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PRISON BREAK (Abby Anderson)

If you’ve ever seen Prison Break, do you remember the scene where Michael shows Lincoln his tattoos for the first time? no imagine that scene… but with Abby.

The heavy, monotonous clang of chains echoed through the church as you were being escorted back to your cell. It was the only time you got a sliver of freedom outside of those suffocating walls. Your eyes wandered aimlessly until they landed on a figure that made your breath hitch.

Standing near the back, leaning casually against the stone wall, was her. Abby.

"Abby?" you called, your voice a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

She stepped forward, her presence commanding even in the dimly lit space. Her gaze locked onto yours with a calm intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I'm getting you out of here," she said plainly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You shook your head, your heart sinking. "It's impossible."

"Not if you designed the place, it isn't," Abby countered, her voice low and sure.

Your jaw tightened, but before you could respond, the guards ushered you away, leaving her words lingering in the air like a promise you couldn't believe.

Later, during working hours…

The locker room was eerily quiet, the hum of distant machinery the only noise breaking the silence. You sat on one of the benches, elbows resting on your knees, staring down at the floor.

"I told you," you said, your voice sharp with restrained anger. "It's impossible, Abby. You shouldn't have done this."

Her boots echoed against the floor as she approached, but you didn't look up.

"No, it's not," she replied, her tone unwavering.

You exhaled harshly, shaking your head. "You've seen the blueprints?"

"Better than that," she said, her voice steady but edged with a smirk. "I've got them on me."

You look up and see that Abby removed off her uniform shirt, revealing her toned upper body.

From her collarbones down to the sharp cut of her V-line, her skin was a canvas of ink. Intricate designs swirled across her chest, arms, and back. There wasn't an inch of space untouched.

Your lips parted in shock, your mind struggling to process the sight in front of you.

"Am I supposed to see something in this mess?" you muttered, your tone a mix of curiosity and irritation.

"Look closer," she said, stepping nearer, her smirk widening.

You squinted, eyes scanning the patterns on her skin. At first, it was overwhelming—a chaotic maze of lines and shapes. But then, like a puzzle falling into place, it clicked. Blueprints. They were blueprints of the prison, etched into her skin.

"No way.." you whispered, the realization hitting you like a freight train.

Abby knelt in front of you, her hand reaching out to grip your jaw. She tilted your head up so your eyes met hers.

"I'm taking you out of here, baby," she murmured, her voice low.

Before you could react, her lips crashed against yours in an aggressive, heated kiss. It was reckless, and raw.

You pulled back, breathless, staring at her with wide eyes. She was insane, reckless, but damn if you didn't feel a glimmer of hope.

Should I recreate the scene where Michael and Sara kiss for the first time? where Michael asks Sara to keep the door open for him?

(ABBY WITH TATTOOS ABBY WITH TATTOOS ABBY WITH TATTOOS)

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ROUGH EDGES

Abby Anderson x reader

I’m already working on Princess Pt. 4, don’t worry, I won’t leave it behind, but I’ve had this in my drafts for a while now. As you know, English isn’t my first language, so please don’t judge, and I’m still figuring out how to write smut, so my bad if it’s not perfect. Please let me know what you think.

TW: graphic violence, sexual content, non-consensual situations, manipulation, abuse, domination, explicit language, and dark themes including self-harm and death. If these topics are triggering for you, please proceed with caution or skip this story.

The corridor was quiet, save for the echoes of heavy boots pounding on cold concrete. The air in the prison always felt oppressive, thick with regret and anger, a suffocating reminder of the lives trapped within its walls. You had been in this place for some time now, though it didn't feel like home. Not even close. It wasn't supposed to.

"Anderson, you have company," the guard's voice rang out down the hallway, breaking the monotony.

Abby didn't look up from the bed she lay on. She didn't flinch. No words left her lips as she remained still, eyes half-closed, staring at the wall.

The door to her cell creaked open, and you walked in.

You were dressed in the typical prison garb-baggy pants and a white ribbed tank top, but there was a certain weight to your presence. You weren't huge, but you had a solid frame-muscular in a way that came from a life of necessity. Your back, adorned with detailed tattoos, told a story of hardship and survival, each inked line a chapter of pain you'd endured.

Abby's eyes flicked to your tattoos, the recognition immediate. She didn't know your name. Didn't care to. But she knew you. Knew exactly who you were-the one who killed her father years ago. You had disappeared after, leaving her to pick up the shattered pieces of a life that had never really been hers.

You didn't look at her, though. You didn't even acknowledge she was there, the faintest tilt of your head the only movement as you dropped the prison-issued items onto the bed, with no real care for the mess you made.

The tension in the room tightened as Abby's jaw clenched. The coldness she'd perfected over the years was there, but underneath it was a simmering rage—a fury she hadn't quite learned to control.

"You," she muttered, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

You didn't respond, ignoring her completely.

That was all it took.

In an instant, Abby was on her feet, her body tensed with anger, her fists raised. Without warning, she shoved you, the force of her body meeting yours with a harsh push. You stumbled back but caught yourself, turning on her in a split second.

The air was electric, thick with unspoken history, and before either of you knew it, you were both caught in a blur of fists and fury. She aimed a punch at your chest, trying to push you back into the wall, but you dodged it and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around to break her hold.

"Leave me alone, bitch!" You snapped, pushing her against the bed.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes wild with rage. "You killed my dad!" The words were spat out like venom, each syllable charged with a lifetime of resentment.

Your nostrils flared as you pulled back for another strike, but you snapped back with your own words. "Your dad tried to kill me when I was just a kid!" You threw a punch toward her stomach, but Abby blocked it, landing one of her own to your ribs.

The fight was brutal, fast, and raw. Neither of you was holding back, each punch landing with a sickening thud. Your blood was mingling with hers, and neither of you cared. The years of tension, the history that had haunted you both, was finally coming to a head in this grim, cold cell.

the door slammed open again. The guards burst in, shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Enough!" one of them yelled, brandishing a baton. "If you don't stop right now, I'll throw you both into isolation!"

in an instant, the noise stopped. You both stood there, panting heavily, your faces bruised, blood dripping from your noses and split lips. Neither of you moved. Neither of you made a sound. You both breathed hard, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, but something shifted in the silence.

The guards glared at you both. "I mean it!

Stop or you're both locked down!"

With a final, begrudging look at each other, you took a step back. The air in the cell was thick with the unspoken tension between you. Abby wiped the blood from her lip, but her eyes never left you. You did the same, wiping the blood from your nose with the back of your hand.

The guards left, leaving the door slightly ajar. Neither of you spoke as the silence settled in again, but you could feel the anger still burning, barely contained under the surface.

The fight was still there, the need to prove something, to keep going. But you were done with this for now. You needed a break, something to clear your head before you both ended up killing each other.

You turned toward the door without a word. No more confrontation. Not today.

You had to walk away-before the fury consumed you both.

As you stepped out of the cell, the sound of your footsteps echoed down the hallway. You didn't look back.

But you knew Abby was still there, still burning with anger just as much as you were.

And somewhere deep inside, you knew this wouldn't be the last time you two crossed paths.

9 PM

The cell was dim, the faint glow from the hallway lights leaking through the narrow window in the door. You stepped in quietly, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders.

Abby was already in her cot, lying on her side with her back to you, as if your presence didn’t matter. You didn’t bother acknowledging her either. You kicked off your shoes and stretched out on your own bed, the thin mattress doing nothing to ease your discomfort.

The lights flickered once, signaling the shutdown for the night. A few seconds later, the cell was bathed in darkness, leaving you with nothing but the faint sound of breathing and the oppressive silence of the prison.

