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BITE THE HAND

| you misbehave at an important event with abby, she puts you in your place.

| wc: ~3.7k

| cw: vague plot tbh, abby's a premed major, abby smokes cigarettes, punishment, brat!tamer abby, f!reader, spanking, edging, overstimulation, degradation, oral, fingering, strap usage (all r!recieving), mean!abby, praising, mentions of aftercare but not really a full scene of it, abby gets called mommy, lmk if i'm missing something

Abby’s really pissed off; she’s genuinely infuriated. You were embarrassing her; in front of  a lot of people who mattered. Important people, who determined what was going to happen with her future. She brought you to the banquet because she wanted to share this moment with you. She wanted to show you off to her peers and brag that you were supportive, and the best girlfriend that she could ask for, but you weren’t being supportive. 

You sit yourself down to sulk; spinning your straw around in your drink. You let out an agitated sigh. It’s boring here. Not only was it boring, Abby hasn’t paid attention to you the entire night. You thought that she was going to show you off, you even bought a new dress for this! But she didn’t seem to pay you any mind.

She seemed really interested in all the other people here though. From your point of view, Abby has spent the whole night bragging to them about her accomplishments. You’ve seen her arm get rubbed in amazement more times than you can count; it didn’t matter to you that they were just being friendly, that was your arm to rub. That was your girlfriend to praise. Every time you tried to insert yourself into conversation, Abby brushed you off. If she was already treating you like you were embarrassing her; you’d do it for real. 

Abby walks over to the table you’re sitting at. “Hey, can you get up for me? Want you to meet someone.”

You look up at her. “Oh, now you want to show me off?” 

“What are you talking about? Been trying to get you to meet people all night.” She puts a hand on your shoulder and rubs it up and down; a signal for you to stand.

“I don’t want to meet anyone.”

She scoffs; puts her pointer and thumb on the bridge of her nose and squeezes. “Please, baby, I really can’t deal with this right now.”

“Fine,” You say, standing and lacing your arm through her’s.

You walk over to an older man in a tux. Abby smiles politely at him.

“Doctor Smith, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend.” She says.

You shake his hand, trying your hardest to act like you want to be there. 

“So nice to meet you. You know, you have a rather impressive girlfriend. Miss Anderson is one of the best students I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, she does well to remind me.” You reply. You see Abby give you a look from the corner of your eye. The look isn’t a kind, loving one. The look says be fucking polite.

Luckily for you, the Doctor laughs and pats Abby on the shoulder. “She’s a firecracker, huh!”

“That’s one word for her.” Abby says. Now it’s your turn to shoot her a look, she ignores you, continuing her conversation with the Doctor. 

After they talk about the class that Abby is in, he says goodbye to you both, walking away to mingle.

“Come here,” Abby says. Before you can even ask her where, she’s yanking your arm and dragging you behind her.

You feel like a dog being yanked by the leash, her strong arms left no room to shimmy out of her hold; forced to go where she wanted. She pulls you into a family restroom and locks the door.

“Jesus Christ! What is wrong with you? That was embarrassing!” You practically yell at her, placing your hands on your hips.

“Embarrassing? I’m embarrassing you? You’ve been a brat the whole fucking night, sitting there with a goddamn pout on your face.” Abby says back at the same volume. You’re sure if anyone walked by they could hear you, but neither of you seemed to care.

“I’m not being a brat, you’re not paying attention to me.” 

“That’s because this isn’t about you. I wanted to bring you here so I could show everyone how supportive you are; how much patience and love you show me even though I am so busy with work, but I guess they don’t get to meet that version of you!” Abby yells at you, clearly frustrated with your attitude and accusations.

You’re rendered silent. You guess you don’t know what you thought this was going to be, maybe you had a different idea of the evening than Abby did. You slowly start to realize that you may be in the wrong; that you may have created some narrative in your head that Abby was ignoring you when really, she was trying to include you.

Abby sees you thinking, “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

Abby stands in shock, but she doesn’t let it show. She turns around and rubs a hand over her face. You’ve never apologized so fast. Usually it took a lot of coaxing to make you realize that you’ve done something wrong, but not this time. “Sorry for what?” 

“For– y’know,” you wave your hands around. Saying sorry was one thing, but you know what she really wanted from you; she wanted you to say you were being a brat; that you had been bad and embarrassed her.

“No, I don’t know.”

You whine, “Abby, you do know.”

“Listen, here’s what we’re gonna do; we’re gonna stay for thirty more minutes, and then we’re going to go home, and I’m gonna make you say why you’re sorry, alright?” 

Tears well in your eyes. Abby was relentless when it came to punishments. Even if you told her what she wanted to hear after the first ten minutes, there was no stopping her. It’s like she became a completely different person. With how mad she looked, you knew you were in for it tonight. Suddenly, you want to stay at the banquet, afraid of what will happen when you step foot into your joint bedroom. 

Abby watches as you fiddle with your hands, and despite how angry she was, she takes a deep breath and walks over to you. She lifts up your chin and plants a kiss to your forehead, reminding you that no matter how much you piss her off, she’ll never stop loving you. She walks out of the bathroom, swinging the door open and extending a hand behind her so that you would grab on. You quickly lace your fingers into her’s and let her pull you out of the small room. The rest of the time you’re there, you try your hardest to stay on your best behavior. This time, it’s harder, because you’re studying your every movement to make sure it won’t piss Abby off more; scared of what the girl would do to you if you kept acting up even after the talk. You do well the rest of the night though, and when Abby says her goodbyes, you cling extra hard to her arm; looking for comfort in the girl who’s about to put you in your place.

When you get into Abby’s car, she pulls her box of cigarettes out of her glove box; grabbing one and lighting it. A familiar pop song is playing on the radio, and there’s wind blowing through Abby’s cracked open window. 

She takes a long drag and looks over at you, “You know you can say stop at any time, right?” She exhales the smoke.

“Yeah,” you answer, meekly. 

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

The rest of the drive is silent. Abby finishes her cigarette and lights another one. You wish she would let you smoke one, but every time you ask, she gives you a lecture about how she wishes she never started and how bad they are for you. Since you were already in for a lecture about another thing; you figure it’s best to not ask her for one. She pulls into her spot at the apartment complex. Abby steps out of the car and comes over to your side, opening the door and offering a hand to help you out. You gladly take it; happy to soak up the last bits of nice Abby before she completely turns on you. She walks behind you as you go up the stairs to your door. She uses her key to unlock it, and you both walk in. Abby throws the keys onto the table that sits by the door.

“You know how I want you.” She says. It feels like her voice has already dropped lower.

You nod your head at her and walk into the bedroom, stripping off your dress and undergarments. You bend over the bed. Your legs kick up a few times, a nervous tick that only comes out in this situation. The waiting was brutal. You knew that Abby was in the kitchen preparing a glass of water and making sure the aloe vera gel was in the fridge so that when the punishment ended she’d be ready for aftercare, but it didn’t stop the anxiety from creeping in.

You hear Abby’s footsteps come closer and you fix your position; knowing it’ll only be worse if she catches you slacking. Abby sighs and rubs a hand up and down your back, it slowly starts to trail down to your ass.

“Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

“Yes,”

“Tell me why I’m punishing you.”

She grabs a handful of your ass and releases a few times; it distracts you for a moment. She pats it lightly to remind you of the question. “Was a brat, embarrassed you in front of your friends and teachers.”

“That’s right. You just can’t help yourself, can you? Always gotta act up when I need you to be good. The night could’ve gone so much different, huh baby?” Abby moves around the bed and squats down so that she’s face to face with you. She pouts when she sees the tears welling in your lower lash line. “Poor girl, now you gotta be put in your place. Can’t have you doing that again, right?”

You sniffle, “No,” 

“No,” she mocks. She takes a deep breath and stands, moving back to where your ass is in the air. “Gonna give you ten, alright?”

“Okay,”

She starts slow, rubbing up and down your ass again. She loves to work you up; loves to get your energy so high that you listen for every shift of her body. It works every time. After a while, you can’t help but become hyper aware of everything that’s happening in the room. Your back arches against your will; Abby’s movements turn you on although that’s not the point of them right now.

She scoffs, and lands the first smack to the right side of your ass. You yelp at the sting. She spanks you twice more on the same cheek before grabbing it harshly. You push your head into the bedsheets, letting your tears make a stain. She moves her hand to the left side, delivering three more hits to even out the punishment. Your tears were falling silently before, but now you can’t help but let out sobs at the pain on your ass. 

Abby pulls you up by the hair, forcing you to stop hiding. “You see what bad girls get? They get a spanked ass and no mercy from their mommy.”

“I’m sorry!” You wail. 

“You’re gonna be.”

She smacks the spot where your ass meets your thigh on both sides. You’ve always hated when she does this; you couldn’t sit comfortably in a chair for a few days when she hits that spot. She delivers two more hits to each cheek and steps back. She lets you cry for a bit and admires her work. She loves how easy it is to break you. She just has to tell you you’re a bad girl a few times and give you a couple of smacks and you’re apologizing; begging to show her how good you could be. That wasn’t enough for Abby though. She wanted you completely at her mercy. She wanted to turn your brain into mush so that you couldn’t even imagine ever being bad again. 

She decides she’s spent enough time looking at your backside and walks back up to you, flipping you over on the bed so that you were looking into her eyes. She doesn’t break eye contact as she shoves a hand down between your bodies, swiping a finger through your folds. You watch her pupils dilate as she realizes how wet you are.

“Seriously, sweetheart?” You don’t say anything in response, you’re not sure if the embarrassment or the fear took over, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to answer her. “You’re disgusting, you know that? Can’t believe you’re getting off on this. ‘Supposed to be a punishment.”

“Sorry,” you mumble. 

If Abby was good at one thing, it was making you embarrassed. You don’t even care though, because her finger is still running up and down your folds, gently touching your clit every once in a while. You try not to jump at the shock of electricity it sends through you when she touches it because you don’t want her to stop. Unfortunately, she catches on and removes her hand.

“Move up.”

You comply and go to the top of the bed. Abby stays close to you as she makes her way up too. It makes you feel so small; it makes you feel hunted. You sit up on your elbows once you’re at the top of the bed. She smooths her hand over your stomach and glaces down, looking at how your hips twitch every time she moves it lower.

“Want me to touch you, baby?”

“Yeah,” you say, basically a whisper.

“Think you deserve to be touched?”

A frown pulls at your lips, “No,”

She mirrors you and puts on a faux frown, “That’s alright, mommy’ll take care of you.”

Before you know it, Abby’s made a home between your legs and her tongue is diving between your folds. She laps at your cunt like it’s her last meal. You gasp at the sudden sensation and buck your hips, trying to grind on her face. Her nose hits your clit and you feel dizzy. The pleasure is too much. The punishment paired with Abby’s degrading words already had you reeling, and now you felt your headspace start to slip. Your ears feel stuffed with cotton as you whine at the strong girl below you. She licks a particularly sensitive spot and your thighs try to squeeze together, but her shoulders stop you. You put a hand on top of her head, trying to slow her down or reposition her, you weren’t sure at this point.

“Close– I’m close, mommy”

She hums into your cunt, but doesn’t give you permission. You whine, trying to remind her of your predicament while also trying to focus on not coming. You feel like you’re about to fall over the edge. The hand on top of her head is now trying to push her away. You didn’t want to come without permission, but you knew you would if she didn’t stop. Suddenly, Abby’s mouth is off of your cunt. You gasp; legs snapping closed at the ache that’s left behind.

You try your hardest not to say anything about the orgasm slipping away; knowing that Abby hates complaining. She had you believing you would be able to come for a split second. It felt like you could have reached out and grabbed it. 

“Bad girls don’t get to come.” Abby pants.

You start crying for what feels like the millionth time that night. Abby pushes your legs back open, inserting two thick digits into your weeping hole. You basically scream at the intrusion; sensitive from the ruined orgasm.

“So fucking easy to get you to be my good girl again, isn’t it? Just needed to be put in your place, didn’t you?” Abby says.

You’re not paying attention; head floating away from the amount of pleasure you’re getting from her fingers thrusting in and out of you. Abby grabs your face with her free hand, forcing you to look at her and focus on what she's saying.

“Dumb girl, get you all full and messy and you can’t even talk.”

The cruel words send a wave of arousal through you, and Abby smirks when she feels it.

You feel the knot tighten again, and your brows furrow; your mouth forms an ‘o’. Abby notices, watches you closely; sees how far she can push you before you break. Your mouth closes and you pull your bottom lip into your mouth, biting hard so that you focus on the pain from that and not your impending orgasm. Right when you feel the wave start to come, Abby pulls her fingers out of you, wiping them on your stomach.

“No!” You shout this time. 

Abby doesn’t even entertain you. She moves off the bed and goes to the closet, getting out the box that holds her black strap. As she puts it on, she watches you on the bed. You’re holding your tits for comfort as your legs shake. You have your eyes closed, and you’re taking big, deep breaths. Abby makes sure the strap is secure and walks back over to the bed. You open your eyes when you feel the bed dip down. You’re met with the thick silicone and you can’t help but gulp. Again, Abby watches your reaction. She’s always been a watcher, it’s what gets her turned on. Seeing the effect she has on you; how her words, her hands, her strap mess with your head in their own way. After you’ve been dating this long, she knows exactly how you’ll react to whatever she draws out, but she loves to watch you every time. 

“Gonna let mommy fuck you, baby? If you’re really good, I’ll let you come, okay?”

Before she’s even finished the sentence fully you blurt out, “Yeah, gonna let you fuck me.”

Abby laughs, “So desperate,”

She lines up the silicone cock with your hole and presses in gently. You’re already pretty stretched out from her fingers, and you’re certainly wet enough, but she still wants to be a bit gentle. She knows that the strap can sting sometimes; she also knows that you’ve learned your lesson by now. Once her hips meet yours, Abby lets out a grunt. Sometimes she feels like she can feel it; can feel how tight you’re squeezing her and how warm & wet you are. She knows the strap isn’t attached to her; knows that she can’t feel it, but that doesn’t stop her from pretending she can.

“Fuck, so tight, bunny.” She grunts out, edging the strap out before pushing it back in again, setting her pace. “Feels good, yeah?”

“Feels so good, mommy. So good.” You moan out.

Abby rearranges your limbs, putting your legs over her shoulders so she can make sure you really feel it all. You shiver at the new position, when Abby slides out and back in, she hits your g-spot perfectly. 

“Oh God,” you say.

Abby loses herself in your cunt. She’s not able to focus on anything other than how wet you are; how the strap thrusts in and out of you. She focuses on how badly she wants to make you come and how the strap has started to rub her clit perfectly. She uses a hand to grab your tit, squeezing it over and over again as she picks up her pace. This is another version of Abby. Long gone is the chivalrous Abby, and even punishment Abby. This Abby wants to make you come over and over again until you’re asking her to stop. She wants to please you until you’re sick of the pleasure. 

“Shh, you’re okay. Gonna make you feel so good now. Mommy’s not mad anymore. Just need you to come for me.” Abby says.

Your legs start to shake harder as your orgasm approaches for the third time that night. You feel it come closer and closer, threatening you. You’re scared to ask; not sure if Abby’s still playing games with you. 

“Really need–”

Abby cuts you off, “Go ahead, been so good for me.”

Her words allow the wave to crash into you. Your whole body shakes as Abby fucks you through your orgasm. Your head spins as you come back down to the room. Abby’s hips haven’t stopped once.

“Too much– can’t,” 

“Yes you can. You can, princess. You’re gonna come with mommy, okay? We’re gonna come together. Take a deep breath for me, there y’go. I’m almost there, just let me– fuck.”

Abby talks you through it, but also talks herself through it. If she knows you’ll come with her, she won’t be able to stop herself. She takes her eyes off of your cunt so she can watch how your face contorts at the overstimulation. She’s ready to tip over the edge and she sees that you are too. 

“Come, come now.”

You do as she says. Abby’s hips finally stop, the strap finds its home deep in your cunt, keeping you full while you spin out from your second orgasm of the night. 

Abby comes to first, she quietly mutters that she’s taking the strap out of you, knowing that you won’t be able to understand her anyway. You let out a small breath at the removal, and your legs fall down onto the bed. Abby massages your calf, and leans up to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Hi,” you mumble.

Abby smiles at you, “Hi, pretty.”

“Are y’still mad at me?”

“Nah, was never mad; could never be mad at you, sweet girl.”

You smile back at her. She gives your calf one last squeeze before getting off the bed. You whine; asking her where she’s going in your own blissed out way. 

“Gonna get you water, okay? Be right back.”

You nod and close your eyes. You shift and feel your ass sting. 

“Ow,” you whisper.

Although it does hurt, you’re happy to have a small reminder of Abby left on you. 

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this is my grey’s anatomy!!!!! doctor abby!!! omfg!!

SEATTLE GRACE HOSPITAL (Part.1)– intern!reader x doctor!abby

☾ ⋆*writer's note: it's here!! I'm so fucking exited!! been thinking about this for like... so long. this is inspired by the first season of grey's anatomy, but make it gay. (also! little easteregg in the pictures...the cherries...my username...yup) probably will be an on going series... at least a part 2 will be posted. also– I know nothing about medicine, so the medtalk might be gibberish. enjoy!

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☾ ⋆* summary: the alcohol just wasn't enough to numb out your nervous feeling of starting your residency at seattle grace hospital. but a new, blonde, muscular distraction approached you at the bar, turning out to not only be the greatest fuck of your life... but something else.

☾ ⋆*warnings: afab!reader but no pronouns used, reader has shitty eyesight, using alcohol to suppress feelings (kids don't do that pls), hospitals, drunk making out and drunk sex, oral sex r!receiving, enthusiastic consent, abby asks a bunch of times for permission, strap-on sex r!reciving, mentions of abby being the one receiving, gay panics, panic in general, mentions of having faked an orgasm, mentions of mediocre sex, implied age gap (r! is mid twenties, abby early thirties), reader has marks on her thighs from abby's grip, reader being anxious, death of a patient , chest compressions and cardiac arrest. mentions of surgery.

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⠀⠀⠀ ✧.* smut under the cut, 18+, mdni (MEN AND MINORS, GET AWAY!)

how did you end up here? your mind was blank. a soft memory of the bar, the blurry lights, you cursing yourself because you forgot your glasses. The mixture of the liquor on your veins and the fact that your eyesight was shitty, made everything blurry. you remember finally paying attention to the girl seated close to you, who was gulping down a whiskey on the rocks. you remember thinking why the fuck was she drinking that, when she could drink something else sweeter, that didn’t taste like shit. meanwhile, were sipping a cold pink drink whose name you couldn’t remember, but you were also taking shots of tequila every chance that you got, cause it was a fucking shitty day. the frustration from the events that had happed that day, mixed with the anxiety of the following, was a combination of emotions that you intended to numb with the liquor you were consuming. turns out, they were just enhanced by it. so you figured you needed another distraction, one that was blonde, had muscles and was staring right at you. 

how did you end up here, again? you didn’t let your mind travel too far, cause at least you were in your house. you were drunk, your head spinning a little, but at least you remember how this stranger approached you. while you were looking at her drink in the bar, she was watching the array of empty shot glasses in front of you. “tough day, huh?” she asked. a sweet voice making you turn your head to the side and look at those dark blue eyes. 

“yeah. are you having a tough day yourself?” you asked, facing her with your whole body. you could feel her drawing you in, like she was some sort of magnet. she was definitely staring at you the whole night, cause there was nothing but familiarity in her eyes. like she was used to observing you. 

“just the usual day.” she said, before taking a sip of her own drink, then swirling it around, making the ice hit the glass. you looked at her hand; no engagement ring. so you had a shot, the only thing missing was figuring out if she was into girls. you looked at her, her big strong arms under the tight black sweater she wore, accompanied by a pair of light wash jeans. her hair was in a braid, long and blonde. she wore a pair of gold light frame glasses that were now laying on the table in front of her where she was seated. 

“hm, same here” you said, shrugging. 

“well, cheers to that then” she said, tilting her glass towards you a little bit. you did the same, with a small smile on your lips, after which both of you took a sip from your own cups. 

“let me buy you a drink?” you asked. 

she furrowed her brows a bit, a small smirk appearing on her lips. she looked to the side, before replying to you. “i’m not used to being the one that gets offered that,” she smiled, looking straight into your eyes. “usually i’m the one offering to buy pretty girls drinks” she said, flustered.

you smiled at her small confession, cause now everything was set. she wasn’t married, she approached you, and now you knew she liked girls. it was like everything was laid out for you perfectly, and you couldn’t say no to that. 

“well, just cause you're more masculine doesn’t mean you have to be the one buying the drinks” you said, before getting up and sitting next to her, your legs almost touching at the bar stool. she looked at you in awe, her eyes shining watching you take the seat next to her, blush appearing in her face. 

now that you were close to her, you could see that her face was littered with clusters of freckles. 

“fair point” she said, her eyebrows coming up “well, if you’re gonna buy me a drink, at least you could tell me your name.”

“won’t it be more fun if we don’t tell each other anything?” “straight to it then, huh?” she said. she was the one getting you flustered now, your face suddenly feeling a bit hot, and not from the alcohol you had just consumed. your hands instantly came to your forehead, your elbows on the bar. you hid your face from her, laughing a bit in your drunken state. you then turned around, staring deeply into her eyes, both of you with a smile plastered on your faces. you could see her eyes traveling from one of yours to the other, the tension building up, the air becoming thicker. 

you turned around raising your hand a bit to get the attention of the bartender. 

