#abby x fem reader

[k1ngpin42]

Santa Barbra Abby, any version of Abby in general makes me go absolutely feral. When people ask why I like Santa barbra sm, this is why.

umm....the holster around her thigh??? Literally crush me with it, like I remember seeing Abby choke that Seraphite who strung Abby and Yara up between her thighs and I thought to myself, that wouldn't be a bad way to die.

Her fingers ahhhhh.

Hopefully this brings some of my Abby fans back haha. Might post some Abby headcannons if yk yk ;)

[caraphernellie]

for my cute anon who asked for loser!abby <33333 here's a drabble !!

cw: thigh riding, loser loser loser!abby, shy!abby, reader is described as shy at one point as well. idk how to feel about this it's more cute than horny..

໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა 18+ smut !! minors do not interact pls .

imagine riding loser!abby’s thigh. she’s shy, and oh, it worsens in your presence. abby can speak her mind, albeit quietly, where she isn’t in the way of anyone. hilarious, when she has the physique to destroy anyone who disagrees with her.

but she’s enamoured with you. there’s nothing she wants more than for you to like her. she’s never had a partner before, and she never even thought she’d get here, to be honest. she felt like it would never happen, considering your own shyness clashes with her inability to make a move. oh, but it’s happening. and isn’t she glad…

she’s attempting to act with bemused, thought-through conduct, however her pent-up lust is taking over. she’s fervent, determined not to leave an inch of your body neglected or untouched. her dream girl riding her thigh, how could abby hold back from groping, squeezing, pinching? as words fail her, she makes silent praise to whatever force above sculpted you with such a body. she’s desperately praising fate for allowing her to end up here.

she’s overwhelmed. the pink on her cheeks is cute as a pansy. pansy, because she’s fucking scared. scared of saying the wrong thing, being a turn-off. she’s stuttering. making a mess of herself, just as you are with your cunt dragging on her thigh in sloppy movements.

taking handfuls of your tits, abby palms them, rubs her thumbs over your nipples just to see you shiver, to ignore her own trembling. 

“yeah, shit baby, i- need you to cum,” abby whispers. she tried to speak louder, but failed to reach a volume you don’t have to strain your ears to hear. “please. please. god. babe... i got the most perfect girl all to myself, i need you to–”

stars form in her eyes the second you whine her name. you practically fall into her, and abby’s muscled arms wrap around you, hands squeezing your hips. “no no, got you, i got you.”

now guiding your movements, abby fixates on the arching of your back, the way that she’s got you whorish and unkempt– a far cry from your overall put-togetherness. 

“abs, oh, abby, i’m gonna–”

abby can’t focus, pulling you closer to her, feeling your ragged breath hot against her ear. mewls and whines that send shocks through her, and she ends up speaking with her pussy rather than brain.

she begs for you to cum.

“please.”

[maiiruo]

abby anderson secretly loved when you got all dominant. she was desperate, carnal to make you feel so, so good.

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა⋆｡°✩ abby was so rarely submissive. she rarely let you dom her and, when she did, she would act all stubborn when you finished—as if she wasn’t the one begging to be fucked like, 5 minutes ago.

this time, you wanted to surprise her. knowing abby, she would act like she wasn’t enjoying it, only giving in once you slowly broke her and brought her to her limit. she done it to herself, really. she had just come back from patrol, putting on her big girl front as if you couldn’t tell she probably, no, definitely overworked herself again. as usual. “i’m fine! you think a few runners could shake me?” you were watching her chest rise and fall, up..down..up..down. she was trying so hard not to show how out of breath she was. “abby…you can tell me if it was a lot, you know that?” “course i do! come on, don’t worry about me. i wanna worry about you.”

she snaked her hands around your waist, so much bigger than yours that you were always surprised at how perfectly she fit against you. her arms tensed, veins lightly showing as she held your thighs to lift you, taking you both to your room with ease. you played along, moaning through kisses, telling her how much you wanted her. although you wanted to tease her, the temptation to give in was so, so strong.

eventually, you told her you wanted to ride her. nothing more, nothing less. “my pretty girl wants to ride me? sure, if your thighs don’t give out.” her pretty smile mocked you—she didn’t think you could do it. typical.

she already had her strap, laying on her back with that stupid smirk on her face. if stupid meant unbelievably hot you were dripping down your thighs, then yeah, she looked so fucking stupid. grabbing the rope from the drawer, you tied her arms together as tight as you could and gave her simple instructions. “you can’t touch me unless i say so.” her eyes widened, “fuck…are you trying to dom me again? god no, baby please not today. i just wanna fuck you, please?” she said “trying” as if you hadn’t done it before. she was in denial and it showed, so, so clearly.

it was your turn to use that stupid smile she always weaponised against you, giggling as you sat on her stomach and her ‘stupid smile’ turned into an extremely pissed scowl. you teased her nipples on top of her vest, using her sensitivity to your advantage. “f-fuck baby, come on. i can’t do this again.” you acted like you couldn’t hear her, still fixated on how her nipples perked up under the fabric, friction making her back arch so slightly. it was funny, really. the way you being gentle made her so frustrated. if you treated her the way she did you, you’re convinced she might genuinely die.

finally, you lifted her vest to get a look at her pretty nipples, all swollen and so much more sensitive than they were before. the cold nipped her skin, warmth only enclosing her once your lips latched around her. “shit…you wanted to s-see my boobs that bad?” she was still trying to uphold her little facade as if you couldn’t see her eyes flittering everytime you touched her.

“baby. i’m done, p-please let me fuck you. god i can’t do this.” she always did this. saying she ‘can’t do this’ before you even started doing anything. “you’ll be fine, abby. i’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

after abby waited “so long”, her words, you moved yourself off of her stomach to straddle her thighs, placing kisses on her red cheeks despite her still trying to look mean. she couldn’t intimidate you when she was the one tied up, completely vulnerable for you. “you wanna fuck me? you have to beg for it.” you’re sure she knew that yet her pride was still overbearing. “fuck no. i don’t know what you’re on for you to even think of me begging.”

as you said, she did it to herself. her pride was higher than anyone you’d ever seen, saying she needed to fuck you yet her pride was this strong? textbook insanity, probably.

apparently, you didn’t make her desperate enough for her to beg which seemed close to a crime in abby’s eyes. you put one of your hands behind her to rest on her leg, leaving your cunt exposed right in front of her face, letting her see how good it would feel to have your slick all over her cock. “oh this is fucking low.” she knew what you were doing and she hated it, struggling to undo herself of the binds you forced her into. you pushed your fingers between her pretty lips before slipping them through the folds of your pussy and exaggerating your whimpers to let her know what she was missing, what her pride was forcing her to miss out on.

“god fine i’ll beg, just—please. baby i need you, please let me fuck you—i’m sorry, i was stubborn but i promise i’ll be good. please ride me, i’ll do anything.” butterflies swarmed your stomach hearing abby beg so desperately. it had an effect no one else could even come close to replicating. still trying to uphold your dominance, you slowly slid down onto her cock while maintaining eye contact with abby—poor girl was more flustered than ever, she didn’t know what to do with herself. “you gonna call me mommy?” you teased her, half sure that she would use the last of her energy to call you insane for even asking. “uh-huh—t-thank you mommy, you’re so perfect…fuck—wanna touch you so bad, please m-mommy.” her eyes glossed over and her hips bucked ever so slightly, still fighting the ropes you tied her with.

the friction from her strap grazed her clit so gently, more than enough for her to completely lose it. her voice became so much louder than yours, whimpers that filled the room and her embarrassment no longer mattered. “m-mommy i wanna make you cum, please cum for me i’ll be good, i promise. i know i was lying—i won’t do it again, p-please i’m sorry.”

