OFF TO THE RACES.

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 ]

Dominant Abby is so hot! , can you make a fic where Abby has the reader handcuffed to the bed and she fucks them dumb?

she did it to me last night

warnings : minors shoo, fiiilthy smut, handcuffs, strap on (r!receiving), she calls it her cock, degradation, overstimulation, lmk if i missed anything

"abs– please, 's too much! sorr–"

"i asked you to keep that pretty mouth shut, honey." she cuts your words off with a heavy sigh. "restraining your needy hands isn't enough, is it? you need your mouth stuffed too?"

you can only open your mouth and allow her fingers in, glossy eyes staring up at her in apology for having touched yourself when she wasn't around. you wouldn't have done it if you knew it would come to this– that she would get so mad about your touching– as she quotes, 'what isn't yours'. your clit has been throbbing since the last hour, diverting your attention from the numbing sensation in your wrists from the cuffs that bang against the headboard with every thrust.

your half-lidded eyes brim with tears when she brings the vibrator back to your swollen clit, pressing hard enough for your whimpers to turn into louder sobs all over again. abby, on the other hand looks like she could keep doing this over again. the only sign of exhaustion on her face is the sweat dripping down her brow, but she's quick to swipe her thumb over that as well.

"too much, isn't it?"

her mocking tone reaches your ears, bringing back the usual guilt for breaking the rules. you shake your head, aware that you should be taking the punishment quietly. you had it coming. when she presses the vibrator down harder, you only spread your sore thighs further with a sniffle. abby smiles through her frown and mimics the shake of your head, cupping your jaw and placing a kiss near your mouth.

"like getting fucked senseless by my cock, baby? you'll take it like a good fucking slut?"

the way she's so absorbed in the act, one would assume she's fucking you only to fulfil her own carnal desires. but the fact that you're shuddering from all the overstimulation speaks differently, sobs echoing in the bedroom with every vibration that lands over your clit. if that isn't enough, she begins hitting the spot your own fingers can't find as easily as abby can.

she gathers the success of her act by the look of surprise on your face, beginning to tilt her hips and repeatedly hit over it. you try to squirm away from the relentless thrusts, but there isn't much you can do when restrained like that. she laughs at your helpless attempts, clicking her tongue and resting her palm over your belly– right where you can feel the strap hitting you on the inside.

"barely started, baby." she speaks with an evil smile. "come on now, gimme those pretty sounds again. louder this time."

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HER ANGEL— ABBY ANDERSON (au!abby)

cw: kinda dumbification, dom!abby, sub!reader, r! + abby both receiving oral, r! fingered, dacryphilia, established relationship, lil fluff, pervy!abby-ish?! 1.6k words!! no y/n!! men/minors dni

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it’s simple, really. abby loves control, you love to give her it. your lil arrangement is relaxing for you the both of you. so when she tells you she wants to have you all sweet, dumb, and floaty for her? you instantly agree. it feels so natural; abby loves to take care of you.

so it makes that you craved the comfort of your girlfriend in that way after your horrible day. your boss yelled at you for a mistake that wasn’t yours, you were late to class because of traffic, and you just felt so frustrated! and it’s only 3 pm!

abby knew what you needed the second she saw you all practically teary eyed when you walked into your shared apartment. you don’t say your usual excited comments the second you walk in n see her. so she’s all frowning and asking, “baby, what’s wrong? why is my angel looking all sad?”

“dumb stupid day. ‘m all upset now abby. don’t even wanna think anymore about it,” you whine out, kicking the ground.

and with that, abby will have you in her lap seconds later. it’s the first step to making you all pliable for her. you want you brain turned off? she can easily do that for you. after all, abby always knows best. at least that’s what she tells you. you’ll sit in silence until you start to squirm. then she knows it’s time for the final part of her plan.

she knows what you want— your puffy parted lips and glossy eyes are telling her all she needs to know. a soft whine escapes your lips as she slips two fingers into your mouth; just what you wanted. your lips wrap around her fingers before abby starts slowly pushing them in and out.

and just like that, you’re all fucked out for her. you’ll do anything for her when you’re like this. you know it, she knows it. abby almost feels guilty for all the ways she wants to ruin you when you’re like this. almost. but how can she help herself when her girl is just being oh so sweet for her? she can’t, honestly.

abby lets you suck on her fingers for a few more moments while she decides what she wants to do to you today. she decides having you use your mouth on her is the most fitting. after all, you have the biggest oral fixation known to man when you’re like this. your girlfriend thinks it really would be a shame if she didn’t help you with that, wouldn’t it be?

you start to slowly stir as she speaks to you. she’s rubbing her other thumb around your chin now. “wanna be my little angel today? why don’t you get on your knees and let me use that pretty little mouth of yours, yeah?”

the speed at which you nod is almost dizzying. the speed at which you get on your knees in front of her probably bruises you. but it doesn’t matter. you’d love nothing more than to make abby feel good. she’s the only thought in your head when she has you like this.

thoughts too jumbled, you let out a soft whine as you grab at her right pant leg. all you want is just her pants off. your biggest issue at the moment is your brain feels too fuzzy to do it yourself. the fact you’re not eating her out right now almost has you in tears.

