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𝐹𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽 o𝓌𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇

Part 1: If you guys like it I can write part 2 (with smut)

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A/N: Despite my VERY frequent Abby x female reader stories, I actually write original pieces too. This one isn’t an original piece- the character is still Abby, but I’m pushing outside of my comfort zone and I’m doing Abby x OC. It's also modern(ish) day Abby

So without further adieu:

Light drifted across the room, pouring onto the table where a rather unimpressed and not-very awake girl was seated. She chased the letters of the paper in her hand, paying more attention to the lack of colour more than how interesting- or rather, uninteresting- the words were. 

The view from the balcony was gorgeous, it’s serenity drifting through the house and offering enough “fresh air” to cure a lifetime of hangovers.  And still, it was lonely. Not the cleansing kind people often searched for when investing in large areas of land just to have 5 unneeded bathrooms with pretty tiles to be admired; but the desolate and painfully boring kind that was becoming all the more prominent to a woman new to adulthood with her whole life worth of dreams and ambitions with no aim or prospects to go about pursuing them. 

Of course any talk of leaving the nest was disregarded as swiftly as it was brought up by her rather reserved, single father, who was more protective of her than anything. This was unsurprising of course. She had great beauty and wit who would be sure to have people swooning over her had she been raised in the city, and this prospect was what scared him the most. 

“Good morning Clara.” Spoke a tall, scrawny brunette who grabbed the paper off of the table and sat beside her. “Anything interesting?” He questions, more to the paper than to her. The girl shrugs, using just as much energy to remain neutral as she did to bury the rather obvious deep seated resentment she held towards him. With most guilt, of course.

“Nope.” She replies quietly, getting back up from the table and walking over to the kitchen. 

“Coffee, dad?” The man is unresponsive, eyes drifting happily over the page. Clara rolls her eyes.

“Coffee-“

“Huh? Oh yes, yes thank you sweetie.” Clara nods, walking over to the machine and pressing a button, the espresso machine pouring out the rich smelling liquid with a loud and familiar noise.

“Oh, I hired a new ranch hand…by the way.” Explains her father in an awkward mutter. Clara turns her head with a force which very nearly gave her whiplash. 

“A ranch hand?” She exclaims, already forcing herself to believe it was just her mishearing over the sound of the coffee. Her father sighs. 

“Why don’t you bring that over here?” With a pounding heart, she obeys, bringing the coffee to him and sitting in the chair in front, fiddling with her hands and noting how the two textures feel as she rubs her hand on one another. The man takes a deep breath.

“I figured we could use the help just in case you…end up going to college. Sometime soon, maybe. And I saw this girls ad so I thought…” Clara doesn’t say anything, partly due to her state of disbelief but mostly because she believes saying something will break this reality in two, and that her dad would instead, change her mind and ask her to stay forever.

“Anyway, it’s just a trial run-“ Clara leaps over and hugs him. 

“Thank you dad. When does she start?” The man lets out a short laugh. 

“Tomorrow.”

***

Clara had spent the morning cleaning the dishes she had put off doing last night, watching TV in her bed and chilling on her balcony naked. She had been painting something out there and had lost motivation for it recently. As for the lack of clothes, she had a tendency of spilling paint on her clothes to a point she had decided just not to wear them since she was home alone. Or at least she thought that until she heard a loud thud in the barn. 

Flinching so high she almost saw the heavens, she knocks the painting, causing the stranger to reveal themself at the noise.

There she was. A beautiful, unfamiliar woman with long blonde hair braided ever so nicely down her back, black tank top revealing arms bigger than on any man she had seen, and a face so stunning Clara was blushing even before returning to the realisation that she was butt naked. 

The woman immediately covers her eyes with her hand and turns away from her.

“I…I…am sorry-“

“Who the fuck are you?!” Demands Clara, picking the painting back up and hiding as best she could behind the frame. 

“Uh…I’m Abby. I think your dad hired me. I take it you’re…Clara?”

“Fuck.” She says, taking a stabilising breath. “No, the new hire is coming tomorrow.”

“I decided to drive in early, I was going to start organising the barn to make it easier for myself when I start tomorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look.”

“No…No it’s my fault, I’m sorry Abby.”

“I can come back if you want to…keep painting.” She clears her throat awkwardly. “Naked.” she adds. Clara laughs softly.

“No I uh, think I’m done with that. Let me put some clothes on and I’ll come down.” Abby blushes, head still glued to the floor like the most interesting object she could fathom was there. “There’s no need for that miss-“ Abby blurted out, but Clara had already returned to her room. 

The second those doors are closed, Clara is hitting her hand over her head in dismay. Of course this would happen to her. Her first god damn impression with some tank, godess-of-a-woman stranger was that she’s some sort of farmer hippie who paints in the nude. It was only somewhat true, but regardless it made her want to move out and start a life as an actual hippie some place where no one will find her. In a scramble, she grabs a dress from one of her clothes piles on the ground. She couldn’t be sure it was clean, but it certainly looked better than her other shit. Thankfully she spotted a coat on the rack behind her door. Mind you, mildly clashy, but better than nothing. 

“Abby?” She asks warily. Abby steps out of the barn, face bright red. 

“Still here Ma’am.” 

“Oh. Yes…good.” Clara says, mentally kicking herself at each word. Abby nods, words failing her too. 

“My…dad said he saw your ad. That…you stayed with two seperate families from a young age.” Abbys expression bears much interest, allowing Clara to take her time with what she's saying.

“They kept you on for years so you must be pretty good at what you do. Why’d you decide to take this job instead?” 

“Change of pace. Mr and Mrs Harkin are lovely people but, both well into retirement. It was their families farm and they had a lovely house up their when they were newly weds. Had their own jobs on the farm. I guess now that they’re older, they’re less able to enjoy the space. Plus Mrs Harkins has a lot of medicine she needs to refill and…well there ain't many hospitals nearby and if I do it every day the sheep don’t get fed and…well they’re movin in to their sons house.”

“Must have been a shame…” Clara offers, eyes drifting up and down the taller woman. Abby nods.

“Yeah. You know, I’m surprised you live out here. Most of em’ farmers are old folk or entrepreneurs.”

“My dad’s an entrepreneur. Sort of. He sells like IT to big companies. He leaves often for work trips.”

“Leaves you here? I can’t imagine many babysitters being willing to drive all the way out here when you were younger. Did you go with him?” Claras eyes soften and she shakes her head.

“My mum stayed with me. When she was alive.”

“Oh…Miss I’m so sorry.”

“Ah, don’t be. And yeah it is pretty lonely but, on the plus side, I can’t imagine painting in the nude being appropriate in whatever city you come from.” Abby laughs. 

“Utah.” Claras eyes widen. 

“Utah?” She nods with a smile that makes Claras whole body tingle.

“Salt lake city.” She explains. Clara nods.

Each breath that left the muscular woman seemed to ripple in the space between them, and Claras own breathing mirrored it, as if they’d fallen into a rhythm only the two of them understood.

“I hope the painting can still be salvaged.” Abby spoke after some time. Claras eyes widen. 

“What?” 

“Well, you kinda knocked it when you…”

“Yeah.” Clara interrupts, not needing the memory of her naked body being exposed to be rehashed. “Though I wouldn’t care if it was ruined. I’ve never been much into art. Too impatient. I paint when something drives me to. A feeling or something inspiring but, I’ve felt that less and less of late.”

“Hm.” Abby responds, examining Clara as if to squint in between the lines she had placed.

“If not art, then what? Surely a sweet thing like you has some big ambition. Art school maybe?”

Sweet thing like you. Repeated the voice in Claras head. Each word lingered in the air, thickening the atmosphere between them, drawing her in closer as if to shield her from the world. It was a delicate label, yet it bore an unexpected weight, making her feel seen in a way that both thrilled and unsettled her, like stepping into the sun after a long winter.

“Have I said something…?” Abby asks, her own nervousness becoming obvious as she talks. In truth she hadn’t expected such beauty. An old man and an already married daughter was what she had expected when Claras father had accepted the ad, not a scrawny, decently young man and his perfect fucking daughter. One who, from what Abby had seen on the balcony, had a physique that mirrored that of an angel itself. 

Fuck. Thought Clara at the realisation that she had no recollection of what Abby possibly could have asked her. 

“No…sorry I, what did you ask?” Abby smiles reassuringly. 

“I was just asking about your plans for the future, but…well I should probably get back to work. I’ve already wasted enough time as is just gettin’ you out here and…well I shouldn’t waste your time any longer.” Clara nodded shortly. 

“I’ll be in the house…my rooms just there if you need me.” She offers, stepping away from Abby this time.

***

It had been days without contact from her. Or at least, face-to-face contact. Clara had found herself on that balcony more often than ever. Waking up at dawn to the sound of tools being russled in the barn and the sheep making happy “baas” in response to Abby feeding them. She would look out and see her tending to the crops, sweat on her skin illuminated by the morning sun and bringing a colour that painted her like one of the finest artworks in creation. She had Claras mind coursing in ways that she would warrant was unhealthy. Daydreaming. Fantasising. There was a yearning that words couldn’t describe. 