“baby— mommy, i’m sorry. please don’t stop, i won’t do it again.” she was so close to tears all because you stopped, her desperation taking complete control of her senses. of course it was only a strap but she could’ve sworn she could feel you around her cock. you carried on making yourself feel good, using her for your benefit and keeping the same speed you were at before.

“y-you want mommy to cum for you?” you were breathless, thighs aching from how hard you were fucking yourself. you’d never tell her that—she’d never let you live it down. “uh-huh, mhm please cum for me, i wanna cum with you mommy, please let me cum.” your voices revelled in each other, satisfaction filling the thick air that was filled with your sexes and your sweetness leaving a ring around the base of her cock. you slipped your middle and ring finger into your cunt one last time before making abby “open up.”, making her whimper as her tongue indulged in how fucking good you tasted.

you gently untied abby’s ropes before laying on her chest, kissing her nose and explaining how proud you were, how good she was for you. the embarrassment came flooding back through her head, hands flying to her face as her brain replayed the sounds she made, the things she said. “god i am never letting you do that again.” you gave her your famous sure you won’t look that made her double over, talking under her breath as if you both weren’t pressed up against each other. “maybe sometimes, or whatever.”

don’t steal, translate or repost my work

©maiiruo

[serevena]

Ellie and Abby Porn Links Part Two!

a.n - You guys really liked the first one, so here’s a part two! Thank you for all the love. <3

Warnings - Twitter links! NSFW content, MDNI.

Riding Ellie’s thigh through her pants.

Riding Ellie’s rainbow strap.

Making out with Ellie with her hands on your hips.

Grinding on Ellie.

Shower sex with Ellie.

Ellie humping your ass.

Ellie/Abby playing with your ass and rubbing your clit.

Ellie/Abby licking and sucking your tit.

Ellie/Abby fucking you with a strap.

Ellie/Abby fingering you.

Ellie/Abby fucking you from behind and smacking your ass.

Ellie/Abby fingering you, then sucking her fingers.

Ellie/Abby fucking you with a strap.

Ellie/Abby fingering you while driving.

Scissoring with Ellie/Abby.

Abby fucking you with a strap while you’re blindfolded.

Abby fucking you with a strap.

Grinding with Abby.

Abby fingering you.

Abby hitting it from the back.

[purplegrapevines]

Good Little Slut

Pairing: dom!Abby x dom!Ellie x fem!sub!reader

Content: double penetration in the same hole, free use, dacryphilia, gagging, bondage, face slapping, spanking, nipple clamps, clit clamp, fingering, manhandling

Word count: 1.9k

Notes: They have an established and consensual dynamic. Despite it not being discussed, they do have a safeword/gesture and reader can stop whenever she wants.

You're such a good bitch for Abby and Ellie. Whenever they need to blow off some steam, you're right there for them to use and abuse. But ever since your agreement, it's never happened that both Abby and Ellie need you at the same time.

Until tonight.

Ellie stomps in the house with a scowl on her face as she kicks her shoes off and throws her jacket on the couch. Fuck, she looks angry.

You walk up to her and place your hand on her forearm to calm her down before she takes out all that anger on you.

But it doesn't work.

Ellie grabs your wrist and pulls you into the bedroom, shoving you onto the bed. You don't get a second to recover from her sudden action before she grabs your hair and brings your head up, kissing you passionately.

"You're gonna get fucked up tonight," Ellie warns. You moan at the thought, only adding fuel to the fire.

All of a sudden the bedroom door flings open with so much force that it smashes against the wall.

You lift yourself up on your elbows to see who it is.

It's Abby, and she does not look happy either.

"Abby? What's wrong?" you ask, almost sounding innocent despite the excitement bubbling up in your stomach. Abby totally ignores you as she turn her head to Ellie.

"She's mine tonight," Abby tells her.

"No she isn't. I got here first," Ellie responds as she continues to make out with you. You feel a harsh tug on your hair that pulls you out of your kiss with Ellie.

"Fine," Abby says begrudgingly, "I guess we'll have to share her then."

Ellie opens her mouth to object to the idea, but then she realizes that you getting used by the both of them might be fun. She gets off you and walks over to the drawers.

"Both of us at once, huh? And this little slut isn't even against it, are you?" Ellie asks you while taking out a giant box. You shake your head and watch as she takes some toys out of the box.

Abby grabs your hair again, and scowls in your ear, "Words."

"No, your little slut is not against it," you say. Abby smirks at your response.

Ellie throws a few ropes on the bed.

"Both of us at once, I think we gotta tie her to the bed first," Ellie says, "or she might try to get away after she finds out what we're gonna do to her." She smiles at you, and you feel butterflies in your stomach in anticipation.

"What are you going to do?" you ask. They ignore you.

"Strip," Abby demands. You obey and remove your shirt, bra, and pants.

You blush as they see the arousal coating your underwear. They both look like they're about to burst at the sight.

"Stop fucking teasing," Ellie warns. But Abby gives you no warning as she reaches out and rips the underwear right off your body. You whimper at her strength.

"Fuck, you already made the bed wet," Abby says, her heavy breathing apparent. You look down and see the wet spot you've already created on the bedsheet. Your face becomes hot.

She grabs your wrists roughly and ties them together and to the bedpost with a rope. At the same time, Ellie brings your ankle above your head and ties it next to your wrists. She does the same with your other leg.

After they're done, they both look at you and your body with hunger in their eyes. You whimper at the exposed and embarrassing position you're in.

"W-what are you gonna do?" you ask again as they both adjust strapons to their waist. This time, Abby answers you.

"We're gonna let all our anger out on you," she says. Before you can respond, Ellie shoves two fingers deep in your pussy, making you scream from the stretch.

Ellie immediately starts to move her fingers; thrusting in and out and spreading them apart to stretch you out. You drop your head on the pillow under you and whimper.

"No," you hear Abby say. She grabs the back of your hair and forces you to look straight.

"Look at what Ellie's doing to you. Look at your pussy taking her fingers so well." You obey, but you feel embarrassed looking at that sight.

Ellie adds another finger. The stretch is a lot, but you can take it. You've had enough experience with them.

Abby stays standing by your head, still tugging up on your hair. She uses her other hand to attach nipple clamps on you, and you whimper in pain. The clamps on your nipple with the added stretch of Ellie's fingers was already intense.

"Clamp," Ellie says, glancing up at Abby. Clamp? But your nipples were already clamped...

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your clit. Oh fuck.

"Ah! Please not there! Take it off!" you scream. Abby slaps you across the face.

"Shut up," she tells you, "And don't you dare tell us what to do."

"Sorry," you whimper. It hurts so bad, but you just want to be a good toy for Abby and Ellie.