The stress gnawed at you, clawing its way through your mind and body. You shifted on the bed, letting your hand trail over your stomach and then lower. The movements were slow, deliberate, your fingers working against the tension as you tried to block out everything else—the cold, the bruises, the rage that simmered just beneath the surface.

There was no sound from you, just the sound of your fingers playing with yourself. You didn’t care that Abby was there. Nothing mattered but shaking off the day, finding some small release from the weight that threatened to crush you.

The silence broke with her voice, sharp and cutting.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” Abby said, her tone as cold and detached as ever. She didn’t even turn to look at you, her words floating out into the dark.

You didn’t stop, didn’t even open your eyes. Your voice was calm, quiet, but just as detached as hers. “I’m trying to calm my nerves down.”

She didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel her irritation in the air, heavy and palpable.

“The other way to relieve myself is to beat the shit out of you,” you added, your tone flat and cold as you turned your head slightly to glance at her in the dark. “But since I’m too tired to do that, deal with it. I don’t care.”

Abby didn’t say anything else. You could hear the faint creak of her cot as she shifted, turning her back to you again. The silence returned, heavier this time but not unfamiliar. The tension that always lingered between you both was still there, but neither of you cared enough to push it any further tonight.

Minutes passed. Your movements slowed, the exhaustion finally creeping in and weighing down your limbs. You let out a long breath, your body sinking deeper into the mattress. Abby’s breathing evened out, soft and steady, signaling that she had already drifted off.

Eventually, the darkness swallowed you too, and sleep took over.

9 AM

The sound of water cascading onto the tile filled the communal shower room, steam curling into the air. You stood under the lukewarm spray, your head tilted back as the water ran over your face and shoulders, washing away the grime of the day.

But then, you felt it—a gaze boring into you. You opened your eyes, letting the water stream over your lashes, and turned your head just slightly.

Next to you, barely an arm's length away, was Abby. She was scrubbing at her arms, her cold expression unchanging, but her eyes? They were locked on you, sharp and cutting.

You let out a low scoff, your voice steady and calm despite the tension. "If you keep staring at me, I'll smash your head into the wall."

Abby didn't hesitate. She turned toward you, closing the gap in an instant, her hand shooting out to grab you by the neck. Her grip was firm, strong enough to make it clear she could overpower you if she wanted. The press of her fingers against your skin wasn't enough to choke you, but it was a warning.

"I hate seeing the bitch who killed my father taking a shower like nothing happened" she growled, her voice low and venomous. Her eyes were blazing now, her usual icy demeanor cracking just enough to reveal the rage simmering underneath.

You didn't flinch, meeting her gaze head-on "He deserved every second of it," you spat, your tone like steel. "And I enjoyed it."

Abby's grip tightened. You could see the conflict in her eyes-the overwhelming urge to lash out, to make you pay. Her other hand balled into a fist, and for a moment, you were sure she was about to swing.

"Abby, Y/N, take your fucking fight out of here! We need to shower!"

The sharp voice cut through the tension like a blade. Both of you turned your heads to see Ellie standing a few feet away, a towel slung over her shoulder and an annoyed look plastered on her face. Her tone was more exasperated than angry, but it was clear she wasn't in the mood to deal with your drama.

Abby let go of your neck abruptly, her jaw still tight as she took a step back. The name Ellie had used —your name— hung in the air between you. It wasn't like you were trying to hide it, but hearing it come from someone else made it real. You hadn't even thought about Abby's name until now, but there it was too: Abby.

The room was quiet except for the hiss of the water. Abby didn't say anything, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before she turned back to her own shower. You stood there, and finished rinsing off without another word.

You both knew each other's names now. And somehow, that made everything feel even more personal.

9 PM

The clang of the cell door echoed behind you as you stepped inside. Same routine as yesterday

remove your shoes, shed the weight of the day, and settle in for the restless hours ahead.

you slid off your pants, leaving yourself in your tank top and panties. you wanted to be comfortable tonight, since comfort was rare here you'd take it where you could.

The lights flickered off, leaving the cell bathed in darkness, save for the faint glow from the hallway.

You barely had time to sit on the edge of your cot before you felt it-two hands grabbing you and slamming you into the cold cement wall. The force of it rattled you, but not enough to faze you.

Abby's strength was undeniable, but you weren't about to cower.

Her hands pinned your arms above your head, her body close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her. Her breath was steady, controlled, but her grip was anything but gentle.

"You need to watch your mouth when you talk to me," she growled, her voice low and full of restrained anger, "or I'll do it for you."

You tilted your head slightly, meeting her eyes through the dim light. Your face was just inches from hers, close enough that you could feel her breath on your skin. But you didn't flinch. Instead, you let a slow, cold smirk curl across your lips.

"Would like to see you try, Abby," you whispered, your tone calm, sharp, and unapologetically defiant. Saying her name like that-sharp and deliberate-felt like pushing a button, and you weren't about to back down.

For a moment, something flickered in her eyes. It wasn't just anger anymore; it was something darker, something that seemed to snap inside her. Her jaw tightened, and you saw the muscles in her arms tense.

Before you could even react, she manhandled you, tossing you onto her bed with enough force to make the mattress creak. You landed awkwardly, your legs dangling off the edge as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

"The fuck is wrong with you, man?" you snapped, your voice sharp and laced with anger. You glared up at her, the fire in your eyes matching the intensity in hers.

Abby stood over you, her chest rising and falling as she loomed like a storm cloud about to break.

Whatever was driving her in that moment, it was wild and unpredictable, and you weren't sure if it was rage or something else entirely. But you weren't about to back down now.

She slid your panties to the side, fingers dipping into your wet folds without warning. You jerked in surprise, a gasp escaping your lips as the cold air hit your exposed skin. Her other hand pressed firmly against your stomach, pinning you down to the bed before you could twist away.

You were shocked, your mind spinning with disbelief

"You like playing with yourself too much," Abby muttered, a smug grin spreading across her face.

Her fingers dragged up, slowly circling your clit with lazy strokes that sent shivers through your body. The slow, deliberate pace was infuriating, her rough fingertips knowing exactly how to get under your skin.

Her grip tightened, keeping you still as she tugged your panties down your legs and tossed them aside.

"I'll kill you," you spat, glaring at her through the dark.

But the words barely left your mouth before she plunged two fingers deep inside you, the sudden intrusion pulling a choked gasp from your throat.

Your walls clenched around her fingers instinctively, the slick sounds of her movements echoing through the cell.

You were about to moan — you could feel it building in your throat — when Abby leaned in and crushed her lips against yours in a heated, brutal kiss. It was angry and rough, a way to shut you up. Her teeth scraped your bottom lip, biting down just enough to sting.

She hated you. God, she hated you. But it didn't stop her.

Abby's fingers curled inside you, sneaking deeper, hitting a spot you couldn't reach yourself. You gasped into her mouth, hips twitching against her hand despite yourself.

"Told you to watch your mouth with me," she breathed, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as her fingers kept moving, relentless in their pace.

"Abby.-" you started, trying to hold on to your composure. "'ll kill you when you're do-"

Your threat was cut short when she pulled her fingers out almost entirely before slamming them back inside, the wet sounds obscene, echoing through the small cell.

Your body jolted at the force, the heat in your core winding tighter and tighter until your stomach clenched.

"Fuck," you whispered, your voice cracking. You hated how desperate you sounded. Hated how close you already were.

Abby smirked against your skin, feeling your walls fluttering around her fingers. Her movements didn't stop, didn't falter, even as your thighs trembled

And then, without warning, you broke. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping your lips as your orgasm hit you hard, wave after wave making your body shudder.

Abby pulled her fingers out, and you gasped at the emptiness, feeling the burn of sensitivity as her digits dragged against your walls.