She wouldn’t face her though. Their first conversation had an unspoken definitiveness to it. Like they would speak only as formalities when situations required them to. Plus it’s not like Clara had that kind of confidence. No, that kind of confidence was only discovered at the bottom of a bottle of alcohol most of the time, and thankfully her dad was away for yet another weekend trip, leaving his stash of expensive bourbon unattended to.

There was some point into her night where she had stumbled her way into the barn. It was her hiding spot when she was younger. Nothing much to do on a farm as a kid other than force your parents to play games, and now Clara found it offered her some comfort. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was looking for when she opened up those barn doors. A quiet place to chill out that wasn’t the same four walls of her room? Or was it Abby? She couldn’t be sure. 

Clara climbed up the ladder to the top level of the barn, heading over near the small window where a desk and a beanbag was. She clambered onto the beanbag, forming a small ball and closing her eyes. That was till the a haybale dropped, pulling an audible noise of shock from Clara. Abby gasped.

“Shit, fuck Clara?? Are you in here?” Clara simply laughs at the reaction.

“Calling me by my first name? Not very professional-profess?” She asks, continuing to stumble around. “I profess myself in banqueting to all the rout…”

“I…Miss I don’t-“

“It’s Shakespeare ‘Miss’ Anderson. You know, Cassius? Othello?”

“Oh.”

Clara’s voice, playful and teasing, had an ease about it that left Abby feeling unmoored and unsteady. She could barely keep up with what Clara was saying, but the mystery of it, the way her name sounded from Clara’s mouth, filled Abby with a raw, delicate ache.

“What are you doing in here?” Abby asks gently, walking over to the ladder. Clara shrugs.

“I live here. What are you doing in here? You know my dads away right? What if you were like a burglar who…burgled.”

“Are you drunk?” She asks, though the tone lacks any sort of accusation. Clara sighs. 

“Come, look at the stars with me.” She hums. Abby sratches the back of her neck. 

“Uh….well I really shouldn’t be…”

“Oh come on. You gonna leave a ’sweet thing like me’ up here by herself?” Abby laughs at her words, giving in and climbing effortlessly up the ladder.

“You can do that one handed? That’s hot.” Clara remarks. Abby just tilts her head with confusion. 

“What did you just say?”

“I said that out loud?” Clara asks with a tone of genuine confusion. “Oops.” Abby blushes as she sits on the floor beside her.

“You usually get drunk like this? Just you?” Abby inquires. Clara shrugs, her smile fading a little.

“That over there, that’s Saturn.” Clara explains, shifting a lot in the beanbag. Abby looks at her, surprised. 

“Saturn? You sure it’s not a star?”

“Nope. Saturn is m’most….mmm” Abby laughs, using her middle finger to push some hair out of your face.

“You’re so drunk.”

“Do you like me?” Clara asks, a rather sudden and drastic shift in both emotions and conversation. 

“Well, sure Miss you seem uh, real nice.” Abby says simply. 

“No I mean…you saw me. Naked. Did you like what you saw?”

“Wh- I…I wasn’t looking. Honest.” She states, parting the wisps of her blonde hair framing her face away from her eyes.

“Oh.” Clara replies, feeling the drunken urge to start bawling appear. 

“Why do you care what I think anyway?” Abby asks, noting her expression and relaxing her tone as she spoke. Clara shrugged.

“I’ve been alone a lot. Thought I liked it, but…I watch all’em mmm….romances and the sit coms…never once been desired like that. Or desired…” Her words trail off, as if Clara is on the verge of sleep. She quickly snaps back into it. 

“Anyway…I don’t know why I’m sayinallthis t’you. You’re…big…muscly…pretty. Sure you’ve had your fair sure of desir-ara-bles?” Abby laughs harshly at this.

“I think we should get you some water…”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Abby’s gaze softens, confusion clear.

“My apologies, Miss. What did you ask?”

“Don’t give me that. You saw me, even if you said you didn’t “look.” what’s wrong? Y’don’t like girls? Or do you just not like me??”

“Clara, it’s simply something I don’t want to talk about while you’re not sober enough to know what you’re saying. I think you’re very beautiful, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about how I…looked at your body without your consent.”

“Fine.” Clara says, unbuttoning her comfy red flannel. Abby gasps, immediately covering her eyes with her hands.

“Jesus, Miss-“

“I consent now, just look.”

“I’m not gonna-“ Abby starts to say, the corner of her eye betraying her as she sees the outline of a lace, purple bra.

“Wanna see something else?”

“NO- no just…wait here, I’m gonna get you a blanket mkay?” Abby stammers, getting up in a rush. A solid grip quickly stops her. 

“I’m sorry.” Clara says. Abby smiles softly, turning to look at her face, (as well as she could) with reassurance. 

“Don’t be. Being drunk alone is…well, I’ve done that once or twice should we say.” Abby says, kind blue eyes staring into Claras green. “Tomorrow morning we can talk as long as you like.”

“You’r staying here?” Clara asks, bewildered. Abby shrugs. 

“If you’ll have me.”

“Yes.” Clara responds at an embarassing speed.“Though we are in a barn, don’t you want to go to my room?”

“Miss, I’ve worked here less than two weeks. What would your father think if he finds me on your bed with you?” Clara rolls her eyes.

“Fine, but you better grab me that blanket.”

“Be right back, your highness.” Abby teased. 

Claras eyes drift closed in Abbys absence, hearing faintly the sound of her heading down the ladder. Even while in a state of almost sleep, she can still sense Abbys presence return beside her—the steady rise and fall of a chest, the delicate sigh of a  muscular and yet still soft form settling in. A stray strand of hair slips across her cheek, stirring as she breathes, and she reaches up with barely a thought, brushing it aside before realising she’s also touched the woman beside her. Their hands meet, fingers resting in a quiet, unplanned tangle.

That’s how they wake up, too. Clara, who is usually as opposite to a morning person as one could fathom, wakes up before Abby, feeling dehydrated and disorientated. She moves to get up before feeling a body. A muscular body that builds her with the fear of the reality that she hadn’t simply dreamt of coming onto Abby while in the comfort of her bed, but rather that she had done that, and that it was rather thick, barn air she was smelling.

“Fuck.” Clara cursed under her breath, waking the other girl who calmly rubbed her eyes. 

“Morning.” Abby says. 

Fuck.

[k1ngpin42]

It's purring

Oiled up Abby omfg. I took this photo myself and I'm fucking fiending. She could choke me, hit me, call me a good girl, her fucking slut, do anything and everything she wanted. When I tell you I opened one of my old saves and my legs opened with it. Abigial Anderson, the woman you are.

[k1ngpin42]

MOREE ABBYYYYYY❤️

𝒮𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓌 𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎

(tysm for your request, not sure if this is a new idea or reused but I hope you like it. Sorry for not posting I've had a lot going on <3)

It could be said that Abby loved her life. At least that was the impression others got from the proud smile she wore like armour around the base. She enjoyed all the privileges she got from being an amazing soldier, (and Issacs favourite.) The large room with a gorgeous view, personalised weapons, her own dog. Though she supposed what Abby liked more was the stability of it all. A regular routine of shower, coffee, assignment, gym, shower, sleep, with a few variations for messing around with Manny in the shooting range of course, or getitng whiteface drunk to a point she would be out of commission for the few days following. 

It was her new friendship with you that was different. The abnormality in Abbys routine. She found she’d skip her morning meal to find you. To ask how you slept and to hear you talk about anything. It could be anything at all and still sound like the sweetest harmony only found in the most peaceful of places.

Her frequent visits to the shooting range and undefeated win streak against Manny was replaced with watching movies by your bed or sitting in your room and talking. Abby truly beleived you could talk forever and she would never tire of hearing your voice. It was this that bothered her. That kept her mind that usually flowed in a simple pattern, questioning everything she thought she knew about herself. 

She thought about her sexuality a few times she supposed, though the construct of it never really bothered her. She had many friends who were lesbian, and Abby had had a few sexual partners both male and female, but she had never really had feelings for a person enough to allow it to form her identity. 

That was until you stepped out of the shower. Her shower, mind you, after you had formed another bullshit excuse to ensure the two of you were close. It was a thing the both of you were familiar with. To the point you almost beleived what you were saying. 

“Hey, um…it might be a hassle trying to make sure we get our gear at the same time if we’re in our own rooms, you know how the main hall can be.”

“True, yeah, everyone always wanting to make conversation. If we go in together it will save time” 

“Yeah, yeah exactly…”

“Do you want to stay here?”

Which got you to where you were now. More or less.

“God I’m tired. How many infected do you that was that? 20? 25? And all stuck beneath the floorboards of that shop, jesus.”  You speak softly, closing the door of Abbys room behind you both as you enter it, feeling pretty familiar with her room by now. Abby lets out a soft sigh.