Ellie starts to add a fourth finger. As a reflex, your legs try to close shut, but the ropes spreading your legs apart stop you. The stretch makes your brain foggy but it feels so good.

"She should be ready now," Ellie states. You gulp, not knowing what you should be ready for.

Ellie places her knees on either side of your lifted ass and aligns her strap with your hole. She leans forward to make space for Abby following behind her.

Ellie suddenly pushes it in, all at once. You moan loudly. Her strap is big, but since your pussy was already stretched from her fingers, it doesn't hurt too much. After a couple seconds, you feel another cockhead push against your hole. Fuck.

"W-wait, please, not in the same hole-" Ellie rolls her eyes as she takes your underwear from the bed and stuffs it into your mouth.

"Does this bitch ever shut up," Ellie groans as she stops thrusting for a few seconds. You feel Abby's strap slide inside your pussy. You scream and wail in pain.

Once Abby's all the way in as well, tears are streaming down your face.

"It hurts!" you scream, but your words are mumbled because of your underwear gagging you. They don't give you much time to recover before they start to fuck you again. Ellie reaches down to play with the clamp on your clit, making it hurt more.

"Don't cum without permission," Abby says.

You sob. The pain from the stretch has barely even faded away yet. The tugging and pinching on your clit just hurts so bad.

But you like it that way, and they know you do.

After a few minutes of their relentless thrusting, you feel your orgasm approaching.

Desperate, you try to ask for permission to cum through the gag.

"Hm? What's she saying?" Ellie asks Abby mockingly.

"I dunno... can't really understand her," Abby responds.

They knew, though. They were just trying to mess with you. But you were desperate and about to cum anytime. You tried to tell them to stop because you didn't want to cum without permission.

They ignore you and keep fucking your pussy. Suddenly, your orgasm jolts through your body and you cum.

Abby and Ellie look pissed as they pull their strapons out. Ellie yanks the gag out of your mouth. You cough for a couple seconds before you speak up.

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, I tried to hold it, but it was too much, I'm really sorry!" you rant, begging for their forgiveness.

Abby scoffs and slaps you across the face.

"Stupid toy. You had one instruction and you couldn't do it?" You cry and apologize again.

Ellie grabs the clamp on your clit and squeezes it harder. You wail.

"We gotta teach this bitch a lesson," Abby says. She already has a riding crop in her hand. Tears drip down your face in fear as you try to beg them to spare you, but the lump in your throat makes it hard to get the words out.

"God, I love seeing her cry like that," Ellie says. Abby stands at the edge of the bed, right in front of your pussy.

"Gonna punish this pussy," Abby says. Your legs shake and you whimper, shaking your head. Ellie laughs in amusement as she tugs on your nipple clamps. Hard.

"Ahh! Please, I'm begging, I can't! I'm begging, please not there, please don't hit it there, especially not with the clamp!" you cry.

Abby disregards your pleas as she brings the crop down- right on your red, throbbing hole. You scream.

"No more! No more!" you yell but to no avail. Abby brings it down again, this time painfully jostling the clamp on your clit.

Ellie continues to play with your nipple clamps, pinching it down harder.

"Ah! I can't! I can't! Please no more!" you beg. Abby rolls her eyes and brings the crop down on your pussy, again and again and again.

Just like Abby had warned you, they let all their anger out on you. And all you can do is just scream and take it like a good slut.

By the end of it, dried tears coat your cheeks and you're hyperventilating. Ellie runs her hand down your thigh to soothe you and Abby undoes your bonds. You whimper as you relax and your breathing slows.

"I'm gonna take your clamps off, okay?" Ellie says. You shake your head, lip quivering. It's gonna hurt.

"You'll be okay," Abby says, stroking your hair gently.

Ellie opens up the clamp and takes it off your nipple, making you yell and squirm. Abby continues to comfort you as Ellie does the other one.

Ellie reaches down to you clit and you quickly shut your legs. Especially after all her toying with the clamp, it was going to hurt like hell.

"No, please, Ellie-"

"Baby, I have to take it off," Ellie says. She lifts up one of your legs to gain access to your pussy. You're too tired and worn out to fight back.

As gently as she can, she opens up the clamp and sets it to the side. You scream and cry and try to close your legs as a reflex. However, Ellie holds it open and presses her palm against your clit to soothe the pain. It hurts for a bit, but it starts to feel better.

Abby coos as you and lifts your chin to look up at her.

"Good little slut."

Slowly, the pain starts to fade away. However, your pussy is still sore from all that stretching.

As if she could read your mind, Ellie asks, "Does it hurt?"

You nod, "Just a bit."

"Aw. You did so good, baby," Ellie hums. She leans down to give a gentle kiss to your clit. You moan.

"You look so tired. We really wore you out, huh? We'll put you to sleep," Abby says. You nod, letting your eyes droop.

Abby and Ellie get to work with cleaning you up and getting you comfortable as you start to drift off.

You're theirs, and theirs only. Their good little slut.

[elliestears]

police officer!abby anderson. that’s it. that’s what i need. i’m gonna write a police officer! abby fic soon.

[elslump]

Soft Abby x Drunk clingy reader

An: i most likely will make a part two to this since it cuts off at kind of an awkward place, I didn’t want to make this too long for a short Drabble.

Wc:913

Cw:mention of alcohol// fem!reader bratty!reader(not proofread at all)

• you were at one of the many weekend parties your friends hosted

• you and Abby already had a few drinks and you can feel yourself getting tipsy

• Abby knew when you got drunk you tended to get quite clingy

Your sat on Abby’s lap with a drink in your pedicured hand, your arm wrapped around her neck and your legs swaying where they hung from the couch. You began to get bored of the conversation happening in your space and start to drift from it, replying and adding comments less and less frequently. You resort to playing with the collar off Abby’s shirt to cure your boredom. Pushing strands of hair away from your plush cheeks and picking at the seem of your skirt. The pink skirt Abby hated, not because you didn’t look good in it, Quite the opposite. it was short. Really short. You’d find Abby behind you all the time, pulling it down if it had ridden at all. It made her feral, the way it hugs your ass and hips. She wanted it all for herself, only for her to see and no one else.

When you find that you drank the rest of the liquor in your hand you pat Abby’s lap, scooting off of it, your skirt rolling up in the back just enough to see the lace panties you wore.

“I'm gonna go get another drink, you need a refill?” you turn to her giving a sweet smile. You see her tense before sitting up from her slouched position to grab the small of your back to pull you between her legs. You turn your upper body to look at Abby’s hands, her long finger rolling your skirt back down to a modest view. A smile fell on your face, blushing at how protective she was of you. You turn back to Abby “Refill or no?” You ask placing your hand on her bicep.

“What I’d say about wearing this skirt out” she eyes you, her eyes slowly making their way down to your thighs” S’way too short, especially for someone who has no awareness of themselves”

“Oh shut up. You love me in the skirt” you say in a cocky tone, turning around walking toward the kitchen. You bite your nail, scanning the many open bottles spread out on the island before settling on a white claw. You come back to the living room to see Abby laughing with her friends. Probably talking about sports or other stupid frat parties. You plop yourself back into her lap, opening the can and taking a sip, an ‘mmm’ escaping your lips. Abby turns her attention Towards you.

