#abby x reader

[ourautumn86]

pls i love your work 😭 can you write an abby x reader where reader is on her period and she’s been irritated at everything and gets an attitude with abby and she puts reader in her place, like soft dom abby because she doesn’t wanna hurt you bc you’re extra sensitive on your period but she’s not gonna let you talk to her like that

bloody heaven

abby anderson x fem! reader

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, period sex!!, soft dom! abby x sub! reader, oral (r receiving) (IF YOU DON’T FW IT DON’T READ!!), fingering (r receiving), punishment, spanking, begging, slight teasing, praising, praise kink, abby being a perfect girlfriend, cum eating…

“keep counting baby.”

“five…” you whimper.

your ass was reddish below her hand, aching and on fire. a fire that warmed your bones and made you shiver, a fire that made you soak your thighs, made you impossibly wetter by how sensitive your period made you.

“you’re doing well baby. doing so well for me…” she caressed your abused skin, soothing it before another slap made your ass giggle and a moan fall from your lips.

your eyes were swelled with tears, your bottom lip swollen by your constant biting.

“six…” her touch trailed from your ass down in between your soaked thighs and onto your exposed core. you were on your middle of your period, your blood staining her fingertips. but your amazing and gorgeous girlfriend didn’t care about the mess. it was something natural. and just a little bit of blood didn’t make you less beautiful, or desirable.

“so wet for me already… this what you needed, baby? needed my attention? that why you got an attitude with me?” you nodded, making her coo. “but you know that’s not how we ask for things, do you princess.”

“i’m sorry…” you sobbed.

“i know baby, i know…” she muttered, circling your throbbing and sensitive puffy clit, making you whimper and shake on her lap. “but good girls like you know that punishments are important too, hm?” you nodded once again. “words, baby. use your pretty voice for me, come on.”

“yes. yes.” you moaned, thrashing and whining when she removed her touch from your soaked cunt.

“just four more, okay? just four more for me, baby.” she went back to your ass, giving you a little caress before her hand was raising and giving you a harsh slap. you let out a small whine, your nails digging on the sheets. “now, keep counting for me.” she softly said.

“seven.” another slap. “eight…” you whimpered out in a sob.

“two more baby. two more and i’ll take good care of this pretty pussy of yours, hm?” she promised. and you sighed, your ass rising against your touch. her eyebrows rose. “don’t tell me you’re enjoying this, angel.” your cheeks blushed, and she chuckled. “is this making my pretty girl wet, hm?” you nodded.

“please…” you begged, and she cursed.

“fuck it.” you squealed when abby suddenly and easily manhandled you so you’d be resting on your fours, your chest against the sheets as your ass stood up in the air, your soaked and throbbing pussy showing for her hungry eyes.

“abby!” you screamed her name when her mouth found you, her strong and warm hands spreading your ass checks as her tongue made a fat long strip from your clit to your hole, humming, never minding the metallic taste of your blood. you were not bleeding much, but it was still enough to make a mess of her lips and chin. “abby don’t!! i’m-!”

“you’re what?” she asked, licking at your clit and making you shudder. “you think a little bit of blood is gonna keep me away from this pussy? no fucking way.” your eyes rolled back when she sucked on that little bundle of nerves, making you whimper as you held on tight to the sheets, moaning when her palm came down onto your ass, making your hips thrust back against her touch and mouth. “so needy…” she groaned, kissing at your folds, licking up and down, moving her face side to side… she was devouring you, driving you insane.

“abby…” you whimpered her name as one of her fingers plunged inside of you, the squelching of your warm walls taking it making you flush.

her hungry eyes took in the way your gaping hole swallowed her in. “thaaat’s it. taking it so good for me, baby. such a good girl for me.” your back arched as another smack came down onto your ass, her mouth back at your clit as she started to thrust in and out of you, her finger stained in your pre cum and blood.

you whimpered, fucking yourself against it, gasping in pleasure when she pushed a second in. “i’m- i’m not gonna last. feels ‘s good…” you slurred, babbling, completely lost in your pleasure as abby fucked you dumb on her fingers and tongue.

“so sensitive…” she hummed. “bet it feels so good to get fucked like this, doesn’t it?” she thrusted harder, deeper, making you scream. “want you to cum for me, pretty girl. want you to make a mess out of my face.�� she muttered against your pussy, flicking your clit with her tongue.

