clit.
"just wait a second, my love,â you held it for as long as you could, but it became too much, and she was hitting just right. your mind went absolutely blank as your vision went white, a wave crashing over you as you came.
you could hear abby moaning, but you were still going, and unable to think of anything. âfuck baby, you make such a mess.â you relaxed your tense body and look over your shoulder at abby's soaked harness, pants, and desk.
âmâsorry.â she slowly pulled her strap out and unclipped it front her hips, letting you lay for another minute before she grabbed your hips and helped you flip over and sit up. âwanna make you cum, mommy.â you looked at her with doe eyes, watching her eyes darken.
âI already came, sweetheart. don't worry about me.â you brought your hand down to cup her cunt and she took in a sharp breath. you ground your palm against her clit and she groaned, shifting her stance from foot to foot.
you slid off the desk with wobbly legs and kneeled in front of her, pupils blown. âplease mommy,â you ran your nails over her abs and under her boxer strap lightly, making her muscles tense.
âsuch a slut, aren't you? want mommy to fuck your face?â you nodded, pulling her boxers down to her ankles. her blonde bush matched her hair, and you noticed her happy trail that you hadn't earlier. âstick out your tongue, baby, be a good girl.â
you stuck your tongue out flat, not even getting a chance to lick before she was pressing her cunt to your mouth. she fucked herself on your face, gripping your hair tight and grinding fast. you gently pushed her against the desk, lifting one of her legs to your shoulder and leaving the other one down.
she must have loved the new angle, because she was moaning and grunting more than you had ever heard her. her clit was twitching and puffy, wet from your spit and her slick. she let out an involuntary whimper, and it was like music to your ears. âgonna c-cum on your f-fucking face, angel.â
her legs shook as she came, ans you spent the following moments licking all of it up. you pulled away and stood up, still shaky. she pulled her boxers and slacks up, moving towards the pile of clothes and handing you what was yours. âdo you wanna get dinner tonight?â she stopped what she was doing to button up your shirt and zip your skirt.
âyeah, that's great.â she smiled, kissing you softly.
âyou can go home if you want to clean up. I can take my own calls for a few minutes.â it was your turn to smile, grateful to get out of your uncomfortable, wet clothes.
âI'll see you tonight?â you asked, looking over your shoulder once you got to the door.
âpick you up at seven.â
a/n: part two? đ¤
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ŕťę°Ő ܸ. .ܸŐęąáâ・°⊠sub! abby who begs you to sit on her face. to make you feel good, to taste your slick on her tongue. sub! abby who doesnât care that itâs getting hard to breathe as long as her sweet, sweet girl feels good, her eyes glossing over and completely pussy drunk. sub! abby who grabs your thighs and forces you down when she can tell youâre holding back, pushing your clit onto her hooked nose. sub! abby who tastes you like itâs her last meal, practically close to tears everytime you tease her by lifting yourself up. sub! abby who cums with you solely from the thought that she made you feel good.
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pink toy.
⢠dom abby anderson x sub fem! reader
cw; explicit +18 content, exhibitionism, praise kink, praising, degradation, overstimulation, squiring, dom abby, use of toys (vibrator, dildo), masturbation (receiving), slapping, orgasm denial, finger sucking, fingering, dirty talking, hair pulling, kinda public sex, public masturbation⌠MINORS DNI
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laughter filled the atmosphere, the sound of glasses clinking and people chatting. it was one of those classic dinner nights with your group of friends at your favorite restaurant, everything was perfect. except for one small factor: you couldn't relax the whole night with a vibrator plugged into your fucking cunt, which abby controlled on the cell phone next to you.
as the desserts arrived on the table, everyone fumbled around trying to remember who ordered what, but everything was more than rattling around in your head, and all you could process all night were voices far away.
"are you even listening to me? hey!" dina says, completely frustrated as she tries to talk to you and gets no response. you keep your hand over your mouth, looking out at the street, trying your best to keep any sound or moan from escaping your lips.
"hey dina. i'm sorry, i'm a little distracted." you say, a little breathless but almost imperceptible to your friends who were already super drunk.
"you ordered the cherry ice cream, yea?" dina says, laughing and changing the words. you could feel the alcohol exhaling from her breath, while she was being pulled from side to side by ellie in her chair.