“Yea it was pretty heavy. Do you need anything? A drink or-“

“Not yet, thank you, I should probably head back, I’m dying for a shower.” Abby sighs, shoulders sinking at your words. When the two of you exchange enough insignificant words to decide that you would finally stay there, Abby adds carefully.

“You can use my shower.”

“I don’t have any clothes.” You offer quietly. Abby clears her throat, feeling a sudden uncomfortableness burning through her before she managed the words; “You can borrow one of my shirts.” The thought of this is unerving. Not in a negative way, necessarily, but more a way that thrilled you and caused an irritating amount of nervousness to flush over your body in a rather aggressive wave. You consider saying no. ‘I can just put these clothes back on’ you thought, but the smell of your own clothes were almost nauseating after the assignment you two had just been on.

You clear your throat in turn. 

“Thanks…” Abby nods, eyes glued to the ground. When you leave the shower after what was probably an eternity of allowing the addictive warm water cleanse any trouble you had had in your life away, you leave the shower wearing just Abbys shirt. It’s so long on you you didn’t need to wear pants, plus you were both close enough friends that you had changed around each other before. You were certain there would be no issue in having Abbys light blue tee shirt just long enough to hide the curve of your ass. It makes you look smaller, you supposed, and the shirt looked so nice on you, colour complimenting your hair, skin and eyes perfectly. 

“Hey the showers…free” You say, eyes drawn to the way Abbys own are locked onto you like a hawk to prey. The contact to your body is so tense you thought she truly could shed your clothes away by just blinking her eyes. 

“What did you wanna watch this time? 12 angry men or….ET?” You ask. Abbys jaw is agape. She has no intention of disrespecting you or your image, and it’s as if a part of Abby she usually kept burried beneath her had clawed itself out with the way she blatantly stared at your legs, then back at you and all the way up and down your body. 

“Does it not look good?” You ask, starting to feel vulnerable. Abby snap backs into reality at this.

“What? No it looks so good on you.” Abby blurts out. You smile cautiously at this. “Thanks.” You sit down on her bed, moving over to leave her room. 

“So ET…?” 

“What? Oh fuck, yeah sure…sorry.” She says quickly, as if miles away. As the movie starts you can still feels her eyes on you, to the point where you’re not sure she’s looked at the screen once.

“Abby…” She puts her hands on your waist, feeling the fabric. 

“I like my shirt on you…” She mutters. You body feels like it’s on fire at the feeling of her large hands and either side of you. You feel like you can’t get a single word out. Your face goes bright red. Abby moves her hands up your shirt.

“Woah, Abby…” 

“Shit. Fuck, sorry…I was…in my own head I didn’t mean to-“ She quickly removes her hands your chest. You smile reassuringly at her, picking up her hands and putting them back.

“It’s your shirt Abby. You can touch me wherever you want.” Abby blushes, carefully moving her hands over your tits.

“Fuck.” Abby curses under her breath. You’re unsure how to react in the situation. If all the fantasies you had had over your friend adorned in sweat and mud from patrol or freshly glistening and smelling of god damn pine trees was just as requited as you thought, or if she too felt the eletrictiy that sent almost painful spikes down your body.

“I’m gonna do something stupid.” Abby remarks in a shroud of unnerving calm. “Promise you won’t hate me if you hate this.” The lock on her watercolour eyes intensitifed, your mouth letting out a gust of cool air at your lack of audbile words.

“Hate what?” You breathe. Abby shakes her head, as if to dismiss more than just the sentence, but anything that could ever go wrong between you.

“Just promise.” She whispers. You nod and she presses the pads of her fingers on your face in one smooth, possessive action, pushing your face into hers as she kisses you. Pulling away for a second but not long enough to gage your reaction before pushing your mouth open with her tongue and exploring it with a longing as deserved as fresh water to a man stranded at sea.

She moans into it a little, hands still holding your soft cheeks. She pulls away for a second, scanning your features for any sign of error. She found none, of course, for with all your confusion was equal parts lust as you leaned back in and let her take what she had spent so long pretending she didn’t fucking crave. Abby moves her hand down your long shirt, well, her shirt. The one that was on you, in any case, and trails along the rim at the very bottom. 

She uses the other hand to snake around your neck ever so softly and pulling it towards her lips, licking and sucking all over the warm flesh there. 

You let out a small moan and Abby smiles ever so proudly, her earlier awkwardness vanishing like a dream from a waking mind. Abbys hand has been on your thigh for a while, squeezing and caressing, but now it’s found it’s way where you want it the most, but Abby doesn’t touch you. She won’t until she’s absolutely sure you want it. 

“And…” Abby begins, her voice seeming so much louder with the lack of conversation. “Would it be even stupider of me if I started moving my hand?” You want to laugh at just how in character of her that entire sentence was, but instead you decide not to utter a word at all, simply grabbing her hand and moving it over your clothed clit. Abby’s head rolls back at the feeling of you on her hand and if it wasn’t you, if she didn’t want to treasure you and take her time worshipping every inch of your body and perhaps claiming it in the process, she wouldn’t have wasted any time before fucking you within an inch of her life. 

She pushes her middle and ring finger down between your folds, coating it into the soaking mess you had made over her. Then, with that same, cocky fucking smile, she plants it directly on your clit, almost just to prove a fucking point that, like with everything else in her life, she was good at this too. 

You let out a soft whimper when she draws tight circles, her fingers reaching places you couldn’t and feeling infintely better than what you could give yourself. This fact both thrilled, irritated and worried you. You worried if this was just a one time thing, an experiment when Abby was bored. You had heard of her doing it to others, giving random girls godly head and never talking to them again or god forbid letting Owen put his 4 inch in her. Quite frankly you couldn’t accept the idea of Abby doing that to you. Your best friend who you trusted, fucking you with her fingers, treating you like a fucking saint, only to not…

“Abby…” You sigh out as she increases the pace. It’s embarassing how close you were. It had been all of what? A minute and a half? And you had been actively trying not to cum just to prove some sort of fucking point to her that not even you knew what it was. Abby lets out some sort of breathy laugh, smiling proudly at the site of you. Well, that and the sound of your wet cunt drooling over Abby as you so often did in your sleep. 

“ohfuck…” You say, whole body bucking against her hand and eyes shutting fiercly when you finish. Abby kisses all over your neck, removing her fingers and licking over them.

“Mm…” She remarks. “Knew you’d taste good.”

Not entirely knowing what had possessed you, you climb onto Abbys lap, grabbing each side of her face and kissing her deeply, grinding up and down her body like it was yours to use. To own. You pull away and Abbys adorable, bright blue eyes mimic that of a deer in headlights. You move to take off the shirt she had given you, but she stops you.

“No.” Abby exclaims in a low voice. “Don’t you fucking dare….” She demands breathily, still recovering from the kiss, undoubtedly. You look at her with confusion, trying to gage whether you had crossed some sort of line, which you would find ironic from the girl who planted her fingers into you with no regard of conseuqnence. 

“Gonna fuck you in it.” She explains. You nod, sighing out with an air of releif. 

She lets you play out your fantasy for a while,  moving across her muscular body to releive some of the tension in your pretty clit. Then, once Abby is satisfied, she reasserts the control you both already knew she had on you and she grips your hips, pulling you off of her. 

“Stand up. In front of me let me see you.” Abby instructs, though her voice is lingered with a desperation so intense it could be mistaken for begging- not that Abby would be caught doing that in her life time. 

You do as she says, partially because she looks as if she might break if you do not. Abby looks you up and down slowly, admiring you and commiting every detail to memeory.

“Look at you…” She says. “You are breath taking.” You want to laugh at the statement. As your best friend she compliments you a lot but, never like this. She gets off of the bed and starts feeling the material of the shirt. 

“Look at this. Looks like a dress on you.” You lean in to kiss her but Abby isn’t finished. 

“Fuck…you’re so…small. Compared to me, i mean.”

“Abby…”

“Fuck….it makes me want to just…fuck you so fucking hard.”

“You really want to do this Abs? What about our friendship?”

“Fuck that. God I could throw you around. Could fuck you like that. Small thing like you would probably break.”

“I’m not that fragile.” You laugh gently. A weak attempt of concealing your own arousal at her vulgar language. 

“Hm.” She scoffs. “Lie down.” You comply and watch her walk over to her bathroom, then come back with a black strap.

“Jesus Abby.”

“What? You never know when your best friend is going to look like a fuckable little toy in her best friends shirt now do we?” You laugh at this and she puts her fingers back inside you.

“Ah, she’s perfect for me.” Abby remarks, settling the strap to her waist.

“Arms above your head.” You do as she asks and with one hand, one fucking hand, she covers both of your own, gripping them tightly. 

“Jesus fuck. Look at you beneath me. I fucking cover you.”

“Would you stop teasing and do it now?” You ask. She looks at you, impressed. 

“My greedy girl, huh?”

“Yours?” She pushes it into you, causing a loud moan straight away. 

“Mine.”