“yes, yes… im going to, im cumming! fuckfuckfuck!!” you cried out, feeling the band on your lower stomach snap, your orgasm hitting you so hard your whole world went quiet for a second. abby moaned against you when the tangy and creamy cum hit her tongue and filled her mouth, slurping up every last drop that dripped from your hole down your folds as she shallowly fucked you through it, overstimulating you to the point in which you had to push on her head so she would get away from your cunt.

you hissed at the feeling of her fingers pulling out and the last lick she made up your folds, slurping all your juices with a pleased hum. you kept your back arched, completely boneless as you tried to pace your breath. abby smiled, taking you in and slowly pulling you into her arms, staring at your dazed and pleased expression. “feeling better?” she asked, and you nodded, before you took in the sticky and bloody mess you’d made out of her cheeks, chin and mouth.

“abby… look at you.” you pouted, your hands cracking her pretty bloody face. the red only made her blue beautiful eyes shine more. she hummed, leaving a soft peck on your lips to take away that pout.

“anything for my baby.”

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a/n; ty for your support angel <3

[midnightbluebells03]

⋅˚₊‧ ✶ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Abby Anderson basketball drabble ⋅˚₊‧ ✶ ‧₊˚ ⋅

NSFW at the end - little bit of x reader - soccer Ellie

Just a lil writing to tide yall over while I finish up with college assignments and other bits

Abby has always been drawn to basketball but never got the chance to play. With her dad being concerned about her getting hurt as a kid. But when she hit her growth spurt in highschool she set her mind to it, determined to prove to him she can handle it.

The sport is perfect for her because it can be so calculated, she enjoys the mind games and the intense preparation that comes with being the captain.

She uses her large build to her advantage when setting a screen. Earning the nickname brick wall from the amount of times she's knocked someone over.

A medical student studying to be a doctor like a her dad.

She takes her life as a student athlete seriously, which means no smoking, no drugs and she rarley ever drank. Only on off seasons and only at the weekends.

Practice makes perfect which is why Abby makes sure to hit the gym every morning before class, while you're still peacefully asleep. She also runs her practices like it's her job, the team calls her sergeant as a joke sometimes.

Begs her coach to let you sit in on practice because she felt bad about leaving you so often. When he agrees you help run practice after awhile of sitting on the bleachers learning about the game, being dubbed "mini Anderson" because you ran a tight ship. Even tighter than Abby at times. You always make sure they have water during games aswell and coach will talk game plans with you on the sidelines after a few months.

Has a pregame ritual which consists of doing push ups while you help her run through the game plan for the hundreth time. Before you two started dated she would just repeat it to herself or write it down on a peice of paper.

Never lets you wear her jersey after a game, will insist on washing it first or giving you a clean one. Eventually she buys you a custom one with ANDERSON on the back so you can wear it to games. But you still steal hers constantly.

Let's you do her braid before games but will re do it in secret if it isn't tight enough because she never wants to hurt your feelings.

Will pick you up and spin you around if they win, pressing a million kisses to your face infront of everyone.

You bring her flowers after big games. The first time you were so anxious, standing by the locker room with the bouquet in hand. Abby looked like she was going to cry as she took them from your hand, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you in tight. "They're gorgeous baby, thank you".

Nsfw

She was scared to 'take her anger out' on you when she would lose games but you assured her you wanted to help. Knowing that Abby would never actually hurt you. So now on the rare occasion that she loses you know you're about to be bent over with your face in the pillow while her strap relentlessly pounds into you. Her grip tight in your hair as she praises you through your countless orgasms. "Good fucking girl, always taking me so well hmm?". You can't do anything but moan in response as she thrusts into you harder. "Think you like it when we lose baby, you like when you get fucked like a little slut don't you?"

[flor4de4amor]

im so in love w abby's back.

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the way her spin curves and curls. her big broad shoulders that she's worked hard to get. she always sleeps topless, opting to shed that evil sports bra, which hides her pretty chest. allowing you to press kisses to her bare freckled back. waking her up to your soft mewls against her. she grunts softly to the light hitting her face. you giggle seeing that she's now awake.

"fan club's opted to greet me this morning huh?" she turns her head looking at you with that stupid little smirk on her face. you're tempted to kiss it off, if she hadn't called you a fan.

"something or the other." you smile at her, laying your head against her lower back. the dip where here spin curves and melts into her ass.

"sleep alright baby?" she asks, her hand coming to find yours and interlacing them together.

you nod, stroking your thumb over the rough calluses of her palm. "dreamt of you," you tease cheekily.

"nothing too naughty i'd hope," she matches your playful tone. her messy braid falling over her face, though her smile is still wide and bright.

"come look in my panties and check." you threaten her with a wink, grin devouring your face.

"oh," abby heaves. "that's how it is baby?" she suppresses a grin, as she begins to maneuver herself off her front, so she can come check those pretty panties of yours.

[atyourmerci]

The devil works hard, I WORK HARDER BITCH.