She brought her fingers to her lips, eyes locked on yours, and licked them clean with deliberate, slow swipes of her tongue.

Without warning, her hand shot out and grabbed your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. Her grip was firm, her thumb pressing against your pulse.

"Next time," she said, her voice low and cold, "I'll make you bleed."

And with that, she released you, leaving you panting, sprawled out on her bed. Your body still trembled from the aftershocks as you sat up slowly, glaring at her.

Abby didn’t say another word. she and climbed onto your bed instead, claiming it for herself without so much as a glance.

You would get her back. You had to. But for now, you stayed put, your breath finally evening out as the cell fell back into silence.

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“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”

abby anderson x masc!reader

pt 3

all the chapters in my masterlist

TW: weed, sex, idk what else

Please don’t mind any grammar mistakes, and please keep in mind that English isn’t my native language. P.S. I’ve never written smut before. Also, I probably won’t correct any mistakes because I’m too lazy to do so.

When the car finally pulls up in front of Abby’s house, You don’t even bother to look at her as you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door, stepping out into the cold night air.

Abby follows you, her presence like a weight behind you, but you don’t turn around. Not yet. You just keep walking toward the front door.

Inside, the house is quiet, too quiet. The faint glow of the kitchen light filters through the dark hallway, casting long shadows on the floor. Abby shuts the door behind you, the sound of it slamming echoing in the otherwise still house.

You glance back at her, your voice low, barely containing your fury. “What the hell is wrong with you, Abby?”

Her eyes narrow at you, the blue in her gaze like ice, hard and cold. “You think I’m the one with a problem?” she spits, her voice sharp as a blade. “You’re the one who started all this bullshit, playing games, running away from me. You kissed me, Y/N, and then you act like I’m the one who’s crazy?”

“Are you seriously blaming me for this?” You throw your hands up in exasperation, stepping closer to her. “You’re the one who can’t make up your damn mind, Abby. You act like you don’t care, like I’m just another person to fuck around with, and then you have the nerve to get mad when I try to protect myself from getting hurt!”

Abby’s nostrils flare as she steps toward you, her breath coming out in short bursts. “Don’t you dare act like you’re some victim in this,”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You recoil, but the anger inside you flares even brighter. “You think you can just tell me what to do, who I can see? Because I’m not yours Abby”

Abby takes a step forward, her chest nearly touching yours now. “You want to keep acting like you don’t care? Like none of this means anything to you? Fine.“

A sharp, tense silence fills the space between you, your breaths coming in quick, uneven gasps. For a moment, neither of you moves, and then, as if an invisible line has been crossed, Abby suddenly shoves you back. You stumble, but catch yourself just before hitting the wall.

“You don’t get to walk away from me, Y/N,” she growls, her voice low and venomous.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you snap, your eyes burning with anger. “You don’t get to treat me like I’m some kind of toy you can play with whenever it suits you. If you don’t want to be with me, then stop pretending like you do. Make up your damn mind.”

The words seem to hang in the air between you, suffocating everything around them. Abby stands there, her chest heaving with anger, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, her phone buzzes loudly on the bedside table across the room.

You both freeze, the buzzing a jarring interruption to the intensity that’s thick in the air. Abby glances at it, then at you, clearly annoyed by the distraction but still unwilling to move.

The phone buzzes again, louder this time, demanding attention.

With a sigh, Abby finally walks over to the bedside table, her movements stiff. She picks up her phone, and when she sees the name flashing on the screen, her expression falters for just a moment. Riley.

A smirk spreads across your face as you catch a glimpse of the name. The shift in Abby’s demeanor doesn’t go unnoticed by you. It’s subtle, but it’s there. A crack in the armor she’s worked so hard to maintain.

Abby’s gaze flickers to you, her eyes narrowing slightly, though she tries to hide it behind a mask of indifference. “What?” she asks, her voice tight, trying to maintain control. But you can see the flicker of annoyance in her eyes, a brief crack in her usually unshakable facade.

You step closer, your voice dripping with playful challenge. “You don’t want her to know that I’m here, do you?”

Abby stiffens, her jaw tightening, but she doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she turns the phone over in her hand, her fingers brushing the screen, but she doesn’t pick up the call.

“It’s nothing,” she mutters, though her voice is strained, as if trying to convince herself more than you.

“Then answer the phone, Abigail,” you say, crossing your arms, a challenging smile tugging at your lips. The playfulness in your voice only adds fuel to the fire of the argument that’s already been burning between you.

Abby’s gaze flickers to you once more, her lips pressing into a thin line. The room is thick with tension as she stares at the phone, her grip tightening.

“No,” she finally says, her voice clipped. “It’s nothing. Just some bullshit I don’t need to deal with right now.”

But you can see through her. You can see the doubt in her eyes, the uncertainty creeping in. Abby isn’t used to feeling vulnerable, and right now, she’s doing everything she can to hide it.

Without waiting for her to say anything else, you walk toward her, closing the distance between you. “Maybe it’s time you stop pretending, Abby. You can’t just shut people out when it gets hard. You can’t keep pretending everything’s fine while you’re stuck in this stupid game you’re playing.”

Abby looks at you, her expression hardening once again. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“I know more than you think,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. “You’re scared, Abby. And I’m tired of being dragged into your mess.”

The air between you is heavy with unspoken words, with the rawness of your emotions crashing against each other. But neither of you speaks. Instead, there’s just a tense, lingering silence, both of you trapped in your own stubbornness.

Then, with a final glance at her phone, Abby walks past you, her back stiff, and heads toward the door. “I’m done with this,” she says, her voice low as she steps out of the room, you're left standing there, feeling the weight of everything that's been left unsaid. The silence presses down on you like a heavy weight, and you're seething, trying to figure out how to process everything that's just happened.

Then you hear it-the unmistakable sound of water running from the bathroom.

She's really doing this? You're still standing here, frustrated and pissed off, and she's in there taking a shower like you're not even in her house.

"Are you fucking taking a shower while we're arguing and you leave me here?" you shout, unable to keep the anger out of your voice.

There's no response.

Just the sound of water splashing against tiles. You feel your frustration building, but Abby clearly isn't interested in engaging right now. You pace the room, your fists clenched, as you try to hold on to the irritation that's growing inside of you. A few minutes later, the water shuts off, and you hear the soft sound of the bathroom door opening.

Then, she appears.

Abby steps into the room, wearing only a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, her skin glistening with the warmth of the shower. You freeze for a second, taken aback by how effortless and stunning she looks. The towel barely covers her, and your eyes automatically drift to her bare shoulders, the curve of her hips, the way the fabric clings just enough to leave nothing to the imagination.

And then, you notice something new. Her hair. For the first time, Abby's hair is down, falling in wet waves around her face. She looks different, more carefree, and it hits you harder than you expected.

You've always loved her hair down-there's something incredibly intimate about it, like she's finally letting her guard down in front of you.

You swallow hard, your mouth dry. "Damn," you mutter, before catching yourself. "I didn't know you looked like this with your hair down."

Abby doesn't miss the way you're looking at her.

She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest in a subtle challenge. "What, you didn't think I could pull it off?"

You shake your head, trying to stay focused. "I don't know what I thought. But right now, l'm more concerned with you leaving me alone in your house after a fight. Are you really just gonna ignore me like this?"

She stands there for a moment, her gaze flickering from your eyes to your body. Then, her expression softens, just a little. "It's late. You're not going anywhere. You can stay here for the night."

You're about to argue, but she cuts you off. "No, I'm not asking. You're staying. Don't make this harder than it needs to be”

You want to protest, but the look in her eyes silences you. Abby isn't giving you an option.

"You can't just make decisions for me," you snap, but she doesn't back down.