“ don’t you think you’ve had enough” Abby adds a smirk to her expression, grabbing at your hip.

“M’not drivin'” you add, taking another gulp. Abby tightens her grip on your hip, the strength adding a shiver to your body, the flush of your cheeks hiding the blush.

Some Time (and many drinks) had passed as you’d gotten yourself so drunk you could hardly say awake. Normally Abby would have cut your drinking off a long while ago, but she was too deep into the conversation around her and you were sneaky enough, saying you were ‘ just going to the bathroom’ and other drunken excuses. You were sprawled out on top of Abby, your hands under her t-shirt, rubbing your hand on her abs. The contact of your hand to her made her flinch.

“Your hands are cold.” She looks down at you with a chuckle, now realizing the state you are in. She sits up, maneuvering you as well “You ready to go home?” she runs her hand through your hand, ending her action with a rub on your cheek with her thumb. You didn’t say anything much besides a tired groan of agreement. 

It wasn’t long before she was halting you up to your feet and saying her goodbyes. It wasn’t long either till she was buckling the seatbelt of the seat you sat in. You reach your hand over to where she sat, rubbing her arm, reaching for her, wanting something.

“ you hungry? You wanna stop to get something to eat” She places her hand on your thigh while her other hand rests on the steering wheel

“ I want you,” you mumble into your arm

“ what’d you say , baby?” She rubs circles into your thigh You whine, too tired to repeat yourself.

“Gotta use your words. Don’t know what you're saying“

“I want you.” You blurt out, your eyes still closed.

“you have me”

“Need, I need you. I need to be close to you”

“ I think, I think you need to get some food in you and go to bed”

“ don’t talk to be like that” You open your eyes, glaring at her

“Like what,baby? What are you talking about”

“Like I don’t know what I’m talking about” Your eyes are now glossy, a warm tear rolling down your cheek.

Abby sighs, knowing that the alcohol is making her emotional. She pulls into the driveway of your house. She grabs your face with her hands, cupping your cheeks gently. “ look, babe. You know I didn’t mean it like that. You are so smart and not once have I ever doubted on know what you're talking about, ok?” You nod, sniffing, rubbing your eyes. She pecks a kiss on your forehead” Let’s get inside, Yeah?”

[ellie-s-list]

Light in the Darkness (7)

Abby Anderson X Fem!Reader, College AU, Part 7

HEHEHEHE HAHAH

I hate that I didn't have this idea in the first place.

TW: Anxiety, overthinking

Chapter Seven→ Betty, Taylor Swift. Week 15

Lyrics: “Will you kiss me on the porch

In front of all your stupid friends?

If you kiss me will it be just like I dreamed it?

“Abby you’re so fucked,” Nora laughed at her friend, peering at her from the couch. She was in Abby and Manny’s shared apartment, currently alone together. 

“I know, Nora, she’s not taking any of my hints,” The blonde complained, pouring a cup of coffee. Abby frowned as add some cream to her drink. “I don’t know, I really do like her.’ 

Nora hummed from her spot on the couch. For fifteen weeks she’s had to hear Abby fawn over you, daydream about you. She even heard that Abby kissed you, yet you chose not to tell her about it the next morning. At least Abby wasn’t mad at her anymore for talking to you and almost giving away her crush. Yet, Nora knows you’ve picked up on Abby’s hints. Who couldn’t? Abby’s been more interested in conversations, reviving dead ones to be able to just see how you would respond. She’s tried hard to stay in your life, talking about you whenever she could get the chance. 

“You kissed her, right?” Nora asked as Abby finished making her coffee, putting away the additives. 

“Yeah,” Abby grabbed her coffee cup, walking around the couch to sit next to Nora. Taking a sip, the blonde sighed. “I didn’t initially remember the kiss, but after I got home and the hangover left, the memories seemed to resurface.” Abby rolled her eyes, leaning her head back on the couch. You were the first girl she’s actually went after, having had previous crushes, but she didn’t think they would like her back. But being the pursuer is hard work, she understands now why Owen used to get so frustrated when she wasn’t showing any hints for him. Abby didn’t mind that your anxiety ruled you sometimes, she cared about you and your wellbeing.

Nora was quiet. She always was thinking, always knew what to say next. Abby confided everything into Nora. Her first ever crush, her first ever female crush, her attraction to you on the first day of class. Nora knew everything, and she’s always given the best advice. 

The silence gave Abby time to reflect on how she even got to be able to talk to you in the first place. At Abby’s request, the professor paired you and Abby up for the final project. Abby didn’t mind volunteering, she wanted to be partners with you, but you didn’t stay behind class long enough for her to ask you to be partners for the first project. So, Abby went to the professor directly to be paired up with you, and it was a great decision. 

You were intriguing at first, always sitting in the same spot, never speaking unless you had to. You weren’t shy, you were able to public speak or speak to others if the time called for it, you just preferred not to talk. A “Hella” introvert as Mel called it.

It was endearing nonetheless, the way you used to speak monotonously with Abby. But after that night at the bowling alley you warmed up to her. You slowly opened up to Abby, and when you told her she “seemed safe”, it took everything in Abby to not crush you in a hug. You looked so innocent with your answer, about ready to burst into tears with how much emotion you were allowing yourself to show. 

“You’re really hung up on her, huh?” Nora brought Abby out of her thoughts of you. Abby was gripping her mug, smiling at the contents of it. “Can you finish this semester without tell her about your feelings?” 

“No,” Abby’s answer was immediate, which surprised her as well. She didn’t have to think about it, she just inherently knew. She had to confirm your suspicions of her cursh on you, she couldn’t keep it in any longer. She groaned, hitting her head on the back of the couch, turning to look at Nora, “There’s no chance that I wont confess, I can’t let her go without even blatantly saying anything.” 

“Do you want her to confess first?”

“It would be easy enough, but I just want a hint that she likes me back,” The blonde decided to place her mug on the coffee table. 

Nora rolled her eyes, “She probably, no definitely, already has.” 

“What do you mean?”  

“She doesn’t pull away anymore,” Nora pointed out, “You even told me she let you pretend to be her girlfriend. You even carried her in the rain!”  

“That doesn’t mean anything!”

“Abby, you’re a fucking dumbass!”

The door opened before Abby could retort, Manny and Owen making their way into the apartment. It seems that they heard what Nora said, both having shit-eating grins on their faces. 

“I second Nora,” Manny says leaning on the back end of the couch. 

“I could literally shit in your bed.”

“Okay, Amber Heard,” He then turned to Nora, “This about her crush?”

Nora nodded, looking back at Manny, “It’s about Abby living under a rock and not picking up on her crushes reactions to her moves.” 

“Oh, you had to tell her too?”

“Wait,” Owen walked over as well, leaning against the couch beside Manny. Abby placed her arm over her eyes, not wanting to see her downfall. “Abby has a crush? Who’s the guy?” 

“Girl, my dude,” Manny slaps him on the back. “Actually, the one who implied she fucks your mom.” 

Owen sputtered, looking down at Abby, who was grinning from behind her arm. To be honest, when that happened she was silently cheering you on. Owen sometimes stepped out of line, and it showed that you didn’t care what he thought. You probably only cared about what your friends think of you, or what people that mean something to you think. 