TLOU FANFIC WRITERS: @BILLIESBABY ON WATTPAD IS STEALING WORK AROUND THE ABBY/ELLIE WORKS BE CAREFUL!!!

[iheartri]

clit slapping with abby!?

you’re spread out on the bed, legs spread as abby is in between them, rubbing your clit gently.

“cmon baby— keep your eyes open f’me..”

your eyes opened slowly, your grip tightening on the pillow next to you. “abby— i d-dont know if i can—“

abby palm comes down harshly on your clit, making you wince as you let out more string of whimpers. “don’t know if you can do what? hm?” abby murmured.

you move your hips against her palm, trying to get any stimulation you can get. “f-fuck abby..” you moan, your vision getting hazy from what you’re feeling.

“think you can take more? i know you can baby..” abby urged, patting your clit a few times.

you nod, your hips bucking up against her hand, desperately wanting her to touch you again. abby caresses your inner thighs, loving the way she has you this wretched for her.

“you’re so fuckin’ wet it’s crazy..” her hand comes down again, slapping your clit with intensity. your legs clamp around her hand, the pain becoming unbearable.

“what’d i say about closin your legs huh?” abby forces your legs back open, slapping your clit again. your back arched, a tear falling out of your eye from the pain and pleasure you’re receiving.

abby chuckled, her gaze running up and down your body. she craved for this, you under her, whining and moaning out her name.

as her hand came down again, you knew this was going to be a long night.

a/n; i read an abby clit slapping fic and had to make one for myself like 😖😜🫰🏽 hello !!!

free palestine

[bunniehrtz]

sub daddy!abby fic where the reader’s calling her daddy in like,,,, a mean way if that makes any sense :3

also can i claim the 🍎 emoji?

sub daddy abby…. i see the vision…

and yes u can !!!!! <333

“does it feel good, daddy? huh?” you tease, a smug grin plastered on your face. your thrusts quicken as abby moans in agreement. “dirty fuckin’ slut. you’re my slut, though, aren’t you, daddy?” you ask, your head tilted a little to patronise her just a little more. she nods and nods, you’re not 100% she’s listening. you land a slap on the inside of her thigh, causing her to gasp, looking up at you. “words,” you order, stopping your movement. “yes- fuck! yes!” she whines, a scream leaving her mouth as you continue to fuck her dumb. “so fucking needy for this cock, right, daddy? you’d do anything for it. pathetic little bitch,” you spit, abby only moaning in response. you roll your eyes, feeling abby tighten around your silicone dick. “daddy’s gonna cum? beg for it. don’t cum until you fuckin’ beg for it,” you smile down at her, your bottom lip between your teeth as you raise your eyebrows down at her, waiting for abby’s sweet words. “please! please let me cum, please!” she cries, sobbing between pathetic moans and whimpers. your thrusts become even more forceful, the slap between yours and her thighs pierce through your ears and you say through your clenched jaw. “fuckin’ whore. cum on this dick, daddy. don’t hide now, cum for me, daddy.”

@queenofmistresses @bambishaven @aouiaa @abigails-gf @dykeanderson @abbysprettygiiirl

[zerokaram]

overstim with abby

you gasped for air, feeling every shuffle and movement of abbys hips under you as you struggled to fit her girthy, 6.5 inch strap inside of you. abby stationed her hands on your waist, thrusting up every few seconds but still leaving all the work to you. she grabbed the back of your head, pulling you down, giving you a soft kiss. the rhythm progressed. she grunted, "c'mon, keep going." as a form of encouragement almost. you couldn't help but crumble at her every beck and call, immediately nodding and tending to her desires. she started to hear the way your poor, desperate pleads turned into mindless and confused mumbles of pure overstimulation. she displayed a shit eating grin on her face, not even half satisfied with how overwhelmed you were, waves of pleasure coming at you at a volume and speed you weren't prepared for even in the slightest. she noticed your hips bucking, and she almost fucking swore she could feel you tighten on her. you came, but she didn't let you pull out. she puts your movement to a sharp halt. "we're not done."

palestine l donations

[k3n-dyll]

In my series writing era...cowgirl/gunslinger Abby with an accent has my southern ass in a chokehold and I'm about to make it everyones problem

Also, "Bridgerton Style" just emphasizes that reader in this context is safe being literally anyone regardless of what their race is in this time period, because duh. Also because of me likely taking a fuck ton of creative liberties with the era for the vibes lol

[deepouterspacecandy]

I'll Find You in the Next

Oh, we've got some angsty drabbles today and it hurts my heart strings. But I can never leave it that way. There will always be a happy ending for Abby if I get any say in it. 18+ only. Violence and sexual themes.