"I'm not," she says coolly. "I'm telling you. Now, go take a shower. I left some clean clothes on the bed."

You open your mouth to argue again, but she raises her hand, silencing you. "You've got two choices. Go shower or stand here in your dirty clothes. Up to you."

You huff in frustration, but you know there's no point in fighting her. You make your way to the bathroom, still simmering, but as you step inside and close the door behind you, you can't help but let out a frustrated breath.

After you've showered, you grab the clean clothes Abby left for you-just a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. As you dry off with the towel, you make your way to her bedroom to get dressed, hoping to get some space from the tension that's been hanging between you two all night.

But as you step into her bedroom, you freeze. The towel still around your waist, you feel two hands on your back, fingers sliding down your skin, sending a jolt of shock through you.

"Fuck, Abby, you scared me," you snap, spinning around, heart pounding in your chest.

Abby's standing there, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from her body, her own towel barely clinging to her figure. Her hair is still down, wet strands framing her face as she pulls you into her space. Before you can say anything else, she grabs your face gently with both hands, forcing you to look at her through the mirror.

"Not my fault, princess," she whispers, her voice low, playful, and intense. "You're in my bedroom, wearing only a towel. What makes you think I won't do something about it?"

Your pulse quickens, and you roll your eyes, trying to brush off the tension. "Stop it, I don't even like my body," you say, but the words feel hollow coming out of your mouth.

Abby's expression softens, and before you can say anything else, she grabs you by the shoulders, turning you to face her. She pins you to the bed with surprising strength. "Look at me," she demands, her voice almost a command.

You try to look away, but she holds you there, her fingers lightly brushing your chin to make sure you meet her eyes. "I said look at me," she repeats, her voice softer this time, full of something you can't quite place.

And then she says the words you didn't expect.

"You're gorgeous."

You don't know what to say, the words getting stuck in your throat as she leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. The kiss is slow, tender, as if she's trying to reassure you without saying a word.

Then, she moves down to your neck, her lips grazing your skin with a featherlight touch.

You shiver involuntarily, but Abby doesn't stop.

She trails soft kisses along your neck, sending waves of heat through your body. When she reaches your ear, she whispers, her breath warm against your skin.

"'ll make it up to you. I promise."

Her lips press against your cheek in a gentle kiss, lingering there for just a moment longer than expected. Then, she pulls back, her gaze intense as she steps away from the bed.

"Now get dressed," she says, a playful glint in her eyes. "I want to eat. I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

You step out of the bedroom, feeling the lingering weight of everything still hanging between you and Abby. You find her on the couch, dressed now in her usual loose flannel shirt and some pair of boxers, giving off that masculine aura that always seems to draw your attention. She’s scrolling through her phone, not paying you any mind. The room feels quieter now, the tension thick in the air as you stand there, unsure of how to proceed.

Without saying anything, you walk over to the couch and sit next to her. You feel your heart racing, but you can’t just keep pretending that everything’s fine anymore.

“I’m not really hungry,” you mutter softly, still not looking at her, your voice almost lost in the silence.

Abby glances at you briefly, then shrugs. “I’m not either, but I was going to cook if you were hungry.”

You nod absently, not knowing what to say next, your mind spinning with everything you’ve been holding in. Finally, the words start tumbling out, too fast to stop.

“Abby, you play with people. You have so many girls with you. You can literally call all of them to come over right now, and they’ll be here in the blink of an eye. I don’t want to be one of them.”

As you speak, your throat tightens, and before you can stop it, a tear slips down your cheek. You wipe it away quickly, hoping Abby didn’t notice, but you feel that familiar rush of vulnerability threatening to overwhelm you.

“I’m scared of ending up alone, Abby,” you say, your voice raw, but still trying to hold it together. You don’t want her to see you as weak, to see you as little. You don’t want her to pity you.

But the words are out now, hanging in the space between you two, and you can’t take them back. You try to turn away, but before you can, you feel her hand gently reach for your face, turning you toward her.

Abby’s touch is tender, surprisingly soft, as her thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away the tear you missed. Her hands hold your face gently, making sure you can’t look away. The seriousness in her eyes is undeniable, and for the first time, you see the raw emotion beneath her usually guarded expression.

“Don’t,” she whispers, her voice quiet, but firm. “Don’t hide from me.” She wipes away another tear, her touch almost like she’s trying to erase the hurt that’s been weighing on you for so long.

You refuse to look at her, still fighting to hold your composure, but Abby doesn’t let you pull away. “Look at me,” she says, her tone not demanding, just insistent. “Please.”

Finally, you meet her gaze, the vulnerability in your eyes clear. “I don’t want to be a part of your game. I don’t know how to be with you when I’m so scared of losing myself.”

Abby doesn’t speak at first, her hands still cupping your face as she looks at you intently. Then, with a sigh, she pulls you gently into her arms, holding you tightly against her chest, like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.

“I’m not playing with you,” she murmurs into your hair. “ I don’t want you to feel alone.”

You feel her breath against your skin, the warmth of her body comforting in a way that makes everything else seem to fade, even for just a moment. But the fear is still there, lurking in the back of your mind, and you can’t help but ask the question that’s been haunting you.

“Then why do you have so many other girls, Abby? What makes me different?”

Abby pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, her hand still resting on your cheek. The intensity in her gaze is undeniable, like she’s trying to pull the words from deep inside her.

“ I’m not going to treat you like anyone else. I don’t know how i will make you see that, but I’m going to prove it over and over, if I have to.”

You stay silent, your heart pounding, torn between the need to believe her and the instinct to protect yourself. Every inch of you wants to pull away, to shut it all out before you get hurt. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your breathing and you fall asleep in Abby’s arms, the steady rise and fall of her chest lulling you into a peaceful slumber. Abby, sensing you’re completely out, stays there with you for a while, letting you rest. The comfort of her presence eases the tension in your body, and she doesn’t want to disturb you.

But eventually, as time passes and she realizes you’re not going to wake up soon, Abby carefully shifts, gently moving you so she can get up. She stands and, without much effort, scoops you into her arms, cradling you like a bride. It’s an oddly tender gesture from someone so fierce, but the strength in her arms and the way she holds you makes you feel safe.

Abby walks to her bed, carefully settling you underneath the blankets. Once you’re comfortable, she pulls the covers up to your chin, tucking you in. She stays for a moment, watching over you as you sleep, but soon lies down next to you, her body still close, but not quite touching.

The warmth of her presence keeps you feeling grounded. You stir a little, eventually waking up, and the first thing you notice is the unfamiliar softness of the bed and the fact that you’re no longer on the couch. You blink, confused, and whisper, “How did I end up in your bed?”

Abby’s voice is calm, almost amused, when she answers, “You fell asleep, princess.”

You turn to her side, suddenly feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. Without thinking, you roll toward her and instinctively hug her, pressing your face into her pillow. “I’m sorry”

Abby doesn’t return the hug. She lies there, stiff and unreadable, her breathing steady but distant. The warmth you’d felt earlier is replaced by a wall you can’t quite get through. You pull back slightly, glancing up at her face, but her expression is calm, almost indifferent.

“Go to sleep, princess,” she says, her voice low and cold, with no trace of the softness from earlier.

The words cut through the air, leaving no room for argument. You nod silently, turning away and curling up under the blankets, feeling the weight of the space between you. Abby doesn’t move closer, and the silence stretches long into the night.

You close your eyes, but sleep doesn’t come easily.

2 days later

The kitchen’s quiet, save for the scrape of Abby’s fork against her plate. She’s still in her workout gear, muscles tense like she just got back from beating the crap out of a punching bag. You’re leaning against the counter, watching her as you try to figure out how to say this.