“Mmmfuckohmygod…” is the noise you end up making as she found her consistent rhythm, your hips making a satisfying noise every time she hit into you. She would scan your body for signs of discomfort on occasion, her face seeming to absorb panic as she does so, but from the drooly moans slipping from your lips, it was safe to assume you didn’t want her to stop.

She puts a hand on ur neck. 

“this okay?” She asks, removing it to give you a chance to talk. You nod eagerly.

“Mhm…” you say, as if caught in a distant dream. Abby laughs, putting her hand there and continuing to go into you nice and fast and hard, like you always imagined Abby would fuck.

“Please…gonna” you babble, words becoming a barely audible, strained noise with her hands on your throat. Abby smirks proudly.

“I know, I know love, you gonna’ cum?” You nod, nails digging into anywhere you can grab when she lets one of your hands loose. 

“You’re my fucking girl now. Don’t let anyone touch you. You got that?”

“Mmm….mhm” you reply dumbly, feeling dizzy from pleasure.

When you finally cum, it’s a dramatic affair, practically screaming out from how good she hits all the places that drive you crazy. Abby could cum just from the sight of your fucked out face, but she doesn’t grant you the relaxing experiencing of a post orgasm. No. She bucks into you a few more times, hitting into you with a purpose, ensuring you would feel exactly where she had been. That’s when she cums herself, emitting a high pitched, soft and beautiful sound you couldn’t have even envisioned her making had you not experienced it yourself just now. She laughs at your expression.

“Oh relax, you did great.” She says, removing the strap and unclipping it from her lower waist. You roll your eyes.

“Do you at least want your shirt back?” 

“Keep it. You should know by now I love you wearing it.” You flash her a curious expression.

“Because it makes me look small?” You question. She shrugs. 

“You ARE small.” Abby corrects, and you chuck one of her pillows at her.

The atmosphere shifts a little and you stand up, avoiding her eyes a little:

“You said I’m yours… did you mean that?” Abby walks over to you, snaking her hands around your waist.

“Well this wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to ask but, will you be my girlfriend?” Her tone is unsteady and seeing the vulnerable, nervous side of this almost 7 foot tall unit of a woman always made your heart feel full. 

“Yea.” You reply simply. “Why not.” It’s her turn to throw the pillow at you now.

“Why not? I see how it is.” She says, kissing you deeply.

“Oh and, I know you just showered but…”

“Yea…” you say, feeling the sweat and…other liquids on you as well as noticing them on Abby.

“So…round 2 then?” Abby asks, and you laugh, leading her into the shower.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

[k1ngpin42]

PROMISE I'M POSTING AGAIN SOON 🙏

I've just been rlly busy w exams and ofc mental health cause why limit urself to just physical issues am I right?

Anyways where are my TLOU and/or Abby Anderson stans? Do ya'll want more Abby? Joel? Something different? I'm all ears.

[k1ngpin42]

Innocent Massage (W Abby ofc)

A/N: Singular use of Y/N: (I’m so sorry it couldn’t be avoided this time.) 

Usual story. You and Abby were close friends. Very close. Abby wasn’t particularly ashamed over the fact she wanted to fuck women, it was more she was too busy, too oblivious and too much of an idiot to realise it. She was even more oblivious of the fact she wanted it to be you. 

No. Abby thought it was perfectly normal to fantasise about fucking you in nothing but her shirt. Hearing your pretty little sounds, watching your eyes roll back. She dreamt about 100 different ways she could please you and didn’t think twice about it. It didn’t help that you weren’t one to keep your sexuality a secret, either. She had heard stories from satisfied women and it made Abbys blood fucking boil. Regardless she had tried to ignore it. Spend her energy on weights, enemies, assignments. Never on you. 

That was until a particular perky, slightly younger, pretty woman who Abby knew for a fact you had slept with, (she flexed about it often enough,) offered you a massage when on an assignment. Technically it was her job, I mean, the woman was on the medical team, but Abby couldn’t think of anything worse in the world. 

“I’ll do it.” Abby says, the words spilling out before her mind could catch up to it. You turn to her, both surprised and confused. The others on the assignment looked just as surprised. 

“What…Abby?” You ask genuinely. She sighs, knowing she was too deep into it now.

“I can massage you. I know how to…my dad was a doctor I learnt a lot about the…well you know the muscles…and whatever.” You give her a genuine smile, opening your mouth to reply before the woman says;

“No, I got it, thank you though.” Abby glares at her with such intensity you’re honestly a little scared. You’re not sure if it’s because of that reason or the fact that Abby massaging your tense muscles is a prospect that delights you, but you give an eager nod in her direction. 

“You can do it Abby. Plus we have to wait for the others to get back before leaving anyway.”

Abby flushes immensely at your confirmation. She hadn’t expected you to agree and now she wasn’t sure what to say, do or think. Thankfully for her, you spoke before she had to. 

“I saw a room near the front of this place. It’s already secure.” Abby attempts to clear her throat, stringing out an unusual, nervous noise instead that makes you smile softly. The group watches you walk over there, shutting the door behind you. The silence is sharp enough to pierce skin and Abby is eyeing you like the clothes will melt off with her gaze.

“Um…so where’s the pain most intense?” She asks, avoiding eye contact as you situate yourself on a couch. You roll your shoulders a little to loosen the ache in them. 

“Mmm…around here.” You say, pointing to a spot to the right of your spine on your lower back. Abby lets out a nervous breath, approaching you and putting a hand under your shirt. Warm, thick fingers tracing your spine like it’s the most delicate artwork ever created. 

“Here?” Abby utters in an almost whisper. You nod and she adds a second hand to your warm skin, thumb digging into the tight knot and running circles over it. You let out a satisfied sigh. Abby’s ears burn scarlet at the noise. She continues this for a little longer.

“Where else?” She asks, and you’ve never heard her voice this soft. 

“All over my spine. Might need to take off my shirt.” Abbys mouth gapes at this, not that you can see it with your back to her, but you can feel her nervousness, and quite frankly it excites you. 

You peel off your shirt, revealing a simple black bra. Not that she would look at that anyway if she had the chance. No, it was what was in it that excited her, but Abby respected you too much to look.

“O…kay lie down.” She babbles. You do as she instructs, lying down on the couch as she continues to work down your back and leave more satisfied sighs. 

“You alright Abby?” You ask her after some time. The question takes you off guard, stopping her movements across you skin.

“What?”

“Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable is all.”

“Why would I not be?” She finally decides to say. You chuckle softly. 

“Alright fine.”

“No I mean it. Why…why would I not be?”

“Well your best friend is half naked on a couch in front of you. I don’t know. If it was you I would be nervous.”

“What- oh…I mean…it’s cool. We’re friends so it’s…we’re friends.” You don’t reply to this and she doesn’t say anything either, continuing to rub down your back. 

“Where else?”

“My thighs.” Abby shuts her eyes, as if to control herself. Or perhaps she believes if she shuts her eyes for long enough she will just cease to exist.

“Okay…” she says, watching you take your pants off now too. Blushing, she kneels between your legs, starting to work your thighs and using every inch of restraint to not look at your very pretty chest. Or even the way your pretty panties hug your desperate cunt. No. She’s not thinking about any of that of course.

“Anywhere…” She takes ANOTHER deep breath, which proves yet again to have no effect. “Else?” She asks. You look into her blue eyes deeply. Needfully. 

“Yes.” You breathe out in desperation. Abbys pretty lips you haven’t stopped staring at since she first faced you parts as she looks at you.

“Where?” She asks, as if she doesn’t already know the answer. 

You grab her right hand, bringing it between your legs.

“Here.” You beg. 

“Y/N…”

“Please Abby. I know you want to and I’m so fucking tense down there.” She listens to your words, face bright red, head locked on the bottom of the couch. You sigh, continuing your plea which you know will only be a matter of time before she gives in to.

“Been dreaming bout this. Your hands all over me. Your mouth. I thought dreams were all it was but…your face before…it said it all.”

“I…want to but- well the patrol groups right outside…”

“So be quick then. Or can you not do tha-“

“Of course I can do that.” Abby defends quickly, surprised and embarrassed at what she had just said. You smile knowingly at her.

“So you HAVE thought of this.”

“Just-“ She drags her eyes over your gorgeous fucking body again, sighing. 

“Fuck it.” She says, tearing your panties to the side and pushing your legs apart, tonguing your eager pussy like her life depended on it, making you gasp in shock and moan in pleasure. 

“Jesus- Ab…mmm.” You couldn’t help but wonder how long Abby had wanted to do this. Her eagerness; to the point of almost aggression, simply proved this desire didn’t stem from this ONE intimate interaction. She shoved two of her middle fingers into you, curling them to your fucking core as she continued her tasting, drawing indescribable noises and in-cohesive  babbling as you screamed into her, gripping her braid as she goes. You’re nearing an orgasm already and Abbys movements with her fingers is so hard and fast even the most disciplined mother fucker out there wouldn’t be able to hold back. You bite your lip a little as you finish hard on her face and Abby licks her lips like fine god damn wine. 