"yes, she did, thank you so much dina." abby says, picking up the dessert and placing it in front of you, one arm on the back of your chair. she moves closer to your face, speaking quietly enough for only you to hear. "if you keep panting like that, i swear, i'll put this on full speed and turn off my phone." she says, then kisses your cheek and smiles at you as if nothing is happening, picking up the glass of wine in front of her on the table and taking a sip.
you squirm once again under the table, crossing your legs in the hope of getting some friction for your relief, but abby immediately notices and grabs your thigh tightly, pulling them apart, leaving you completely open in the corner of the table which, luckily, was in a darker part of the restaurant. abby reaches up under your tight skirt, staring at you in disbelief as she realizes how wet and hot you were after all this time. the blonde decides to start an even bigger teasing game, massaging your needy cunt over the thin panties you were wearing.
she moves closer again, stroking your hair with the other hand that was resting on the chair, whispering in your ear. "if you make any noise, i'll stop."
you swallowed dry, desperate to feel abby's hands on you for the first time that night. god, how could she be so mean? you were practically begging for it with your eyes all night, while she slid her finger up and down on her cell phone, just giving you the most innocent, unintentional look of all.
abby uses one of her middle fingers to push your panties aside, massaging your throbbing clit painfully slowly in response, sliding in circles, in a light and extremely provocative touch, feeling all the heat exuding from your body at that moment. you squirm even more in your chair, feeling abby's hand squeeze your shoulder, silently scolding you. she stroked your hair so gently that anyone looking would never suspect that you were being completely fucked under that table.
"abby..." you said, sighing heavily, whimpering. "i can't take this anymore, please..." your legs were shaking more and more, accompanied by shivers that ran down your spine every time abby unlocked that damn cell phone to control the vibrations that were only expanding inside you.
"guys, we're going to the bathroom for a minute, we'll be right back." abby says, getting up and encouraging you to do the same, as she picks up your bag for you, holding out one of her arms for support. you look around and no one seems to notice that anything's wrong, everyone's too far away, laughing loudly and drinking their ass off.
as soon as you enter the bathroom, abby locks the door and immediately pulls you tightly by the waist, planting a violent kiss on your lips, as if she's been hungry for you all night. the taller woman sighs, helping you take off the short skirt that covers your hips. "god, you're such a slut, couldn't wait for us to get home to get fucked."
abby pulls you hard over the sink, standing behind you and inducing you to bend over for her, facing the mirror. she finally pulls the toy out of you, making your walls contract completely. "i'm fucking you in front of the mirror so you can see clearly what a whore you are" she says, bringing her own hand to her mouth. "open up and suck it good," she says, inserting her two middle fingers into your lips.
you completely moisten abby's fingers as soon as you open your mouth, which has been salivating for her for a long time, sucking carefully and eagerly, moaning muffledly as you do so. "you're a pathetic slut, all turned on just by sucking my fingers." she says, kissing your neck, moving down the area with licks and bites, making sure to give you goosebumps.
she removes her fingers from your mouth, patting your face twice before finally penetrating you. "that's my pretty girl, huh?" you moan in response to the pet name, leaning further over the sink, opening your pussy wide for her. "god, you're soaking wet." she says, slipping her two fingers into your hole, curling them inside you, with back and forth movements that make you moan louder, failing to control yourself.
she slid perfectly inside you, which was completely lubricated with your own juices and saliva. abby pulled you by the hair, wrapping it around her own hand, having complete control over you at that moment. in the reflection of the mirror you could see her smiling sadistically as she watched you in this situation, thrusting even harder inside you, hitting your sensitive inner spot several times. "will you be a good girl and cum for me? hm?" she said, making you melt even more, moaning and calling out her name, which was filled with even more lust, as if she possessed you at that moment.
you could feel your body weakening more and more as you felt all of your wetness dripping down your thighs, with her in and out of you with so much hunger, as she sucked on your neck like a fucking vampire, sucking your soul out of your body. using you as if you were nothing but a toy, with a completely devilish face, looking at you through the mirror with that stupid smile.
"abby, im gonna c-" you barely manage to finish your sentence when she speeds up her movements with precision, making you arch and tremble even more, moaning loudly as she laughs, watching you melt completely in her hands. "you're so fucking easy to please, such a needy whore."
a huge wave of pleasure-filled shocks unloaded over your body, after being overstimulated for so long, you felt your orgasm so strong that tears began to run down your face as you moaned her name, pulsing against the fingers still curling inside you. "atta girl." she says, chuckling.
"i think i might even need to order some dessert too, after fucking you all over like that." she says, teasingly as she watches you trying to come back to yourself, or at least recover enough to be able to get back to that table.
"i hate you" you say, annoyed by the cocky blonde's provocations.
"you know you love me."
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