“I get it, I’m dumb,” Abby said, uncovering her eyes. “What do I do?” 

“Fuck her,” Manny said plainly, like it was the obvious answer. 

Everyone went silent, staring at the man. Abby was blushing, she hadn’t even thought about it, only thinking about how to get you to notice her. How to get you to develop feelings for her. 

“Just tell her,” Owen breaks the silence, not looking at Abby. He’s with Mel now, that fact that he’s still strung up on Abby is his problem. 

“Yeah, if anything it’ll make next semester a little weird,” Nora placed a hand on Abby’s shoulder, trying to comfort her friend. 

Manny huffed, standing up fully, “I stand by my suggestion.” He turned walking towards the kitchen. 

Owen stayed behind, taking to staring at the floor as he spoke. “Abs, if you really do like her, and she’s showing interest, your best bet is to just tell her.” He then retreated to the kitchen, the two girls watching him. 

How could she not have noticed your responses to her advances? She knew you had anxiety, making the first move was out of the question. You had to have clear evidence, had to have her confession on a plate right in front of you before you dared step into any sort of possible trap. You’ve been receptive to her advances, showing that you didn’t mind them and you even gave some back before pulling away. 

“Dude who ate all the mac and cheese?” Manny’s voice came from the kitchen. The night before there was some left over from take out Manny had, and he loved that mac and cheese so much. 

Abby exchanged a look with Nora, smirking. She then called out, “It was Owen!”

“How the-” Owen ran into the living room, avoiding a box of mac and cheese that was thrown at him. 

“Owen, you slimy bitch,” Manny appeared in the kitchen archway, armed with two more boxes of Kraft mac and cheese. He threw them at Owen, and in the chaos that ensued, Nora and Abby retreated to Abbys bedroom. The blonde brought her forgotten coffee, chugging it on her way to her room. Once the door was closed, Nora laid on Abby’s bed. 

“Your presentations tomorrow?” 

“Yeah,” Abby placed her empty mug on her desk, sitting at her desk chair. “I made my decision to tell her after, since it is our last class together until next semester.” 

“You better not chicken out.” 

“I won’t.”

POSTED ON: 4/24/23

WC: 1,405

[dollyhao]

soft sex with abby nsfw, mating press, strap on, sweet words, i always refer to strap on as dicks 🤷🏾‍♀️

abby loves when you pout your lips, when your sad or upset, when you want something or when she’s 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. “it’s ok baby, your doing so well,” she says kissing your tears away.

“‘m so full abs.” her dick is rubbing against your insides just right, her tip fucking against your cervix and the artificial veins rubbing against your sweet spot.

“your such a good girl, mama.” she nuzzles her face in the crock of your neck, bringing her hand down to rub at your throbbing clit. “uhm~ fuck! i wanna m-make you a mommy soo bad abs!” you say absentmindedly, head thrown back moaning loudly as you clench around her.

abby let’s 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, “i’m gonna make you a mommy one day baby.”

[ourautumn86]

46-58

abby anderson x fem! reader

summary; abby loses her match, and when her frustration takes the best of her, she takes it out on you.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, swearing, abby getting mad, harsh treatment, rough sex, name calling (whore, slut), spanking, clit slapping, fingering (r receiving), strap-on sex (r receiving), multiple orgasms, degrading and praising, abby being really rough, breeding kink (😵‍💫), abby uses reader like a toy, hair pulling, making out, finger sucking, cum eating, squirting, use of pet names instead of y/n…

abby was losing. and abby hated losing.

24-39. a 15 point difference.

“fuck!” she hissed, sending the ball flying against a wall, making the other team wince in fear. and who wouldn’t. abby, with her 6,3ft and muscles could make anyone shake in their place.

“anderson!” her coach reprimanded her, and she huffed. you were worried about her. you could clearly see she was frustrated. but at the same time you couldn’t help the way her roughness made you feel. your thighs pressed against the other as you bit down on your lip as you felt your clit throb. why did this turn you on so badly?

you had come to her game to cheer for her, her sweater —with her name on the back— engulfing you and almost hiding your pink skirt. you loved the size difference in between the two of you.

you loved watching abby play, there was something about it, about the way she moved, that made it impossible for you to pull your eyes away from her. she was good. she was the captain for a reason and due to that she always took it personal when the match would go sideways even if it wasn’t her fault. she was too hard on herself.

“referee please!” she yelled, huffing when a player from the other team hit her and yet he didn’t count it as a foul. next time he did indeed called it was when abby did a blockage. “oh come on! are you fucking serious?! i didn’t touch her!” one of her teammates went to her, stopping her on her tracks. “fucking dick…” she muttered, shaking her head. you squirmed when she tossed the ball to the referee a little bit too harsh, winning a warning from her coach. but she was too good, he couldn’t risk to sit her on the bench.

“come on abs, don’t get frustrated, it’s alright.” one of her teammates tried to cheer her up, and then her eyes were on you. her beautiful blue eyes. you trembled.

there were 5 minutes left.

the time was flying by.

30-43

the crowd was roaring, cheering for their respective teams.

“come on abby…” you muttered. she was chugging water, her whole body and strong arms covered in shiny sweat.

she did her best to diminish the point difference, running from side to side of the court and scoring as many points as she could.

but sadly enough, despite her best efforts, they ended up losing.

46-58

the glowing red numbers were like a mock to her face.

she cursed, sitting on the bench with her head in between her hands. her coach made his best to not let it consume her, as so did her teammates, but she was blaming herself. and she was frustrated… furious.

you watched as both teams shook their hands congratulating each other for the game and took their things to leave.

you left the stairs and made your way down to meet with your girlfriend, who didn’t even look at you and simply started walking towards her car, having you following her behind like a lost sad puppy.

she didn’t say a word though the whole way back to your shared apartment, the silence and heavy atmosphere inside the car making your skin crawl.

you watch her muscled back as you made your way inside the apartment, abby harshly leaving her bag on the floor. she could feel her blood boiling, her hands shaking in adrenaline and rage.

“abby.” you called out for her, touching her shoulder, gently. but there was nothing gentle in the way she was now pressing you against the wall, both of your hands on the side of your face.

“shut the fuck up.” she growled, taking your lips in a rough kiss that had your lungs begging for air. “i’m so fucking mad.” she groaned, sucking on your neck, and you whined, feeling one of her legs push up in between your own and against your throbbing cunt. “you know what i need right now, isn’t that right, doll?” you nodded. “yeah, you do. so you’re gonna stay quiet and let me fuck you, hm?” you moaned, nodding once again, feeling heat pooling in between your legs, her voice was low, dangerous. and you couldn’t help but want to satisfy her, to make her feel better. “atta girl.” she went back to kissing you, one hand taking a hold on your wrists to push your hands over your head as the other came down to the seam of her hoodie, pushing it up just to discover that you were wearing nothing underneath. “well would you look at that… you were ready for it, huh?” she chuckled, her free hand pinching one of your nipples, making your back arch and a whimper fall from your lips. “wether i lose or win i was gonna fuck you anyways, so why bother… isn’t that right, doll?” she teased you, grinding her thigh against your clothed and aching cunt. “but we both know that you like it best when i lose, right? you get off by me being mean to you.” her lips latched to your neck, slowly making their way up to your ear. “my girl just needs me to be rough with her, huh?” you shivered, nodding, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. she was right. “fucking answer to me when i speak.” the hand that had been rolling your nipple harshly spanked one of your thighs, making your skin burn and you let out a needy moan.