When Abby writes about that day, her faded, leather-bound journal settled on her iron thigh, it’s the faint sweetness of damp earth she remembers first. The way her boots sank into the muddy ground, as if nature itself was begging her not to go.

She recalls your chilly nose pressed against her neck, your gentle, rain-kissed hands unzipping her jacket to wrap your arms around her in an embrace you both knew prying eyes couldn’t steal.

The memory of those soft fingertips climbing the notches of her spine in hungry whispers, how seamlessly you fit against her body as she bound her sprawling hand against your lower back to pull you closer.

It’s an ache in her gut, the sensation of your lips as they trembled against the delicate curve of her ear, your words a lonesome spider weaving an intricate web woven deep into the chambers of her heart.

“You’re not coming back, are you?” you asked. “This is the last time I’ll get to hold you like this.”

Abby’s own voice sounded foreign to her, squeezing past the hot daggers in her throat. She held you so tight it extracted every ounce of oxygen from your lungs. She leaned back just enough to trace the contours of your face with her blurry eyes.

“Don’t say shit like that, okay? I’m right here,” she said. “I’ll always come back for you.”

“Anderson—shake it and let’s go!” a gruff voice bellowed from inside the Humvee. “We’re losing daylight!”

“You’re still my girl, yeah?” Abby whispered.

“I’m still your girl,” you said.

There was a hollowness and distance in your voice she’d never heard before. Her tone wobbled with panic as tears threatened to rival the downpour and drown her.  

“Say it again,” she ordered, her grip on you unyielding. “I need you to say it again, okay? Don’t send me off wondering if I’ve got someone to come home to.”

The truck came alive with a sinister growl, a powerful rumble that echoed through the stillness of the morning air. 

“Baby, please,” Abby begged.

Your body convulsed with sobs, causing your shoulders to shake. Desperate to hold herself together, Abby pressed her forehead against your cheek and longed for the comfort of your fingers tangled in her hair, just like they always did when she nestled into you.

When your hands completely withdrew from her, she nearly buckled to the ground.

“May your survival be long,” you said.

With a forceful tug, Abby clutched your belt loops and closed the distance.

“Stop,” she uttered with a disjointed huff. “Look at me, okay? Don’t do this. I promise I’m coming back for you.”

“Come on, Abby. He’s not going to let that happen,” you said.

“He doesn’t have a choice,” she chuckled humorlessly. “You think I'd let him come between us?”

You kissed her so hard sparks danced behind her eyelids. Her lips, icy and numb, melted into your warmth. In her arms, you were weightless, your whimpers harmonizing with the pink caress of dawn that teased the surface of her skin through the treetops. Tears mingled with the wetness of your tongue; a slick, salty tang that stripped Abby bare.

She’d taste you forever if you’d let her.

Against her jaw, you spoke, your cries muffled and fractured.

“I love you, Abigail. Please be okay out there," you said.

“Fuck,” she muttered, loathed to break away from you. It felt like goodbye.

With a swift pivot, you left her, forcing her to watch you walk away, twigs snapping under your footsteps. The heavy burden of sadness split her down the middle.

It took her years to gather the courage to confess her feelings for you. There was a void in her life, a dull emptiness, until you entered the picture.

“Six months will go by in a flash,” Manny said, his hand dropping to her shoulder in reassurance. The collective sorrow of her squad washed over her as their hearts ached in solidarity. “You will get through this.”

“She’ll never forgive me,” Abby sniffed.

You tried to convince her that Isaac’s actions were driven by a desire to separate you both, but she refused to believe his intentions were so cruel. Time and again, Abby demonstrated her unwavering loyalty as a soldier, willingly sacrificing her life to carry out Isaac’s whims. This was an important mission that sought to enhance the lives of everyone in the community, including you.

Surely, after everything was over, he would allow her the safety and tenderness of your affection.  

Two weeks after she had left, Abby finally got her hands on a radio to stay in touch with you. She’d gone to drastic lengths to acquire it, willing to do whatever it took. Discovering that you had packed your bags and deserted the WLF, she felt an unparalleled agony that seemed to seep into her very bones.

She has been on a constant quest to find you ever since.

With a hushed thud, Abby closes her journal, revealing a weathered photograph of you, a treasured keepsake from days gone by—one thousand and ninety-five, to be exact.

Three long years since she last held your beautiful face between her palms.

With the pen spinning effortlessly between her fingers, she imagines palm trees swaying in the breeze. Perhaps you made your way to California, lured by the promise of endless sunny days.

The walkie talkie crackles at her hip, filling the room with static. Absentmindedly, she tucks the pen behind her ear and listens.

“Yo, Anderson, there's someone at the gate asking for you.”