“Ellie’s having a party tomorrow night,” you finally say, keeping your tone casual.

Abby doesn’t even look up. “So?”

“She invited me.”

“Good for her,” Abby mutters, still focused on her plate.

You cross your arms, leaning your weight on one leg. “I was thinking you could come with me.”

That gets her attention. Abby’s fork freezes midair before she sets it down with an exaggerated clink. Her eyes meet yours, and there’s that familiar edge in her gaze—calculated, sharp, and clearly annoyed. “You’re joking.”

“Nope.”

Abby leans back in her chair, arms folding across her chest as she stares at you. “You seriously want me to go to some party organized by the girl who’s been trying to get under my skin since day one?”

“She’s not gonna do anything,” you reply, keeping your voice steady. “It’s just a party.”

Abby laughs—a short, humorless sound. “Yeah, sure.”

“Abby.” Your tone is firm, but she doesn’t budge. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it is. She invited me because we’re friends,” you say, keeping your voice calm but firm. “That’s it. You know where we stand.”

“Do I?” Abby’s eyes narrow, and there’s a heat in her voice now, the kind that warns you to tread carefully.

You meet her glare head-on. “Yeah. You do. Or you should, by now.”

The tension hangs heavy between you, neither of you backing down. Abby finally looks away, running a hand through her hair, her fingers tugging at the blonde strands in frustration. “I’m not going. End of story.”

You let out a slow breath, keeping your tone even. “Fine. Then I’ll go alone.”

Abby’s head snaps up, her eyes narrowing. “What?”

“You heard me,” you say, crossing your arms. “If you’re not coming, I’ll just go by myself. No big deal.”

She stares at you like you just challenged her to a fight.

“I just thought you’d want to be there with me. But if you don’t, fine. Stay home.”

Abby glares at you for another long moment before she finally lets out a low, reluctant sigh. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Thank you,” you reply, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Just don’t start anything.”

Abby rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue further. She picks up her fork and stabs at her food, muttering something under her breath that you don’t quite catch.

You let her have the last word this time. You got what you wanted. For now.

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(abby anderson)

“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”

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“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”

masc!reader x dealer!abby

warnings: using of weed, idk what else

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au: please don't mind any grammar mistakes and please cuz english its not my native language. ps. i never write a smut. also i'll probably won't correct any mistakes cuz i'm too lazy for it

(this story is shitty how can y'all read this 😭)

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It’s been a week since you kissed Abby, and the two of you haven’t talked at all. You’ve tried to ignore her whenever you could, but still, you didn’t want her to notice. For example, every time she replied to one of your Instagram stories, you would ‘respond’ by just liking her messages. You wanted to hang out with your usual friend group, but they got mad at you after seeing you leave with Abby that night. They accused you of being a fake friend, of stealing Abby from them—especially one friend of yours who, as you later found out, had a big crush on Abby since the first time she saw her.

“You can’t do that, Y/N! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re my friend! Why would you do something like that to me?!”

Today, you’re hanging out with some other friends who came into town to see you after you explained what your ex-friends did and what happened with Abby after you left with her. They were shocked. They didn’t know Abby at all, but after you showed them some pictures of her, they just said,

“Y/N, she’s hot and all, but she’s a player. Don’t get attached. Just stay friends with her if you don’t want to cut her off entirely.” After that, they insisted you hang out with them to distract yourself from her.

Now, you and your friends are in a parking lot, vibing to the music blasting from the car speakers, while some other people give you and your group judgmental glances. Your friends are smoking and drinking, screaming their lungs out, singing along to the songs. While you’re laughing at their antics, you notice a girl with black curly hair, long red nails, makeup on, dressed all in black—tight top, tight pants. It’s Julia.

A long time ago, you had a little crush on her because she used to shower you with compliments, was always there for you, and every time you two hung out, it ended in a make-out session. But after you told her you were catching feelings, she started ghosting you, saying she wasn’t ready for a relationship because she had just gotten out of one. You later found out she was lying the whole time, and from that day forward, you started hating her.

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"Hey," she says with that fake, innocent smile.

Fake ugly bitch.

Why does she have to ruin your moment right now?

"Hi," you mutter, not even looking her in the eyes as you sit on the ground.

"It's been a while."

"Yep," you reply, barely caring about what she says.

"Listen," she starts, her hand sliding onto your thigh, caressing it and moving up and down, dangerously close to your pussy.

You're about to push her away when—

"Hey chicas!" Manny calls out.

"Hey, Manny," she smiles, turning her head towards him.

"What are you two up to?"

"Oh, we're just talking and having fun."

"That kind of fun?" he asks with a smirk.

The girl laughs at Manny's joke and then says,

"I wish."

You whip your head to look at her, your expression dead serious and disgusted, silently screaming: Why the fuck would you say that?

"By the way, aren't you Mike's sister?" Manny asks.

"Yeah, how do you know him?" you respond, your voice clipped as you shoot him a serious and irritated look. It's not your fault you come off as mad, but Julia's presence is grating on your nerves right now.

"You know, he gives me things when my best friend can't," Manny says casually.

You roll your eyes, already tired of hearing that same old story. Every time someone says they know your brother, it's always because of the same damn reason-he's a dealer, and you're so over it.

"Okay," you reply, clearly done with the conversation.

"Okay, chicas, I'll leave you two alone now.

See you later," Manny says, heading off.

The second he's far enough away, you round on Julia.

"What the fuck was that? What's your problem?" you snap, roughly pushing her hand away from your thigh.

"Omg, Y/N! I was just joking," she protests.

"No, fuck you. You know what you did to me-treating me like I was your girlfriend, telling me l was yours, making out with me, and then saying you didn't want a relationship. You have serious fucking problems for saying that shit in front of him when I don't even know him. And you say it like it's nothing? Do you even realize how much that hurt me? Are you fucking stupid? Why are you even here anyway?"

You and Julia are in the middle of a heated argument, voices rising as you go back and forth. Your friends are still chilling with the music blasting, completely unaware of the tension between the two of you. Julia’s face is twisted with frustration, but you’re too fed up to care.

Meanwhile, Abby is at home, watching some random movie to pass the time when a notification pops up on her phone:

Manny - 2 new messages.

“Hey, pendeja”

“Wanna hang out when I’m done with some stuff?”

A new notification interrupts:

*NEW MESSAGES*

Manny: Do you know Mike’s sister?

“Isn’t she the girl you told me about? They look similar by your description.”

*image.*

Abby quickly taps on the notifications, her curiosity piqued. The image loads, and her stomach drops. It’s a picture of you and Julia, her hand resting way too high on your thigh. Abby stares at the image for a moment, her jaw tightening.

She replies instantly.

Abby: Where are you?

“In the usual parking lot we hang out at with Owen, Jordan, you know.”

“You still want to hang out?”

“Yeah, I’m picking up the others right now, be at your place in 10.”

“Okay.”

Ten minutes later, Manny pulls up at Abby’s house, and soon they’re walking through the parking lot. Abby’s eyes are scanning the crowd until she spots you, her expression darkening.

Manny heads your way, shouting, “Hey, told you I’d be back so—” He stops mid-sentence when he sees Julia kissing you, her lips pressed against yours as a soft moan escapes her. Abby freezes, her vision tunneling, anger flaring up inside her. Her fists clench as her heart pounds in her chest.

Just then, your friend Micheal calls out from the car, unknowingly saving you from the situation, “Y/N! Wanna try this drink? It’s fire!”

You push Julia away from you, wiping your mouth quickly, and stand up, turning to head toward Martin. But just as you reach for the drink, a hand snatches it away before you can grab it.

“You’re not drinking tonight,” a cold voice says.

You look up to see Abby standing in front of you, her blue eyes burning with barely-contained anger.