“hi! could you get me one more of these and um-” you pointed to her drink “and a whiskey on the rocks” 

the bartender nodded, before saying “coming right up.” 

“so, mystery girl whose name you don’t wanna reveal.” she said, her hands resting on her knees. she was definitely too close now, you could feel your whole body tingle. you wondered if it was in fact from the alcohol. but you knew that wasn’t the only source. 

“why did you offer me a drink?” 

you laughed a bit, she was looking at you with bright eyes and heavy eyelids. “well, i thought you were pretty” you said, not being able to meet her gaze, while you played with the ice on your empty drink. 

“thought you were pretty too” she said, smiling, before both of the drinks you ordered appeared in front of you, and both of you mumbled a small thank you to the bartender. 

it was like the little bubble you were in was busted. but, it wasn’t long until it was formed again. in those two hours you spent in the bar, you learned a couple of things; abby was a great listener. she got flustered every time you called her pretty. she had a dog named alice. she had freckles littlered all over her nose and cheeks that became more apparent when she laughed. and she was making you have a fucking wet spot on your underwear just by seeing her laugh; everytime she flashed that toothy grin, everytime you made her flustered, the ache that you felt in between your thighs just became more apparent. she was too cute. 

abby learned a couple things about you; you loved extremely sugary cocktails. you were not a dog person, but you still loved them. you got flustered everytime her hand landed on your knee, and everytime she looked straight into your eyes. and you were pressing your thighs together. 

that’s how you ended up with your back pressed against your front door, after a drunk walk home in which she offered like four times to carry you, just cause she wanted to. she was kissing you like she wanted to melt into you, occasionally giving you soft little pecks, pulling away to look into your eyes, her hand on your cheeks. 

you felt butterflies, and you shouldn’t. because usually, drunk hookups didn’t feel like this; it didn’t feel like you already knew the person, and usually kisses didn’t leave you aching for more. she kissed you, just to kiss you. she kissed you with her whole body. she kissed you like she wanted to melt into you. 

you eventually pulled away, your lips puffy from kissing, and your eyes glossy from having them close. you turned around, reaching for your keys to open the front door. the girl in front of you just came close, starting to kiss you neck softly. you were shifting your keys, trying to open the front door. 

“need help with that?” 

“no i got it” you said, finally opening the front door, turning around, to gesture at her to enter, but she just started kissing you again, pulling you into your house, closing the front door and pressing your back into it. 

“oh my fucking god” you laughed into her neck. 

“what?” she asked smiling and her hand instinctively coming to stroke your hair 

“i… kinda have to wake up really early tomorrow” 

“oh” she said straightening her back and smiling a bit “it’s ok i can go if you don’t want to um-” 

“oh! no it’s not that. i want to, I really do! why did you think i invited you over?” 

“yeah… but just in case, you can change your mind at any second” 

“so hot that you say that” you said, leaving little kisses on her neck “if you wanna stop too just say, we can” 

“i definitely don’t wanna stop” 

“good” 

she grabbed your chin, making you look up at her. your eyes met, and instantly you came closer to kiss her, and when you did, you felt her smile against your lips. your hands moved to her arms, felt them, how hard and muscular they were. you pulled away, whispering into her lips “your fucking arms oh my god” 

she just smirked, and pulled you in again for a kiss. her hand started to travel down towards your butt. “and this fucking ass” she whispered into your lips “is driving me insane”

you two made out for what seemed like eternity against the front door, until you grabbed her hand, and guided her to your living room. 

“cute”

“well, thank you” you say, turning around and laughing. once again, the blonde girl kissed you, grabbing your waist and pulling you so close that you felt her chest rise and fall every time she caught her breath. 

she lightly pushed you into the couch, now you were seated, staring up at her, while she was towering over you. you flashed her a smile, before she grabbed your chin to kiss you again, her hand now slowly trailing up your leg, feeling your hot skin. you felt tingly, the feeling in your lower stomach only growing. and you thought you would be used to the way she kisses, like she wants to melt into you, but you didn’t; it left you aching for more every time. 

her hand traveled down, until it was just inches away from your cunt. you looked up, those dark, lustful blue eyes looking straight at you. “can i?” she asked, in a soft tone that contrasted the scene. you nodded your head, and her hand moved to cup your pussy over your underwear and jeans. a soft sigh came out of your lips, arching your back. and that sight, it ignited something in the girl in front of you. you grabbed her sweater, pulling her closer to you, she laughed, before she kissed you again. 

“sit down?” you asked 

“what?” she said, her eyelids heavy, she almost looked sleepy if it weren’t for her heavy eyes. 

you laughed a little bit. she was adorable, you felt so comfortable around this stranger. 

“oh. yeah. but you sit on top of me” 

you laughed a bit, whilst she sat down, coming up from your seat to sit on her lap, straddling her with both of your legs. your hand came to her hair, slowly playing with it, her eyes closing once again. “so demanding” 

“oh i am not demanding, cmon” she said, slowly and quietly

“yeah you are” you said, laughing

“i’m gonna-” she said, before she turned you around so now you were laying on the couch, now she was the one straddling you. it happened so fast you couldn’t process it, but when you finally did, and you saw those eyes and the smirk plastered on your face, you could hear your heartbeat becoming stronger. your expression has gone serious now. 

“what? you’re gonna what?” you asked. 

she just came to kiss you, deeper this time, her hands traveling down your body, caressing it, while you almost shaked under her touch. she felt so good, so exciting. she felt new and familiar at the same time. her hands traveled into your shirt, disappearing beneath it; your breath hitched. 

“is this ok?” 

you nodded, before coming up and taking your shirt off. she looked at you for a couple of seconds, before her hands came to caress your boobs, slowly massaging them, while she looked deep into your eyes; those eyes that made you feel like she could see right through you. you instantly bit your lip, your breath becoming heavier; your head falling back when her thumb started rubbing slow circles on your nipple. “fuck” you breathed out. she brought you closer, her big hand on your back making your bodies touch, and your back instantly arched, feeling her strong legs on your thighs; it was driving you insane, how gentle she was despite how strong she seemed. 

“your driving me insane” you mumbled, before it slipped out of your mouth. you definitely did not intend to say that. and now she was leaving little kisses on the valley of your breasts, with her hand wrapped on your waist, holding you closer. she laughed, looking up at you while she kissed down. 

“yeah?” she asked, and your head instantly fell back, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. “hm. teasing me so much” 

“well i like to take my time” she said, before traveling down with her kisses. “especially when pretty girls are so eager for me” 

“oh god” you laughed, because even if what she said was corny, it made you feel like you had a bird trapped in your chest from how strong your heart was beating. that’s all that it took- a small amount, just a glimpse of dominance and you were already aching for her. 

 “what?” she asked. “keep going please” 

“hm” she said, now making her way to your jeans “can i take these off?” she asked, to which you nodded, and she unbuttoned your pants. her hand teased you, caressing the skin that was now exposed when she undid your jeans, slowly coming down “can i?” she asked, to which you affirmed, a breathy yes coming out from your mouth. her hand traveled and disappeared beneath the fabric, coming to cup your pussy through your panties; you felt the warmth of her hand against your cunt, now the wet patch became more apparent. she bit her lip when she felt it. “have you been this wet since the bar” 

your eyes closed, your hand coming to hide your eyes, before nodding again. “cause of me?” you laughed a little, because of course it was because of her. she had seen you pressing your thighs together all night, every time she laughed or touched you in the slightest. you were about to tell her that no one else has made you feel this way; this eager and safe at the same time. but you catched yourself, not letting the alcohol make you say things you’ll regret. so you just replied with a yes. 

when she heard you, her hand moved to now rub circles in your clit, your underwear still acting as a barrier; so slow it was agonizing, but moans and breathy sounds now were escaping your mouth. “you’re so sensitive” she said, before running her fingers through your folds, still the fabric in the middle. 

“god–please,”

“hm?” she asked, before her hand slipped beneath your underwear, now her digits actually coming in contact with your pussy. your back arched instantly, a loud moan leaving your mouth, followed by your hands coming to cover your mouth, shocked at your own sounds. “oh, this was what you wanted then?” to which you just nodded, already drunk in pleasure, the funny feeling in your lower stomach growing even more. 

she kept moving her fingers slowly, whilst you became even more soaked, and now the room was being filled by your breathy sounds. and the blonde girl felt her own aching in between your legs, enhanced from the sounds escaping your lips. she pulled her digits away, and you gasped at the lost of contact. she smiled, it took you a couple of seconds to open your eyes again, but she was now taking off your jeans. “help me a bit?” she asked softly, and you pulled your hips up from the couch so she could slide them off your legs. she was about to sink in again, before you tugged her sweater, pulling it. she grabbed it from the back, now pulling it off, the white shirt she wore underneath coming off with it. she remained only wearing a black sports bra, her big arms and abs now apparent to you. and fuck, she was a sight for sore eyes. you let your own gaze travel, cursing yourself for your shitty eyesight. but what impressed you the most, was the fact that she didn’t mind your gaze; she didn’t try to cover up or came down onto you again, she stood there, letting you consume her. 

she smirked, before settling down in between your legs, not leaving your gaze. “wanna eat you out. is that ok?” 

“everything you wanna do is ok, no need to ask anymore” she smiled, now her hands going to the edge of your underwear, her fingers toying with the piece. 

“still wanna make sure just in case” 

“well, less talking, more working.” 

“wow, now who is demanding?” 

“never said i wasn’t”

she laughed again, before kissing your lower stomach, your eyes instantly closing, feeling her smile against your skin. her hands came down, now playing with your clit again, a soft moan escaping your lips. and she swore it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard, her chest fluttering. 

she came down, you felt her breath against your pussy, before she pulled your panties to the side. she parted your lips, before she sank in, licking your cunt. 

the feeling in your stomach grew further. oh oh. so this is how getting head is supposed to feel. fuck, you swore she was a gift sent from heaven sent just for you. you wondered where she learned to do that, before she came to suck on your clit, your legs closing involuntarily, from how good it felt, from how much it made your head spin. she grabbed your thighs, while still going at it, now pinning them against the couch. 

and you were gone, not really knowing what she was doing except how fucking good she was making you feel. you felt her hands traveling up from time to time, playing with your breasts, lovingly caressing your stomach and your thighs. you didn’t know when your high came in, the rubber band suddenly snapping, her not stopping until you ride out your orgasm completely. 

when she felt you catch your breath, she kissed your thighs, making you smile, a light film of sweat now covering your face. she smiled, looking up at you, leaving a trail of kisses before she gave you a pec on the lips, followed by a full on kiss, tasting yourself in her tongue. her hair that became a little loose from your hand gripping it now was on your face, tickling your skin. “never came just from head before” 

“really?” she asked, curious, both of you smiling. 

“yeah” 

“well they must’ve been quite mediocre at it” “mediocre at best” you said, laughing. cause compared to what she did, nothing was ever going to be enough now. you just came and you needed her to do it again. but a brighter idea, while your bodies were tangled and she stared at you lovingly came to your mind. 

you remember the box, buried deep in your closet. and just the thought of it made your core burn again. just the though of her fucking you with it made you grip her shoulders a bit harder. 

“so um” 

“yeah?” she asked, giving you a small kiss on your cheek, her lips a bit wet against your skin “i have this thing- you don’t have to if you don’t want to of course” 

she smiled, probably already anticipating what it was. you had bought after your last breakup, at the same time you had downloaded tinder; excitingly telling your friends that you were entering your “hoe era”. that quickly came to an end one mediocre fuck later. but nevertheless, you kept it just in case. “so, it’s a strap on i bought” 

“oh” she said, her eyebrows raising a bit, looking curious. “so you wanna use it like… on me?” “oh. i mean, i can if you want.” you said now, not being able to express that you were actually thinking of her wearing it. 

“what if i use it on you?”  

“yeah i gathered you would prefer that. hm, yeah, i think i want that too” “smart girl then” she said. and you laughed. yeah, you had a medical degree on your back, but you weren’t gonna brag about it now, nor that you ever did. plus, this was supposed to be a distraction. there’s not a greater cockblock other than talking or thinking about med school.

“you have no idea” you smiled, and she kissed you again, before you got on your elbows, before muttering against her “i’m gonna go get it”

she put your underwear back in place, before she asked “need help getting up?” a cocky grin on her face. you smiled, before getting up from the couch, feeling your knees weak. “I'm fine” you said, before going to your room to get it. 

you didn’t even bother turning on your light, opening your closet door, grabbing the box. you felt calm, even if your legs were slightly shaking and they felt heavy, like jelly. sex had never felt like this before, so simple, so natural even if she was a complete stranger. you though, feeling the excitement expanding now walking to the living room again, were she was sat, manspreading. jesus. 

again, the sight of her just made you want to engrave her in your memory. her blue eyes looking at you while you gave her the box. smiling. she got it open, and you just stood there over her, a stupid smile on your face, looking at her in adoration. you looked at your coffee table, how her glasses were just perfectly placed there. how her sweater and her white shirt was thrown messily on top of your coffee table books. 

when you looked back at her, she was taking her jeans off, instantly going to help her. she then put the strap on, sitting once again once she was done. and you were about to take your panties off and sink into it already, before she placed a palm on your chest to stop you. 

“if i’m gonna fuck you with this, i need to get you ready first” your knees weaken at that, instantly feeling your face hot. 

“i can take it, i’m ready” you said, cringing at your own words, how dirty they were. “gotta make sure” she said, before she grabbed your panties and took them off, peeling them from your skin slowly. you grabbed her shoulders for balance, letting her take them off completely. her hand came again to your cunt, now slowly running it through your folds, it made you throw your head back in pleasure. fuck, she loved seeing you like this. 

once again, you were lost in her touch, one of her fingers teasing your entrance bringing you back to your senses. “can i?” “please” you quickly replied, her mumbling a small fuck before her finger entered. and she got dizzy at how tight you felt around her, feeling you pulse around her. you moaned, and she tried to slowly curl her fingers up, but she couldn’t. “imma need you to relax” she said, while her other hand traveled up your torso, helping you ease up a bit. “you've done this before, right?” she asked, now curious from how tight you were. 

“yeah.” a breathy sound scaped your lips when she moved her finger inside you “yeah it’s just- fuck, it’s been a while”. 

“it's ok. same here” she said, now adding another finger, making you moan even more, feeling the slight pressure while it came in. and you couldn’t believe it had been a while for her, cause why the fuck was she so good with it. how was she making you almost come again, now on her fingers.

“you better stop now or i’ll– i’ll cum again” you confessed. 

“you can if you want to” she said

“no, want you to fuck me. please?” you said, opening your eyes to look at her. and fuck, she was gone. her eyes darker than before, her own ache growing when you begged her. 

“fuck. well if you ask me like that” she said, before taking her fingers out of you, now her hands on your waist and guiding you to straddle her again. 

you sank in slowly, her hands caressing you, giving you soft little pecks. but once you bottomed out, she lost control. her hands now gripping your waist hard, definitely leaving marks for the next day, slamming into you everytime you bounced on her. 

you lost track of it, and as much as you wanted to see her while she fucked you, your eyes instantly shut close from how good it felt. what threw you over the edge was when she started rubbing slow circles on your clit, your thrusts becoming sloppy, whilst she helped you ride her. 

“it’s ok, let go” she said. followed by your “fuck,fuck, fuck i’m gonna-” before your jaw dropped and she felt your legs shake, your body going limp. you crashed into her, your forehead rested on her freckled shoulder, her pine scent now making you even more dizzy. and in the middle of your dazed state, you just babbled a “best fuck of my life”, before doozing off completely. 

the sound of your alarm woke you up completely, a heavy feeling on your legs making you open up your eyes quickly. you looked at the time, before you looked at the legs tangled in yours. oh. that happened. so it wasn’t just a wet dream of yours, that just concocted the most out of earth, beautiful woman, that was also a sex god, no. she was real, and sleeping on your couch. you quickly looked at your alarm clock, almost gasping. you needed to shower and get ready now, cause you couldn’t be late on your first day of residency. 

you slowly got up so that you didn’t wake the blonde girl up, going to the bathroom to wash your teeth. when you looked in the mirror, you swore you had never seen yourself like this before; you eyes sparkling, your skin plump despite the aching hangover you had from last night’s endeavors. 

when you got back to the living room to pick your clothes up, she was now waking up, looking a bit disoriented. 

“um– hi” you said, and her head instantly shot back at you, a small smile appearing on her lips. “hi” she said, looking at your bare legs, then back at you. fuck, you didn’t have time to do that again. “so um, look, I really have to get going. it’s my first day of work today, and i can’t be late” you walked closer to her, picking up her sweater and her shirt, handing it to her. she smiled wider, grabbing the clothes and slowly putting them on. you wondered how she could look that angelic in the mornings. 

“you’re kicking me out?” she teased, a smirk on her face. “well–” your brows furrowed. “I can't be late” you said, while she got close to you, grabbing your waist and giving you a kiss. 

“it’s ok.” she said, looking at your eyes while holding you, making small circles on your skin. oh how you wished you had time to return her the favor. 

“well, good luck on your first day–” she stopped, now realizing she didn’t know your name. 

you said your name, offering her your hand to shake. she laughed at it, how formal it was even if she was making you almost scream just hours ago. “i’m abby” she said, meeting your gaze, giving your hand a light squeeze before letting go. 

both of you just stood there, looking at each other, giggly. 

“well, goodbye, abby” you said, now pulling away from her, while she put on her glasses and walked to the front door. you watched her open it, before she gave you one last smile, waving goodbye. 

you had to take a moment, leaning against the white wall on your entrance; just processing everything that had happened. the couple of times you have had one night stands they just were funny, awkward. a story to later tell your friends in great detail, cause it never felt intimate. 

they were filled with a lot of silent moments, uncomfortable conversations about what you wanted to do; only to find out that either you didn’t like how that stranger kissed, or that the sex was just gonna be mediocre. 

it was like reading a page of a book, a play perfectly orchestrated; making out, then head, then fucking, faking an orgasm, then falling asleep. waking up the next day with a pounding headache, them either cooking you breakfast or already leaving. 

neither of those made you satisfied. you always looked at yourself in the mirror before taking a shower, cringing at your own reflection, always saying last fucking time i’m having a one night stand. 

so, you didn’t understand how you were sure this time you just weren’t gonna tell your friends. or anyone. it felt like something you didn’t wanna break, a buble you didn’t want to pop; something intimate, just for abby and you. what a shame you weren’t going to see her again. 

after a brisk shower, and a big cup of coffee later, you dressed, grabbed your keys, the bag you had prepared for work, and you drove to the hospital. the whole drive you noticed your head just going places; wondering if maybe next week you went on a sunday night to the bar, maybe she’ll be there. imagining how many girls she picked up from bars, only to leave them shaking after giving them the best head of, probably, their whole lifes. you just had to remind yourself that that just wasn’t going to happen again. 

after a quick look in the viewfinder, and a couple of deep breaths later, you quickly got out of the car, entering the hospital. the whole time you were just wishing that the other interns would be nice. 

the thing about med school is, it really doesn’t prepare you for a 12 hour shift on a crowded hospital. neither does it prepare you to get changed in a locker room in front of you soon to be fellow residents, looking at your thighs because they had marks of where abby had gripped them while pounding into you. you changed quickly, getting into your scrubs. “are you with the sergeant?” a brunette girl asked you, standing at the locker next to yours. 

“who?” you asked. the girl now staring at you. 

“the sergeant. i guess not. who are you assigned to?” she asked

“it’s dr. burch for me” 

“oh, me too” she said, now smiling. 

“great then” you replied, smiling at her too

you took a moment to take in her appearance. she had very prominent features, a face that wasn’t easily forgettable. her brows dark, a couple of moles littered across her face, and her eyes a dark brown color. 

“i’m dina by the way” she said, while she took her stethoscope and placed it around her neck, closing her locker. she turned to look at you, but before she could speak a voice interrupted you. “i’m with burch too” a young man said. “i’m jesse” 

“dina” she smiled at him, but before you could say your name a nurse walked in. “good morning. you all have been assigned to a certain doctor, i’m gonna call out your names to make sure you’re here. once you’ve been called out, then you can go find your doctor.” 

she started calling out names; you had to swallow a lump in your throat from how anxious you felt. yeah, med school prepared you, sort of. but you were just praying that you actually got to do some surgeries and you weren’t going to stand around, doing nothing while the doctor did everything. you thought about your doctor's name; melanie burch. it sounded nice, maybe she was nice. at least you weren’t assigned to the doctor they call the sergeant; from that name only you assumed he was a bitch. 

your name was called out after dina’s, you and her moving to find dr. burch. you walked around the hospital’s corridors, but curiosity gained the best of you. “so this sergeant? is he a resident?”

“first of all, the sergeant is a she” 

fair point, you thought. you had assumed he was a man, well, cause usually they were less nice. “why the name though?” 

“so a good friend of mine knows her, kinda. she treats her interns like fucking garbage. always asking them really difficult questions. i’ve heard she even made a couple of them cry. always bossing them around, hence the name” 

“god. she sounds fucking awfull” you sighed. thank fucking god you weren’t assigned to her. 