“yes, abby.” she hummed.

“good girl. now, why don’t you go wait for me in our bed, hm? and take off your clothes, want to see you spread and open for me once i get there.” you nodded, and she let go of your wrists.

you followed her command, getting to your bedroom as you heard the faucet of the bathroom opening. she had probably gone to clean her hands. you quickly got rid of your clothes, letting them aside on the floor before getting in bed, your back against the duvet and your legs spread for her to see your now drooling cunt. you wanted nothing more than to reach out in between them and touch yourself, get some relief. but you knew better. you knew abby wouldn’t like that, so you sat there, waiting for her to come to you.

she didn’t take long.

when she came back she was on her underwear and sports bra. muscles on display and pumped due to the recent exercise. you were drooling.

“look at you.” she shook her head, her eyes on your pretty cunt. her pretty cunt. “open up for me, darling, let me see you.” she said, and you blushed, letting one of your hands trail down in between your thighs, your index and middle finger making contact with your folds to spread them and show your twitching entrance to her. she groaned. “so fucking pretty.” you moaned. “and so wet… you’re soaked, princess. all that ‘cause i’m mean to you? you’re a slut.” your thighs shook at the name, your clit throbbed, awaiting to be touched. “you like it when i take it out on you, baby? when i use you like a little toy?” you nodded, making her need to fuck you bigger. “of course you do. ‘cause that’s all you are, my pretty little toy.” you watched as she made her way to the bed, abs flexing, strong thighs spreading. your back arched when her fingers met your exposed and open pussy, a whimper ripping your throat when she slapped your clit. “you just can’t wait to be fucked, can you?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she suddenly and harshly pushed two of her thick fingers inside your tight walls. “sucking my fingers right in like the whore you are.”

“abby…!” you whined as she started to fuck them in and out of you. they slid so easily. you were so wet for her. it was embarrassing, how much control she had over you.

“haven’t even started fucking you yet and look at how drenched you are.“ you moaned, your hips rutting against her touch, making her chuckle. “so desperate…”

“please, abby, please… fuck me, please.” you begged.

“want me to fuck you baby? want me to use you?” she inquired and you nodded.

“yes, please. use me. use me.” you pleaded, eyes tearing up. you needed her so badly it hurt. you were so turned on…

she took her fingers out of you, looking at how they shone with your slick before pushing them inside her mouth to taste you. you whimpered as she hummed.

“get on your knees baby, ass up.” she ordered, and you followed, laying with your tummy down against the sheets and your knees holding your ass up, your back arched as your chest rested against the mattress. you knew this was how she liked to have you, with both your holes showing. she relished on your muffled moans and cries against the pillows, how you’d hold the sheets in between your hands for support as she pounded her cock inside of you.

she put on the strap, buckling it around her hips as she stared at your drooling pussy, slick now pooling on your thighs in droplets. she groaned. she couldn’t wait to have you creaming her dick. it was big. around the 7 inches, and purple, with ridges and a great girth.

you gasped when you felt the tip tease your folds, bumping against your clit. abby was using your arousal to lube herself up. you could feel your cheeks burning at the sound of your slick folds engulfing her tip, the neediness of your twitching hole to be filled and fucked.

one of her hands took your hip as the other guided the strap to your hole, pushing in in a harsh and quick sudden thrust that had you gripping the sheets and screaming. “thaat’s it. fucking take it.” your breath got punched out of your lungs as she started to fuck you open on it, hitting your g spot with every snap of her hips. “be a good doll and sit pretty for me while i fuck you, hm?” you moaned, feeling your walls squeezing the silicone and sucking it in. her pace quickened, harshly fucking into you as she grunted. your moans were getting cut by each thrust, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to stay up on your legs, although you couldn’t. that’s why abby was there for, grabbing your hips with such strength that will leave the marks of her fingertips on your skin. “fucking shit. pussy so good taking my cock. look at it. fucked open and drooling for more.” you whimpered, your tits bouncing and hardened nipples brushing against the sheets, making your mind feel fuzzy.

you were a babbling and moaning mess, begging for more, pleading for her to take her anger out on you, to fuck you harder, faster.

she groaned, pistoning into you until you were nothing but a body for her to let her frustrations out on. shit. she was fucking your brains out. one of her hands gripped your hair, pushing you against the sheets to keep you in place, abusing you g spot over and over and over again.

“abby!” you screamed, your walls squeezing shut around her cock, your orgasm building up on your lower stomach.

“that’s it baby. louder. let me hear you. who’s cock are you taking, hm? whose pussy is this, huh?” she inquired, and when she didn’t hear and answer she spanked you, making your body jolt.

“yours!!”

“fucking right.” she growled.

“gonna cum!” you cried out.

“yeah? you gonna cum, doll? gonna cream my cock? gonna drip for me?” you nodded. “of course you are. now be good for me and let me have it. let me see you fall apart.”

she didn’t have to ask twice, your orgasm hitting and drowning you like a tidal wave, making your world turn white and your ears ring as your moans became louder and louder.

abby fucked you through it, never backing down and keeping the same intensity, what made your orgasm last what seemed like ages. and when you thought it would die down it just kept growing.

“abby, i’m gonna cum again, i’m gonna, oh fuck!” you cried out, feeling it turn into something else. your thighs soaking wet in your squirt as your back arched, her cock sliding in and out of your pussy so easily…

abby groaned, the back of the strap rubbing her clit in just the perfect way.

“there it is…” she muttered, relishing on the sight, on the sound of the splashing of your juices against her hips and strap. “pussy feeling so good is crying for me.” you took it. took her anger, her frustration… but it was…

“too much! too much!” you begged, one of your hands scratching at her abs as she kept fucking you, but it didn’t stop her, the hand that pressed your head down taking both of your wrists behind your back to pull from you and on her dick. you screamed, feeling her on your cervix, and squirting non stop.

“fucking take it. stop being a fucking baby and take it.” she grunted, feeling her orgasm approaching. “gonna cum so hard. gonna fill you up, princess, fuck a baby into this pretty pussy of yours. gonna leave you dripping for a week, doll.” you whimpered.

“yes, please, cum inside, cum inside! want your cum please, abby please…” you pleaded. and that’s what made it for her.

“look at you. completely cock drunk... yeah? you want it? then take it. fuck. fucking take it.” she groaned, harshly and quickly fucking into you as she hit her peak, watching you squirt like crazy as she came and soaked her boxers. she fucked the two of you through it. by the time she was finished the sheets completely soaked.

she let go of you, your cunt trying to still suck her in, making you whine as she pulled out of you and let go of your wrists, making you fall against the sheets. you were breathless, boneless. she had fucked you completely dumb. your whole body was shaking in exhaustion and the high of your orgasms.

your cum was coating the base of her strap in a white ring, and your cunt shone under the lights of your bedroom, puffy folds reddish and swollen due to her abuse.

it was needless to say that abby wasn’t angry anymore.