The pressure of a brewing headache intensifies behind her eyes, prompting her to pinch the bridge of her nose in a feeble effort to ward it off. 

The responsibility of managing a military base has proven to be a demanding task, leaving her in a state of perpetual exhaustion. Juggling the search for you and the responsibility of keeping the ship running smoothly, she hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

“Who?” she asks, completely resistant to leaving her bed. “Light a fire under Manny’s ass. He can handle it.”

"Uh, Boss, that's not gonna happen.”

The moment Abby catches wind of a familiar voice reprimanding her squad mate in the background, an explosion of adrenaline courses through her body like a supernova.

[clairellie]

hii !! first off. love your blog ?? need to read your abby fic !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 and i saw you took requests. so um. hear me out, mixing the streamer!ellie with some abby x reader content.

streamer!ellie who decides to invite her two best friends to play games and stream. abby and reader being close to each other, abby encouraging reader, cheering for her while being a dick to ellie. "you got it, you got it!" she'd say to reader as she plays. "you fuckin' moron! you lost!" she'd say to ellie. anyway !! chat starts to notice how sweet abby and reader are to each other and ellie reads them what people say. omg. and maybe after the stream, abby decides to take reader on a date?? sorry if this is messy. just thought it'd be cute !! mwaaah 🫶🏻🫶🏻💌

OUR CUPIDS . . .

a/n: i loveedddd this idea!! sorry if this seems bad, this was done in like 15 minutes.

includes: streamer!ellie with sweet!abby but also mean!abby..? y/n used once!!! abby being bad down.

"okay, so today, i invited 2 of my friends to play a few games with us. abby, and y/n. uhm, we decided to play a few games of fortnite, so no call of duty today. you all know y/n right, and abby, right?"

ellie was staring off into space as you and abby introduced yourself, looking at a few posters up on her wall, surrounded by a shelf full of figures.

ellie was seated in the middle, abby on the left of ellie, and you on the right of ellie. ellie didn't want you two to sit next to eachother. she despised those moments when abby was only focused on you. always helping you figure out where everyone is, reminding you to pick up some loot, and so on. she never did any of those things to ellie, because she was already "good."

as ellie was talking to chat a bit, needing help with choosing her skin before you and abby joined in. once abby finished helping you, although she was honestly just talking to you.. she sat back down in her seat and loaded in the game as you did.

ellie had a peely skin, and you had the poison ivy skin on as abby had midas on. abby said you two "had the same vibe." she liked how your two skins complimented each other, and looked like you were sort of matching, just a tiny bit.

"oh! get that loot right there." "you got it!" "reload real quick.. yeah, now shoot him in the head." abby was always cheering you on as you played. ellie side eyeing chat, knowing that theres some kind of vibe between you and abby.

it took a while for the match to end, none of you getting a #1 royale. somehow, ellie died first. you and abby kept looking at each other almost every time ellie did one of her high-pitched screams or loud ass gasps. then you died. then abby died.

"HAH, you fuckin lost." abby said in a joking manner. ellie was pisseddd off. she couldnt believe the fact that she died first. it was usually you who died first, but ellie?! "you can shut the fuck up abby" "well i wont."

you had forgotten about chat. completely forgetting that people were watching you play a game. ellie looked over at chat, a few things caught her eye.

"THE WAY ABBY LOOKS AT HER?!" "they should js get married alreadyyy." "plz dont start the ships again."

ellie grinned, ammused by the way chat is obsessed with you and abbys relationship. "chat loves yall together, start dating already."

abby looked at her with a confused face, "excuse me....?" "look at chat. the way you look at her, the way you speak to her compared to me? come on now!"

you looked over at abby, thinking about what it would be like to date her. you now realize you already had some feelings for her.. but those got stronger. you would love the feeling of abby's lips on top of yours, the feeling of her hands holding your waist...

time went by quickly now that you werent really focused any more. a few minutes later, ellie shuts off the stream. "yall wanna get some food realllyyy quick?" ellie asked, now standing up. "yeah just give us a sec." abby said, getting her shoes put on and her leather jacket.

abby looked at you, "you wanna go on a date with me?" you stared at her, confused and in shock now. how could this all happen so fast? first you were just hanging out with eachother, then you find out you reallyyy like her, and now she feels the same way?!!

"i-i mean sure! i would love that."

"what time works best for ya?"

[mejillasdcerezos]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ Imagine Abby in the universe of pride ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ and prejudice🏛️🤍

‧₊˚ After she refused to marry a man and ran away from him, Abigail, the Andersons' daughter, would gain a terrible reputation. Her reputation was so tarnished that she decided to disconnect herself from everyone and leave with no sign of her movements, aside from her family. The result of her father's illness, caused her to make the choice to board the plane so she could return, getting back with an entirely different appearance and ending all connections to past appearance as Abby Anderson. Nevertheless, the rumors of her enormous fortune, which she inherited from her late father, were gradually restoring her reputation, drawing the interest of a few lady’s who are inquisitive and captivated.