“Shit Abby..” You breathe out in shock was she sits beside you on the couch. She smiles, her blush returning.

“Feel better?” 

[k1ngpin42]

Ty! I'm surprised not many people have liked this- do ya'll not watch game of thrones? Regardless it's got some spicy wlw you should check out. I'll post Abby next tho most likely

A Dragonriders handmaiden 

(A Rhaenrya x Mysaria story)

@cattjull @mitski-lovesems

Warnings: C#nnilingus, N!pple play, restraints, candle/wax play, sc!ssoring, choking, fingering, Edging (M to R)

A/N: One thing I always laugh about is Mysarias reaction to Rhaenyra claiming vermithor. Whether that was just the actress completely in awe of Emma (which would be completely understandable) or it was intentional I’m not sure, but regardless I can imagine Mysaria and Rhaenyra genuinely being into dragon role-play. 

“Oh you want me to claim you, hm?”

“Yes Rhaenyra claim me.”

“Lykiri.”

“Fuck…” 

PFFT. Anyway enjoy the story.

The politics of the realm have always been a complex affair. While it is true that wars have been settled for less, it was simply disheartening for both nobles and common folk alike. Watching a family, those who are considered by many to be gods, fight over power and title. 

Not only did brother fighting brother leave a distaste in the mouths of those who were forced to account for it, but it causes chaos, anguish, death, and it has been causing devastation since the crowning of Aegon. 

Rhaenyra Targaryen was but one piece on a board far bigger than her, perhaps larger than her entire bloodline. Born an innocent, with her fathers smile and logic, as well as his desire to solve issues with peace, rather than with the fire that danced in her veins. 

Mysaria, “white worm,” had always been a character in Rhaenyras youth. She had heard of her skill in various fields. A consort, a mistress of whisperers. She had also heard at length from various sources the extent of her beauty. It certainly enthused her uncle. 

It was strange that 15 years later she would be practically kneeling at Rhaenyras mercy. This wasn’t to say she begged, however. No. Mysaria always believed her life to be valuable, even when men, no matter how old, stupid or ugly, would tell her otherwise. 

 A knock, one night, at Rhaenyras chambers. The hour is quite late and there is but a single guard posted at her door. 

“The white worm, your grace.” The guard informs her, and Rhaenyra gets out of bed with such exertion she is worried she has strained something. A hand goes over her silver hair, putting any loose strands into the correct place in her extravagantly braided hair. She isn’t sure why she is fixing her appearance, or even now why she is so conscious of it. 

“Your grace…”

“What? Oh yes, bring her in.” Rhaenyra says, her fingers still caressing her hair. Perhaps as a nerves thing. 

“I apologise for the disturbance, your grace. I understand the hour is late, I would not have come if I thought it could wait.” Mysaria explains. She nods simply, her eyes tracing every inch of the white worm, as if looking for something. A reason for Rhaenrya not to trust her, perhaps, as there had already been so many people she couldn’t trust in her life.

“It is alright, Lady Mysaria. What is your news?”

Mysaria nods, her expression serious as she begins. “It has come to my ears that Prince Daemon has been sending his men on missions of great brutality. The tales of their actions grow more gruesome with each retelling, and his men...” She pauses, frowning slightly before continuing. “His men are starting to question their loyalty to a liege who makes them commit such horrors. It would not be surprising if some of them deserted.” Rhaenyra groans, her patience growing weary. 

“So in fact he does not which to usurp me at all? No. My husband would rather create more enemies in my name and cower back to me like a babe cowers from their punishment. What else have you heard?”

Mysaria hesitates, her gaze flickering to the others gentle blue. “There are whispers, your grace, that the Lannister army may be preparing for battle.” Mysaria announces, the warmth of the candlelight feeling all the more hot. 

"You think their movements are advancing already? A result of criston coles stupidity, no doubt, and now at the hands of prince Aemond."

“I wanted to tell you as soon as I heard. Daemon often acts quickly and without a second thought. Telling you now may give you time to consider a strategy to pursue before he conducts a new idea that will no doubt rally more enemies against us.” 

A peculiar smile pulls at the queens lips at this. The smile was gentle, genuine. It offered a sense of childlike peace that brought Mysaria back to when they were younger. Simpler, potentially, though not necessarily better. 

“Us?” Rhaenyra asks through a soft chuckle. “You got comfortable fast.”

“True that it wasn’t long since I was thrust into the darkness. An echo of a great spy. But when new pathways alight, I am not one to wait for the opportunity to run away with the candle.” She bobs her head in agreement subconsciously appreciating her mannerisms.

“You could have gone anywhere.” Rhaenyra reminds her, stepping closer and touching her hand. She wasn’t even sure she had made a decision to touch her. All she knew was she had stepped out and suddenly her hand was caressing Mysaria’s. Her skin was so soft and the contact was electrifying. Logically, of course, Rhaenyras own hand was warm from being under the covers of her bed, but to Mysaria it only confirmed Rhaenyras birth right, a true born dragon. 

“You know, I could have had your head for that?” Rhaenyra says with a grin. Mysaria’s eyes widened with confusion before she elaborates. 

“For waking me up to hear MORE disappointing stories about Daemon. He is all I hear about these days, from everyone who wants to undermine me. I hear his name more than I speak it myself as he is never. fucking. here.” Mysaria smiles weakly. 

“Daemon is a…troubled mind. A character to be certain but, well.”

“His issue is he goes around taking what he wants while genuinely believing there will be no consequences. People like that shouldn’t have a dragon.” The caressing spreads to up Mysarias arm, making her gasp in enthusiastic surprise. 

“He was everything I wanted when I was a child. Everything I wanted to be. Perhaps both.” Rhaenyra explained, and Mysaria watches intently, like there is no sound she would rather hear, even late at night on the edge of war. 

“I was everything he wanted too. The rightful heir, young enough to…mould into whatever he wanted.”

“I do not like that he took advantage of you, but, I certainly see why he was so captivated.” The soft movement across Mysarias skin stops and she takes a cautious step back. It’s so small it’s barely noticeable.

“What?”

“I remember your father. Kind, peaceful, humorous, I see him when I look at you. But without that, you are strong, intelligent, beautiful. You are a great mother and a great queen. One who appreciates the subtleties of war. A level headed ruler the realm deserve-“

Mysarias gasp of surprise is silenced by Rhaenyras tongue as it enters her mouth. She presses her warm hands on both of Mysarias cheeks, moaning and deepening the kiss, feeling a passion unmatched to anything she had ever felt before. Those words were like honey. They affirmed her in ways she wasn’t sure she had ever felt. Always so worried about her claim, her children’s claim, the whole being-a-woman thing. Never did she have someone loyal and beautiful who would actually speak to her without hidden agendas or to disagree. No, these words were gratifying and intrigued every part of Rhaenyra.

Mysarias pretty light grey gown was the first to drop to the ground, revealing beautiful skin and curves that had been so criminally concealed. Rhaenyra smiles as her eyes familiarise herself with her body. Her perfect breasts are a refreshing sight for someone who practically had only seen the pair she, herself, possessed. The cool air hardened her exposed nipples, and at this point her head is spinning. Even so, Rhaenyra managed to pull her attention to the rest of Mysaria. Her perfect cunt Rhaenyra started to imagine she was tasting was becoming more inviting by the second. Her stomach too was an image of perfection, much like something she would see sculpted in the galleries back at kings landing. 

“I’ve never…” Rhaenyra began, surprised by the sound of her voice in the deathly quiet room. It was rare for her to depict such vulnerability in these scenes. With most men she had been with, she was the one in charge. Always towering over them, taking what she wanted, using them to feel good, to feel as powerful as she was deep down. Even during her first time she was the one who instigated, never like this. Mysaria gives her a reassuring smile.

“If it is any constellation, your grace, I have never had royal pussy, either.” Rhaenyra laughs at her rather vulgar statement, feeling less tense than before. 

“I want to taste you…” Rhaenyra says, clearing her throat and installing a shroud of false confidence to her words. “May I?” Mysaria nods, sitting at the edge of Rhaenyras bed and spreading her legs. Rhaenyra follows suit, kneeling in front of her. When Mysaria is in view fully now, she notices a scar through her folds which causes her to look up for reassurance. 

“Will it hurt?” She questions. Mysaria shakes her head. 

“My father gave that to me when I was very young.”

“Oh.” She mutters, caressing Mysarias thigh. “That’s awful. I’d understand if you don’t want me to-“

“No. I want you to. Giving me pleasure in the same place he cut seems a rather satisfactory form of revenge would you agree?” Rhaenyra smiles at this.

“I would.” She hums into her inner thighs, kissing and sucking at the skin there. 

An excited gasp leaves her mouth and Rhaenyra notices the way Mysarias excitement drips.