“Abby? What are you—“

“Shut your mouth and walk,” she snaps, throwing the drink aside before grabbing your arm. Her grip is firm, leaving no room for argument as she pulls you away from the group, forcing you to walk with her.

Your heart races as you glance back at your friends, then at Julia, but Abby doesn't care. She’s got you now, and there’s no escaping whatever comes next.

"Abby, stop."

"Manny, give me your car keys. I'll be back in a minute."

"Sure," he says, handing Abby the keys without asking any questions.

"Get in the car, Y/N."

"Abby, let me go."

She opens the car door and forces you inside. As she takes the driver's seat, you try to open the door, but she's already locked it.

"Abby, what's wrong with you? Open the fucking door!"

Abby doesn't respond. She starts the engine and speeds out of the parking lot.

"Abby, slow down!"

After twenty minutes of speeding, Abby pulls over in the middle of nowhere-no lights, no houses, just darkness all around.

"Fuck! Abigail!"

She turns on the interior light, and you look at her, scared of what might happen. You don't know if Abby is a violent person or not. Her eyes are filled with fury, and you can see she's seething with anger.

"We need to talk. Now."

"No, we don't."

"Oh yeah? So you think it's okay to ignore me and treat me like l'm a stranger?"

"Wha-"

"Don't play dumb, Y/N, and don't make any excuses. You're not even drunk."

The silence between you two grows heavier.

"Why did you stop talking to me after we kissed?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"What do you mean?"

"Abby, you have a new girl with you every two seconds. You're always having sex or making out with them in a blink of an eye." You sigh before continuing, "I felt-and still feel-like a sex toy to you."

"You're not."

"Yeah, like I can really trust you on that," you say sarcastically, turning your face to the window. "I should've never told you about my feelings. We can't work together."

"Y/N-"

"I fucking hate you, Abby. I hate having feelings for someone who would probably just use me however she likes!" You spit out, facing her again.

"I've told you many times that I don't like how you talk to me. I'm serious, Y/N. Stop."

"Abby, seriously, fuck you."

At that, she grabs your neck, nearly choking you, and pulls you two inches away from her face.

"Oh yeah? Then who is that girl? And why was she kissing you and moaning into your mouth? Why was she almost touching your pussy moments before I showed up?"

After the last sentence, you try to understand how she could have seen that, and then you connect the dots. She’s Manny’s best friend. But how?

“How do you—”

“Manny sent me a picture.”

Fuck you, manny

“It’s none of your business who she is, and I didn’t try anything with her.”

“Then why didn’t you push her away from you?” Abby says, tightening her grip on your neck slightly.

“I was shocked. She caught me by surprise.”

Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she keeps her intense gaze fixed on you, trying to see if you’re lying.

“I was just trying to distract myself from you. Now you’re acting jealous, calling me yours, but are you mine?” you say

“What do you think?”

“You aren’t. I think we both know that, Abigail.”

Just then, your phone starts ringing with a photo of a curly haired woman —Julia — popping up.

Abby recognizes the girl and stares at you, clearly unimpressed by the timing.

“Don’t you even try to answer.”

You ignore her and answer the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Hello? Love?” Julia says, and you remain silent.

Abby looks at you and whispers, “Love? Really?”

“Julia, what do you want?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I saw that girl taking you away from me while we were talking.”

As Julia continues talking, Abby starts giving you hickeys on your neck, causing you to moan intentionally. You’re so focused on the sensations that you stop listening to whatever Julia is saying.

“Are you okay, love?” Julia asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Abby pulls her head away from your neck and grabs your phone from your hand. You try to fight her, but you know Abby is hundred times stronger than you.

“She’s busy right now,” Abby says before hanging up on Julia.

“Abby, what the fuck?”

Abby doesn’t answer. Instead, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, which contains a joint and a lighter.

You know where this is going to end.

Abby leans back in the driver’s seat and brings the joint to her lips, the tip flaring orange in the complete darkness. The only sound is the faint crackle of burning paper and herb as she takes a long drag. Smoke fills the air, swirling around her in lazy spirals, barely visible in the faint moonlight that seeps through the windows. The deep, earthy scent of cannabis mixes with the musty smell of the old car seats, creating an almost comforting atmosphere. Abby exhales slowly, the smoke pouring from her mouth and nostrils, diffusing into the blackness outside. The silence is profound, with no hum of traffic or distant chatter, only the occasional rustle of wind through unseen trees. Her eyes are half-closed, her mind drifting as she stares out into the void, feeling an odd sense of peace in the isolation. She takes another drag, the glow from the joint briefly illuminating her fingers before once again merging with the surrounding darkness.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Abby remains silent.

“Are you really smoking while we’re arguing?”

Still.

“I’m done with your bullshit, Abigail. Let me go.”

As you say this, Abby rests the joint between her lips, freeing both of her hands.

Abby’s hands clutch the car’s armrest. With a sudden, rough motion, she yanks you toward her, forcing you onto her lap. You gasp, startled by Abby’s intensity as your bodies collide in the confined space of Manny’s motionless car. She removes one hand from your waist to grab the joint and exhale the smoke.

“I told you many times to stop calling me by my full name,” she says, gripping your neck and pulling you closer to her face.

“And I told you many times I’m not any of your bitches, Abigail.”

“You’re mine, Y/N.”

“Fuck you.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” she says, closing the distance between you until you’re just two inches apart.

“Too bad you made me mad,” she whispers.

You’re about to respond when her phone starts ringing. The caller ID shows ‘Manny.’

Abby rolls her eyes and throws away her joint as if it’s nothing.

“What do you want?”

“Abby, I need my car. Owen needs to grab something from home.”

“Fine.” She hangs up. Without missing a beat, she turns her head and locks her gaze with yours, her icy blue eyes filled with a silent warning.

“Don’t you even try to go back to her when we’re there again,” Abby says, her voice low but firm, every word laced with intensity.

You meet her stare, unimpressed. “You’re so annoying, Abby.”

With a sigh, you move to open the car door, slipping off Abby’s lap and sliding back into the passenger seat, feeling the shift in the air between you. Abby’s eyes never leave you, even as she shifts back into the driver’s seat, jaw tight, hands resting on the steering wheel, as if bracing for whatever comes next. As soon as you settle back into the passenger seat, Abby shifts the car into gear, her fingers tightening around the wheel. The tension in the air is thick, unspoken words hanging between you as you drive in silence. The dark, winding roads stretch out before you, the headlights cutting through the night, but neither of you says a word. Abby’s eyes flick over to you a few times, but she stays focused on the road. Her jaw is set, frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior. You lean against the window, your breath fogging up the glass slightly, arms crossed as the hum of the engine and the rhythm of the tires on the asphalt become the only sounds. Minutes pass, feeling like hours, until the familiar sight of the compound appears in the distance, its fortified walls and the glow of lights signaling you are back. The tension shifts, replaced by a looming sense of inevitability. The car rolls to a stop near the entrance where Manny and a few others are waiting, standing in the dim light as they speak amongst themselves. Abby kills the engine and sits there for a moment, staring straight ahead. “We’re here,” she mutters, her tone curt. You shoot her a sidelong glance but don’t say anything. You push open the door and step out, the cool night air hitting your skin as you stretch, shaking off the weight of the car ride. Manny notices you and gives a short wave, walking over with a grin on his face.

"Hey, took you guys long enough," he jokes, but he quickly notices the tension radiating from you and Abby.

Abby climbs out of the driver's seat, standing tall as she slams the door shut. Her eyes briefly meet yours, but she quickly turns to Manny. “We had some things to discuss about.” she says, her voice flat.