“I swear all neurosurgeons are bitchy. it’s probably the money it gets to their heads and-” “what she’s a neurosurgeon?” you stopped her mid-sentence. 

“yeah” 

“well fuck me then” 

“oh. so you wanna be a neurosurgeon too?” dina asked, awkwardly, after she had just bashed neurosurgeons. “i mean, you can always, i dunno. pay her money? eat her out? or something” she laughed while she said it. “shut up” you said, laughing lightly and rolling your eyes. 

dina lightly punched your arm, before you two were met with a short woman with dark short hair examining some medical records. she turned around, looking at both of you. 

“i’m dr. burch, nice to meet you. congratulations on starting your internship” she said, a soft spoken voice leaving her lips. thank fucking god again, she was nice. 

The guy from before named jesse arrived shortly after, accompanied by a girl with ginger-ish hair. 

“well, the more the merrier” mel said, a sweet smile accompanying her words. “so, we’re gonna go through a typical day at the hospital, follow me please” she said, while she started walking towards the corridors. dina walked right beside you. 

you knew they were gonna be long shifts, probably sleepless nights. dina, jesse and the ginger girl were probably going to either become your greatest friends or just people you weren’t fond of, but you were forced to spend an insane amount of hours with. you hoped for the first one. so many hours of being together were probably going to mean that they were going to become the closest people to you; the people that knew the most about you. even if it terrified you, it was still exciting. 

dina leaned in while she walked, whispering in your ear “why do i get the feeling she’s like one of these really sweet people that are actually kinda evil? like they did something fucked up.” 

“dina! she’s nice” you replied, whispering back. but she sort of had a point; so much sweetness couldn’t be real. and if it was, maybe it wasn’t all that there was to her. 

“so, here we have the board where we schedule all the procedures. you have to check it every morning, have it memorized. it might change around, since we have emergency procedures from time to time.” “dr. burch?” dina asked. 

“yes?” she said, still keeping an enthusiastic tone. 

“i’ve heard that a new resident gets to scrub in on a procedure the first day”

“only dr. anderson does that. with me, all of you will get into the OR, just not today. today is about adapting and learning how the hospital works” she said, pleased with her own answer. it seemed like she had a scrip memorized. jesus, maybe dina was right, something about her was just off. but, on the other hand, you felt incredibly bad for judging her just cause she was just being nice. 

“see, she’s just too nice” dina said, now crossing her arms in front of her, whispering when dr.burch had started walking again. “i wish i was assigned to dr.anderson” 

dr. anderson you thought. it sounded nice; it was easy, simple, it sounded very doctor-ish. not like your own last name; it sounded quite out of place with a doctor before it. 

“who is that?” “i don’t know, someone who actually let’s residents scrub in the first week. cause trust me, this girl isn’t gonna let us touch a scalpel until the first week is over” “oh, haven’t you heard? we’re gonna be busy adapting” you said, a sarcastic tone and a small giggle involuntarily leaving your mouth. dina snorted, her eyes widening 

“hey, what’s so funny?” jesse asked with curiosity, while he walked behind you two. “nothing” dina said, turning around, and giving him a small smile. 

none of you except the ginger girl were listening to what dr. burch was saying. but when she cleared her throat, you gave her your attention once again. “last things now. you can call me mel, i don’t mind. if you get paged, you come immediately. here you go” she said, before handing all of you a small black machine, straight out of every doctor’s nightmare, the pager. “alright. so who wants to go run some lab tests?” 

before you could process it, dina was already saying “me” and going off with the ginger girl to spend the morning running a test for the patients they were assigned. you and jesse just stood there, waiting for mel to give you an order on what to do. 

“well then, both of you will go do check ups, and read through and update the patient's medical records. I know it’s something the nurses usually do, but you might gain some knowledge from it.” 

you sighed; great, one of the most boring tasks and it didn’t even involve basically any medicine.

you spend the whole morning with jesse running around the hospital, knocking on patient’s doors and asking basic medical questions. jesse turned out to be a bit clueless, like he was kinda wondering and following you around. that was, until both of your pagers started ringing, indicating a blue code. he turned full on doctor, both of you running around the corridor, him instructing the nurses before mel showed up. so yeah, maybe you had underestimated him. you had lunch with both jesse and dina; then back again inside, checking up medical records. 

your back hurt, your eyes were dry and threatening to close, and you still had the whole night ahead of you. then you remembered why you were so tired; you basically had not gotten any sleep that night. the thought of last night’s events popping into your head once again. 

you were carrying a couple of binders, jesse carrying the rest. both of you were walking down a corridor headed towards the archives room; you had done the same trip already like a dozen times that day. but jesse spoke, pulling you out of your head. “hey look. i think that the sergeant, dr. anderson” 

you moved the binders so you could see a small group of interns surrounding a tall figure. you had heard the name dr anderson before. it was the only doctor that allowed interns to scrub in on the first day. turns out, dr. anderson and the sergeant were the same person. 

as you got close, you saw a big, buff girl, turned around. but what made you stop dead in the tracks was her blonde, long braid. you suddenly felt as if a bird was trapped in your chest. your heart beating loudly, feeling all of the blood rush to your face. no, that couldn’t be right.

you forced yourself to do a double take. 

she was carrying a binder with her patient’s record, looking through it. wearing a white coat, the same as yours. a couple of pens placed in her pocket. she wore blue scrubs underneath, different from your typical, light blue ones that all of the residents wore. 

you noticed her glasses; the same pair she put on that morning at your house. the same pair that rested on your coffee table while she pounded into you. jesus. this can’t be fucking happening. 

jesse looked at you, how flustered you seemed. you were trying to hide in a way that wasn’t too obvious behind those binders. fuck fuck fuck; a million thoughts filled your head, but the main one was, don’t let her see you. and in that moment, you didn’t really know why, cause there was no escaping it. if she didn’t see you today, she was definitely going to see you eventually. maybe you could quit this, stop this being a doctor nonsense. yeah, move to a small town, start a coffee shop. never hook up with a stranger at a bar ever again. 

once again, jesse pulled out of your spiraling. 

“um– are you ok?” he asked.

you turned around, signaling behind you. “yeah um– i think i forgot something” a clacking noise made you stop, all of jesse’s binders fell to the floor. convenient, you thought. cause now, the sargent, or abby, or dr.anderson, or whatever the fuck you had to call her, was turning around with her brows frowned. she was trying to see who had the audacity to disrupt her. but her face turned blank when she saw you; those deep blue eyes staring into your own. she had to do a double take as well, her shook apparent, flustered. 

she started walking towards jesse to help him recollect the binders, but you quickly went away, making your way into the bathroom. your heart was beating too fast, your mind quick. 

was it illegal? i mean, you didn’t know she was a doctor here. she didn’t even look like a doctor. wait, how old was she? she did look a little bit older, but not old enough to already be a neurosurgeon. fuck. that was your desired specialty, and that meant having to spend time with her. trying to scrub in her surgeries. maybe you could just request another hospital; but that wasn’t really an option, not one that would actually happen. 

you tried to figure out a way to avoid this, a couple of ideas popping into your anxious head. but what scared you the most, what the fact that still, even knowing you were sort of her intern, you still wanted her to fuck you again. jesus fucking christ. 

your pager started beeping, making you sprint off the bathroom, once again a blue code. and in the midst of all of the running around, and trying to save the patient's life, you forgot completely about your own troubles. 

mel got there too late. you were trying to do chest compressions, the beeping monitor making your own heart skip a beat. you tried to appear collected when mel finally walked in, asking you what had happened. 

she looked at the patient, there was nothing she could do. too much time had passed since he had gone into cardiac arrest, having to declare him dead. 

it felt like you had swallowed up stones; your body too heavy. this was the first time a patient died in your hands. mel looked at you. “this is something you need to learn. i know it’s hard. you did your best, but patients dying on your hands it’s part of the job. it doesn’t mean it’s less hard.” you hadn’t noticed a small tear running down your cheek. mel looked at you in compassion. “you can go outside and catch a breath if you need to. i’ll page you or jesse if necessary” 

you wiped your tear, now walking outside the hospital. she was right; fresh air did make it a little better. the feeling in your chest slowly vanished, which signaled you that it was time to go inside and go back to work. 

you walked into the hospital once again, looking at the stairs. It was four floors. you sighed, walking to the elevator. you had been walking around all day. you didn’t feel like walking up those stairs. the effort of it made your head heavy. 

you pressed the button, waiting for the doors to open. then you got in, pressing the button that had a small four on it. you looked at your shoes, then at the doors. the elevator stopped at the first floor, the doors opening now. you were thinking that maybe since you were so tired, you had pressed the wrong button. that was until a tall, blonde girl was walking in; abby. she looked at you, letting out a deep breath through her mouth. you kept your eyes glued to your shoes. 

“so..” she said. and you felt it coming, almost involuntarily. suddenly, you were word-vomiting at her. 

“no. i’m sorry, dr. anderson, i didn’t know you were you. i mean, if i knew of course i wouldn’t have done it. this can’t happen. i'm your intern.” you finally looked at her. still only familiarity in her eyes. she crossed her arms at her chest. 

“technically you’re mel’s intern” she said, a small smirk appearing. one that you couldn’t take too seriously because of her blushed cheeks. 

“i’m sorry dr. anderson it-”

she interrupted you. “you can call me abby, you know” 

“well, that would be unprofessional.” you said. “i think what we did last night was unprofessional, this? not so much” 

her words made your cheeks burn. this was the first time you two acknowledged what happened. you couldn’t help the small laugh that left your lips, before you shook your head no, looking at your shoes. you didn’t see her walk up to you, now leaning a bit closer.

“tell me you don’t want this” you met her gaze. and it made you want to scream how her voice, rusty and low made its way straight in between your legs. 

“what? no doc–” 

“i mean. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. but, we won’t get into any trouble if no one finds out.” 

you hated how those words sounded like music to your ears. how yes, you were eager to have her again. but the rational part of your brain stoped you from saying yes and just ripping your clothes off in the elevator. you closed your eyes for a brief moment. this wasn’t worth the risk, it really wasn’t. as much as a part of you was trying to convince you that it was. 

“i’m sorry, abby.” you said now, looking at her. “i can’t do it. not only could it get me fired, both of us. i couldn’t risk that. you have no idea how much i’ve worked to get to were i am.” 

she looked at you, then at her feet. 

“ok, i understand. well, good luck, doctor” she said, before she walked out of the elevator. 

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OFF TO THE RACES.

ellie williams & abby anderson x fem!reader.

summary | you are in a poly relationship with new york’s elite women, ellie williams and abby anderson, but living in the world of power, money, and lust possesses each one of you as the dynamic amongst you three becomes more volatile and violent.

warnings | few dark elements; ellabs r extremely controlling, possessive & manipulative. adult language. drug & alcohol consumption. dark graphic violence (ellie and abby k!ll someone). (TW!) men being weirdos. reader has severe parental issues. ellie calls reader “little lamb / honey,” abby calls reader “bunny.” oh yeah, smut; sub!crybaby reader, mean!doms ellie & abby. strap ons, anal, oral, fingering, slap & slight spit kink. knife play + branding. god, mommy & daddy kink. public sex (in a church). breeding kink. degradation. (don’t worry there’s aftercare). this isn’t gonna end the way u think.

author’s note | there’s like four / five time jumps in here so bear w me lol. might make a part 2 to this if u all like it enough :’)

word count | 13.2k

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off to the races by lana del rey ♪

If Los Angeles was the city of Angels, then New York was home for all Hellbound. 

You grew up in such a glistening city, where people’s facades weren’t as hidden, illicit affairs took place, and a fifteen year old was trying cocaine for the first time. It held beauty just like Lucifer, having greater cruelty and ominous lingering beneath its soul.

You wish you didn’t get caught up in a reckless lifestyle, that you didn’t become so corrupted that you were dating your two best friends.

Ellie Williams, daughter to architect and businessman Joel Miller, and Abby Anderson, daughter to a famous renowned surgeon Jerry Anderson. The two had great power, control, and wealth – they fucking lived off of it. They were cruel and vicious to everyone. 

Ellie was a venomous scorpion, Abby personified as such a nefarious viper. The two together were threatening, and it all surprised you when they wanted you in their circle in the early start of Junior Year, easily befriending you.

You remembered it clear as day. 

You were sitting at a table, reading Jane Eyre. It was your free period, and you had not much to do, finished with all your assignments. 

The silence you enjoyed was interrupted when two figures sat themselves down at the table, gaining your attention as you peered up at the book, and noticed elite scholars Ellie Williams, and Abby Anderson. 

They were grinning at you, eyeing you like a predator did with their prey, a cascade of goosebumps running over your skin. 

“Can I help you?” You asked, bookmarking your spot before closing the book, and setting it down. 

You knew it came off rude and too sharp, but their appearance made you uncomfortable, and weirded out.

“We’ve been keepin’ an eye on you,” Ellie said, and your heart sank, not knowing exactly what that mean. “We aren’t here to ruin your life, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I mean, I don’t know,” you chuckled nervously, fidgeting with your Cartier bracelet. “You have quite the reputation.”

“So you know us?” Abby asked, and you shrugged, unsure of what else to say. 

How could you not? They weren’t just known at Faye Academy; everyone in the city knew their names.

You had heard stories of how they destroyed people, causing them to leave the city or country.

There had been talks in Sophomore Year about a student, Hailey Grant, leaving the country after Ellie and Abby made a humiliation out of her to her parents all because she got a higher test score than Abby on the Chemistry final.

So yeah, you did know them. A little too much that you’d like to admit.

“We want to invite you out,” Ellie added, and your brows knitted together, utterly confused. It was a random invitation, and you didn’t have any prior interactions with them. 

You just had Fine Arts Honors with Ellie, and English Literature with Abby — though, you never made any conversations with them, and you didn’t see the need to.

“Why? This is new, no?” You questioned, eyeing them back and forth in the moment the duo looked at one another, words kindling behind their eyes. 

“Somethin’ about you is sweet… special,” Abby confessed, and a smile threatened to curl onto your lips. “You interest us.”

“Marrona, at 8PM,” Ellie stated, getting up with the blonde by her side. “Just come by, and if you still don’t like us, you’re free to go.”

“You’re trusting a stranger? Interesting,” you lightly joked, smiling to yourself. “The world must be ending, then.”

They smiled with you, a rare expression anyone could come across. 

It was an unforgettable night that you thought of for a week before either of you approached each other again. 

Many of your friends told you to not fall for it, that you’d be a laughing stock, and would only be ruined. You didn’t know how ruined you would become, and you simply wanted to know what it would be like to sit in their company. 

You were sure it was because of your status – your mother was an heiress, and your father was a CEO of an advanced technology business. You were humble about your life, yet knew you had a higher position in life than them. You were sure they wouldn’t just let anyone in, that they were more intelligent to let a random classmate of theirs be brought in. 

The deeper you fell into their rabbit hole, you had become tainted, and cruel as them. You were their rotten apple, something they possessed and prized so admirably as you were theirs only. Before the relationship was even thought of, you weren’t allowed to talk to anyone else besides them, leaving you to drop all your closest friends, and submit only to the two girls. 

Yet, they took care of you like no one else did – expensive gifts, abrupt trips to Europe, fancy dinners, and the sex they gave you.

God, the fucking sex. 

It was them at the same time, or one coming to your place to claim you entirely. You didn’t mind it, no, you had become so immune to being theirs, you would please them. 

You don’t exactly remember how the polyamory relationship came to be; you were getting closer with Abby, Ellie didn’t like it, and the two had come to the idea of sharing you, right before twelfth grade. You weren’t opposed to it, but hated the twisted repercussions that tied into it.

During all of Senior Year, you weren’t allowed to go out without them by your side, or at least one of your bodyguards. You couldn’t get drunk, only at home, and that’s it – they had this monologue about how dangerous the world is, and how they wouldn’t be able to forgive themselves if something happened to you. 

You had no privacy, they always had a guy watching you from a distance if you went out with family, and tracked your location. Your only friends were whoever else was in their group, which wasn’t much whatsoever, so you were practically without anything.

When you all graduated, and you were planning to attend Columbia, you hoped some leniency would be kicked in from their part, but no – the two only got more dominant about everything, to the point they refused to let you share a dorm room with a girl. 

“Oh my fucking god, I’m not going to fuck her!” You yelled. “You’re being dramatic; it is better for me to live on campus so I don’t deal with traffic every morning.”

“What if she tries something?” Ellie asked, sitting down on her couch with a glass of bourbon in her hand. “You know we are just trying to look out for you.”

“No, you’re being insane,” you stated, and she scoffed, eyeing Abby. “Both of you have really got to stop this shit. I need to make a career for myself, be my own person without your crazy bullshit jeopardizing it all.”

Abby got up, now towering over you as she grinned. “Such a brat you are,” she mocked, and you shivered, glaring at her. “After all this time, we hoped you would start being appreciative.”

“I… I’m more than grateful for the both of you,” you assured softly, frowning. “But please, I'd rather be in a dorm room than some penthouse where you’re being insufferable.”

“The fuck did you just say?” Ellie asked, hastily standing up, and before you could speak, she grabbed your jaw. “Insufferable, huh?”

You whimpered, the grasp tightening, and worried she might crack a bone. “No… no,” you whispered, and the pair mockingly cooed at your panic. 

Ellie shoved you into Abby’s arms. “Deal with her, I’m in a good mood today.”

Abby held onto your wrist, seating herself down, and bent you over her lap. “Gotta keep training you, ‘specially after all this time,” she mumbled, flipping up your skirt. “Starting to think we should just replace your ball with some soap, maybe raise up the punishments.”

“No, no,” you pleaded, peeking up at her. “I didn’t mean to say—“

“Don’t fuckin’ stare at me,” Abby spat, and you whined, looking away as you could feel her hands massage your ass. “You’re lucky it’s me being lenient, not her.”

Abby wasn’t wrong there – Ellie was more harsh with her punishment, would leave you in a puddle of tears, and it would be Abby that had to reel her back into reality. You recalled the moment when Ellie had you bent over the kitchen table, hitting your ass while she kept her thick rings on, and you were in tears by the end.

You didn’t talk to her for at least two weeks, but she repeatedly apologized, and was no longer able to strike you with no more than seven slaps, and if she did, Abby had to put her in check.

You never knew why you liked being punished like this, like a ragdoll of some sort, or why you let consequences happen to you. You were human, but something about these two keeping you in check was pleasuring, and comforting in a way. 

The first hit made you squeal, kicking your feet in reaction. “Fuck!”

“Count, bunny,” she said, the nickname made your stomach turn. “I know you can do it.”

“One…” you shuddered, another strike coming after it. “Fuck– two!”

“Only doing five today, it’s okay,” she assured, kissing the back of your neck, and your ass was met with the third strike.

“Three!”

Another one.

“Four!”

And the last one. 

“Five,” you moaned, your ass burning. “I fucking hated that.”

“Me too, bun,” Abby said, picking you up, and let you sit on her lap. “Let me look at my girl.”

She took your face into her hands, fingers brushing past your ears, and grinned. “There’s my bunny, are you okay?” She wondered sincerely, a frown tugged on her lips. 

“‘M fine,” you muttered, resting your head on her shoulder as she held you. “Is Ellie mad at me?”

“You know how she is,” she reminded, and you huffed, nodding. “We love you, more than you’ll ever know. We wouldn’t be able to live if someone hurt you, or something horrible happened.”

“I know, didn’t mean to be rude,” you mumbled, and she sighed, kissing the side of your head. “I just feel like both your lives should be more than just me.”

“Oh, baby,” she sighed, bringing your head back up, and gazed at you with immense endearment, you could nearly faint from it. “You are our life. Our religion, our air, everything we want and need.”

You grinned. “You mean that?”

“Of course. Now, let’s go see Ellie, yeah?” Abby suggested, and you agreed, trailing in front of her as you walked to Ellie's bedroom in her penthouse. 

“Ellie,” you sang out, pouting. “Are you still mad?” You opened the bedroom door, finding her sitting on her desk chair with an electric guitar in her hands. 

Ellie looked up at you the second you were in her presence, and she sighed, sitting the instrument aside of her. “Hey, little one,” she greeted, opening her arms for you. You rushed to her, perching yourself on her lap, and wrapped your arms around her neck. 

“Sorry for being rude,” you mumbled into the crook of her neck. “I love you and Abby both.”

“Sweetheart, I know,” she rested her hand on the back of your head, her thumb caressing it. “We know what’s best for you, that’s why we take care of you unlike anyone else.”

Ellie wasn’t wrong there, and that saddened you. Your parents had always be mentally and emotionally distant; they were there physically, but always focused on their own issues. It was either your mother was caught up in her pill addiction, or your father having a new mistress.

There never really was time for you – you raised yourself for as long as you could remember. 

Many would say you had no reason to hate your life when you have this trust fund, nepotism lifestyle, but you would trade all of that just for parental affection and care. Yet, that never came, and the only people who tended to your needs were Ellie and Abby. 

They came into your life when you needed them the most.

“Our parents want a gathering tonight,” Abby walked into the room, clearly irritated. “First stop is church.”

“Church?” Ellie laughed. “Oh baby, it’s your parents that want that.”

You never understood why your parents went to church. They may have grown up religious, but the things you witnessed them doing led them to earning a one way ticket to Hell. 

“We could have our fun,” Abby assured, grinning. “Isn’t being selfish and ungrateful a sin?”