Reader who is still a single woman with no prospect of love, she found refuge in literature and imagined a world apart from her completely disastrous family with a mother desperate to marry off her sisters to an aristocrat man at any cost.

Probably Miss Anderson's direction toward a large family and middle-class status may have been the result of prejudice and pride.

[ourautumn86]

Would you be open to writing Abby Anderson x veterinarian reader (Like it takes Place in the cannon apocalyptic world and the reader is the veterinarian at the WLF)

puppy love (lil blurb!)

abby anderson x fem! reader

cw: just some anxiety and panic from abby, needles, a tiny bit of blood (normal for injections) and fluff. mutual pining!🤍

aw this idea is so cute!

like imagine baby alice catching a stomach bug and getting really sick (poor thing :( ), and abby quickly takes her in between her strong arms and runs towards your clinic in the WLF, panting and with a panic attack by the time she gets there, scared that she was gonna die since she was so little.

and as you work and take the puppy in, you are reassuring her that everything will be okay, and that she’s just dehydrated due to all the vomiting.

and even though it breaks her heart, she watches. watches as you cut and buzz the hair on her little tiny paw and find a vein to stick a needle so big she fears for the puppy, her blue eyes watering at the sight of blood sticking to your fingers.

and once everything is done and alice is peacefully sleeping with a drip on her paw, you shush abby.

“is she gonna be okay? please tell me she’s gonna be okay. i’ve only had her for a week! she can’t die. she can’t…”

you hush her, your warm palms taking her shoulders and caressing up and down her muscled arms to calm the panicked girl in from of you.

“hey… everything’s gonna be okay. it’s just a stomach bug. she’s a strong pup. she’s gonna make it.” you promise with a sweet reassuring smile. and abby might be falling fast just for that. cause you’re soft, and sweet, and smart, and you don’t mind spending the whole night up with her in the clinic to keep an eye on the puppy, assuring her that she’s just fine.

and by the time alice is back to jumping and barking and licking all over abby’s face she was completely smitten with you.

“see, i told you everything would be alright.” you smiled at her, petting alice, who basically jumped to your arms from abby’s to lick at your cheek. “oh! you’re welcome alice, you’re welcome…” you laughed, scratching behind her ears. “i think she likes me.” you said to abby, happy.

“she’s not the only one.” abby muttered back and when you stared at her, her blue eyes were on yours. your whole face flushed at her words.

“well… i like you too.” you talked to alice, by a moment your eyes meeting hers once again at the end of the sentence.

let’s say… you met abby a couple more times after that. and that you found out that you really liked her.

you two end up dating, become the cutest couple of the whole WLF and alice ended up with two mommies <3.

[ladykiller27]

Rich Surgeon! Abby HC's

this is completely self indulgent and i will not apologize. xoxo, a

I feel like Abby is definitely an ortho god, so she works long shifts and is definitely on call often.

Her reputation at the hospital also proceeds her, especially since her dad is head of neuro.

Her doctor salary means she'll go to any lengths with money for her girl.

You looked at something for more than a minute? It's bought. She thinks you might like it? Left on the counter for you whenever you wake up.

However, due to her long hours, I'd like to think Abby really enjoys being taken care of by you. Running a bath before she gets home, making sure there's takeout in the fridge.

Days off are either spent rolling around in bed, or out doing an acitivity. I feel like there's no in between.

Whenever you go out, let's say one of her conferences or galas put on by the hospital and their associates, she cannnot take her eyes off of you.

Touchy and possessive for sure.

Definitely the type to tell you all the things she wants to do to you. "Can't wait to take you home baby, gonna have you on your knees for me."

Always follows through. Not a stranger to eating you out over and over, and that's just the beginning. "Shit baby, you taste so good."

Strap game? Godly. Never fails to make you sound like a squeaky toy. "Attagirl, take it just like that. Fuck, you take me so good."

Definitely whimpers when she gets close, especially loses her resolve. "Yeah, that's my girl, fuck--" "Gonna come baby, c'mon. Tongue out."

Always sweet after. Makes sure you're okay, and definitely clings like a koala to you after.

i got carried away bye.