-

a/n; reader is me while my crush got frustrated playing today 😫🤭

[maiiruo]

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა⋆｡°✩ 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 doesn’t care that it’s 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 you’re holding back, pushing your clit onto her hooked nose. sub! abby who tastes you like it’s 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.

one of my friends introduced me to sub abby and the brainrot is taking over. more lesbian tlou smut coming very soon.

don't steal, translate or repost my work

©maiiruo

[serevena]

Ellie and Abby Porn Links!

a.n - am I posting this to distract everyone from the fact that I haven’t posted a decent fic in a while ..Yes, but we don’t talk abt it. The title is self explanatory, so this post is very much 18+! Might make a part two!

Warnings - just..porn..like, literally porn.

Ellie/Abby fingering you.

Ellie/Abby eating you out.

Ellie/Abby eating you out.

Ellie/Abby fucking you slowly from the back.

Ellie/Abby losing her composure while fucking you from behind.

Ellie/Abby spanking & rubbing your pussy while you squirt.

Ellie/Abby fucking you while grabbing your ass.

Ellie/Abby hitting it from the back.

Ellie/Abby slapping your tits while fucking you with her strap.

Humping Ellie/Abby.

Scissoring with Ellie/Abby.

Ellie Overstimulating you.

Riding Ellie’s strap.

Ellie fingering you dumb.

Riding Ellie’s strap.

Ellie fucking you from the back.

Riding Ellie as she ties your hands behind your back.

Ellie fingering you while making out w/ you.

Abby making out with you while rubbing your clit.

Abby hitting it from the back.

Abby hitting it from the back again.

Abby hitting it from the back & slapping your ass.

[purplegrapevines]

she looks SO HOT and focused here. the muscles, the tattoos. imagine you two are on some mission, and she tells you to just lay back and let her do all the heavy lifting. if you try to help, she'll push your hands away.

"Relax, Princess. Just let me do this work, okay? Don't want you to get too tired, especially for when I fuck the shit out of you later." <3

[elliestears]

thinking abt writing a fic with ellabs x reader n before meeting reader they do not like each other. like say one of them(ellie) gets to spend more time with reader, other one(abby) would get jealous and they would argue, whatever. also abby and ellie have a thing for reader but reader can’t choose between them so she takes them both and make it a poly relationship n reader wants abby and ellie to both love each other too. they both love reader too much to not agree so they put their hatred aside and work it out for reader to be happy. some shit goes down, you know drama and all that and eventually a happy ending.

if interested in this idea pls tell me so i can get started!!

chapter 1 posted here!

[atyourmerci]

♡ Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer! ♡

♡ ♡

Summary: You are stealing at your local mall when you are caught by cop abby. She brings you to the back rooms where you use your body to get out of jail<333

Warnings: smut, MDNI, slight age gap not mentioned (reader is early 20’s abby is in her 30’s), dom!abby, sub!reader, fem!reader, degradation, ma’am kink, handcuffs, strap (referred to as her cock), spanking

A/N: I know I said this was going to come out later this week but I was sooo into this I couldn’t put it down hehe. I know yall feigning for her so I hope you enjoy, feast! Also not proofread I’ll do that later lmao

♡ ♡

You make your way out of the tall metal windowed doors, in your frilly pink mini skirt that barely covers the tops of your thighs, white crop top with jewels across your bare tits that says “princess” bags full of things that may have accidentally slipped in! And of course a cherry lollipop lazily strung out on your tongue.

Everything was going as planned as you confidently strolled out the mall doors as you always did, until…

“You again!” You hear a pointed voice yell from behind you, you can’t look back and give yourself up so you continue your pace, confidence slightly faltering. “HEY!” The voice only gets louder and closer, but you can’t bear to look.

All of a sudden what you assume to be the angered voice pulls your arm so roughly you stumble back with a wince, dropping your lollipop with a crash. You’re finally able to look at your match, a bruiting blonde as tall and wide as an ox. She looks at you with gritted teeth ready for conviction, all you can stammer out is a pathetic pout.

With furrowed eyebrows she scans your body up and down as if to make sure you were the convict she’d be tracking. Her eyes take a pause at your jewel adorned breasts, she seems to snap out of her gaze, “not this time princess, let’s go.”

She says it as you have a choice, she begins basically dragging you by the heels back into the mall. You think of running, but there’s no use, she’s twice the size of you, she could have picked you up with a finger and thrown you back in.

“Wh- where are we going!” You wiggle under her grip and she drags you, trying to avoid the gaze of innocent onlookers. She ignores you and mumbles something into her walkie, a bunch of codes you don’t understand but added in that she wouldn’t need backup, a sigh of relief floods over you.

“Please, im sorry I promise I’ll take everything back!” You plead as you make it further into the back of the mall. “Shut up brat,” she almost spits back at you, and tightens her grip even further into your fragile skin.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me!” You say in a wine as you reach what looks to be like a back room of the mall, with her grip still on your arm she uses her free hand to fumble at her keys to unlock the unmarked door.

She lets out a breathy giggle at your pouting, still focused on finding the key, “that’s going to be the least of your problems.” You don’t want to know what she means, and you don’t have the courage to ask so you continue wiggle around her grasp like a child while she unlocks the door.

The room is dark with only a small window at the top of the room that you can’t see out of, some boxes and cleaning supplies, a metal table with two chairs and a table lamp. As she walks her broad structure through the threshold she wastes no time to rip you by the arm and practically throw you into the concrete box.

“Sit” she barks and you almost jump into the cold metal chair, you gasp as your lacy clad cunt touches the hard chilly surface. She doesn’t take the same memo and stands before you, arms crossed. You are finally able to get a real look at her, she’s rugged but clean, long blonde that falls behind her, her arms barely fit into her uniform as her biceps protrude around the navy cloth, the veins pulsing throughout her hand.

You don’t mean for it to happen, but your pussy beings pulsing at the sight of her, you grip the cold metal of your chair averting her defining glare. it feels wrong, it is wrong, but it was an accident!

“Aren’t you going to beg for your innocence?” She cuts the silence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” You pout at her with doe eyes. “Lying to me is only going to make it worse sweetheart, try again”

“Okayyyy I’m sorry I’ll take everything back I promise!” You tug out your bottom lip. “Awh heard that one before, try again” she says pacing closer to you so that you have to raise your head to look at her. “It was an accident, I’m a good girl officer, I swear!” You bat your eyes in an effort to pull out a fake tear.

She lets out a giggle at your words, almost appeased with you, “does princess want to go to jail tonight, huh? Is that what you want?” She taunts you. “No please! I’ll do anything please!” You beg, real tears starting to form in your glossy eyes. “Oh is that so…” she pulls her thick hand up to your chin gripping it harshly so your flesh molds into her grasp “anything?”

“Anything, I’ll do anything!” You plead as hot tears run down your face. A devilish smirk adorns her face as if she already had her plan made out, you were fucked. Hook line and sinker fucked.

“Get on your knees,” she demands as she guides you by your jaw, your bare knees hit the cold floor, sure to be bruised. You see the mascara trailing from your eyes down your flushed cheeks.

“Don’t fucking cry you asked for this,” she says gripping your jaw tighter causing your eyes to close tight. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you!” She barks. You hesitantly unclamp the grip on your eyes, watching as she removes her grip at your submission, trailing them to her belt. With your fuzzy eyes you can barely make out a slight bulge in her pants over her mound.