Ellie picked your head up off her shoulder, forcing you to look at her. “Yeah… it is,” she smirked at your protesting whines, and patted your bottom. “Get home, and get changed.”

You walked inside the cathedral by your parents side, searching around for your girls. “Ah, there’s Jerry!” Your father pointed out, taking you and your mother to Abby’s dad. “Jerry!”

Jerry turned around, grinning at him, both hugging one another. You hopped to Abby’s side, smiling up at her. “Hi,” you whispered. 

“Hey, baby,” she mumbled, gently pinching your arm. “Ellie is in the confessional booth.”

“What?” You asked. “Why?”

“You sinned,” Abby reminded, and you swallowed thickly as she leaned into your ear. “And you need to repent.”

Your parents were caught in conversation with Jerry, and you sighed heavily, rolling your eyes. You knew they wouldn’t pay much mind if you were gone for a bit.

“Don’t fuckin’ roll your eyes,” she spat, tightly seizing your wrists, and tugged you away with her. To your unfortunate luck, the confessional booth had its own room in the cathedral, and gradually spacious, giving you more than enough privacy. 

“Let the fuck go of my wrist!” You shouted, and she halted her footsteps, turning around. “I can follow, ya’know? I’m not dumb.”

Abby ignored you, suddenly tossing you over her shoulder as you screeched, furiously kicking your feet. “Ellie’s going to love hearing this,” she taunted, and you zipped your mouth, giving up all protest. 

Abby twisted open up the door to the room, putting you down on your feet, and slammed the door shut. 

Ellie was leaning against the wall, joint in her mouth, and was wearing a black suit, a bralette underneath her fine blazer. “There’s our girl,” she beamed, yet her bright expression toned down when she took notice of Abby's unsatisfied attitude. “What did she do?”

“Rolled her eyes, being a brat,” Abby said, and you looked down in shame, not knowing why you kept digging a hole for yourself. “Don’t know why she keeps doing this. Maybe we’ve been too nice.”

Ellie hummed, burning her joint out on the windowsill before leading herself into the stall, her legs spreading as she sat down. “We’ll take our turns. Kneel before God.”

You only stood still, gazing up at her. 

Abby’s hand curled around the back of your neck, getting a whine out of you. “The fuck is your problem today? Want to be ignored instead?” She wondered, and you shook your head. “It sure seems like that, bunny.”

“Bring her over here,” Ellie beckoned, and Abby guided you over to the auburn-haired girl, forcing you down to your knees. “Wearin’ such a pretty dress today. All for us, hm?”

You looked at her, hands resting on your thighs as you nodded. “Course I did. Wanted to be pretty for you both.”

“Hmm. Roll up your dress,” Ellie said, and you froze, not moving. She inched closer to your face, tilting her head. “Something wrong, honey?”

“No, ‘course not,” you muttered, fingers fiddling with the ending hem of your babydoll dress. 

“Then listen,” Abby added in, and your breath shuddered as you bunched the skirt to your waist, exposing your bare cunt. “Won’t you look at that? She thought she was gonna get something.”

“Did you think that?” Ellie asked, and you hesitantly nodded, her cruel laugh ringing in your ears. “After how you’ve been acting all day? Silly girl.”

“Where’s your rosary?” Abby wondered, and you opened up your purse, scrunching it up in your palm. “Not even a pure girl anymore, just a depraved whore for us.”

Ellie grabbed the jewelry piece, wrapping it in between her fingers as the end dangled in your face. “Abby, next to me,” she ordered, and Abby took off her leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor, stepping in the stall. 

You stayed kneeled, trying to put water to the fire you sparked. 

The tip of Ellie’s combat boot hit under your chin, raising your eyes to hers. “Get over to her,” she cocked her head to the side, and you rushed up and over to the blonde haired woman, who grinned at you. 

Abby pushed you down onto her lap, your back pressing up against her chest as Ellie pushed open the sliding barrier, mindlessly playing with your rosary. “Why are you here today?” She began, yet Abby shoved your legs open, one hand on your throat, and the other snaked down in between your thighs. 

“F–Forgive me,” you stuttered, shivering to Abby's fingers glazing over your needy cunt, “for I have sinned.”

“Go on,” Ellie agreed, and Abby slowly pushed one finger into you. “What troubles you?”

Your head fell back onto Abby’s shoulder, squeezing harder on your throat as a warning. “Fuck… I–I’ve been selfish, sir,” you continued, whining to her teasing pace. “Cruel and ruthless to those who love me.”

“And why is that?” Ellie wondered, paying no mind to you or your noises. “Do they deserve it, little lamb?”

Abby put in a second finger, the pace now running a bit higher, but made sure to not give you entire satisfaction. “Do they deserve it, bunny?” She whispered in your ear, her thumb pressing on your bud. “Tell her now.”

“No, God no,” you whimpered, placing a hand over Abby’s wrist. “I’m just… just a brat– holy fuck, fuck me.”

“Using vulgar language in front of your God, little lamb?” Ellie teased, knowing what she was getting at. 

She was your God– both of them were. They were your religion, devoting every piece of you to them, would do anything to have their forgiveness and love for eternity. 

“I’m sorry, God,” you moaned, Abby’s fingers pounding into you as you were beginning to fall apart at the seams, grabbing onto her wrist. “Fuck– Forgive me, God. I need your forgiveness.”

“You have to earn it,” Ellie stated, and Abby breathily chuckled, her breath fanning against your skin. 

“Want to be good for your Gods?” Abby asked, and you nodded, your face falling into the crook of her neck. “Gonna do anything just for us to fuck you, huh? ‘Course you are, baby. You’re filthy– look what we’ve done to you.”

A warm sensation ran in your stomach, down to your thighs as your body jolted on her lap. “Please, God,” you pleaded, tears at your waterline. “I want you, God. I’ll never sin again.”

Ellie hummed, looking at Abby. “What do you think?” She asked. “Does the whore deserve to be forgiven?”

“Might have to work a little harder,” Abby said, and you were lost in your head, your climax burning in your abdomen. “She’s going to break another commandment.”

“No, no,” you breathed, shaking your head. “I won’t do it unless God tells me to.”

“Is that right?” Abby cooed, and her free hand combed through your hair, grabbing it. Her fingers slipped out of you, tossing you down onto your knees again with a harsh thud, a soft weep eliciting from you. 

Ellie stepped out of her side of the booth, moving to yours, and you heard the rustling of her and Abby’s pants, keeping your head down. A nude Ellie brushed past you, sitting down onto Abby’s lap, both of their seeping cunts shown to your eyes. 

“Please us, little lamb,” Ellie said, and you slightly moved yourself closer, your mouth latching on Abby’s cunt, hearing a soft moan leave her. You slid two fingers into Ellie’s, who cursed under her breath, and the pair looked down at you as you stared right back at them, desperation shining in your eyes. 

“Doing s’good, baby,” Abby gently praised, her breath jagged, and looped around Ellie’s waist to keep her in place. “Keep fuckin’ going like that.”

Your mouth switched between the two, lapping up their juices as they made out with one another, sweetly moaning into each other’s mouth. All you could do was admire them, kneeling obediently while you drowned your mouth in their juices, needing more than just this.

Ellie put her hand on top of your head, the end of your rosary dangling in between your eyes, and she rutted her cunt against your mouth, keeping it latched. You stuffed Abby with three fingers, enough to fulfill her, roughly thrusting them into her. 

The rosary continued to stay in your vision, almost like a mocking coming from Ellie and God; that once a pure angel fell into the hands of the perversion, and became just what they are. 

But you loved it, you loved that they molded you into this way. All you wanted to do was please them, see how sensitive they could turn out to be.

You spent the remainder of mass baptizing yourself in between their thighs, drunk on the taste of their sweet pussies. 

You had spent the next day at home, making sure you had things planned out for when you moved out for Yale. Abby and Ellie had convinced you to live in a penthouse that was about a block away from the school, and you had agreed on the fact that it was better to be with people you knew than a stranger as they knew it made you easily uncomfortable.

Your parents had left randomly for vacation, staying at their place in Milan, leaving you alone with your cat. You didn’t mind the loneliness, it was something you well adjusted to as you got older, and you only ached for attention when it came to your girls, but they had their responsibilities that you couldn’t interfere with.

You had finished packing up your box of books, setting it in the corner of your bedroom. Your attention turned to the sound of your phone going off, the soft ringtone coming through. You grabbed your phone, grinning at the contact name of “Jesse.”

“Well if it isn’t my favorite troublemaker,” you teased. “What’s up?”

Jesse James and his girlfriend, Dina Woodward, were the only people Ellie and Abby trusted you with; which said plenty because they would kill anyone who they didn’t know, and tried to talk to you. He was good, despite the fact he came from a shit father, constantly got in trouble with the law, and blew money on anything. Dina was the only one who could put him in check, and you had grown close to her over the time of knowing him.

“I fuckin’ bought a club,” Jesse started off, and you scoffed in disbelief. “Turned that shit into a burlesque. She’s a beau, you have to come out and check it out.”

“Well, I can’t right now,” you denied, and he groaned. “I’m trying to make sure I have everything together before I leave for college.”

“Cry me a river, come on!” He begged, and you breathily laughed. “You are always so attached to Ellie and Abs, make time for me.”

“Is your girlfriend with you, at least?” You wondered, and he hummed in response. You looked at the time on your clock, reading “9:03PM”, and you sighed. “I’ll be there in an hour. Don’t go anywhere.”

True to your word, you arrived at Jesse’s enriching club. You got out of the black cab, and stared at the sign that gleamed in pink neon “Carissima.”

You hummed softly to yourself, approaching the security guard at the front. “Friend of Jesse James,” you said, and he nodded, easily recognizing you. He opened up the door for you, thanking him, and moved inside, hearing the familiar melody of “I Put A Spell On You” by Nina Simone tune through the venue.

It didn’t take much to find Jesse, his arm wrapped around Dina’s shoulder as the two sat on a lounge chair in front of performers, their soft laughter knitting between the music. You walked up to the side of the furniture, their eyes averting to you.

“You made it!” Dina exclaimed, jumping up, and pulling you into a hug. “I’ve missed you. Feels like forever.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you said, separating the hug, and gave a hast squeeze to Jesse before sitting on the side of Dina. “So, what made you buy this?”

“Good investment,” Jesse said, and you awed, chuckling. “My dad doesn’t agree, but it’s beautiful. These performers… mind blowing, a fascination to everyone in this room.”

“You tell Ellie and Abby?” You wondered as Dina handed you a cigarette, lighting it up for you. “They would love this, think you are a genius.”

“I thought you would bring them. Ya’know, since you’re attached to them,” he teased, and Dina smacked his arm, glaring at him. “Bad joke, fuck! But where are they?”

“Don’t know, I haven’t talked to them all day,” you answered, puffing out a blow. “But they got their shit to worry about, don’t like being in the way.”

“You’ve been their world since you met them,” Dina said, taking the stick from you. “However, it is scary how overprotective they are.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. 

Jesse laughed. “Those two have always been frightening–”

“Yeah, but their care for her is… different,” she stated, and gazed back at you. “Known them since we were kids, and I can say they would kill for you.”

“So dramatic,” you joked. “They’re the closest people I have in life. They take care of me, know what’s good for me and I don’t know— I’ve never really had that.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she mumbled, handing you back the cigarette. “I just know they’re fucking you good.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go get a drink!” You beamed, inhaling the tobacco, and got up. “You need anything?”

They shook their heads, and you hurried to the bar, continuing to burn out the cancerous stick in a spare ashtray. You smiled at the bartender as she headed over to you. 

“What can I get you, love?” She asked. 

“Just a cosmo, please,” you said, and she hummed, turning to the drinks. You waited patiently, fingers tapping on the gradient countertop in thought. 

A shoulder softly brushed past you, but you ignored the person, until they cleared their throat. “All alone here?”

You shivered to the voice of a man. 

“With some friends,” you dryly answered, eyes focused on the bartender who had her back turned from you. 

“That’s a shame. Woulda invite you to hang with me,” he said, his voice thick and heavy. “You always still can.”

“No thank you,” you denied, shaking your head, and prayed for your drink to come quicker, only for the bartender to head into the stock room for a moment. 

Oh, you felt sick. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see Dina and Jesse lost in their conversation, completely oblivious to you. 

Your phone was in your purse, and you were scared to even fiddle with it. 

“I don’t bite, honey,” he assured, and your heart leaped into your throat as his hand touched your bicep. “Come on. A pretty thing like you should be having fun.”

“Please let go of me,” you said, yet harsh enough to come off stern. “I don’t like your hand on me, so get the fuck off.”

“Now don’t be a bitch,” he spat. 

You finally looked at him, your body wanting to collapse on you. He was taller than you, about six foot three or so. Broad and muscular, completely fit. His eyes were dark, had a goatee on his. 

You thought about throwing up all over him just to get this over with. 

You hoped people sitting around would notice, yet no one did, caught up in their own worlds. You yanked your arm back, and scoffed. “You don’t got the right to touch me, you fuck.”

“I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” he threatened. “You come here in that little black dress, and expect nobody to fuck you?”

The bartender came back, and was the only one to notice this unsettling tension. “Hey, honey!” She called out, putting your order on the countertop. “Had to head into the back to grab more cranberry juice, I’m sorry.”

She kept her eyes locked on the man, a pair of scissors in her hand. “Can you hold onto my order for a second? I need to use the ladies room,” you said, and she nodded, making sure to keep the man secure in her radius. 

You hurried into the bathroom, your shaky hands taking out your phone. Teardrops collected on the screen as you hit Abby’s contact, the first name on your recent call list. 

It took only two rings until she answered. “Bunny?”

“Abby… abby,” you breathily whispered, sniffling. “Is Ellie with you?”

“Yeah, baby. We just got done with some things,” she said, and you sighed in relief. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m… I’m at this club, Jesse’s club,” you began, sucking in a sharp breath. “And went to the bar to get a drink… this man came up to me, wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“What?” Abby’s tone sharpened. “Did he hurt you? Where the fuck is Jesse? Or Dina?”

“He just grabbed my arm. Jesse and Dina were just busy with each other, I was too far for them to notice anything,” you stated clearly, wiping away your hot tears. “I don’t know if he’s still in here, but the bartender is keeping a close eye on him, and I’m hiding in the bathroom.”

“Stay in the bathroom, we’re coming right now,” she assured, and you hung up the call, sitting yourself on the porcelain seat, trying to compile all your thoughts and emotions. 

As Abby brought the phone down to her lap, Ellie glanced at her. “What happened?”

“Someone fuckin’ weirdo touched her,” Abby exsperated, and static rang in Ellie’s ears, scoffing in disbelief. “Jesse opened up his own club, she was there, and went alone to get a drink.”

Ellie texted Jesse for the address, and Abby searched around the backseat compartment. “I don’t know if the gun is still in here,” Ellie said, and the blonde groaned in frustration. “We can’t go in there with one.”

“The one time you don’t bring your weapon,” Abby sighed. 

“Got the address,” Ellie mumbled, opening up her phone. “Charles! Hit 7th avenue.”

“The fuck are we gonna do with this dude?” Abby asked, and Ellie grinned. “Talk to me, baby.”

“We fuckin’ kill him,” Ellie stated. 

You passed time by playing games on your phone, the stress of it being enough to forget the short horror experience you just encountered. The shout of your name in the bathroom caught your attention, killing your high score in the process.

“Baby, where are you?” Ellie called out, and you rushed out of the stall, getting her attention. “Oh, there’s my girl.”

She hastily brought you into her arms, letting you cry into her shoulder as she held you, cupping the back of your head. “My brave girl, hm? So proud of you,” she praised, kissing your temple. “Abby and I are gonna take care of everything.”

You nodded, bringing your head back, and she smiled softly at you. “Do you have any party favors?” You wondered, and she sighed, shaking her head. “Please, just wanna wash off tonight.”

“Honey, you are not taking coke,” she said, and you frowned. “I know you are upset, but your body isn’t used to it, and you wouldn’t like it.”

“Yes I do! Remember when I did it off your ass on our ski trip in Aspen?” You recalled, and she kept denying you. “Please! Just this once. I’ll have Dina make sure I don’t do more than three lines.”

“Dina couldn’t even keep an eye on you right now!” She shouted, and you flinched, body tensing. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I just— You need to be careful.”

“Just three lines,” you repeated. 

Ellie reached into her trouser’s pockets, fiddling with the bag, and handed it to you. “Go have fun, baby,” she said, and you kissed her cheek, thanking her before sprinting back out to Jesse and Dina. 

The couple bounced up from their seats at your appearance, clear worry plastered on their faces. “Fuck, we’re so sorry,” Dina said, gently grabbing your wrists. “We were so caught up—“

“It’s fine,” you smiled, sitting down on the lounge seat, and popped open the bag of cocaine. 

“Fuck, you’re doing lines? Haven’t seen you do that shit since the Debutante Ball,” she said, and you poured some of the white powder onto the table in front of you. 

“Ellie and Abby don’t know about that,” you told her, and her eyes widened, looking at her boyfriend who only shrugged at her. “They would kill me if they knew the amount of drugs I’ve done behind their back.”

“You’ve only done cocaine, no?” Jesse questioned, and you only glanced at him over your shoulder, giggling. You took a random card out of your wallet, dividing the powder into neat lines, a dumb smile on your face. 

“Jesse, can you go get my cosmo, please?” You asked, sweetness laced in your tone. “I deserve some of that with this shit.” He sighed, nodding, and getting up from his spot.

There were seven lines made, and you wiped off the collected powder from the edge of the card, sniffing it up your left nostril. You exhaled sharply, snickering, and traded the card in for a dollar bill. “You want some of this?” You offered, turning around to look at Dina, and she denied the offer, eyes focused on you.

You hummed, tightly rolling up the bill. “More for me, then.” You brought the paper up to your nose, aligning it with the first line, and took a heavy inhale, a strong burn hitting your nose. You sniffled, bringing your head up and leaned it back, shakily laughing. 

“Easy there, babe,” Dina put a hand on your back, rubbing it. Jesse came back on time with your drink, handing it to you, and noticed the dollar bill next to the second line. 

“Already started?” He teased, and you took a sip of the cocktail, eyeing to the drug. “I’m all good, treat yourself with that stuff.”

With you doing lines and being utterly distracted inside of the club, Abby and Ellie were on the top floor of the building, inside a storage room with a beaten man on the ground. 

Abby took another kick to his gut, Ellie sitting in a chair with a cigarette in her mouth. “You like touchin’ females you don’t know!” Abby yelled, and he sobbed, restrained by cable ties, his right eyes kicked in. “Fuckin’ touching her like that, you aren’t getting away with this shit.”

Ellie took the gun out from the back of her trousers, lucky enough to find the weapon in the glove compartment by the driver. She flashed the object to the man’s eyes, a vile grin playing on her lips as she stared at him. 

She got up, and stalked towards his limp body, standing by Abby’s side. “What’s your name, man?” Ellie asked, with her partner taking a hast note to her facade. “Got any kids or anything?”

“My name is Brandon,” he breathed, and Ellie nodded, squatting down to match eye level with him, letting the gun dangle in her hands. “Shit, dude, listen – I–I’m sorry. I didn’t think she was taken.”

“What makes you say that?” Abby questioned.

“A girl like that… wants attention,” he said, and the girls looked at one another before glancing back over to Brandon. “Can even tell she’s got lingerie under that shit. She’s a fuckin’ tease, a whore.”

Ellie hummed, reloading the glock in her hand, and chuckled. “I think I’m done with my cigarette now,” she mumbled, jokingly frowning as she played with the stick in between her fingers. “Too bad I don’t have an ashtray on me.”

Abby took out a switchblade, exchanging it for the gun. “Tell me when you need me to do it,” she said, and the auburn haired girl seized the man’s jaw, squeezing open his mouth as a wave of protests elicited from his throat. 

Ellie pushed the bud to his tongue, and cruelly laughed at the garging scream that came out of him. “Keep fuckin’ talking shit!” She shouted, flicking open her switchblade, and held it to his throat. “Swallow that cigarette, wanna see if you still want to run your mouth!”

“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” Abby chimed in, taking off her leather jacket. “You’re lucky we don’t kill you right now.”

Ellie put her hand over the man’s mouth, refusing to let him spit out her cigarette, only giving him the option to swallow it for good. She smiled, pleased with the simple act, and took her hand back. “Got anymore shit to say?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side.

Brandon sniffled, jagged sobs intertwined with his heavy breathing. “You’re both fucking insane,” he began, trying to gather oxygen into him. “She’s going to leave you. You’re going to drive her away with this shit.”

“We’d like to see her try,” Abby said, and Ellie stood up, putting herself aside to let her do as she pleased. She sat back down, opening up her phone to text Jesse.

E: How is she?

J: Two Cosmos in. Had seven lines. Get down here soon.

E: Don’t let her strip her clothes off. We don’t need a sequel to Barcelona.

J: Me and Dina can’t handle her, only you can. She won’t shut the fuck up about you.

E: Don’t let us down again. P.S., may need a mop in here soon.

She tucked her phone away, and admired Abby damaging the man. She was ruthless, yet composing herself enough not to kill him – just yet. His face had molded into a pulp, unrecognizable to anyone as his blood painted on Abby’s hands, his weak pleas being ignored by the pair. 