abby immediately understands what you’re getting it. she just has so much sympathy for her poor poor girlfriend. your brain clearly is too stupid with the idea of her eating her out! lucky for you, she loves when you rely on her.

she wipes the tears that have now started to leak out of your eyes. she won’t deny how much she’s getting off on this, and her boxers can prove it. “my silly girl, you need help, don’t you? haven’t even fucked you and you’re all dumbed out for me,” the last part she more so whispers to herself.

you can only try to babble a response. your head goes immediately blank as you watch the buff woman’s muscles flex as she peels off her pants and underwear. you won’t even let her get a word in before your mouth is attached to her clit. her moans only fuel the fire in your lower belly as you swirl your tongue just as she likes it.

slick is starting to cover your mouth and nose as you feverishly eat her out. you can’t get enough of the way your mouth feels against her. you can tell abby feels the same by the way her moans are getting louder by the second. she’s close to the edge now.

your tongue slowly starts to do her favorite thing: fuck her opening. both of your moans start to get louder again. her hands are suddenly grabbing your hair, pulling you down, and making you let her grind against your tongue. she’s chasing her impending orgasm by using you.

she’s seeing stars as she cums against your tongue. your girlfriend doesn’t like messes so you lick it all up. a few more kitten licks in, she pulls you up by the chin due to overstimulation. you both pant as you collect yourselves.

abby is the first to speak up. “what a good fucking girl you all. you really are my little angel. so sweet for letting me use you to get off. let me eat you out just to show you how grateful i am,” she coos. she always makes sure to play to your praise kink.

heat suddenly flushes your face as you catch up to what she’s saying. all you can do is babble your want incoherently. abby chuckles before effortlessly picking you up to place on the sofa. she can’t have her girl all uncomfortable while she fucks you. not like you have enough thoughts right now to care, nor think about that anyways.

your dress is off of you in one motion, then your underwear. abby isn’t taking anytime to tease you today after being her angelic, dumb girl. the bruising grip she now has on your hips has you suddenly even more wet. her hands quickly peel your legs apart as you almost start to whine in impatience. even with her no teasing today it still feels too slow somehow.

the loudest pleasurable gasp leaves your lips as her mouth suddenly attaches to your clit. her tongue is making circles around your bud, making you gush more. you think about how you’re not sure how much better it could get than this. at least, until abby starts to circle your hole with a finger. she knows this is your favorite way to cum.

your body starts to shake in pleasure as she starts to fuck her finger in an out of you. you can’t decide which action feels better. all you care about is the high you’re trying to chase. you try to buck your legs to get her mouth closer, which was a mistake.

“i know you’re dumb, but didn’t think you were this dumb. you know good girls take what they get, don’t you? i’ll let it slide this time since i know you’re just too pussy drunk,” she says forces your thighs down.

“f-fuck! i’m so sorry. promise!” you cry out in reply. you apologize again for good measure, even while knowing you don’t have to, “i swear! i’ll be good abby!”

she hums in approval before going back to fucking you. now adding another finger, her fingers start to hit that spongy spot inside of you that has you squirming in pleasure. you’re absolutely sure this is what heaven feels like. the combination on her tongue and fingers have you so close to the edge of your orgasm.

abby picks up the pace as she picks up on the fact you’re about to cum. her fingers curl into you at an unrelenting pace and her mouth starts to move faster against your bud. all you can do is moan in response to her saying ‘uh huh’, ‘feel good baby’, and ‘good girl, taking it so well for me’.

it takes is five more strokes before you’re screaming out her name as your orgasm rips through you. it feels like a never ending wave of pleasure as abby talks you through it. all you can see are stars in your mind. you’re not sure you’ll be able to walk straight after this, so it’s safe to say you’ve forgotten about your previously shitty day now.

and just as quickly as it starts, it ends. abby has you scooped up the second your orgasm rips through you. she pulls the previously discarded blanket over the both you as she moves to cuddle you on the sofa. you stay burrowed in her arms for five minutes while you come down from you’d high. abby repeats soft praises to as you start to come to again.

you look up at your smiling girlfriend as you start to slowly open your eyes. “my best girl, there you are. can i get a washcloth and some water really quick? promise i’ll make it back before your pretty little head is filled with thoughts once again,” she teases you, but you’re still too fucked dumb to realize it.

words still feel too heavy, so you shyly nod in reply. you know abby will always take care of you. especially on days like this where all you need is to forget everything for a little. she leaves you with a kiss on the forehead, more promises to come back shortly, and a few more praises.

woohoo! hope y’all loved this one as much as i loved writing it!!! :-) if u enjoy this lil abby fic a reblog would be cool! support ur local hot girls/gay tlou writers!!! <3

(not super edited u guys already know the drill i don’t like rereading my stuff more than once lol)

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dykes who moan while THEY’RE fingering YOU get a $5000 home depot gift card and a big fat kiss from me MWAH

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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Abby ain’t gay

you know good and well she’s got a little bit of fruit in here cup.😋