Manny raises a brow, sensing the atmosphere between you, but doesn’t press it. “Well, glad you're back. i’ll take owen at home home, we’ll be back in 10.”

After Manny finishes talking, you move to walk back to your friends when you feel pressure on your waist. It's Abby, her large, veiny hands gripping you firmly. She leans in, her voice low and steady.

"I'm coming with you."

"No, leave me alone," you reply, trying to pull away.

"Calm down, princess. I haven't even started with you yet," she whispers into your ear, smirking. Then, without warning, she presses a kiss against your neck, and it makes you freeze in place.

Abby lets you go, but she stays close, walking beside you with that familiar intensity. From a distance, one of your friends notices Abby’s presence and immediately makes her way over. Without hesitation, she grabs your arm, pulling you away from the tension. Abby lets you go, her hand sliding off your waist as she begins walking next to you, her presence still heavy in the air.

"Come hereeee" she says, her voice light and carefree as she leads you toward the others. The music from the speakers pulses through the empty parking lot, and soon enough, you’re moving to the beat, your friend helping you shake off the tension as Abby watches from the sidelines, her gaze never leaving you. As the beat of the next song thumps through the speakers, your friend throws her head back, laughing. She leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder, her laughter light and carefree.

“Oh my god, I’ve never had this much fun in so long,” she says, still giggling, her words slurring from all the excitement. You feel her happiness infectiously sinking in.

Abby Standing off to the side, arms crossed, her jaw clenched tight, she watches you with a growing intensity. The sight of you laughing, vibing, and lost in the moment with your friend pushes her to the edge. Her patience snaps, and she starts walking toward you, the determination in her stride cutting through the music. You can feel the weight of her presence approaching, the air around you thickening.

She's had enough.

When Abby reaches you, her large hand grips your arm—not harshly, but firm enough that you feel the seriousness behind it.

“We’re done here,” Abby says, her voice low and commanding. There’s a tension in her words that sends a chill down your spine. She’s barely keeping it together. Abby isn’t going to wait for an answer, and before you can think too hard about it, she’s pulling you away from the music, away from the carefree vibe, and into the shadowy edges of the parking lot. You open your mouth to protest, the frustration bubbling up inside you, but before you can say a word, Abby steps in close, towering over you, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of control and desire.

“Not even a word,” she interrupts, her voice low and unwavering. Her smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just wait till we get home,” she adds, her tone dripping with a promise that makes your pulse quicken. It’s the kind of tone that says it all:

I’m going to make you regret that.

You stand there, frozen, caught between defiance and the undeniable pull Abby has over you. your friends’s voice a distant hum as Abby’s presence overtakes everything. There’s no escape from the intensity in her eyes, and you know whatever is waiting for you at home is going to be something you won’t forget easily. After a moment of tense silence between you and Abby, Manny walks back over, catching sight of the two of you standing close, the tension still thick in the air. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything at first, sensing the shift.

“Oye chicas, you guys good?” he asks with a playful smile, his voice casual, but there’s a knowing edge to it. Manny has been around Abby long enough to pick up on her moods, and right now, he’s smart enough to stay out of it.

Abby barely glances his way, her hand still lingering on your arm. “Can you take us to my place?” she asks, her voice steady, but there’s no mistaking the undertone of command. It’s not really a request, and Manny knows it. He looks between the two of you, his gaze lingering on Abby for a beat longer. He doesn’t ask why or what’s going on—he doesn’t need to. Manny knows Abby better than almost anyone, and he can tell exactly what kind of mood she’s in.

“Sí, claro,” he says with a nod, keeping it simple. He doesn’t pry, doesn’t ask the questions swirling in his mind. After all, Abby is his best friend, and if there’s one thing he’s learned over the years, it’s when to mind his own business. You steal a glance at Abby, her smirk still lingering, and your stomach tightens with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Manny leads the way to the car, and you can feel Abby’s gaze burning into you the whole time. Whatever’s coming, you’re not going to be able to avoid it. You slide into the backseat with Abby beside you, the car ride feeling heavier than it should. Manny stays quiet up front, the silence only broken by the low rumble of the engine as he drives, and you’re left wondering what’s going to happen when you finally get to Abby’s place.

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who knows what is going to happen next👀

[look-me]

“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”

masc!reader x dealer!abby

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warnings: fingering, using of weed, semi-public sex, r!receiving, idk what else lol

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au: a/u:please don’t mind any grammar mistakes and please cuz english its not my native language. ps. i never write a smut. also i’ll probably won’t correct any mistakes cuz i’m too lazy for it😭 (edit. omg this is shitty how can y’all read this😭)

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Smoking together with abby means: she smokes and you drink some beer because she knows you don't smoke.

You met her a long time ago when some friends of yours were too embarrassed to ask her for weed, so they sent you instead.

At first, you hated Abby because everyone always said "she's hot," "I want to have sex with her," etc. You thought people were exaggerating about her until you saw her for the first time.

Your friends were damn right.

She was a goddess: masculine, tall, muscular, dark blonde hair braided in a fishtail, pale freckled skin, and blue eyes.

Everything you liked together. Let's just say the truth. You got a crush on her immediately.

You loved masculine women more than your life, but we all know that masc4masc women are almost impossible. You tried to be more feminine once, but it made you uncomfortable, and you knew that being masculine wouldn’t make you attractive to other mascs, so you got used to having a crush on a masc but then letting your eyes get off of her immediately because it was useless.

{ "Like for real, can't you go and ask her yourself?"

"ARE YOU CRAZY? ARE YOU ASKING ME TO GO TALK TO ABBY FUCKING ANDERSON?!" you turn your head to your other friend.

"Ash, come on, please..."

"Don't look at me, I like her too."

Fuck...

You had no other choice but to talk to Abby.

You were behind a tall guy, so you couldn't see Abby at all. The moment the guy in front of you got away, freeing your view, you melted inside.

"Hey, can I have some of your good stuff?" Abby stared at you for a bit, thinking you were just playing around with her.

"So? Are we going to be here all night, or are you going to give me some of your shit so I can leave?"

"You don't look like a girl who smokes."

"Just give me the fucking weed, man."

"Watch your mouth, princess," she said, smirking all the time while talking to you.

Princess?

Just when you were about to say something back, you got a call.

"No, I haven't taken it yet. I'll be back in a second."

Abby watched you, a bit confused, but she was understanding something.

"My friends were too embarrassed to come get it themselves, and they're also in a hurry. Can you just give me the weed and let me go?"

Bingo, she was right.

You gave her the money, and she finally gave it to you.

"Told you, you don't look like a girl who smokes."

"I don't want to be drug-obsessed like my fucking father." you say nonchalant

From that phrase, her smirk disappeared, and everything changed from Abby's perspective. You went back to your friends, and you guys hung out for a bit. After your friends got tired of walking, you sat down at some typical stairs with them, where they could smoke with no problems.While you were chatting with them, you saw a familiar woman walking towards your direction, Abby.You didn't care that much because those stairs were full of people smoking, drinking, or just chilling out. Your friends quietly freaked out when they saw her but without being noticeable. At first, you thought she knew someone in all this mess until your friends noticed her coming literally towards your direction.

"Hey princess, can you come here for a second?" she said with that fucking smirk.

You swore to God you wanted to rip it off her face.

You hesitated for a few seconds and then went down the stairs to reach her. She walked up to you, breaking the little space you had created between you two, and you were a few inches away from her.

"What do you want? If it's about the money, don't even try to argue with me. The money wasn't mine, and it wasn't any of my business, so you can go argue with my frien—"

"Shut up." You froze at this phrase and were getting ready for anything that could happen.

"Just wanted your number in case you want other things from me."

"I told you already, I don't smoke. If you want, I can give you one of my friend's numbers."