Abby and Ellie got high off of this, hurting or killing anyone who made you uncomfortable. They had been getting away with it for so long, and you had been gullible to it, never blinking an eye to their unknown actions.

They would do this over and over again, even if something was your fault within it, they dealt with you in their own way – but no one was ever to lay a hand on you, and you knew that too.

Abby snagged his wallet out of his pocket, opening it up. “Brandon James,” she announced, pulling out his cash, and putting it in her pockets. “Gonna use this to buy her something pretty and nice.”

“Where does he live?” Ellie asked. 

“Won’t you look at that!” Abby said, pressing her boot to his face. “He’s a rich brat. Lives in that building next to yours, Els.”

Ellie chuckled. “Money probably got him out of his shit. Isn’t that right, Brandon James?”

“Please,” is all he could manage to say, dizzy and lightheaded. 

Ellie returned over to him, and stood over him before lowering herself. “This may hurt,” she said, signaling for Abby’s help, who obliged by opening the man’s mouth. Ellie grinned, tugging at the tip of his tongue, and began to sever it with her switchblade. 

He screamed, thrashing around, but was overpowered by the two women, entirely useless to their strength. “This isn’t even the worst part,” Ellie muttered, grunting as she went on to cut off his tongue. “You made her cry, ya’know? Poor baby was so scared, and didn't know what to do.”

His tongue ripped out, being put to the side of his head. She got up, staring at the blood of her hand, and could only curl her hand into a tight fist. 

He fuckin’ frightened her, she thought to herself. He deserves to die.

He was already facing death in a horrid, slow manner, and the last thing he would see was these two, towering over him; utterly indulged by his death, and letting it fuel their ego. 

“Kill him. Jesse wants us back,” Ellie ordered, and Abby aimed the gun at his face, her finger carelessly pressing down on the trigger. His face blew, and they both hummed, taking in the view. “Good job. Already called the crew to come get him.”

Stuck yet hast of cleaning themselves up, alcohol and drugs overrode your brain, entirely consuming you. You were sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the dancers on the stage who moved with elegance, and passion. Each one of them were beautiful, confident in their own way that made your heart beat. 

“Wish I was as good as them,” you said, sipping on Jesse’s cup of scotch. “I can fuckin’ dance, but not like that.”

“They’re giving a simple show,” Dina noted, and you blew a raspberry, glaring at her. 

“They’re doing much more than that,” you retorted, and inhaled one last bump, coughing. “I… I want to go up there.”

“You’re not,” Jesse denied, and you pouted. “Ellie and Abby would murder you, and then me. We don’t want Barcelona to happen.”

“Oh my gosh! That trip was so fun!” You recalled, warmly smiling at the memory. “Wait, what happened?”

“You drank too much, got lost in the crowd dancing with too many people,” Dina said, and you zoned out, attempting to have any recollection. “Then, you bought everyone shots, danced on top of the bar, and flashed your ass to them.”

“Okay, that’s not bad,” you giggled, shrugging. “I’m going up there!”

“Do you have a death wish?” Dina wondered, and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from standing up. “Your girlfriends are going to kill you if you do some sort of strip tease up there.”

“They’ll get over it,” you said, freeing your wrist from her hold. “They’re not here, anyways, and they won’t do shit about it.”

Jesse and Dina sighed, giving up all attempts and let you run off onto the stage. The burlesque dancers beamed at your presence, letting you stand in the middle as you were too mind numbed to understand what you were doing, just knowing you wanted to have fun. 

The song and crowd were an echo, intoxication burning into your body, controlling each thing you did. You sheepishly grinned, your hand reaching to the side of your dress, and pulled down the zipper. 

“No, no!” Dina shouted, and Jesse mumbled multiple curse words, sipping down the last of his drink. “Oh, we are so dead.”

Abby and Ellie appeared right next to them, at the exact time you were shimming off your dress, and were exposed in your garter belt, stockings, and undergarments. “What the fuck did we say!” Abby shouted, and the couple sighed, watching in horror with the two girls while you were oblivious to them. 

People in the club cheered for you, a few getting their wallets out. You laughed, your vision a blur as you showed off your body, letting your hands run all over your body.

Your girlfriends watched attentively, millions of thoughts piling on top of each other, thinking of how to get off the stage, and back home. They weren’t going to punish you while you were clearly out of your mind, but that gave them enough time to think of how to handle you.

They just fucking murdered someone for you, and your flashing your body to strangers.

You were more than ungrateful at this moment. 

The dancers on stage encouraged you to do what you wanted, cheering you though they knew you were not intact with reality. “Should I take off my bra?” You questioned, and the people in front yelled in agreement, earning a small laugh out of you. “Yeah? Flash my tits for New York?”

“What the fuck is she saying?” Jesse asked. “Go get your girl before she turns this into a riot house.”

Abby and Ellie both rushed to you, having to fight through a crowd just to reach the steps to the stage. Your hands fidgeted with the hooks of your bra, and before you could strip it off, they got to you on time. “Oh, it’s my girls!” You slurred, hiccuping as you laughed, and blushed in shame. “How long have you been here?”

Ellie took off her blazer, tossing it over you as Abby picked up your dress from the ground. The crowd booed and groaned at your escort as you only waved at them, blowing a kiss. “Bye Dina and Jess! Love you both so much!” You yelled, and squealed from being abruptly thrown over Abby’s shoulder. “Ow, my stomach!”

The limo was parked outside, and the chauffeur opened up the door, Abby throwing you onto the seat but made sure you didn’t bump your head. Ellie climbed in right behind her, the door shutting. 

“Hiii,” you slurred, continuing to giggle. “You like my outfit?”

“Who gave you coke?” Abby asked.

“Els!” You said.

“Ellie, we talked about this!” Abby protested, and the auburn shrugged. “She can’t do that shit unattended.”

“I’ve done it so many times without you both,” you confessed, and their eyes snapped at you. “You made me this way – fucking corrupted, and shit. I am your blessing and nightmare.”

“You’re drunk,” Ellie sighed. “You need to rest when we get home.”

“Why, daddy?” You asked, and Ellie reddened at the nickname. “I know you both want to hurt me. I was bad tonight, disrespecting you both. How silly of me.”

“Fuckin’ watch it, bunny,” Abby spat, and you laughed. “I mean it.”

“Whatever. You’re idiots,” you mumbled, and Ellie had thinner patience than Abby did – meaning one more insult would cause her to take you in the car. She tossed your dress at you, eyes boring into you. “You could just hand it next time.”

“You are one more backtalk from getting it,” Ellie warned, and your smile slowly faded. “Anything else you need to confess before we deal with you in the dawn?”

“Oh, I can’t have a life of my own!” You realized, carelessly putting back on your outfit. “Can’t take drugs without your eyes following me. Can’t even hang out with someone with a bodyguard being there! So fucking annoying!”

“If it’s so annoying, why stay?” Abby asked. 

You went silent, looking away from the both of them, and finished throwing on your dress, slouching in your seat. “Only ones who take care of me,” you murmured, so soft and quiet, pouting too. “Make me feel special.”

“Yeah, and we’re the only ones who will put up with you this way,” Ellie added, and you nodded, tears welting in your eyes. “Who else is gonna do that? Tell us.”

You shook your head. “No one… no one,” you mumbled, chewing on your lower lip. “Can… Can I sit on your lap? Please?”

Ellie heavily sighed before giving in, beckoning you. You practically hopped into her lap as you wrapped your arms around her neck, nuzzling your face into her chest. 

You fell asleep on the ride back to the shared penthouse.

Sunlight crept into your eyes, taking you out of your gentle slumber. You groaned, stuffing your face into the pillow, and felt warmth on both sides of you. Your eyes slowly parted, finding Ellie’s tattooed arm dangling over your chest, Abby’s looped around your waist. 

You were trapped in between them, no way out. Your head pounded, your nose stuffy, and dying in sickness. You stayed still, trying to resurface last night's events, yet only blur spots flickered in your head. You whimpered, loud to drag Abby out of her slumber, her eyes adjusting to the sight of you. 

“Hey, bunny,” she whispered. “You okay?”

“Did I drink last night?” You asked, and she weakly chuckled, nodding. 

“And you did cocaine,” she muttered, and she brought her hand up, resting it on the side of your face. “You are in trouble.”

You panicked. “Whatever I did–”

“Baby, you are okay,” she assured, thumb caressing your cheek. “But you said some rude things. All we plan to do is spanking, that’s about it.”

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, and she kissed the side of your head. “Hope that’s the only stupid thing I did.”

“And you stripped and performed at a burlesque club,” she shared, and your eyes widened, whining in embarrassment. “Ellie nearly ripped your head off in the car.” 

You looked over at Ellie, and grinned. “I’ll make it up to you both,” you promised, pressing a kiss to her lips, and she smiled, nodding. “I’m going to clean myself up, I feel a bit nauseous.”

“We had your things moved and unpacked yesterday,” Abby said, and you sat up, stretching out your arms. 

“You broke into my house late at night, and got everything settled that quick?” You laughed. “I’m still a month away from attending school, and you’re already locking me down.”

“Better to get it done now,” she acknowledged, and you got up from the bed, padding over to the bedroom’s bathroom, closing the door behind you. 

It took you only about thirty minutes to clean up, unimpressed by how worn out you looked. Your lipstick smeared, eyeliner and mascara cluttered around your eyes, your breath reeking of alcohol. 

The shower was enough to relax your body, yet still felt sick, considering you needed a meal. You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body, and stepped in front of the sink.

You found an unopened toothbrush waiting for you, and you grinned, opening it up. You turned on the faucet, and laid down a portion of toothpaste on your toothbrush, running it under the water shortly after. 

You brought the object into your mouth, and used your free arm to pick up your pajamas. You walked over to the walk in closet, and looked around for the hamper, only to find it shoved into the corner. 

Peeking over the basket, you noticed a white shirt stained with some red on it. It grabbed your attention, looking too crimson to be considered red wine, or anything else. 

You just shrugged it off, putting your clothes over it, and went back to brushing your teeth. “Hey Abs,” you called from the bathroom. “What kind of shit did you get into last night?”

“What do you mean?” She shouted back, the loud conversation awakening Ellie. 

“One of your shirts is stained,” you said, and Abby inhaled sharply, Ellie shooting up to look at her girlfriend. “Did I fall and eat shit, and get blood over one of you?”

“Honey, you did,” Ellie lied, voice groggy and hoarse. “I had to carry you inside, you had blood coming out your nose.”

“But I have no bruises or anything?” You realized, spitting out the paste, and cleaned up your toothbrush and mouth. You changed into shorts and tee before walking back into the bedroom. “Did you guys get into a fight last night?”

They went silent, and you got into the middle of them on the bed, going back and forth looking at them. 

“You had an incident last night,” Ellie said, and your brows furrowed. “A man was being a fuckin’ dick, you called Abby, and we handled it.”

“Oh what, you fucking killed him?” You joked, and they laughed dryly with you, but enough to make it believable. “If you beat him, you just have to say that.”

“We handled it,” Ellie repeated, and moved herself closer to you, putting her hand on your cheek. “Now we need to handle you.”

You rolled your eyes, bitterly scoffing.

“Fuckin’ roll them again,” she dared, and Abby laid back against the headboard, letting everything unravel. “Always going to be a brat? Even when we’re so good to you?”

Your face softened into a doe expression, tilting your head to the side. “Doesn’t that make you want to fuck me?”

“We won’t even touch you if that’s what you're trying to accomplish here,” she taunted, and her hand snaked up to the side of your head, tightly gripping your hair. “When are you going to learn, little lamb? Is what we do for you not enough?”

“It is,” you whimpered. 

“Yeah? Then why do you keep acting like it isn’t?” She asked, and eyed over to Abby. “What should we do with her?”

“Break her,” Abby said, getting up from her spot. Ellie grinned, turning her head back towards you, and your cheek was met with a harsh slap. You gasped, and her hand slid down to the back of your neck, pushing your body onto the bed. 

“Fuckin’ strip,” Ellie spat, and you whimpered, but obliged. You fiddled with the straps of your tank top, taking it off, and your fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties and sweatpants. “Need you on all fours.”

You huffed under your breath, glad that she couldn’t see you roll your eyes again. Your clothes piled down onto the ground, letting your knees sink into the mattress, your chest laying flat as your ass was lifted to her eyes for display. 

“Baby, you’re fucking soaking,” Ellie cooed with Abby returning on time, able to hear the clicking of objects. “Let’s hold off on gagging her until she wants to say some shit.”

Abby moved to your eye level, grinning. “You want to keep being a desperate whore?”

“I’ll get my satisfaction either way,” you assured, and she inhaled sharply, eyes snapping into Ellie’s. The auburn handed her an item, noticing the pink ball. “Wait, wait!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Abby seethed, maneuvering your face and brought it up, fastening up the ball gag. “You’ve really fuckin’ done it this time, bunny. And Ellie is going to handle you, not me.”

You swallowed thickly, your doe eyes shining with pleas but the blonde dismissed you, tossing your face back onto the bed. 

Both girls had stripped themselves bare, Ellie positioned behind you as Abby sat in front of you, her cunt for you to gawk at, but forbidden to please. 

In a sharp breath, you felt thick silicone push into you, causing your cunt to stretch. You cried, yet it was mumbled, and Abby laughed at you. “Gonna deny you everything, honey,” Ellie muttered, her hands grasping onto your cheeks for support as she carelessly thrusted into you, breaking into you. “Need to make you cry, need to know you’re fucking place with us.”

“We could easily get rid of you,” Abby continued on, and your brows knitted together, shaking your head. “Could’ve fucking disposed you months ago, but no. Here we are, still putting up with your bratty ass.”

You cursed and moaned breathlessly, the pain turning into a bliss as Ellie’s strap pounded into you. “Wouldn’t want that, huh?” She asked, and you cried in response. “Course not, honey. No one fuckin’ loves you like we do.”

You stared at Abby with teary eyes, your hand aching to touch her, only for the blonde to slap it away. “No, take what you are getting right now,” she warned, and you nodded, your hips rolling and swaying with the rhythm of Ellie’s thrusts. “Won’t ya look at that? Little bunny just can’t get enough.”

Your hands grasped onto the messy bed sheets, nails digging into them. You stuffed your face into the material, lewd noises eliciting from you through the ball gag, almost feeling as if your body was jolted with electricity the moment Ellie’s strap found your orgasmic area. 

“She’s enjoying this too much,” Abby pointed out, and Ellie hummed, all movement being halted. You groaned in protest, and she switched around your body, laying you flat on your back. She straddled herself on top of you, intimidating you with how she towered over you. 

She popped the gag out of your mouth, your lungs engulfing fresh air. “Oh, little lamb,” she softly whispered, and smacked your face again, seizing it afterwards. “You got me upset, you know that? Treating me like shit.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, the strike burning your cheek before she placed another one. “Fuck!”

“You’re sorry?” She repeated, almost as if she didn’t trust you. “For which part, honey?”

“Just… just wanted to get a rise,” you admitted, breathing heavily. “Couldn’t ask for it.”

“Look where that landed you,” she said, and hit you once more, your head spinning. “You going to apologize to Abby, hm?” She climbed off of you, her hands guiding you around to face the blonde. “Say sorry, baby.”

You were a crying mess, and weren’t even at the worst part yet. Though you were scared, you were aroused; maybe you were as depraved as they were. You enjoyed the sadistic acts they brought onto you, wanting to be all theirs to use, and play with. 

You were their girl at the end of the day, nothing could change that.

“I’m sorry, mama,” you mumbled, and Abby hummed, careless to your apology. “Please, mama. Didn’t mean it, I’ll be better.”

“You need to start acting right,” she said, and you nodded, mumbling promises through your sobs. “You aren’t able to leave us, you know that, right?”

“I won’t,” you reassured, sniffling. You knew that’s what many people wanted, that they knew you couldn't be without these two girls, simply as if they were your life support. 

Everyone knew it. 

“Where’s your blade?” Abby asked, and Ellie gestured to the night stand. She opened up the drawer, taking out her prized switchblade, something she always carried with her, but you didn’t know why. “Got to mark our girl.”

Ellie grabbed her knife, flicking it open, and she settled herself in between your thighs. She was grinning to herself, yet so was Abby, the two only knowing what they had done the previous night with the weapon, and you were clueless to it all. 

“Need you to be a big girl for me,” Ellie stated, and you sucked in a sharp breath, the tip of the switchblade pointing into your right inner thigh, beginning to carve into your skin. “Right there, baby. Doing s’good for us, focus on mama.”

Abby scooted closer to you, putting your head on her lap. “Don’t cry, bunny. It’s gonna be over soon.”

Ellie branded her initial firstly into your right thigh before moving onto your left inner thigh, starting to cut Abby’s into it. You were trying your best to compose your body, squirming and softly sobbing to your skin being pierced. 

“Mama, it hurts,” you pouted, and she caressed your cheek, looking down at you. “I know I’m your girl.”

“Just so you remember,” Abby reminded, groping your breasts. “Sometimes you forget, baby. We can’t keep repeating ourselves.”

You only nodded, melting into her gentle touch. Ellie threw her knife on top of the pile of clothes, smirking at initials. “Ah, now we can give you what you want,” she said, and you sighed in relief, a smile playing on your lips. 

Dots of blood appeared on the wounds as the girls got up from the bed, opening the bottom drawer of the night stand. You stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the burn that scorned, and a large hand pressed onto the side of your body, shifting you around. 

“Come on, baby,” Abby whispered, positioning you on your knees that sunk into the bed, and could feel her bare chest brush on your back. “Need you to spread yourself for us, you can do it.”

“You’re our girl,” Ellie promised, kneeling in front of you, and cradled your face into her warm hands. “Don’t know what we would do if you tried to leave us.”

Abby wetted her fingers, spitting down on your tight hole as she pushed two fingers into it to start you off. You roughly gasped, your body nearly faltering. “Stay steady, princess,” she said, moving her fingers at an easy pace. “Gotta prepare you for my cock, I need to make sure you can take it nice and sweet.”

Your face stayed in Ellie’s hands, trying to keep you focused on her. “Make sure to keep yourself spread for mama,” she told you, and you nodded, your shaky hands clawed down on your ass as you kept it open for Abby. “You can take it, you always do. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

“Yes daddy,” you muttered, and Abby’s fingers popped out of you. She put her hand back on your shoulder, guiding you back in the same moment she let her strap harshly sink into your whole. You cursed under your breath, tears welting in your eyes, and Ellie cooed, keeping your face in place. 

Abby didn’t move further, letting your hole take in all of her, and nodded at Ellie. She dropped her hands, hooking your arms around her neck as she filled your hot cunt with her strap, and your body shuddered, your face collapsing down onto her chest. “No no, baby,” she said, shaking her head. “You gotta show us how much you want us. Fuck yourself on our cocks.”

“Too stuffed,” you mumbled, and Abby’s hand reached for the front of your neck, tugging your head back.

“Show us how needy you are, pathetic bitch,” Abby spat, and you whimpered, but compiled, gently bouncing yourself on both silicone objects. “Yeah, that’s it, bunny. Fuckin’ take everything we give you.”

Ellie’s was captivated by the way your cunt swallowed her strap, dripping and soaking it already. “This is all you wanted, right?” She taunted, breathlessly chuckling. “Just wanted us to make you cock drunk, for us to treat you like the dumb whore you are.”

“Y–Yes, yes!” You choked out, rolling your hips as your body began to endure the scorching pleasure. “Oh my god, feels s’fucking good, please.”

“You’re barely fuckin’ two minutes in on fucking yourself,” Abby laughed, bringing your head back and laid down on her shoulder, forcing you to look up at her, “And you’re already falling apart. Can even hear how wet your pussy is.”

“Want to be fucked, please,” you breathed, on a brink of sobs. “Can’t do it on my own.”

“You have to earn it, love,” she stated, and grinned. “Show us how bad you need us, how desperate you are for us to fuck your pretty holes.”

You pouted, and she shoved your head back forward, a spin of dizziness whirling in your brain. Ellie sadistically smirked in front of you, her hands laid on your thighs, and tilted her to the side. “Looks you’re about to cry, little lamb,” she teased, and you kept heavy eye contact as your holes stretched further with every desperate bounce. “Got nothing to cry about, honey. You brought this on yourself, you know that.”

“S–said sorry, daddy. I’m sorry,” your breath shook, sobs threatening to spill from you. You were overfilled with needs, feeling as if you were in heat, and only they could put the fire out. You could fuck yourself good, but they could make you feel orgasmic tides crash into your soul, and take you in one. 

“Only saying sorry ‘cause you’re not getting what you want,” Ellie said, hitting you, and you were quick to deny it. “Don’t fuckin’ lie, you know how much we hate that.”

“Please, please,” you begged. “I’ll be so good, won’t be a brat ever again.”

“Fucking lying again,” Ellie scoffed, and Abby grinned, smacking your ass. “Don’t worry baby, we like when you are; means we get to see you cry and break.”

You were stuck in the middle of these two, falling apart on their cocks as they observed you, waiting for you to break down into sobs. This was their whole pride, everything they fucking thrived off of, and if it made them the happiest they’ve ever been, you would them hurt you over and over again. 

Your bouncing turned rapid, breasts moving in sync, and porngraphic noises drawing out of you. Your sensitive spots were being hit at, your eyes rolling back, and could feel heat pooling in your abdomen. Your hands reached out for one of them, but they denied you of it, leading you to fall into pits of sobs.