“Need to…” Rhaenyra lets out, tone desperate. Mysaria nods. “Go for I- mmm.” Rhaenyra licks quickly over her clit and the higher sections of her cunt. The pace is eager and unrelenting, causing Mysaria more pleasure than she had anticipated from someone new to all this. Mysaria wraps her hands over her head, fingers weaving into the silver braid she so adored. Now Rhaenyra goes lower, in between her folds and all the way down to her pretty hole, tongue exploring the entrance and pulling a cacophony of noises from Mysaria all at once. 

She tugs on the braid a little and uses strands that had fallen down onto her face to guide her to where she wanted, bringing her closer by the second. 

“fuckfuck…so…ahh-“ Rhaenyra goes even faster, if possible, moving her head now in rhythm. 

Mysaria tugs her hair tight as she cums. Her orgasm rippling through her in waves. Rhaenyra licks every delicious drop, moaning in satisfaction at her new found favourite hobby. She almost felt angry at herself for not experimenting with girls in her youth. Especially when she could have been doing this the whole time. 

She stands up, smiling nervously at Mysaria. 

“Was…that…um…” Her chin is glistening, like that wasn’t answer enough, but Mysaria new words of affirmation was needed right now. Maybe always.

“You did amazing, my queen.” She speaks breathily. Rhaenyra grabs her hips, pulling her in. Then she starts licking and sucking over her chest, making Mysaria gasp again. When she pulls away, Mysaria sucks on Rhaenyras neck, hard, untying the string of her nightdress as she did so.

“This alright?” Mysaria asks. Rhaenyra nods, letting out a hushed “yes.”

Rhaenyra is a sight just as breathtaking. Her smooth, beautiful Targaryen features making Mysaria flush. Perhaps she had chose the wrong Targaryen all those years back. Not that it was much of a choice. 

“You must have a lot to teach me…” Rhaenyra says, feeling exposed in the cool air. Mysaria chuckles softly. 

“Go to the bed and lie down. We will test the waters. See what you like.” Rhaenyra nods. Her imagination could think up many things to be certain, but at the same time she had no idea what she was in for. 

Mysaria gets on top of her, legs on either side of Rhaenyras waist. Her body travels from her collarbone to lower stomach, then to her sensitive cunt. Mysaria raises an eyebrow. 

“You’re so smooth down there.” She remarks. Rhaenyra laughs. 

“The hair that grows there is very fine but I still like to remove it when I have the chance. You like?” Mysaria puts her middle digit onto Rhaenyras tight bundle of nerves, drawing a satisfied “mmm” from her lips. 

“I like.” Mysaria agrees. Her two middle fingers continue, going a little slow just to offer the chance to revel in every sensation. Then, Mysaria curls her fingers inside her loosening walls, hitting every inch so good her eyes were rolling back. 

“Y…you’re good at that.” Rhaenyra breathes out. Mysaria gives a grateful smile. 

“I have been wondering something my queen.” Mysaria says, going a little faster. Rhaenyras eyes flutter.

“P..please… if we are acquainted enough for you to…put your fingers in me…you can at least use my name. Mmm…”

“I have been wondering, Rhaenyra, if it’s true about Targaryen’s being immune to fire.” Rhaenyra lets out a half laugh, half moan.

“That is meant to be legend. Though I hear some Targaryen’s truly can withstand… ohgods..ahem…um…fire.”

“And you?” She asks, removing her fingers and grabbing the flickering candle by her bedside table. 

“Can you be burnt?”

Rhaenyra nods slowly, her eyes dancing with the flame. 

“Some women like mixing a little pain and pleasure.” Mysaria explains, moving the candle in circular motions in the air. “Do you?” Rhaenyras gaze is deadly and intoxicating as she ponders her words.

“Perhaps…we can see.” She says, and Mysarias eyes sparkle in response, well, that and the candlelight reflecting so brilliantly in Mysarias deep coloured eyes.

“We should have a word to say if you want me to stop.”

“A word? What’s wrong with…’stop’” Rhaenyra questions genuinely. This brings another smile to Mysaria. 

“Often when pleasure or pain is overwhelming us in the best way possible, we say stop stop. Even if theres nothing we would want less than to stop. A word like…tart, is an effortless distinction to put a foot on the wheel.” Rhaenyra nods. 

“Tart…I like it.” Mysaria switches the candle to her left hand, putting her fingers back into Rhaenyra with her right. Cautiously, Mysaria pours the wax onto her body, making Rhaenyra shudder in pain. The combined sensation of her nearing orgasm caused her to cry out.

“Do…you need to say tart, Nyra?”

“N..no…Fuck it feels…I’ve never felt…” Mysaria nods in silent understanding, continuing to pump in and out of her. 

The wax solidifies on her skin and Mysaria puts the candle down, rubbing her fingers over it, already sensitive from the burning. 

“So…so good.” Rhaenyra hums, eyes shutting tight.

“I know…let it out I know you can.” Rhaenyra obeys, orgasming intensely and grabbing onto her tightly. 

“What else?” Rhaenyra asks when she finally catches her breath. 

“Need more.”

Mysaria is both surprised and impressed. She starts pulling off the thin bedsheet that was previously perfectly sat on Rhaenyras bed. She gives her a confused look.

“What are you doing with that?” 

“This,” Mysaria starts to say as she pulls at the sheet. “Can be used for restraints. Put your arms up.”

Rhaenyra does so and Mysaria ties it. 

“Have you ever experienced such intense sensations you wanted to scream and writhe around in your pretty bed, but you couldn’t move your arms at all? Couldn’t…defend yourself, almost.” Rhaenrya shakes her head, the idea already exciting her in a way she doubted was healthy. 

“Remember the wor-“

“Tart. I know.” Rhaernya says impatiently. Mysaria grins at the queens eagerness and spreads her legs before climbing over them and positioning her own, wet cunt above Rhaenyras. Slowly, she rotates her hips, making Rhaenyra immediately moan in surprise. She watches Mysarias movements and wants so badly to level herself with each hand and move with her, but they remain very much bound.

“Ahhh…fuck…” Rhaeyra moans again as Mysaria goes even faster, grinding right over her clit over and over again. The sound of them sliding together, slick coating warm skin, it was a melody that would sell for millions. 

The familiar, scream worthy feeling in her stomach swirled and her head revelled as Rhaernyra grew closer to orgasm, eyes rolling back, curses and moans falling out of her lips constantly. That was when Mysaria got off her, standing up in front of where she lay on the bed. Rhaenyra groans in frustration.

“Why did you stop?” She asks bitterly. Mysaria says nothing, ensuring she makes direct eye contract as her fingers plunge into herself. Rhaenyra gasps at this.

“Wh- in front of me?”

“You must have been close, huh?” Mysaria taunts. Rhaenyras eyes darken.

“Mysaria. Get back here.”

“Beg.” Mysaria says. Her words are dangerous. Status wise Rhaenyra has almost infinitely more power than Mysaria, and with men that power always translated. Never would she beg for anything. Never…

“Please.” Mysaria smile is wider than the narrow sea before she returns to her position on Rhaenyra, rocking her hips back and forth.

“Ah~ seven hells that- fuck you, don’t stop..” A mischievous look paints Mysarias eye as she obeys Rhaenyra. She wasn’t going to stop. Not even if she was begging for it. When Rhaenyra cums harshly, her hands still restrained. She expects the unrelenting pace to let up, her cunt already so sensitive. 

Mysaria stands up, curling her fingers inside Rhaenyra again. 

“Gods- Mysaria what are y- ohfuckstopstop mmm”

“You know the word.” Mysaria reminds her. And she does. Tart. A word as bittersweet as the ones she used to pick the lemons off of as a child. It was a lot, in truth. She had cum all over her fingers, she had her pussy soaked against Mysarias and now her fingers were inside her again. She was covered in sweat, wax and slick, whether it was hers or Mysarias she didn’t know. It would be a perfect point to stop. To clean herself and lie in Mysarias arms. But as her fingers pumped in and out, making her scream in pleasure and pain, she simply couldn’t bring herself to say the word.

“I kn…know.” Mysaria hums in satisfaction, continuing her thrusting harder now. When Mysaria finally lets up after her third orgasm, she unties Rhaenyra and kisses her deeply, tongue caressing the inner walls of her cheek. Rhaenyras hair is a mess. The braid, whatever remained of it, was over half out, with strands sticking to her face in different places.

“That was…yes.” Rhaenyra says a little awkwardly. Mysaria nods.

“Does this mean I can say I have ridden a dragon?” Rhaenyra laughs at the statement. 

“Daemon is a targraryean too. Thought you were already a dragon rider.”

“That was a long time ago. I’d rather be with you any day than the father of a school of bastards who runs for the hills and makes bad choices.” Rhaenyra sighs at this. She is right, of course, but her words sting to hear.

“My sons…they” Rhaenyra started to say. Mysaria smiled brightly. 

“I know. They are perfect.” She says, exchanging a knowing look that lasts long enough for the silence to spread.

“At least you needn’t worry about mothering my children, Rhaenyra. We don’t exactly have the requirements for it.”