[flor4de4amor]

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thinking abt personal trainer! abs n gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

personal trainer!abby who’s incredibly handsy and enjoys getting under your skin. she’s never sparse with praise and enjoys watching you get flustered when she calls you a “good girl” for lifting a weight you wouldn’t have been able to lift a month ago. 

personal trainer!abby who stares at you while doing intensive workouts (like, hip thrust and quad rolls) with some of the most guttural moans you’ve ever heard. she can't help herself!

personal trainer!abby who is disgustingly jealous when it comes to you. her eyes glint mischievously when you wear tight leggings, showing off your ass, for her of course. she’s the only one ever allowed to spot you. when eyes linger on you for too long while you’re working out, she sends a harsh death stare to the person. who’re they to watch her girl?

personal trainer!abby who brings new foods for you to try during bulking/cutting season. she feeds you the spoon affectionately, “is it good?” she asks, sparse hairs in her eyes and her voice soft. you nod in eagerly, smiling through your answer. she grins, “good. i’ll bring you a dish of some later this week alright?” she has the proudest look on her face. 

personal trainer!abby who benches double  your body weight and winks at you while she does so. “don’t be shy princess,” she winks at you. “if you ever need someone to carry you around y’know who to call.” she grins watching you get flustered.

personal trainer!abby who does pushups with you on her back, sweat coating her brow, and she grunts. her heart fluttering as you giggle atop her back, asking her stupid questions like ‘am i too heavy?’ she clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes, “shut up pretty girl.” she retorts while continuing her set.

personal trainer!abby who's like a feral dog watching you do your workouts. she knows you're her client, but she can't help but froth at the mouth when you ask her for help. she should be more professional, but she can't deny your pretty face and sweet smile.

[atyourmerci]

I only tell her I love her when I wanna fuck her

Mean!abby headcannons

CW: smut, MDNI, mean!abby, dom!abby, sub!reader, toxic relationship, abby and her gotdamn strap, breeding, degradation, praise if you squint and turn your head to the side, overstimulation, established safeword, don’t date women like this

A/N: brought to you by me regressing to crazy high school me to find ideas for this!

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Mean!abby who refuses to let you talk to other girls, who cares you broke up five times already? You know you are hers. Of course she could go off and fuck any girl with a beating heart…but she always thought of you!

Mean!abby who sent the girl you started talking to after her pictures of you fucked out on her strap, a soaking pathetic mess. Sent with the caption, ‘look how cute your girlfriend looks soaking my cock’

Mean!abby that facefucks you till you’re gagging, tears welling in your eyes. Holding you by the back of your scalp, lips touching the base of her cock as spit covers your face. “You want it? fucking work for it,” pulling you off her strap just to rut her hips back into your throat.

Mean!abby who insists on breeding you, every. fucking. time. you come back. “My fucking pussy, you know she’ll always be mine,” she’d say pumping relentless thrusts into you, you swore when she got like this she could actually do it. After you’d come she’d take own sticky cum that pooled under her strap, shoving it so deep inside of you that your vision goes white, “good girl take my cum, just like that.”

Mean!abby who only turns the vibrator higher after you come to hear you scream, watch as you squirm around under her. “You fucking like it slut, quit screaming,” she’d say grinning ear to ear, she loved seeing you so sensitive, not that she’d ever admit it. “Abby too much!” You said nearing a forgotten amount of orgasms that night. “Do you need to use your word?” She’d question, the first hint of remorse hidden in her proposal. You shake your head in refusal. “That’s what I thought, shut up and give me another one.”

Mean!abby who won’t let you finish. She’ll make you fuck yourself with her dildo, even while you beg her, panting sweaty mess because you can’t get yourself off without her. She’ll just watch you, laughing at how pathetic you look. “I wish you could see how fucking pathetic you look right now.” So she’d place you in front of her mirror to watch yourself, pouting as she pinches at your nipples just to fuck with you.

Mean!abby that will never admit she’s fucking obsessed with you. Obsessed with making you cum. Obsessed with knowing you’ll always belong to her.

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[doormuncher3]

James bond/spy abby x theif/hacker reader

(I imagined Abby in this as the Daniel Craig bond, cause you know Blond buff = Blond buff)

*You meet on a mission in Cuba. She was sent there by MI6 to extract an important asset. It was you who was captured by rebel insurgents after succesfully stealing sensative info from MI6 and the insurgents*

She holds your upper arm in a tight grip as she makes you follow her down the hall. Your hands were cuffed at the front, and you were wearing the same black dress you were caught in at the gala three days ago.

Her breath heavy with a silencer embrandisged gun in her right hand she walks with purpose pulling you to match her brisk pace.

"You do know we are going in the wrong direction?"

you say with a playful tone, she looks at you briefly not amused, dark eyes scanning your face. Both marching down an empty hallway and taking a right turn you're faced with a group of three soldiers.