“There it is,” Abby growled. “Just what we wanted.”

“Can’t do it,” you sobbed, shaking your head. “Please, need mama. Need your help, please.”

“Yeah, bunny? Need us to take over?” She asked, mockery tangled in her tone. “Can’t use that silly brain of yours, huh? Our poor baby that’s useless.”

Her words mixed in with the fire that bubbled inside of you, expanding into your thighs. “Fuck me, fuck me,” you babbled, choking on your tears. “Need it s’bad, please. Just fuck me.”

Ellie halted your movements, and kissed your cheek. “We got you, honey. Let us do whatever we want, okay? We need to fill your holes, want to see it leak out of you.”

The duo situated themselves before handling you to stretch your form better, your knees locking place to keep you up. Abby braced her hands on your waist before her strap brutally thrusted into you, Ellie following the same tempo shortly after.

You could feel yourself being split open, Abby’s hands residing on your hips as Ellie’s let hers rest on the sides of your breasts. Their noises were shaky, rough, and undeniably lewd, a string of curses muttering out of them. 

They would always be hypnotized by you, your body, and how fucking well you always took them. They would fuck you hours on end, and they have before, but they couldn’t get enough it. It was a fucking drug, worse than any they’ve taken. Everything about you was addicting and pure perfection to their eyes, knowing that they would be the only ones who could see you crumble under them like this, let them take control of you, and tear you apart. 

They wanted to fucking spend the rest of their life in your pussy, fucking destroying it, and letting it cry with you. 

Raw lust was a firestorm on your skin, sinking into your body, and coursing through you. Your climax was overrode, about to collapse on you, and take you entirely, just needing to be free. Your legs trembled, slowly weakening, and a muscular arm snaked around your waist to lock you in. 

“Our pretty girl needs to cum,” she acknowledged, and Ellie’s fingers furiously hooked around your throat, squeezing it. “What do you think, babe? We let her cum?”

“Don’t know if she deserves it,” Ellie said, and your sobs were uncontrollable; your body was breaking, haze clouded in your head, and your high was unbearable over the limit. “You want to cum, little lamb? ‘M having too much fun seeing you like this.”

“Wanna cum, need to cum,” you blubbered, breath hallowed, and could feel them so far into you, you could almost swear they were poking at your stomach. “I’ll be so good forever. ‘M your girl, only yours; won’t ever be ungrateful again.”

Ellie grinned. “You mean that, honey?”

You mindlessly nodded, agreeing to anything just so you could cum – it was fucking torturous. 

“Cum for us, sweetheart,” Abby said, and you exhaled in relief, your body relaxing to her permission. Like a violent hit, your high crashed out of you causing your body to jump and shudder. Abby kept her arm around you, the pair not being done with you until they came. 

You could hear the sploshing of your juices as Ellie viciously rammed into you, Abby’s cock abusing your tight hole with absolutely no remorse. You were there, letting yourself be their garbage waste, waiting for them to fill you up with your sobs filling the vulgar moans, and wet juices.

“Imagine if we could fuckin’ put a baby in her,” Abby laughed, her moans knitted into it. “Make her our bitch forever, wouldn’t be able to leave us then.”

“That what you want, angel? For us to make you a pretty mommy?” Ellie asked, and you blankly agreed, braindead and numb. “Keep you trapped forever, nowhere to fuckin’ go.”

Abby and Ellie always considered that; having a family with you, though they never practically discussed it with you, or if that’s what you wanted. They truly wanted you in their life forever, needed you in every way that would kill them if they couldn’t have it. And if you did try to exit out of their lives, they would find a solution to reel you back in. 

“Mama gonna fill your hole, ‘kay?” Abby warned, and you hummed, falling in and out of reality. Ellie left her on your throat as extra leverage as she continued to hammer herself into you, her own climax trailing behind the blonde’s. 

A symphony of vulgar, raw noises echoed throughout the bedroom, and your second peak surfaced in the depths of your belly, your body frail and trembling. 

“Fuck, baby, baby, baby,” Ellie cried out, her nails clawing into your skin, and Abby’s hands crept down to your cheeks, clawing into them. Your skin was running hot and wild, their body heat radiating onto you as the room smelt of filth and sweat, shameless moans and whimpers wailing out of all three of you. 

You three stayed in the position momentarily, all highs overwhelming and tense.

Your cunt and hole were stuffed with cum from their straps with Abby and Ellie’s climax dripped out of their sweet pussies.

They let their hands run over their cunts, lathering up their juices on their fingers before two hands were shoved into your mouth, forcing you to taste them well and nice.

You gargled as they tried to gag you with their fingers, drool collecting around your mouth, and tongue slurping their cum.

Finally being clean, fingers slipped out of your mouth, yet Ellie squeezed your face, popping it open for her to spit into.

“Swallow it,” she demanded, and you did, looking at her with teary eyes, and a fucked out expression. She gave you a last smack across your face before letting your face go for good.

They pushed themselves out of you, and you fell back on the bed, gathering lungfuls of breaths. 

“Won’t you look at that?” Abby said, her and Ellie mesmerized by their cum leaking out of your holes, their initials branded into your thighs. “So fuckin’ pretty, all for us to look at.”

“Head… hurts,” is all you could manage to say, curling up into a ball. 

The girls took off their object, dropping it to the floor as they separated to obtain things for you. Abby went to the kitchen, grabbing cold water, painkillers, and a box of cherries for you; Ellie was in the bathroom, wetting a rag, and seized the first aid kit. 

They rushed to your side in under a minute, worried that they might have finally done it this time. 

“Baby, you with us?” Ellie panicked, and you nodded, sleep wanting to take you. “Can you sit up for us, please?”

“Can’t,” you whimpered, and Abby sighed, helping to pick you up. She kissed the side of your head, holding you sit up while Ellie aided you. 

“You did so good for us, sweetheart,” Ellie cooed, running the cloth over your aching cunt and hole as you hissed in response. “I know, I know. Just need to make sure we clean you up well, okay?”

Abby brought up the glass of water to lips, stroking the side of your head while you took slow sips. “There we go, there’s our tough girl,” she whispered, and opened up the bottle of painkillers, inserting two pills in your mouth, returning the glass back to your mouth afterwards. “We’re so proud of you. You’re okay, bunny, we’re almost done.”

Ellie soothed your wounds with hydrogen peroxide, putting bandaids over it after. She put a chaste kiss to your hip, and you smiled small, thanking her. “You want to get some rest?” She asked, and you nodded. “Okay, honey, let us change the sheets while you eat some food, yeah?”

Abby carried to the loveseat sofa that sat in the corner of the bedroom, handing you the box of cherries as she helped out Ellie. The two weren’t even cleaned up, but made sure you were comfortable and okay before they were.

You wanted to cry. 

They’re so fucking perfect, you said in your head. 

You had eaten about five cherries by the time they fixed up the mattress, and put new sheets on top of it. You set the food next to you, and Abby returned to you, scooping you into her arms as you grasped onto her, sitting you on the edge of the bed.

Ellie picked out a new set of pajamas for you, changing you into new underwear, and a soft, pink nightgown. “Get some rest, and we’re gonna get ourselves fixed, ‘kay?” She said, guiding you under the duvet covers, and made sure you were tucked in. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

You hummed, your eyes drooping, and let rest take over you. You felt them press a loving kiss to your forehead before you passed out. 

You could hear your ringtone tune, lulling you out of your slumber. You let it go through as it shut up a few seconds later, and you groaned, trying to fall back asleep. 

Then, the ringtone came back, and the buzzing added onto it. Your hand reached for your phone, finding it laying next to you. You grabbed it, squinting to who was calling.

Joel Miller, the contact name flashed.

Why the fuck was Joel calling?

You noticed the time, seeing it to be 4PM – how fucking long were you asleep for?

You swiped the button right, bringing the device up to your ear. “Hello?” You mumbled, clearly exhausted and groggy. 

“Hey, kid. I was wonderin’ if Ellie was with you?” He asked, trying to sound calm, but wasn’t. You instantly sat up, finding a note on the nightstand, and you picked it up.

Abby and I went out to get some things. Be back as soon as we can. Love you always, sweet girl.

Xo, Ellie.

“Um, no,” you answered, putting the note down. “Why? Did something happen?”

There was silence for a moment. “The cops are here, asking for her.”

“Cops. Why?” You asked, fear streaming through your whole body. 

“They’re accusing her of murder,” Joel said, and you swallowed thickly. “Someone reported their friend missing – a Brandon James – saying how they saw him leave with Ellie, and Abby.”

Memories now began to flick in your brain, like bright lights, and bile burned at your throat.

The shirt. The red on the shirt.

Blood.

“We handled it,” you recalled Ellie saying. 

“We handled it” was code for “we killed someone.”

You remembered the Brandon guy harassing you, grabbing your arm, and it sent you into full panic mode. You remember calling Abby about it, and Ellie giving you coke to distract you for the meantime. You remembered them not being with you for a while, keeping you occupied with Dina and Jesse. 

They needed you blind and gullible. 

“Are you sure it’s even her description? People just say shit ‘cause they hate her,” you said, holding yourself together. “And Abby? That’s crazy.”

“Another person at the club supported it by saying they saw the two walking out with you,” Joel continued, and you quietly cursed under your breath, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “They were there, so were you.”

You went quiet as you heard some shuffling over the line. 

“Do you know something?” He asked.

“I don’t,” you said, sincerity mingled in your words. “I promise I don’t. And I don’t remember anything about being at a club, I’m sorry.”

“Okay, well if you see her or just Abby, call me,” Joel said, and you hummed, hanging up the call immediately. You let go of your shaky breaths, and nodded to yourself as a waterfall of hot tears streamed down your cheeks. 

You couldn’t stop thinking of the shirt. It had someone’s blood on it, and they were dumb enough to leave it at home. You knew Jesse and Dina wouldn’t narc them out, they were the same as Ellie and Abby. 

You were alone in this; you had the choice of coming forward with the shirt, or keeping your head down, being naive to everything. 

Everything started to make sense – the possession, the house, the authority you had given them. They never wanted you to leave, and they eliminated any threats, even ones that hurt you. You were glad they were there at your beck and call, but you never knew it would go to the extremes of murder.

You were starting to worry that this wasn’t the first time they did this, but the first time it was starting to catch up with them. 

You continued to sob as you went through your phone contacts, and clicked your mother’s number.

It took a few rings until she picked up. “Hello?”

“Momma…” you sobbed out, not knowing how to explain what you were thinking without exposing a lot of things. “Momma, I’m worried.”

Your parents weren’t neglectful – if you really needed them, they were there, and would never get mad at you for anything, even if you had some fault in it. They had their fatal flaws, ones that even affected you, but they’d drop everything if you were in danger. 

You never knew why that was, but you appreciated it. 

“What’s wrong, dear? What happened?” She asked. “Why are you crying?”

“I think something bad happened,” you sobbed, sniffling. “And… and I can’t be here, in the city. It’s a lot to explain, but can I stay with you in Milan? Please?”

“You’re worrying me, cherie,” she said, and you broke down further, everything in the room spinning with you. “You can come stay. Are you at home?”

“At this penthouse… I’ll send the address to Tony,” you stated, trying to steady your breathing. “Thank you, momma.”

“Of course,” she softly responded, and the line went dead. You rushed down to your feet, running into the walk-in closet, and grabbed a suitcase. You tossed random amounts of clothes until the baggage couldn’t take anymore; you could buy more stuff in Milan. 

You tossed your hygienic products on top of the clothes, and before you were going to zip up the luggage, your eyes averted to the hamper. You contemplated taking the shirt with you, burning it in another country so nothing would be traced back to them. 

You couldn’t tamper with evidence. But these were your girls, and it was your turn to take care of them, even if their actions made you sick at this very moment. You grabbed the bloody shirt, tucking it under your clothes, and zipped up the suitcase. You put on your sneakers, and tossed a leather jacket over your nightgown.

Abby’s jacket. 

You decided to keep it on, and grabbed your cell phone, putting it in your purse. You double checked to see if you had everything in your purse before rushing yourself out of the penthouse, and into the elevator. 

You didn’t need to leave a note, or anything of that sort. You couldn’t talk to them for a while, not until you made sure you weren’t crazy or overthinking this whole situation. But the shirt was enough to confirm the first of your suspicions, and what Ellie said.

“We handled it”, her voice kept playing in your head, like a broken record. 

You needed to be with your parents, alone and in quietude, until you heard any update. You wanted to watch everything burn down from the distance, a safer option for you.

For now, you needed to isolate yourself; besides, it wasn’t like they would find you.

That wasn’t possible.

You hoped. 

[ for my loves — @destielcore , @millersaurora , @zahraaziza & @heartzjules <3 ]

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florist! abby Headcanons ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

a/n: something quick n sweet you knowwwww got this random thought and had to write it I couldn’t resist I couldn’t. I also saw that no one done florist! abby(?) so I wanted to be the first to hop on! plus I missed writing for Abs — my baby, so enjoy ♡

warnings: 18+, MDNI, some fluff, gets smuttier halfway in, strap, blowjob (strap), eating you out, mentions of obsessive behaviors, polaroid nudes-ish, fingering, edging, public-sex-ishh, soft dom! Abby, tatted! Abby. Hinted at smoker Abby if you squint, petnames, fingers in mouth, masturbation, use of the word mommy, use of the word pussy, fem reader.

divider creds here

ೀ florist! Abby wears a basic white cropped t-shirt and black dickies under her beige apron. Her apron has a rainbow flag pin, with black pliers in one pocket. Doc Martins on her feet, tied miserably into a bow, it’s a miracle she doesn’t trip around the flower shop. She has a carabiner on her belt loop that jingles every time she walks. 

– apart from smelling like the flowers (obvi bc of where she works) smells like heavy pine and fresh soap, like forget the additives – just clean if ykyk

ೀ florist! Abby gets little patchwork tattoos in random places: a dainty lavender tattoo on her wrist, a little crescent moon behind her ear, paw prints on her bicep for her late dog Alice, a ‘gentle artist’ in bolded times new roman font – but dainty on her forearm. Her knuckles are tatted spelling out “FUCK YOU”.

ೀ florist! Abby that has a ‘Save the Bees!’ sticker on the back of her phone case. Super Bee activist.

ೀ florist! Abby who spends all day in the floral shop, playing music from her playlist on the shop’s aux, slightly swaying to the music as she works on a bouquet. She works with such prestige, god her hands work so quickly at building arrangements but the outcome is so beautiful and that’s why she has many customers. She definitely uses any leftover flowers as bookmarks for her books.

ೀ florist! Abby who’s aux will go from Lauryn Hill to Boy Genius to Mac Miller — she gets compliments on her music taste by customers all the time.

ೀ florist! Abby stops working on a bouquet when you walk into the store because of how confused you look. Wanting to save a damsel in distress. Abby moves from her place at the counter walking over to where you stood looking at the different types of flowers, creeping behind you. You smell divine to her, driving her head crazy knowing that your scent alone will be stuck in her head all day. The floral shop is a slow yet steady business, so Abby definitely doesn’t forget a face or a smell. The form-fitting dress you wore that day, the way your hands bunched at the fabric in confusion had her head spinning!

“Beautiful aren’t they?” Abby whispers from behind you,

Actually scares the living shit out of you when you see her standing behind you, but the way the sun was hitting her face from the big window panels made you less nervous. Rather in awe at the beauty in front of you. Her sunkissed skin, and silky blonde mane, were raveled in a delicate braid with wispies around her face. The raspiness from her voice – which honestly sounded like a smoker's voice now that you thought about it. 

ೀ florist! Abby who makes small talk with you while making your boquette for you (taking her slow sweet time), asking you where you’re from and what you’re doing in town? Absolutely praying that the flowers aren’t for some significant other of yours, Abby letting out an exhale when you say that they’re for your mom who you are visiting for dinner. When you mention you are unsure of what flowers to get don’t worry Abby will help you!

“So pretty girl, are you more minimalistic, talking Lilies, Gardenia’s, Jasmine – which is over there...or colorful? Which I think your beautiful self enjoys a nice Orchid, Camellia, or Begonia?”

Definitely shocks you with how well she knows her stuff

ೀ florist! Abby zones out when you are speaking and stares at your lips for far too long, looking at the way your pink gloss shines wondering how your pretty lips would look taking her strap. Percase covered in spit, from your saliva that has built up from blowing her off. Abby wanted to do nothing more than take the pretty little fabric ribbon from your hair and tie it around your hands as she went down on you while you beg her to touch you in all the right places – it was all a dream to her. Wet dreaming with you right in front of her.

Undeniably horny and touch deprived…she spends so much time in the floral shop she doesn’t have time for dating apps and finds shit like Tinder CORNY LOL. 

Meanwhile, you are trying your hardest not to stare at the way her arms are flexing or how her fingers are paying delicate attention to your bouquet, mentally laughing at the “FUCK YOU” on her knuckles, it contrasted her soft nature so much.

ೀ florist! Abby who slips in a little note into your tote back when you’re not looking, with her number on it, hoping that you would find it and call her soon, Which you do find when you are scrambling for your keys on your way back to the car. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt to give the overly, steaming attractive florist a call. 

ೀ florist! Abby when the two of you start dating, she would teach you how to make a bouquet, standing closely behind you – her body right up against your back as you feel her breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you what to do

“Atta girl, look at that my sweet girl – woah! watch your hand there’s a thorn baby.”

Will definitely put her hands over yours as she works with the knife to make sure there isn’t any thorns so you don’t prick yourself. 

ೀ florist! Abby fucking you in the flower shop, when the shop is closed. Having her head in between your thighs, as her jaw slacks – the sound of your juices sloshing against her mouth as she sends hums into your pussy making you let out low mewls. Bringing a hand up to cover your mouth but she slaps it away so that she can see you

“Don’t hide from me baby, I wanna see you…look at how beautiful you look whining for me doll”

ೀ florist! Abby who kept your lace underwear in her pocket after she fucked you in the floral shop keeping it for safe-keeping (pft…we all know what she is doing with that)

ೀ florist! Abby who shows you her small pocket-sized notebook full of different flowers and arrangement ideas she had. Even the sketches of a flower bouquet that she made inspired by you and all your favorite flowers.

ೀ florist! Abby definitely tucks flowers behind your ears, specifically a white or light-pink Carnation. Especially loves putting one behind your ear as she fucks you with her strap, missionary style so she can see your face – just loves your face honestly. Bending down to kiss your lips, her cheeks dusted red with the pressure she applies.

Tucking her head into your neck swiftly smelling the carnation that she put behind your ear driving her even further insane as she drills into you — makes her go faster.

ೀ When she starts teaching you more about flowers, Definitely uses sexual enforcement to get you to remember it. Will have you sat on her counter as she stands in between your legs – locking you in as she lunges two fingers into you, edging you and not letting you cum until you say the right name of the flower that she taught you. But you could hardly focus staring at her inked knuckles as they pump in and out of you which only makes you reach your climax even further. 

“You wanna come don’t you my sweet girl? I know you want to…just say the name– awh don’t whine at me…I know you know it dollface, I don’t buy that you don’t.”

Sometimes she’ll give you a hint if the flower starts with one of the letters on her knuckles she will stick the corresponding finger into you, working at getting you just about there as her finger curls into you. Your vision is blurry as you can hardly tell what the letter is, moaning out as you try to focus on the order of the letters on her knuckles to catch the hint.

“C’mon baby I’m giving you a hint…pay attention sweetheart– focus!”

ೀ florist! Abby when you get it wrong and she finally lets you come — is fake-mad at you, shoving the lettered finger down your throat as you gag on her fingers covered in your juices.

“Baby the hinted letter was C, and the other finger was U, flower: Curcuma. You’ll get it right next time right sweetheart? You won’t let mommy down hmm?”

ೀ florist! Abby is definitely a soft dom just saying… soft as hell, loves when you hold her – kiss her, and skin-to-skin contact is important as hell she just wants to feel you and loves when you baby her. 

ೀ Definitely keeps a Polaroid of you holding flowers in pink floral lingerie in her beige apron and another one of you in her wallet, that way she has you on her at all times (honestly probably touched herself to blow off some steam after a hard shift while looking at it)

ೀ Depending on how far the relationship goes, especially if y’all start talking marriage will get your favorite flower tatted and not tell you until you see a dainty tattoo of your favorite flower on her collarbone slightly above her heart as she is filling you up, you questioning her in between moans about it.

“Mmhm…fuck is that new? Shit..abbyplease – wait is that my favorite flower?” You ask, as she grinds into you – your finger dragging against the tattoo

“Yes baby, you’re all mine. Mine…mine…mine” As she pounds harder into to you each time she says mine. Obsessive, possessive + territorial, let’s talk about it 

ೀ florist! Abby is overall just a sweetheart who loves you so much and just wants you to be her pretty flower – her muse, you definitely inspire most of her bouquets and she is so happy you ran into her shop looking for flowers that day.