"You came reaching for me, not them."

You turned your head back to look at your friend and then back at Abby.

"Listen, Abby, each one of my friends right there has a crush on you. If I give you my number, they will get mad at me and think I'm trying to have something with you, trying to make them jealo—"

"Well, fuck them then." Abby put her arm behind your back, pushing you a little to make you walk with her until you were right next to her.

"What are you doing?"

"Relax."

"I hate you." She laughed at your sentence.

While you two walked away, Abby started a conversation with you, and you guys talked almost all night. When you had to leave, she insisted on having your number, saying she didn't care about your friends.

Since that day, you two enjoyed your time together more.

Funny, right?

Back to the present

There was a quiet silence between you two until...

"What's up with you?" Abby said, turning her head to look at you.

"Huh?"

"You're quiet today, something you barely are."

"It's nothing," you said, taking a small sip of your beer without looking at her.

"You're lying"

"I'm not, Abigail."

At that name, she turned to you, placed her hand on your shoulder, and pushed you a little. "Don't put the mean masc on me right now. You know you're not."

You rolled your eyes in response.

"Tell me what's going on, princess."

Princess.

A stupid nickname she gave you for playing around and not the way you wished she used it for you.

"I just... like a girl who doesn't like me back." At this phrase, Abby removed her back from the wall you two were sitting against and sat in front of you.

"And why doesn't this bitch"

"Don't call her that, Abby"

"Fine, fine," she said in an annoying tone while she carried her joint close to her lips and held it in, letting a puff of gray smoke out.

"She's just not into me."

"Don't lie to me. I know there's more."

"Oh my God, Abby."

"What? Can't I know why this bitch doesn't want you?" She kept her serious and attractive tone all the time. Why does she have to do that?

"Abby."

"Come on, Y/N."

"She's not into mascs, so I'm not her type at all. Caring and shit. She won't ever see me like that."

"It's not that big of a deal then"

"It is for me."

"Let me guess, she's a masc too."

"Yeah."

"You'll find someone else who's better than her."

"See, that's why I can't talk with you."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Abby, you never had a serious relationship. You've never been really in love. You literally flirt with 100 women every hour."

"That doesn't mean I can't give you my advice."

"Yeah, easy for you to say that. You can have every girl you want, and they will come to you with no second thoughts."

"What does it have to do with me, Y/N?" she said with her typical tone, even if irritated.

"Nothing, you don't understand," you said, looking away from her and taking another sip of your beer.

"Then what's the problem?"

"None, let's just forget about this."

"Now you tell me."

"I said, there's no problem."

"You know I'm not some of your stupid friends. Think about how you treat me," she said like she was about to kill you, but you ignored her completely.

"I'm talking to you," she said, grabbing your face with one of her veiny hands to face her.

"The problem is she's right in front of me," you said without noticing, irritated by the action she just did, removing her hand from your face brutally.

Oh fuck.

"What did you say?"

"I didn't mean it, I'm just mad." You didn't look at her, but with the corner of your eye, you saw a smirk appearing on her face.

"Abby, I'm drunk now. You can't take what I say seriously."

"A drunk person doesn't know she's drunk."

"Can you shut the fuck up?" After your sentence, Abby grabbed you by the neck and pulled you towards her face. You could literally see all her little freckles that you can't normally see.

"How many times do I have to tell you to watch your mouth, princess?"

"Abby, let me go. You're high," you said, trying to let go of her hand by trying to stand up but failing and falling on her lap.

"I can handle all of this more than you," she said, wrapping her hands around your waist.

"Abby, don't do things you're going to regret later."

"I'm not going to."

"Abby, seriously, I'm not any of your bitches. Don't fucking play with me."

"Watch your attitude with me, Y/N," she whispered, then slowly kissed your lips. Your mind started spinning so fast, and your heart was about to explode. One of her hands moved from your waist and slid into your pants. Her fingers made a connection with your clothed pussy.Slowly, her finger ran up your slit through your panties.

"Abby.."

"I'm right here, princess," she said as she applied more pressure, causing you to whimper, your hips bucking into her finger that wouldn't stop running through your slit. "Tell me, baby, who told you I wasn't into you, huh?" she said with a smirk plastered on her face. You didn't respond, too shocked by the situation. "Look at me." You hid yourself even more in her neck, too afraid of what could happen. "Y/N, I said look at me." You moved your head from her neck to face her. Those blue eyes were eating you alive.

"You're such a good girl." Abby pushed your panties to the side, and you moaned instantly, your body jerking as she slipped a finger inside you. "Look at you, so sweet and caring, kinda turns me on," she said, adding another finger into you while giving you hickeys on your exposed neck. All of this was unbelievable to you, so without caring too much, you started riding on her fingers. Her lips sucking on your neck, her fingers going in and out of your pussy, it was too much pleasure that you came right after hearing Abby moan in satisfaction.

"Fuck... Abby," you said, trying to catch your breath again, resting your head on her neck while she removed her hand from your panties and licked her fingers from your juices. You took a few seconds to realize what happened, and when you did, you tried to get away from Abby's grip, hoping you could run away and never see her again so you could drown your feelings for her, until you felt a pressure keeping you down.

"Where are you going, princess? You're stuck with me now," she said while her hands made their way under your shirt, caressing your back.

"I don't believe you, Abigail."

"Call me that name again, and I'Il find a way to shut this little pretty mouth of yours."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Don't worry, I'll show you who you belong to."

"Fuck you," you said, not looking at her.

You knew she probably just used you as her sex toy, so you tried your best not to fuck her off and run away.

Part 2?😭

[look-me]

hey loves, i have a few requests for all the tlou writers here (love y’all so baaad) and i wish you guys can make my wishes come true😭 (please don’t judge my english, it’s not my first language)

i need more lawyer!abby, rockstar!abby, masc (fem) reader x abby, dealer!abby, dbf!abby, basketball player!abby, toxic!abby, bsf!abby. PLEEEASE

okay so, what about the couch scene (ellie&dina) but is abby and reader?.

abby x reader inspired by “LUNCH” by billie eilish

last thing (for now) do y’all know the new billie’s song ‘THE DINER’? ( for the ones who don’t know, ‘The Diner' is from the perspective of a stalker. BUT PLEASE listen to the song before writing about it🙏🏻) what if its an abby x reader?. (abby is the stalker in this case) the reason i’m craving this is cuz i have these lyrics from the song in my head since the day it came out:

“Bet I could change your life

You could be my wife

Could get into a fight

I'll say you're right

And you'll kiss me goodnight

I waited on the corner 'til I saw the sitter leave

Was easy getting over and I landed on my feet

I came in through the kitchen lookin' for something to eat

I left a calling card so they would know that it was me”

and

“While I'm away, don't read my mail (don't read my mail)

Just bring a veil (just bring a veil)

And come visit me in jail (visit me in jail)

I'll go back to the diner

I'll write another letter (I'll write another letter)

I hope you'll read it this time

You better

The cops around the corner stopped me when I tried to leave

They told me I was crazy and they knocked me off my feet (they told me I was crazy)

They came in through the kitchen lookin' for something discrete

I left a calling card so they would know that it was me

I memorized your number, now I call you when I please

I tried to end it all, but now I'm back up on my feet

I saw you in the car with someone else and couldn't sleep

If somethin' happens to him (in this case her) , you can bet that it was me”

call me crazy but when i think about these with abby it turns me on so baaad😭

(if you want u can do it also with ellie even if i’m craving all of this with abby)

if any of u do any of these tag me

mwah, love u all

[look-me]

i think as cis people y’all should not be writing trans ellie… it’s weird. it’s really weird.

[look-me]

me fr (i’m a masc and i play tlou)

#thelastofus