Abby pushes you out the way and runs into the line of fire quickly disposing of the two gunmen with incredible swiftness. She then turns to the last man armed with a bowie knife pulling the trigger but the gun jams and at that moment she takes the bowie into her right shoulder. She takes his hand in hers yanking the knife out tourturously slowly from the struggle and turing it on him. They struggle some more but she overpowers him and as he collapses to the floor on his knees she uses the last of her effort to stick the knife in his throat effectively ending his life on the spot, his body falling limp infront of her.

Troughout all of this youre standing there staring. This was nothing you haven't seen or done before but you can't help but be enamoured by her gorgeous, disheveled figure looming over this man. She removes her jacket slowly her sweaty face scrunching from the pain, her hand going up to loosen her thin black tie. Then slowly looking up at you she let's out a deep sigh.

"...Lets go."

is all she says, and thats when you snap out of the haze she had you trapped in.

You both barge out onto the underground parking lot and she takes you to her car. She opens the passenger door for you and motions you to get in with her head pointing towards the cars direction. You stare at her face breafly before looking down at her free hand covered in and dripping blood onto the floor.

"Get...in" She says firmly and you do as she says

She walks back to the drivers side and gets in. Leaning her head on the headrest and closing her eyes she sighs to compose herself. She smelled like blood and looked pale the exhaustion taking over her beautiful features you wanted to reach up and clean the blood off her face, so out of impulse you reached and so did she grabbing your wrist and turning her head to the side to stare at you her eyes half lidded.

"Sorry i- i just" you said stuttering. She kept staring at you her gaze unrelenting. You were sure she could hear your heart beat in that moment and embarrassed by her percining gaze you decided to look away first.

"We should go to the hospital" you said looking at her bloody arm limp on her thigh

"No, they'll be looking" she said lowly

She took her hand off your wrist and started the car.

"You should let me drive"

"You don't know where we're going, nor do you know where we are" she spoke voice hoarse

"How long have you been trailing me?"

"As long as it took them"

"As long as it took them to, what?"

"Get you to cuba"

"Shit, thats not good" is all you could think trying to keep your cool.

"You know i don't have it anymore, right?"

She looked at you

"And what might that be?"

"Don't act dumb, we both know why you extracted me"

She smiled slightly

"Enlighten me"

You finally pulled into the driveway of a house in the middle of nowhere. It looked too clean from the outside almost like it was brand new.

"Follow" she said getting out of the car and shutting the door behind her. You did just as she said and followed her into the house.

She walked in and tried to walk to the kitchen but her knees felt weak from the blood loss. She crashed on the large couch. You walked in after her and stood there looking at her limp expression. Eyes closed and jaw locked she threw her head back in pain. You walked into the kitchen searching for something to get the cuffs off with. There was a clear view of the living room from the open kitchen and you watched her groan on the couch. You tried ignoring her but you couldn't. So you made your way over.

"Tell me where you keep your cuff keys"

She turned to look at you jaw locked and breath labored. She was dazed by the pain, the way she looked at you needy.

"Fuck" you said hating that you couldn't just ignore her, ransack the house and find the dammed key yourself. You walked to the bathroom and opened a the cupboard under the sink finding a first aid kit. You went back to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and made your way back to her.

You put down everything beside her on the coffee table and proceeded to sit on her lap for easy access. You reached to unbutton her top and she grabbed your hand again but this time she took your hand trowards her front pocket.

"Your key" she straind out

You took the key from her pocket and removed the cuffs. You then slid off her shirt as she whined and grunted from the pain. The wound was large, rivers of blood pouring out all at once. You couldn't imagine the pain she was in, so you reached for the wiskey and held it by her mouth holding her jaw.

"Open" she looked at you and opened her mouth to accept the drink. Your eyes on her lips you could feel her low gaze on your face as you poured more than enough of the bottle into her mouth. Using your thumb to wip the excess of her bottom lip when finished.

You proceed to care for her shoulder stiching and bandaging her up. Her breath heavy she would groan and wimper at the slightest touch, falling in and out of consciousness by the time you were done. When you were finally finished and got up to leave. She held on to your waste groaning in your shoulder from the pain of holding on.

"Stay"

"You have to lay down" you said quietly but she didin't let go

"I'm not leaving just lay down"

you felt her grip loosen on you and you finally got her to lay down on the couch. You walked to her bedroom trying to find some type of blanket to cover her with and found her laptop in a millitary grade duffle in the closet. You went back to her laptop and blanket in hand. Resting her head on your left thigh and her laptop on the other as you started to dig trough her files.

"Thanks for the rescue agent Anderson" you said to her sleeping head on your thigh tucking her hair behind her ear.

*Thank you so much for reading, and please let me know your thoughts!!*