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⭒ HOUSE OF BALLOONS ⭒

synopsis: a party and a couple drinks has you making bad decisions. or are they good?

content warnings: this is a reader’s choice fic. smut is included in all parts! mdni!

author’s note: i had this idea last night when i was thinking about dbh and lis and just how much i love choice games so i thought “what about a choice fanfic?” i’m not sure if this has ever been done on here before but i did look it up and couldn’t find anything so! PLEASE let me know what choice you end up picking!! feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated!

you did not want to be at this fucking party. little black dress hiking up your thighs as music blared over the speakers. everything was hot and sweaty and claustrophobic.

you’d only decided to come for your best friend dina, who had begged you for weeks to join her. it was house of balloons themed and she said she’d die if you missed it. so you caved in.

you found yourself hiding in the kitchen with a bad feeling in your stomach. that must mean either abby or ellie had arrived. ellie, the campus dealer, had played your heart one too many times. often luring you in with her aura and comforting smile, only to toss you when she saw someone prettier walk in the room.

you were tired of her fucking you and fucking with your feelings.

abby had done the same thing, often swooping in after ellie to comfort you. she’d kiss your tears away but when the sultry nights ended she’d act like she didn’t even know your name.

much to your dismay, your gut is correct, a very happy abby walks into the kitchen after you. she hesitates before joining you in the corner, playfully grabbing your phone out of your hand. “this little thing is going to make your life pass you by.”

“give it back, abby.” you huff, reaching for your device. she holds her hand up and it becomes impossible to reach. you shoot her a mean blow to the side but she doesn’t falter. it only makes her laugh. “you’re feisty tonight.” she says simply before checking your phone for the time.

you prepare to attempt to grab your phone again when you see ellie sit next to dina. you shoot abby a suggestive “we’re not done yet” glare before storming over to the two. “hey williams. i believe you have something that belongs to me?”

during your last very heated and very short makeout session at a party, not too different from this one, you’d misplaced your friendship bracelet. it was one that dina had made you herself. you were sure ellie had slipped it in her pocket as a keepsake and were too embarrassed at your actions to mention it again. a rush of adrenaline had rendered embarrassment useless right now.

“oh yeah that. we should talk about that. follow me out to the balcony?” she asks. before you can respond, dina grabs your hand.

“no i think she should stay here. right y/n?”

there’s a tension in the air. you look between them both, and then over your shoulder at the blonde taking pictures of herself on your phone.

stay with dina

go with ellie to the balcony

retrieve your phone from abby

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🃁 𝖎 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓’𝖙 𝖈𝖗𝖞 (𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙) 🃁

𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲

⟡ now playing: 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢 - 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔫𝔡, 𝔣𝔱. 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔶 ⟡

pairing: mafia!abby x burlesque dancer!reader

cw: creepy men, violence, descriptions of blood, lowkey stalker abby vibes, fem!reader, anger issues, family trauma, minor character death mentioned (rip jerry), possessive behavior, dark sexual themes, mentions of b*sm, dumbification, dollification, shibari, exhibitionism, dom too!abby, sub bottom!reader, collaring, mommy/daddy kink, mentions of bad previous relationships, aftercare/no aftercare ; let me know if I missed anything!

an: hi pretties!! I had so much fun writing this! real throwback to mafia bf wattpad. I kind of went crazy :) likes reblogs and comments are encouraged they lift my spirits <3 let me know what other abby headcanons I should write or if I should make a pt 2 to this ❀ reqs are open too, send me something raunchy i’d love that ❀ btw- the images in the header do not reflect what the reader looks like in any way shape or form. also most of this fic is lower case bc I think it’s cute (nd i’m lazy) okay happy reading - sincerely, sugar ⋆˚✿˖°

𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

✮ you had never met the elusive Abigail Anderson. all you knew was that she and her influential family had owned the burlesque club you had been dancing at since you were 18 for generations

✮ you only saw her in short flashes: long blonde hair, tattooed fists always clenched, in a power suit as she conducted business meetings in her upstairs office before leaving in a flurry of bodyguards

✮ tonight was like any other. you were backstage touching up your makeup and spraying glitter on your chest, prepping for the finale of the show. what you didn’t know was that your boss would be front and center for tonight’s show for the first time in the history of the establishment. the anderson family never sat amongst their clients, always in the balconies- if they found the time to break away from business, which was rare

✮ on stage, the lights illuminated your skin and you lip synced to the sultry music as you danced, slowly stripping item after item. tonight’s finale was your first solo and you were oh so nervous. as you slinked your way to the edge of the stage, the only item of clothing left being your red slip, your gaze connected with the one and only: abigail anderson

✮ her steely blue eyes bore into yours as she sat alone at the front table, scotch (neat) in a crystal glass. she sipped and raked her gaze up and down your form as you elegantly pulled your slip down your shoulders, leaving you bare for all to see in nothing but pasties and thigh high stockings

✮ you smiled coquettishly as the crowd erupted into applause, all but one soul, rowdily cheering for your performance. miss abigail’s grip on her glass tightening viscerally and you knew she could shatter it if she tried hard enough

✮ as you stand to exit the stage a hand closes around your ankle and you panic. a man below you has a vice grip on you and you feel your short lived confidence shrink

“give us an encore sweetheart” he slurs, and he lifts his other hand in a poor attempt to stuff dollar bills into the band of your stocking

you try to shake him off and his grip tightens as he attempts to climb on stage, “no need to get feisty sweetheart, you’re just a fucking stripper in fancier clothes,” he yells at you, “just a whore like the rest of ‘em”

✮ in the corner of your vision you see abigail surge from her seat, visibly shaking with rage as she makes her way over to you. but security beats her too it, two of them tackling and then frogmarching the intoxicated man away from you as other gently leads you back to the dressing room

✮ the security man says something into his earpiece and then asks you to wait- so you listen, wiping your makeup off and rummaging for some comfy clothes to change into

“miss anderson has requested your presence in her office.” the man tells you as you pull a soft sweater over your head. you nod and follow him upstairs. in all the years you’d worked here you’ve never been in this area of the club before and your nerves buzzed as you stood in front of the sleek black double doors.

✮ you pressed them open and inside, miss abigail was sitting behind a giant mahogany desk, her hand in a bowl of ice that was tinted slightly pink. she smiled at you in such a warm way that it took you by surprise, since it conflicted so much so with her serious exterior. she gestured for you to sit in the plush armchair across from her. you couldn’t see yourself ever saying no to her so you sat down

“are you alright?” she asked, sculpted brows furrowed in concern. “I just wanted to personally apologize to you for what happened tonight.”

“i’m fine really, it’s okay-”

“it’s not though,” she interrupted, her jaw clicking with anger. she rose from her chair, wiping her dripping, bruised fist on a monogrammed towel. “that mans entitlement knows no bounds. to have the audacity to touch you in my club!” she spits

✮ she comes to sit on the portion of desk in front of you, craning her neck down to meet your gaze. “i am so sorry.”

you’re at a loss for words. you don’t know what to do with yourself, all you can focus on is abigail’s intense gaze and injured knuckles

✮“bring him in” she says, speaking to the bodyguard in the corner of the room but still holding eye contact with you.

✮ two more guards drag in the man from before. but you hardly recognize him- his face is pummeled in, black and blue and bloody. you realize the blood in the ice bowl doesn’t belong to abigail. it belongs to him. the guards force the man to his knees to your left, and you stare at him. horrified.

✮ abigail doesn’t even spare him a second glance. “do you want me to kill him?” she says, causally but seriously. “he disrespected you. and since you belong to me, he has disrespected me as well. my club. my family name too. but most importantly: you.”

✮ you do double take. she can’t be serious. but she takes your horrified reaction in stride. abigail straightens and takes off her suit jacket, draping it over the back of her office chair. she removes an expensive looking knife from her pocket and stands behind the man, flicking it open and pressing the blade to his neck as she grips his hair, fiercely jerking his head to face you.

“apologize to the lady.” she says, darkly.

✮ you blink in disbelief as you watch him say sorry over and over, blood dripping from his mouth. a few of his teeth are missing. his apologies turn to pleads as abigail presses the knife deeper, drawing a bead of blood from his gullet. he begs for mercy over and over and over and over.

✮ some twisted part of you wants to watch him die. you’ve never had anyone stand up against the horrible men in your life, and just once you’d like one of them to pay. but you know you’ll never be able to live with yourself if his blood was on your hands.

“don’t kill him.” you whisper, gaze directed to the floor.

✮ abigail huffs, almost disappointed but nods and releases him. the man slumps to the floor and the bodyguards drag him out.

✮ abigail cleans the rest of the blood from her hands and puts her jacket back on. “how are you getting home?” she questions.

“I always take the subway ma’am” you say.

She feels a pull in her gut at the honorific, but ignores it. not yet.

“I’m driving you home.”

✮ she reaches for your hand and you can’t even argue with her, so you take it. she leads you downstairs through the back to her black fortified range rover. she opens the door for you and then slides in after, handing you a bottle of water as she casually tells her driver your address.

your grip tightens on the water bottle, “miss abigail, how- how do you know where I live?”

“I keep tabs on all of my investments,” she says breezily, with a soft hand on your thigh, “and please, from now on call me Abby.”

And you have ever since

𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡

✮ you and abby have been inseparable since that night at her club. she encourages you to have a life of your own, but you two are rarely seen without one by the others side

✮ abby is fast to call you her girlfriend. likes to refer to you as her lover or partner to others, because she needs them to know you’re hers. being abby’s has offered you a level of protection you’d never know. after a lifetime of being treated like you were less than dirt, the royal treatment that came with being informally apart of the anderson family was like a breath of fresh air

✮ abby gifts you a penthouse apartment after a week of being together. after seeing the walk up you used to live in, with its roach infestation and lack of security, she was quick to amend the issue. you spend most of your time at her brownstone though, because you can’t bear to be away from her

✮ out of concern for you safety (and slight jealousy) abby asks you to retire from dancing at her club. since you no longer need to worry about money you agree, always wanting to make her happy. you occasionally will give her a private dance in the privacy of her bedroom

✮ you learn that the anderson family are not just in the club and real estate business. their empire is built mainly on international drug selling and smuggling. sometimes abby will let you sample new products before they’re released on the market. one time you smoked something so strong it sent you into such an intense panic attack that the only way you could calm down was abby offering up her muscular, tattooed arm for you to drawn on. you filled in her ink with markers and it finally got your heart rate to settle. now when you ever feel overwhelmed or anxious she lets you do some doodling and you love her for it

✮ abby wants you to have a life and ambitions outside of being her little housewife, so she gives you a modest loan ($500,000) for you to do whatever you please with. you decide to start a charity that helps young children in the foster care system become classically trained in the dance style of their choosing. you want to help kids like the anderson family helped you, and abby is so proud of you. she helps you learn about business and financial literacy, wanting you to be self sufficient and confident. she also makes sure to show you how to take care of herself, and gives you self defense and shooting lessons

✮ abby is a good few years your senior, you being in your mid twenties and her being in her late thirties. but she never ever talks down to you or treats you like a child. she lets you go crazy and experience your youth, never telling you not to wear something revealing or how much to drink. she just holds your hair when you vomit in the toilet and always makes sure to have fresh bagels and painkillers on the bedside table when you wake up.

✮ abby’s usual composed, levelheaded nature only crumbles around the anniversary of her fathers death. her employees, family and friends all warn you of her violent outbursts and fits of anger during this time. but somehow, around you she finally leaned to cope with her grief differently. she talks about him out loud for the first time in years with you. she starts calling you ‘sunshine’ because you always chase her strorm clouds away

✮ abby likes to spend weekends at the country house in upstate new york when she wants a bit of fresh air. the first time she takes you up there is on your birthday. she introduces you to her dobermans, and the new puppy she got you. you name her sprinkles and carry her in your arms everywhere. if you’re in bed, sprinkles is in your lap while you read. she’s on the counter while you do face masks. she’s in your arms as you watch tv. you’re inseparable.

✮ abby’s most dangerous hobby/addiction is high stakes poker. the buy in can range anywhere from 25k to a million dollars. she likes it when you sit on her lap, keeping her company in a tiny dress while she plays, cigar tucked between her lips, hand full of cards, the other under your skirt. she doesn’t like when her opponents ogle you- but she does like when you sweet talk them and they distractedly play awful hands until she wins. she always sticks some of the cash under your bra strap and tells you to buy yourself something pretty, before smacking you on the ass affectionately. she calls you her good luck charm.

✮ abby is secretly a giant softie. she has a wicked sense of humor and kind heart, a side of her only you get to see. she doesn’t remember much of her mother but she does have the classic children’s literature books she passed down to her. you ask abby to read some to you, and she pretends not to be excited when you curl up in her lap, head tucked into her neck, while she reads ‘the little prince’ to you

𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶

✮ after 2 years of dating abby proposes to you, late one summer night while on vacation in bali. she gives you her signet ring, with her family crest on it- you know it means much more to her than a traditional engagement ring because it’s one of the only things of her fathers she has left. you’re so happy you cry as she slides it on your finger. you’re still crying on the sunset helicopter ride over the ocean. you’re still crying when she holds you in bed back at the hotel, telling you how much she loves you and laughing adoringly at your outpour of emotion

✮ you get married in gorgeous chateau in the south of france with all your friends and family there to support you. you wear a costum made designer gown, and abby only lets a single tear fall when she sees you walking down the aisle, quickly wiping it away. she gets you a vintage cream colored Porsche as a wedding gift and you keep it for when you want to go on drives at the country house. during your first dance she twirls you around the ballroom to ‘at last’ by etta james

✮ abby loves having you as her wife but now that her ring is on your finger her jealous tendencies increase tenfold. she’s more possessive, touchier and angrier when men and women try to get with you

✮ you officially move into abby’s brownstone but keep your penthouse for girls nights (and the occasional fight when you can’t stand to sleep in the same bed as abby. but she always shows up at your door with flowers and you inevitably go back home with her)

✮ abby sometimes gets so caught up in her work she just holes up in her home office and forgets to eat or sleep. she likes having you live there because you’re always gentle to her when she forgets to take care of herself. you get her takeout from her favorite sushi place when she doesn’t have time for dinner and you keep her company when she’s stressed. either on the sofa with a book or sitting straddling her lap while she types around you. sometimes you sit at her feet and rest your head on her muscular thigh while she pets your hair. you like it because you can see the tension leave her body. you also like how submissive you feel beneath her

✮ on your 1 year wedding anniversary, you and abby get matching tattoos. she gets your first initial on her bicep, tucked between to older pieces she got done in her 20s. you get a capital ‘A’ inked on your hipbone, dangerously close to your cunt. sometimes abby will just pull down your skirt and slide your panties to the side to see it. she loves that you’ve basically branded yourself with her name. you belong to her in every sense of the word

𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 (𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴)

✮ abby, being the twisted and tortured soul that she is, her sexual expression is quite dark, her kinks a little fucked up

✮ a little while into your relationship abby reveals to you that one of her personal establishments is a b*sm club that she regularly attended, engaging in sessions with a few submissives she had on her roster. she let them all go, letting them down gently when she began seeing you

✮ the first time you attend the club abby explains it all to you and you take it all in very earnestly. she’s surprised at how open you are and how you’re not running for the hills at some of the kinks she reveals to you

✮ the first time you have a scene together, it’s private, simple. abby establishes a safeword with you (you like the stoplight method) and she fucks your cunt with her thick fingers until your dripping down your thighs, pleading for her to stop. the first time she gives you aftercare you’re so confused as to why she’s being so nice to you. you’re used to hookups, and even some of your partners, just fucking you then rolling over. or just straight up leaving. abby draws a bath for you, with oils and salts for your sore muscles and you fall asleep in her arms submerged in lavender scented bubbles and foam.

✮ you discover that abby has a hardcore exhibitionism kink. she’s taken you against open windows and on balconies, at night and in broad daylight. she’s pressed up into you underneath the dinner table while out with friends. she loves to finger you with a small audience at the club, you on her lap on the sofa, legs spread for everyone to see while she forces your eyes to meet theirs with a painful grip on your jaw

✮ when she proposed to you, abby also presented you with a collar she bought for you to wear during scenes, only if you want to. and around the club occasionally. you’re not sure if you’re going to be into it, but as soon as abby fits it snug around your neck you almost cry from out perfect it feels. it’s the key to easing you into that beautiful submissive haze abby loves to see you in

✮ with abby you kindle a love for shibari. she doesn’t know much about the art but learns and researches extensively for you. sometimes she does decorative ties with pretty rope just to look at you in them- you love the feeling of being constrained and observed. you especially love being suspended, with dozens of eyes on you as you hang from the ceiling. sometimes abby will circle you like you’re prey and she’s a hunter. sometimes she’ll just pet your hair and tell you how pretty you look while you whine and beg for her to touch you more

✮ abby likes to be called mommy and daddy, depending on the day and her mood. mommy when she’s holding you in her lap, cooing at you while you cry from overstimulation, her fingers stuffed inside you. she’s daddy when she’s taking you from the back, smushing your face into the pillows as she fucks you through your fourth orgasm while you struggle to breath

✮ abby likes treating you like her little doll, buying clothes for you and putting them on for you. buckling your shoes too. she enjoyed casually being your dom outside of the club space. ordering for you. physically moving you where she wants you. she gets off on the idea of you being totally dependent on her (but only for the headspace it puts both of you in, she makes it very clear that she wants you to be your own person)

✮ abby usually doesn’t enjoy receiving when it comes to aftercare, but since being with you she lets you do small things for her. intimacy where she’s the focus makes her nervous but you reassure her that you just want to make sure she’s feeling loved. after an intense scene, only after you’re rested and taken care of, she’ll sometimes let you massage her back with vanilla scented oil. she also likes when you wash her hair for her. she has to kneel so you can reach her head since she’s so tall. this being one of the few times she’s ever on her knees for someone,

she’s glad that it’s for you

this was so fun to write, let me know what you think! ⋆˚✿˖°

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you guys need to read this series it’s three parts and i’m obsessedddd it’s one of my faves <3 !!!! 💋💋💋

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖) ₊ ⊹

part III

ੈ♫‧₊˚ now playing: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 - 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒔

synopsis: fuckgirl rugby!abby x innocent!reader x dealer!ellie ; with all tensions resolved, you finally soothe the ache that’s been thrumming inside you when you have your first time with ellie and abby.

cw: 18+ mdni, very fem!r, innocent!r, dom top!abby, sub bottom!reader, switch/bottom!ellie, strength k!nk, loss of virginity, general rough s*x, slight corruption & breeding k!nk, family trauma, religious trauma, mentions of parental death, emotional/make up s*x, lotssss of fluff, mentions of christian holidays

an: hiii, here’s part three finally, my sincerest apologies for wait- if it helps at all this chapter is basically just smut, with some more smut and a little bit more smut to top it all off ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ I’m so so happy i started writing this series. I’ve made so many new moots & new followers and I’m so thankful and happyyyy ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა although this series is over I’m definitely not done writing for rugby!abby or dealer!ellie so send me some asks in my inbox 💌 I’d love to play around with them some more - sincerely, sugar ⋆˚✿˖°

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“Abby your room is…beautiful.” You say. It has a sleek, modern design, with trophies and award ribbons everywhere. “Really nice bed. A great bed. It’s really big...” You continue. It was one of the biggest ones you’ve ever seen, large enough to fit 4 of you.

You don’t know why you’re rambling and focusing so much on the size of it, instead of just jumping in. But you’ve nervous, more so than you’d like to admit. All the bravery in your body has jumped ship, and now that the two girls you’ve been wanting for ages are finally here, ready and wanting, you can’t even get on the stupid bed.

Always somehow able to sense what you’re feeling abby rubs comforting circles into your hand. “Want to wait?”

You shake your head no, not trusting your voice to stay stable.

Ellie squeezes your waist encouragingly before kissing the side of your head. “We won’t be mad, angel. Seriously it’s chill.”

It felt so nice knowing they were more concerned with your comfort level than their lust for you, but you knew deep down you were ready.

You didn’t say anything for a moment, working up the courage. Then you pulled your sweater up and over your head. You wanted this- and you wanted them.

Ellie’s face immediately flushed at the sight of your flimsy bralette and Abby suppressed a predatory grin.

“Fuck- well in that case,” Ellie muttered before stripping down to her wifebeater and boxers in less than three seconds. You giggled at her enthusiasm as she made herself comfy in Abby’s bed. She beckoned you over and you crawled across the comforter to snuggle up into her. She could tell you were nervous, your fingers shaking a little as you gripped her shoulders to straddle her lap. But she wanted you to feel good, knowing you just needed to get into it and you’d forget all about your worries.

“Let’s give abs a little show,” she said, lips brushing across your neck gently. You shivered at the press of her hot mouth against your jaw and nodded your head quickly.

Ellie groaned, finally getting to finish what she started in your bedroom all those months ago when she’d first met you. God she was so fucking glad that you were assigned as Dina’s roommate.

Ellie pulled you down to meet her and crashed your lips together in a messy kiss. While she bruised you lips her hand came up to palm your tits while the other tightly gripped your hip. Ellie’s kisses began to dip down, leaving hickey after hickey on the smooth expanse of your neck. Selfishly, she wanted to mark you, have you feeling her teeth marks in the morning. Her lips wandered down to your chest and found a home between your breasts.

She slipped a single finger under your bra and ghosted it across the skin there “Can I take this off, baby?” Your hips, seeming to have a mind of their own, bucked at the featherlight touch and both of you groaned. You nodded your head again.

“Uh-uh, need to hear you say it, sweet girl. Tell me what you want.”

“Please take it- I want it off.” You breathed desperately.

“That’s my girl.”