The unexpectedness of the sentence causes them both to laugh and Rhaenyra pulls her in to a hug.

“Thank you for your support.” Rhaenyra mumbles. Mysaria nods.

“Of course your grace.”

[k1ngpin42]

A Dragonriders handmaiden 

(A Rhaenrya x Mysaria story)

@cattjull @mitski-lovesems

Warnings: C#nnilingus, N!pple play, restraints, candle/wax play, sc!ssoring, choking, fingering, Edging (M to R)

A/N: One thing I always laugh about is Mysarias reaction to Rhaenyra claiming vermithor. Whether that was just the actress completely in awe of Emma (which would be completely understandable) or it was intentional I’m not sure, but regardless I can imagine Mysaria and Rhaenyra genuinely being into dragon role-play. 

“Oh you want me to claim you, hm?”

“Yes Rhaenyra claim me.”

“Lykiri.”

“Fuck…” 

PFFT. Anyway enjoy the story.

The politics of the realm have always been a complex affair. While it is true that wars have been settled for less, it was simply disheartening for both nobles and common folk alike. Watching a family, those who are considered by many to be gods, fight over power and title. 

Not only did brother fighting brother leave a distaste in the mouths of those who were forced to account for it, but it causes chaos, anguish, death, and it has been causing devastation since the crowning of Aegon. 

Rhaenyra Targaryen was but one piece on a board far bigger than her, perhaps larger than her entire bloodline. Born an innocent, with her fathers smile and logic, as well as his desire to solve issues with peace, rather than with the fire that danced in her veins. 

Mysaria, “white worm,” had always been a character in Rhaenyras youth. She had heard of her skill in various fields. A consort, a mistress of whisperers. She had also heard at length from various sources the extent of her beauty. It certainly enthused her uncle. 

It was strange that 15 years later she would be practically kneeling at Rhaenyras mercy. This wasn’t to say she begged, however. No. Mysaria always believed her life to be valuable, even when men, no matter how old, stupid or ugly, would tell her otherwise. 

 A knock, one night, at Rhaenyras chambers. The hour is quite late and there is but a single guard posted at her door. 

“The white worm, your grace.” The guard informs her, and Rhaenyra gets out of bed with such exertion she is worried she has strained something. A hand goes over her silver hair, putting any loose strands into the correct place in her extravagantly braided hair. She isn’t sure why she is fixing her appearance, or even now why she is so conscious of it. 

“Your grace…”

“What? Oh yes, bring her in.” Rhaenyra says, her fingers still caressing her hair. Perhaps as a nerves thing. 

“I apologise for the disturbance, your grace. I understand the hour is late, I would not have come if I thought it could wait.” Mysaria explains. She nods simply, her eyes tracing every inch of the white worm, as if looking for something. A reason for Rhaenrya not to trust her, perhaps, as there had already been so many people she couldn’t trust in her life.

“It is alright, Lady Mysaria. What is your news?”

Mysaria nods, her expression serious as she begins. “It has come to my ears that Prince Daemon has been sending his men on missions of great brutality. The tales of their actions grow more gruesome with each retelling, and his men...” She pauses, frowning slightly before continuing. “His men are starting to question their loyalty to a liege who makes them commit such horrors. It would not be surprising if some of them deserted.” Rhaenyra groans, her patience growing weary. 

“So in fact he does not which to usurp me at all? No. My husband would rather create more enemies in my name and cower back to me like a babe cowers from their punishment. What else have you heard?”

Mysaria hesitates, her gaze flickering to the others gentle blue. “There are whispers, your grace, that the Lannister army may be preparing for battle.” Mysaria announces, the warmth of the candlelight feeling all the more hot. 

"You think their movements are advancing already? A result of criston coles stupidity, no doubt, and now at the hands of prince Aemond."

“I wanted to tell you as soon as I heard. Daemon often acts quickly and without a second thought. Telling you now may give you time to consider a strategy to pursue before he conducts a new idea that will no doubt rally more enemies against us.” 

A peculiar smile pulls at the queens lips at this. The smile was gentle, genuine. It offered a sense of childlike peace that brought Mysaria back to when they were younger. Simpler, potentially, though not necessarily better. 

“Us?” Rhaenyra asks through a soft chuckle. “You got comfortable fast.”

“True that it wasn’t long since I was thrust into the darkness. An echo of a great spy. But when new pathways alight, I am not one to wait for the opportunity to run away with the candle.” She bobs her head in agreement subconsciously appreciating her mannerisms.

“You could have gone anywhere.” Rhaenyra reminds her, stepping closer and touching her hand. She wasn’t even sure she had made a decision to touch her. All she knew was she had stepped out and suddenly her hand was caressing Mysaria’s. Her skin was so soft and the contact was electrifying. Logically, of course, Rhaenyras own hand was warm from being under the covers of her bed, but to Mysaria it only confirmed Rhaenyras birth right, a true born dragon. 

“You know, I could have had your head for that?” Rhaenyra says with a grin. Mysaria’s eyes widened with confusion before she elaborates. 

“For waking me up to hear MORE disappointing stories about Daemon. He is all I hear about these days, from everyone who wants to undermine me. I hear his name more than I speak it myself as he is never. fucking. here.” Mysaria smiles weakly. 

“Daemon is a…troubled mind. A character to be certain but, well.”

“His issue is he goes around taking what he wants while genuinely believing there will be no consequences. People like that shouldn’t have a dragon.” The caressing spreads to up Mysarias arm, making her gasp in enthusiastic surprise. 

“He was everything I wanted when I was a child. Everything I wanted to be. Perhaps both.” Rhaenyra explained, and Mysaria watches intently, like there is no sound she would rather hear, even late at night on the edge of war. 

“I was everything he wanted too. The rightful heir, young enough to…mould into whatever he wanted.”

“I do not like that he took advantage of you, but, I certainly see why he was so captivated.” The soft movement across Mysarias skin stops and she takes a cautious step back. It’s so small it’s barely noticeable.

“What?”

“I remember your father. Kind, peaceful, humorous, I see him when I look at you. But without that, you are strong, intelligent, beautiful. You are a great mother and a great queen. One who appreciates the subtleties of war. A level headed ruler the realm deserve-“

Mysarias gasp of surprise is silenced by Rhaenyras tongue as it enters her mouth. She presses her warm hands on both of Mysarias cheeks, moaning and deepening the kiss, feeling a passion unmatched to anything she had ever felt before. Those words were like honey. They affirmed her in ways she wasn’t sure she had ever felt. Always so worried about her claim, her children’s claim, the whole being-a-woman thing. Never did she have someone loyal and beautiful who would actually speak to her without hidden agendas or to disagree. No, these words were gratifying and intrigued every part of Rhaenyra.

Mysarias pretty light grey gown was the first to drop to the ground, revealing beautiful skin and curves that had been so criminally concealed. Rhaenyra smiles as her eyes familiarise herself with her body. Her perfect breasts are a refreshing sight for someone who practically had only seen the pair she, herself, possessed. The cool air hardened her exposed nipples, and at this point her head is spinning. Even so, Rhaenyra managed to pull her attention to the rest of Mysaria. Her perfect cunt Rhaenyra started to imagine she was tasting was becoming more inviting by the second. Her stomach too was an image of perfection, much like something she would see sculpted in the galleries back at kings landing. 

“I’ve never…” Rhaenyra began, surprised by the sound of her voice in the deathly quiet room. It was rare for her to depict such vulnerability in these scenes. With most men she had been with, she was the one in charge. Always towering over them, taking what she wanted, using them to feel good, to feel as powerful as she was deep down. Even during her first time she was the one who instigated, never like this. Mysaria gives her a reassuring smile.

“If it is any constellation, your grace, I have never had royal pussy, either.” Rhaenyra laughs at her rather vulgar statement, feeling less tense than before. 

“I want to taste you…” Rhaenyra says, clearing her throat and installing a shroud of false confidence to her words. “May I?” Mysaria nods, sitting at the edge of Rhaenyras bed and spreading her legs. Rhaenyra follows suit, kneeling in front of her. When Mysaria is in view fully now, she notices a scar through her folds which causes her to look up for reassurance. 

“Will it hurt?” She questions. Mysaria shakes her head. 

“My father gave that to me when I was very young.”

“Oh.” She mutters, caressing Mysarias thigh. “That’s awful. I’d understand if you don’t want me to-“

“No. I want you to. Giving me pleasure in the same place he cut seems a rather satisfactory form of revenge would you agree?” Rhaenyra smiles at this.

“I would.” She hums into her inner thighs, kissing and sucking at the skin there. 

An excited gasp leaves her mouth and Rhaenyra notices the way Mysarias excitement drips.

“Need to…” Rhaenyra lets out, tone desperate. Mysaria nods. “Go for I- mmm.” Rhaenyra licks quickly over her clit and the higher sections of her cunt. The pace is eager and unrelenting, causing Mysaria more pleasure than she had anticipated from someone new to all this. Mysaria wraps her hands over her head, fingers weaving into the silver braid she so adored. Now Rhaenyra goes lower, in between her folds and all the way down to her pretty hole, tongue exploring the entrance and pulling a cacophony of noises from Mysaria all at once. 