She brings her thick fingers around the leather, releasing its grip. Her eyes never leave yours as she whips the belt out of her slacks and folds it in her hands oh fuck. “Here’s what’s going to happen princess, you are going to suck my fucking cock…” she beings unzipping her slacks to unsheath

a girthy black dildo, thick and long with veins trailing up it “…and if I hear one fucking complaint those pretty little tits are going to be covered in an orange jumpsuit, understood?”

Your mouth gapes at her size, there’s no way you’d be able to take her. She grips your jaw again bringing it so you’re an inch away from her length, “don’t make me fucking repeat myself slut.”

Yes is all you can manage out, emotions swirling in your mind and tummy, scared but yet turned on? You can feel the a line of slick escaping your dripping hole, needy. “Yes what?” She bites, she doesn’t tell you what she wants to hear but you can infer. “Y-yes ma’am,” you pout out, eyes wide and drool watering your mouth in anticipation.

She gives that devious grin, appeased with you, “good girl, now open that slutty little mouth.” You obey, opening your glossy lips in a small hole which she rips open with the girth of her cock, sending you into a choke.

“Yeah choke on it whore, you asked for this,” she beams with a maniacal grin. Tears start pricking at your ducts again as you sloppily take her, barely breathing at the depth she’s at. You try bobbing your head back and forth but she must not be amused with your efforts as she grips your scalp at its roots and bucks her hips to fuck you herself.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of her pushing even further down into your throat, spit dripping down your chin. “Awh you like that princess? Like when I use that dirty little mouth?” A breathy grunt escapes her puffy lips. There’s no way you can verbally respond so you settle with a pathetic nod as she uses you.

She suddenly rips out of your mouth which sends you choking on all fours in attempt to regain your composure. She gives you a second to regroup, the first sight of mercy she’s let you have.

“Get up,” anddd she’s back. You stumble back to your feet, barely making it upright already fucked out. She takes you by the arms and turns you so they’re behind your back, and guides you to the rusty metal table, pressing you down so that your cheek rests on the cold material and your ass is bent over.

You feel the sopping wet cock nudge against your embarrassingly wet clothed cunt, you can’t help but let out a little whimper that you hear get a rise out of her from a giggle, “so fucking pathetic,” you bite your lip to hold back but it comes out anyways, “mhmmm,” god she’s right you are fucking pathetic.

She doesn’t say a word but you can hear her fumble behind you when you feel another cold metal at your wrist click click, bounding your wrist behind you. “Making sure you don’t try to touch that clit til I say so,” which you respond with an aggravated sigh.

“Is that a fucking complaint I just heard?” She grips you by hair, your face still shoved into the cold metal, but lifted so she glares into your eyes inches away. Now that she’s bent over you her cock presses into your throbbing slit that makes you whimper, “n- no ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought,” she losens her grip on your hair as you feel them run up your shirt and onto your already hard nipples from the cold metal. She pinches both after kneading them roughly in her large hands, “fuckkkk” you mutter out with the sensation of her bulge still rubbing into you.

She begins trailing her hands down your body and lifts up your skirt so that your bare ass is on display for her. “No use wearing this barely covers that little cunt of yours. You just want everyone to see it huh?” She runs her palms over your ass before laying a harsh smack into it, you jolt into the table at the suddenness of it.

She moves her fingers down to your covered slit, rubbing up and down slowly, slick pooling in your panties and down your thighs. “Of course you’re fucking soaked…” she grips down at your covered clit that bucks your hips back into her “…just dying to get used like a toy.”

“Please ma’am, please fuck me, use me please,” you beg pathetically as tears drop onto the rusty metal. She pulls down your lace so that it sits at your ankles. You feel the silicone tip run down your slit collecting all your pent up slick. Without warning she slips right into you, bottoming out immediately, “oh fuck,” you scream out.

She grips her hands at your hips and begins relentlessly driving into you without remorse, the gentle sentiment wouldn’t be in the cards for you. The noises escaping your lips were downright sinful, no one had ever fucked you like this, with such aggression. Even though you looked like a flower you didn’t want to be treated like it, and she knew it.

“Taking that cock so well princess,” she grunts out in a pant, probably the nicest thing she’s said all night. “Tight little hole just for me,” and she takes a harsh open handed blow at your other cheek. “Fuck ma’am please,” you cry out.

She snakes her arm under you down to your stomach, “you feel that? My cock all the way up in your tummy?” Pressing down on your abdomen and you can feel her, she’s so fucking deep your mind starts going numb, “ye-“ the words won’t form.

At your reply she bottoms out inside you, somehow getting even deeper and moves her hand to harshly pink your hard nipple. “Yes ma’am! I’m sorry- please don’t stop!”

“Good girl,” she coos as she pulls out and plunges deep inside of you again, going back to her pace. You can feel yourself nearing your peek, your tummy twists trying to hold it back. “M-ma’am can I cum please,” you beg. “Are you going to cum?” “I’m so close!! Please it hurts,” she leaves you with one last rut and pulls out of you, you being clenching around nothing and moan out at the absence.

You can barely make it out but you watch as she places herself down against the metal chair. She grips your arm and pulls you in, “wrap that filthy hole around my cock,” she spits. You obey, slowly inching yourself down onto her girth, hands still bound at your back gripping into her covered chest. She pulls you back onto her so that your face is nuzzled against the size of hers, blonde strips of hair now dangling messily in front of her face. She takes your feet and wraps them around her calf’s so that you’re wide open for her.

“Cum without asking and I’ll make sure you’re someone’s bitch in prison.” She takes your breast in one hand and the other on your clit, rubbing slow agonizing circles. “So swollen, just dying to cum on my cock huh princess?” She’s breathing straight into your ear, you can hear every little grunt that comes out of her, your body shivers at the new sensation.

“You feel so good ma’am.” You moan out trying to hold back screams from feeling her rough fingers on your sensitive clit. She picks her pace up so that your legs are shaking around her thick thighs. “Fuck fuck fuck,” is all that seems to come out of your throat.

“You wanna cum baby? Beg for it.” You can barely make out a sentence but you can’t wait any longer and she knows it. “P-please ma’am let me cum on your cock, I’ve been s-such a good girl!” She quickens her pace, now bucking her hips aimlessly into your abused hole.

“Whose fucking pussy is this?” She groans with a smirk onto your ear. “Yours! All yours ma’am!” You desperately blurt out, at the tipping point of your peak. “Show me it’s all mine, cum on my cock pretty girl,” if you weren’t already one foot in the grave, those words alone could have sent you six feet under.

Your vision turns white, sobbing out as she ruts her cock deep into your tummy and her fingers circle your swollen clit. You bounce onto you unconsciously, needing more as you ride out your climax. She grunts into your ear at your sweet little sobs while you desperately fuck yourself onto her.

You finally still yourself as you finish off your orgasm, you’re both panting in attempt to regain composure.

“I promise I’m a good girl officer,” You say in a whisper, still unsure if she’d still take you away in her cop car after abusing your body. She giggles at your pathetic attempt to claim innocence.

“I think I’ll keep this pretty pussy to myself for now.”

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