Ellie pulled the bralette gently up your body, and flung it across the room, hitting Abby squarely in the chest.

She grunted at the impact and you twisted quickly, “Ellie!” You giggled. But you were the only one laughing. Abby’s gaze was focused entirely on your chest, cheeks warm and lip tucked between her teeth.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” She muttered. She was stood casually at the foot of the bed, looking cool and collected. Except for her balled fist, like she was desperately trying to control herself.

“Best fucking tits I’ve her seen, where’ve you been hiding these baby?” Ellie squeezed you in her grip and you whimpered. She pulled you to her, ramming your back against her front, still fondling you chest in her calloused palms, giving Abby a crystal clear view of what she was doing to you. She pinched your left nipple and your hips jumped upwards.

“Ellie-” Abby said in a warning tone.

“Is it too much angel?” Ellie said, ignoring her, you could hear the smirk in her voice too. You squirmed in her arms. She tugged again and you cried out.

“Jesus, Ellie- just- be fucking gentle!” Abby finally got onto the bed, swatting Ellie’s hand away from you. Ellie chuckled quietly into your ear.

Abby smoothed a hand up your thigh and then back down again. “How ‘bout we take these off?” She offered.

“Yes please.” Your whiny plea made Abby’s fist tighten momentarily. She breathed out once through her nose before she continued. She was dangerously close to cracking. She wanted to be gentle with you, wanted your first time with her to be soft and loving like you deserved. She also wanted to prove you and Ellie wrong- that this wasn’t just a quick casual hookup to her. Though she knew she wasn’t being judged for her past actions she wanted to pour out all her care into her touches. She wanted to prove it to herself that she’d changed.

Abby carefully unbuttoned your jeans before shimmying them down your trembling legs. At the sight of the obvious wet patch on your underwear all three of you let out a shaky breath. Abby placed a soft kiss upon the fabric before sliding them off too, dropping them on the floor where they landed with an embarrassingly wet smack. You cringed at the sound, but the embarrassment of it all didn’t last long when you felt the warmth of Abby’s hand ghosting over your cunt.

“Can I touch you here?” She asked, hesitantly.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you couldn’t take this anymore, “don’t make me wait anymore abby, please I can’t-”

She silenced you with a gentle brush against your clit and you whined so loud you swore the downstairs neighbors feared hear.

Abby swore under her breath at the feeling of your warm folds enveloping her fingertips. She drew slow circles around your clit, eyes trained on your face to gauge your sensitivity. But your eyes were screwed shut, cheek leaning into Ellie’s strong chest as you let wave after wave of pleasure wash over you.

Abby was slowly finding that she was becoming obsessed with your pussy, every shake of your hips, every twitch of your thighs and cry from your lips sent her reeling.

“You ever had your fingers inside sunshine?” She asked tightly, eyes still glued to your cunt.

You shook your head, “no but I wanna try- I think I can take it.”

She pressed her forehead against your lower tummy as she trailed her finger down her cunt, pressing one against your hole experimentally. She watched it flutter before her eyes and the grip she had on your hip tightened. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Abby pressed a single finger into you and the feeling had your hips bucking and your hands fisting the fabric of Ellie’s boxers.

“Abbyyy, oh god-” you whined.

Abby rubbed the skin off your waist comfortingly, pressing kisses to your hipbone, “I know, baby, I know- you’re so fucking tight-” She said, “just relax for me, sunshine.”

You tried to loosen up, and Ellie helped, brushing your sweaty baby hairs away from your face and kissing the top of your head with every whine that left your lips.

Soon Abby was pressing a second finger inside you and you felt a pressure start to build in your gut. It was familiar, like the butterflies you often got when around them but so much stronger; they were swarming like a hurricane and you felt it in your whole body.

“Abby- Abby fuck, I’m gonna-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before your orgasm hit you, beautiful and bordering on painful from its intensity.

As you caught your breath, you felt Ellie’s soft hand brush away the tears that had escaped your eyes and felt Abby softly pry your thighs open to release her poor hand, which you’d accidentally trapped in the throws of pleasure.

Ellie grabbed your jaw gently, lifting your face up and forcing you to look up at her. “Feeling good, sweet girl?” You nodded shakily, and she grinned at you messy blissed our expression.

Once you caught you calmed down all the way, you wiggled out of Ellie’s hold and sat up, wrapping your shaking arms around Abby’s neck, “thank you.”

Abby gripped you tight in return, “of course baby. Was that good for you?”

You nodded your head rapidly and she huffed out a laugh.

“Abs?” Ellie piped up from behind you, “you know what I’d love to see?” Abby loosened her arms and met Ellie’s dark, lust full gaze with a confused look in her eyes. “I’d love to watch our pretty girl taking your strap.”

Abby’s breath caught at the proposition and she looked down at you for reassurance. You’d never done anything like that, but the image of Abby between your thighs, using all of her strength to fuck into you, making you take her- god you felt like you could come again, completely untouched, just thinking about it.

“Yes. Yes, god- please. I want it.”

Ellie grinned so wide it took up her entire face and promptly pulled you into a searing kiss. She eased you down into the mattress, mouthing at your jaw and tits whilst Abby stripped down. You heard the rustling of her getting a brand new toy from her bottom drawer and watched in awe as she dragged the leather harness up her strong thighs and secured it over her tight boxers briefs, the sound of the metal clicking into place making you impossibly wetter. Your body was pushing into Ellie but your mind was entirely consumed by Abby- she looked so comfortable and in her element: the cocky set of her jaw as she attached the toy, the way her muscles were glowing in the lamplight, her fucking knee buckling v-line. You wanted to lick that cord of muscle all the way down.

Abby eased herself onto the bed, lube in hand, and slid a comfy looking pillow beneath your hips with Ellie’s assistance.

“Want you to tell me if it gets too much.” She said to you, very stern. She was so fucking sexy when she got like this, all gently dominant.

You nodded and she kissed your forehead, before lubing up the toy hanging between her thighs.

“You don’t even need all that do you, sweet girl? We got you riled up enough- you’re dripping all over Abby’s sheets.” Ellie tsked, playing with your folds, smirking down at you arrogantly. “So fucking messy,”

You whimpered when Abby’s fingers joined in and both of their hands were exploring you, their faces watching yours carefully for your reactions. They were going to kill you if Abby’s giant strap didn’t. It wasn’t that big in retrospect, maybe 6 inches, but that was bigger than anything you’d ever had inside you.

Abby slid it up your wet cunt a few times, smacking your clit with it gently which made your hips jump.

“You ready baby?”

“Yes, please- just fuck me abby, please please please-”

Hearing you beg was music to her ears and she pushed into you slowly. You clenched down immediately around the unfamiliar intrusion and watching your face crumple in discomfort had Abby quickly second guessing her choices. But you reached a hand up to her face and put the other on her hip urging her forward.

Ellie kissed your temple from where she was laying next to you, on her side, head propped up on her fist, free hand stroking your tummy reassuringly. “That’s it babe- atta girl,” she cooed. “Doing so well for us.”

Her praises made it easier for you to take everything that Abby was giving. She pressed deeper and soon she bottomed out inside you, face sweaty and flushed with the restraint she was holding. She felt perverted, feeling her own pussy clench and drip at the sight of yours stretched out so obscenely around the silicone.

She began a slow, shallow rhythm, pushing into you and sweetly praising you periodically until you got used to the feeling of being so full, and god- what a wonderful feeling it was. The drag of Abby’s cock inside you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and soon she began fucking you in earnest, every thrust pushing the air from your lungs and knocking all the thoughts from your brain, the ridges of her strap catching on your walls just right.

“You look so good baby” she grunted, and you whimpered in response, “taking every inch of my cock.”

She slid a big arms under your waist and held herself up with the other, ramming you against her roughly and the change in pace and angle made you keen loudly. She was finally fucking you like you’d always imagined, like she was letting her control slip. She thrust you up and down on her strap like a rag doll, like you weighed nothing to her- which you did. You knew she benched almost triple your body weight.

You cried out with every shove of Abby’s cock inside you, and every sound you made had Ellie more aroused than she’d ever been in her entire life, the obscene sound of skin slapping on skin making her clench around her own fingers. You and Abby both seemed to notice at the same time that she had a hand shoved down her boxers, jerkily getting off to the sight of you getting fucked within an inch of your life, splayed out whoreishly beneath Abby’s huge body.

Without any warning Abby’s slid out of you, gently of course, but the loss of her inside you had you immediately teary eyed and embarrassingly desperate to be full again.

“Wha- abby…bibi?” You questioned, voice wobbly.

Abby groaned at the sight of your wet cheeks, cursing herself internally for loving how much of a mess she’d made you.

“sorry baby,” she said gripping your jaw and pressing a messy kiss to the fat of your cheek, “I just think Ellie’s feeling a bit left out-”, she turned your head for you, and Ellie looked back with hazy fucked out eyes, cheeks flushed and almost a little embarrassed. “we don’t want that do we, sunshine?”

You shook your head no, “uh-uh, want you to feel good too els!”

Ellie thought you sounded so cute, voice sleepy and hoarse from all the screaming you’d done, but she felt selfish pulling attention away from you.

She looked at Abby, “I don’t know…shouldn’t we just let her come first and then maybe-”

Abby switched from gripping your jaw to gripping hers, giving her a look she never gave you- like she didn’t want to be argued with.

“Lie back against the pillows Ellie.”

“But-”

Abby squeezed tighter, “Lie. Back.”

Ellie let out the faintest whimper, you’re sure you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t so close. She shuffled over to the top of the bed and eased herself back against the cushions.

Then Abby patted you on the ass, and told you to flip over and you did, before she easily slid you forward so that your mouth was hovering over Ellie’s clothed pussy.

“Now, baby,” she said forcefully spreading your legs so that she could see your dripping cunt more clearly, “I’m gone fuck you, and while I’m taking you from behind you’re gonna make sure Ellie’s feeling just as good as you are- understand?”

“Yes Abby.”

“And Ellie’s gonna tell you exactly how she likes it, yeah?

Ellie shivered and nodded jerkily, “yeah- yes! Yes abby.”

Then abby shoved back into you and resuming her brutal pace, one hand pushing down on your back and the other gripping your hip with the strength of some kind of god. Every thrust sent your cheek bumping into Ellie’s pussy and she made quick work of ripping your boxers off so that she could finally feel your mouth on her.

You really had no idea what you were doing but you trusted Ellie, you knew she would help you.

Ellie laced her hand with yours where it rested over your stomach and used the other to guide your lips down between her thighs.

“Suck on my clit, angel,” she instructed, voice rough, “f-fuck, just like that.”

This position was quickly becoming one of your favorites: the feeling of Ellie bucking up into your waiting mouth and Abby pushing into you roughly was driving you crazy in the best way. You could feel them both everywhere, completely enveloped in their touch and their scent, the pleasure they’ve been given you crackling in your nerves endings and down your spine.

Ellie felt every moan and whine that poured from your lips ripple within her, the vibrations heightening her pleasure so much that soon she began to use you to get off, grinding into your tongue like you were a toy for her to play with.

Simultaneously Abby was fucking you harder, the rounded end of her cock ramming into your cervix with every push of her hips. She hadn’t used this toy before and was elated to discover that the backing was perfectly designed to bump her clit with every thrust she delivered.

“Fuck baby- swear I can feel you gripping me, you’re gonna make me come- Jesus fuck,” she rambled, and her shaking voice clueing you in to just how close she was, “can’t believe I’m the first one to fuck you, I’m the only one to h-have you like this- can’t believe you’re letting me break you in baby, wish I could f-fill you up, you’d like that wouldn’t you, sunshine-”

Abby’s thrusts start to get sloppy as her orgasm crashed over her, but it didn’t matter much because soon you were coming again, so much harder than you did the first time. You sob into Ellie’s cunt from how good it feels and she’s quick to follow, her thighs squeezing your head as she rides out the remainder of her orgasm on your tongue.

The room is silent, aside from the occasional whimper and heavy breath.

Ellie’s the first to speak, letting out a shaky “holy fuck.” As she sits up unsteady arms.

She looks down at you- face covered in tears from your orgasm, thighs sticky with your release, eyes glazed over- and lets out a soft chuckle at the state of you.

“I’m gonna pull out now baby,” Abby says softly in your ear and you can only nod. She slips out of you and detaches the toy, tossing it somewhere to clean up later. At the feeling of her fingers suddenly on your pussy again you yelp, weakly pushing her hand away but she doesn’t let up.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. Just need to check and make sure I wasn’t too rough with you.”

You let Abby do whatever she needs and nuzzle your head into Ellie lap, who welcomes the closeness, stroking your face clean with a tender hand.

Abby comes to sit beside Ellie, pulling your legs into her lap and begins to massage your still trembling thighs. “You tapping out, baby?” She asks, trying so hard to keep her arrogant attitude from slipping forth- she loved that she reduced you to a shaking, blissed out mess.

“I’m done. I definitely won’t be able to walk in the morning.” you admit, and both of them laugh.

Abby kisses you lightly on the head before disappearing into the bathroom. She returns with two wet cloths and throughly cleans you up, and tries to help Ellie who punches her in the arm and pridefully snatches it away to clean herself.

Abby lets you and Ellie borrow some clothes to sleep in- you in her huge rugby sweatshirt and Ellie preferring to sleep in boxers and literally nothing else.

“I think we need food,” Ellie says, springing up from the bed, “where the fuck is my phone. We should Uber Eats a giant pizza.”

Abby frowns and looks at Ellie with disgust, “we’re not ubering food when we can just make something homemade! It’s cheaper-”

“Okay, first of all you are loaded!” Ellie scoffs, “and this pizza is going on your card.”

Ellie turns on her heel and stalks out to the living room and Abby follows exasperatedly. You giggle to yourself as listen to the sounds of them bickering and play fighting down the hall.

The last thing you remember is cozying up in Abby’s bed, her pillows heavenly soft and smelling like sex and both of their colognes- the heady scent lulling you into a deep slumber.

When they return to ask your opinion on dinner, Ellie and Abby find you curled up like a kitten underneath the duvet, snoring adorably, cheeks smushed aggressively into the pillow.

You wake up wrapped in the warm embrace of two bodies. You must have curled into Ellie in your sleep because you were hanging on to her like a lifeline, squeezing her like a teddy bear. And Abby’s big arm was stretched around both of your bodies, holding you two close. You decided you wanted to surprise them, give them a nice reward for taking suck good care of you last night. So you wriggle carefully out of their grasps and steal a pair of Abby’s socks before tip toeing to the kitchen. Lucky for you, you knew they were both heavy sleepers, slumbering away like corpses, and not even impending doom could wake those girls up.

You raided Abby’s well stocked kitchen, grabbing pans and baking dishes and ingredients- you were surprised to find she had a heart shaped waffle iron for some reason- you added that to the pile. You listened to music on a very low volume as you chopped ingredients and whipped eggs for an omelette for Abby, and prepared batter for some cinnamon waffles, that you knew Ellie would love. You even found Abby’s disgusting protein powder and decided to make a smoothie as well, and another mixture for you and Ellie that would actually be drinkable. You couldn’t complain too much, Abby being a total gym rat was one of your favorite things about her. You loved how strong she was and you especially loved it today, because you could feel her all over your body the morning after. Your thighs were so sore you had to drag a stool over from the kitchen island because standing for so long was making your legs even more shaky.

You heard some shuffling and groaning and you figured your girls were up so you skipped down the hall to the bedroom to rouse them for breakfast.

You cracked the door open tentatively, not wanting to startle them, but you were surprised to see them wide awake. Wide awake and deep in the midst of passionate love making.

Abby was tenderly fucking Ellie in missionary, holding her close and kissing her hair, both of them with tears in their eyes. “I’m sorry”s and “I love you”s whimpered into each others lips. You quietly closed the door to give them some privacy. You felt like your heart was gonna burst, so happy that they had really reconciled and found love- found each other. Finally, after all these months, you knew they’d be okay.

You were sprinkle powdered sugar over the waffles when they finally appeared, Ellie covered in hickeys and Abby still slightly out of breath, you chuckled to yourself as they sat down in front of the plates you’d made them.

“Fuck yeah- I could get used to this.” Ellie said, grabbing a waffle with her bare hands, completely disregarding the fork you left for her.

Abby, way too happy to reprimand her, just kissed Ellie’s head, then yours, pulling you into her as she affectionately watched Ellie shovel food into her mouth like a toddler. Abby squeezed you tight, “I’m so fucking happy.” She said and you wanted to cry because so were you.

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” You whisper, your voice betraying your nerves a bit.

Abby eyebrows furrowed cutely, “Of course you are baby. You’re mine, for as long as you’ll have me. Both of you.” She looks at Ellie hesitantly, and she looks back, face pink eyes wide.

She stands and walks over to you two, “Yeah. Obviously. You stayed… and I want you to stay forever.” She kisses Abby’s jaw, “my girl,” then your cheek, “and my angel.”

Abby eyes flood with joy and she pulled you both into her chest, and for the first time ever you finally felt at home.

Two Months Later ──── ★ ˙ ̟

“I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this shit all fucking night,” Ellie grumbled, stumbling into Abby’s apartment, buzzed on life and cheap beer.

You twirl in after her, equally as tipsy, widest grin ever plastered on your face, “els it was an ugly Christmas sweater party! It’s my favorite holiday and you have to be festive- it’s important to me.” You pout.

Abby, the deeply sober designated driver for the evening, just shakes her head with a bemused expression at her girlfriends’ antics and locks the door behind her.

Ellie turns around and glares daggers at you, and you catch another glimpse of her sweater, that reads ‘jingle my bells’ in garish green lettering above a few Christmas bells that dangle from the bottom hem. You collapse into another fit of giggles, clutching your stomach as you try to hold onto the couch for support, which you don’t get, because your arm misses it and you plop onto the ground, still laughing maniacally. You’re sure it isn’t that funny, but the weed and vodka combo you’d had tonight was making anything and everything absolutely godamn hilarious. Ellie rolls her eyes at you but helps you up, before stripping the sweater off and throwing it on the ground where it lands with a musical flair into a heap.

Abby drags you both by the arms into the kitchen where she sits you down at the table and pours three glasses of water each for the both of you. “Listen you two, my apartments only got one toilet and I can only hold one persons hair back if all that liquor decides to make a surprise reappearance. So please, for the love of God, drink up.”

Ellie salutes her stupidly, but picks up a glass and you chug one down immediately because you don’t want to be a pain later on tonight- knowing you were the lightweight out of the group, notorious for making Abby comfort you while you vomited all over the place. Unfortunately, you still hadn’t learned to hold your liquor.

When you were done you threw your arms around Abby’s neck and gave her a million kisses on her cheek, and she let you, secretly loving how over-affectionate you were when you were drunk, “this is the bestest most wonderful Christmas I’ve her had! M’so happy bibi,” you said, still wrapped around her like a vine.

“Baby, it’s not even Christmas yet.”

“I know but still. All my christmases haven’t been so good. And this one is gonna be awful, because I have nowhere to go now that classes are out so I just wanna soak up all my festive Abby and els time right now!” You pouted, hiccuping a little from how worked up you felt.

Abby remembered what you told her about your parents- how they’d disowned you and banned you from ever returning to their house after you came out. She knew you bringing home two new girlfriends to introduced to your parents was definitely not going to go very well, so she understood why you decided to stay on campus.

Abby kisses your head softly, “I completely understand, sunshine, this uh- this is my first holiday season without my dad.”

“Abby, babe- shit. I’m so sorry.” Ellie said, reaching out and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay, really! It won’t be the same without him if I go home anyway, so I’ll just stay here with you baby, how’s that sound?”

You instantly perked up, “really!”

She nodded and you squealed in excitement, giving her another round of kisses on her other cheek, her face now completely covered in your sticky lip gloss.

“Or,” Ellie piped up, cleaning her throat. She played with her fingers like she did when she was nervous, “you guys could um… come up to Jackson with me, meet Joel. No pressure or anything but it’d be like having a little family Christmas, like you want, and he asks after you guys all the time, mostly because I never shut up about you two during our weekly phone calls but that’s not the point-”

“Oh Ellie really?! That would be so amazing, oh my god I love you!” You screech, flinging yourself into her arms, almost sending you both toppling to the ground.

“Abs?” Ellie looks up hopefully.

“Yeah baby that’d be…amazing.” She breathes, trying to fight the tears.

The next morning Abby’s car was parked in front of your dorm hall, packed to the brim with all your combined luggage, 75% of it being yours because you needed to have all your outfit and shoe options, insisting that you needed to be prepared for any event that was thrown at you, which both Ellie and Abby rolled their eyes at.

You skipped down the stairs with the last of your bags, Dina trailing behind you in massive sunglasses with a huge jug of coffee, as she nursed her raging hangover from the night before. She kissed you and Abby goodbye, and you hopped into the car, Abby handing you the aux cable, remembering how music helped your car sickness. You thanked her for with a peck on the cheek.

Once they were alone, Dina pulled Ellie into a tight hug, “Merry Christmas, idiot.” She said, words abrasive but voice full of emotion seeing how loved and happy her best friend was.

“Yeah, you too asshole.” Ellie grinned.

“Call me when you get in!” She shouted, as Ellie jogged towards the car.

“I will, D.”

“And take care of them!”

Ellie winked, before sliding into the passenger seat. “You know I will.”

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅

⇦ part II

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