She tugs on the braid a little and uses strands that had fallen down onto her face to guide her to where she wanted, bringing her closer by the second. 

“fuckfuck…so…ahh-“ Rhaenyra goes even faster, if possible, moving her head now in rhythm. 

Mysaria tugs her hair tight as she cums. Her orgasm rippling through her in waves. Rhaenyra licks every delicious drop, moaning in satisfaction at her new found favourite hobby. She almost felt angry at herself for not experimenting with girls in her youth. Especially when she could have been doing this the whole time. 

She stands up, smiling nervously at Mysaria. 

“Was…that…um…” Her chin is glistening, like that wasn’t answer enough, but Mysaria new words of affirmation was needed right now. Maybe always.

“You did amazing, my queen.” She speaks breathily. Rhaenyra grabs her hips, pulling her in. Then she starts licking and sucking over her chest, making Mysaria gasp again. When she pulls away, Mysaria sucks on Rhaenyras neck, hard, untying the string of her nightdress as she did so.

“This alright?” Mysaria asks. Rhaenyra nods, letting out a hushed “yes.”

Rhaenyra is a sight just as breathtaking. Her smooth, beautiful Targaryen features making Mysaria flush. Perhaps she had chose the wrong Targaryen all those years back. Not that it was much of a choice. 

“You must have a lot to teach me…” Rhaenyra says, feeling exposed in the cool air. Mysaria chuckles softly. 

“Go to the bed and lie down. We will test the waters. See what you like.” Rhaenyra nods. Her imagination could think up many things to be certain, but at the same time she had no idea what she was in for. 

Mysaria gets on top of her, legs on either side of Rhaenyras waist. Her body travels from her collarbone to lower stomach, then to her sensitive cunt. Mysaria raises an eyebrow. 

“You’re so smooth down there.” She remarks. Rhaenyra laughs. 

“The hair that grows there is very fine but I still like to remove it when I have the chance. You like?” Mysaria puts her middle digit onto Rhaenyras tight bundle of nerves, drawing a satisfied “mmm” from her lips. 

“I like.” Mysaria agrees. Her two middle fingers continue, going a little slow just to offer the chance to revel in every sensation. Then, Mysaria curls her fingers inside her loosening walls, hitting every inch so good her eyes were rolling back. 

“Y…you’re good at that.” Rhaenyra breathes out. Mysaria gives a grateful smile. 

“I have been wondering something my queen.” Mysaria says, going a little faster. Rhaenyras eyes flutter.

“P..please… if we are acquainted enough for you to…put your fingers in me…you can at least use my name. Mmm…”

“I have been wondering, Rhaenyra, if it’s true about Targaryen’s being immune to fire.” Rhaenyra lets out a half laugh, half moan.

“That is meant to be legend. Though I hear some Targaryen’s truly can withstand… ohgods..ahem…um…fire.”

“And you?” She asks, removing her fingers and grabbing the flickering candle by her bedside table. 

“Can you be burnt?”

Rhaenyra nods slowly, her eyes dancing with the flame. 

“Some women like mixing a little pain and pleasure.” Mysaria explains, moving the candle in circular motions in the air. “Do you?” Rhaenyras gaze is deadly and intoxicating as she ponders her words.

“Perhaps…we can see.” She says, and Mysarias eyes sparkle in response, well, that and the candlelight reflecting so brilliantly in Mysarias deep coloured eyes.

“We should have a word to say if you want me to stop.”

“A word? What’s wrong with…’stop’” Rhaenyra questions genuinely. This brings another smile to Mysaria. 

“Often when pleasure or pain is overwhelming us in the best way possible, we say stop stop. Even if theres nothing we would want less than to stop. A word like…tart, is an effortless distinction to put a foot on the wheel.” Rhaenyra nods. 

“Tart…I like it.” Mysaria switches the candle to her left hand, putting her fingers back into Rhaenyra with her right. Cautiously, Mysaria pours the wax onto her body, making Rhaenyra shudder in pain. The combined sensation of her nearing orgasm caused her to cry out.

“Do…you need to say tart, Nyra?”

“N..no…Fuck it feels…I’ve never felt…” Mysaria nods in silent understanding, continuing to pump in and out of her. 

The wax solidifies on her skin and Mysaria puts the candle down, rubbing her fingers over it, already sensitive from the burning. 

“So…so good.” Rhaenyra hums, eyes shutting tight.

“I know…let it out I know you can.” Rhaenyra obeys, orgasming intensely and grabbing onto her tightly. 

“What else?” Rhaenyra asks when she finally catches her breath. 

“Need more.”

Mysaria is both surprised and impressed. She starts pulling off the thin bedsheet that was previously perfectly sat on Rhaenyras bed. She gives her a confused look.

“What are you doing with that?” 

“This,” Mysaria starts to say as she pulls at the sheet. “Can be used for restraints. Put your arms up.”

Rhaenyra does so and Mysaria ties it. 

“Have you ever experienced such intense sensations you wanted to scream and writhe around in your pretty bed, but you couldn’t move your arms at all? Couldn’t…defend yourself, almost.” Rhaenrya shakes her head, the idea already exciting her in a way she doubted was healthy. 

“Remember the wor-“

“Tart. I know.” Rhaernya says impatiently. Mysaria grins at the queens eagerness and spreads her legs before climbing over them and positioning her own, wet cunt above Rhaenyras. Slowly, she rotates her hips, making Rhaenyra immediately moan in surprise. She watches Mysarias movements and wants so badly to level herself with each hand and move with her, but they remain very much bound.

“Ahhh…fuck…” Rhaeyra moans again as Mysaria goes even faster, grinding right over her clit over and over again. The sound of them sliding together, slick coating warm skin, it was a melody that would sell for millions. 

The familiar, scream worthy feeling in her stomach swirled and her head revelled as Rhaernyra grew closer to orgasm, eyes rolling back, curses and moans falling out of her lips constantly. That was when Mysaria got off her, standing up in front of where she lay on the bed. Rhaenyra groans in frustration.

“Why did you stop?” She asks bitterly. Mysaria says nothing, ensuring she makes direct eye contract as her fingers plunge into herself. Rhaenyra gasps at this.

“Wh- in front of me?”

“You must have been close, huh?” Mysaria taunts. Rhaenyras eyes darken.

“Mysaria. Get back here.”

“Beg.” Mysaria says. Her words are dangerous. Status wise Rhaenyra has almost infinitely more power than Mysaria, and with men that power always translated. Never would she beg for anything. Never…

“Please.” Mysaria smile is wider than the narrow sea before she returns to her position on Rhaenyra, rocking her hips back and forth.

“Ah~ seven hells that- fuck you, don’t stop..” A mischievous look paints Mysarias eye as she obeys Rhaenyra. She wasn’t going to stop. Not even if she was begging for it. When Rhaenyra cums harshly, her hands still restrained. She expects the unrelenting pace to let up, her cunt already so sensitive. 

Mysaria stands up, curling her fingers inside Rhaenyra again. 

“Gods- Mysaria what are y- ohfuckstopstop mmm”

“You know the word.” Mysaria reminds her. And she does. Tart. A word as bittersweet as the ones she used to pick the lemons off of as a child. It was a lot, in truth. She had cum all over her fingers, she had her pussy soaked against Mysarias and now her fingers were inside her again. She was covered in sweat, wax and slick, whether it was hers or Mysarias she didn’t know. It would be a perfect point to stop. To clean herself and lie in Mysarias arms. But as her fingers pumped in and out, making her scream in pleasure and pain, she simply couldn’t bring herself to say the word.

“I kn…know.” Mysaria hums in satisfaction, continuing her thrusting harder now. When Mysaria finally lets up after her third orgasm, she unties Rhaenyra and kisses her deeply, tongue caressing the inner walls of her cheek. Rhaenyras hair is a mess. The braid, whatever remained of it, was over half out, with strands sticking to her face in different places.

“That was…yes.” Rhaenyra says a little awkwardly. Mysaria nods.

“Does this mean I can say I have ridden a dragon?” Rhaenyra laughs at the statement. 

“Daemon is a targraryean too. Thought you were already a dragon rider.”

“That was a long time ago. I’d rather be with you any day than the father of a school of bastards who runs for the hills and makes bad choices.” Rhaenyra sighs at this. She is right, of course, but her words sting to hear.

“My sons…they” Rhaenyra started to say. Mysaria smiled brightly. 

“I know. They are perfect.” She says, exchanging a knowing look that lasts long enough for the silence to spread.

“At least you needn’t worry about mothering my children, Rhaenyra. We don’t exactly have the requirements for it.”

The unexpectedness of the sentence causes them both to laugh and Rhaenyra pulls her in to a hug.

“Thank you for your support.” Rhaenyra mumbles. Mysaria nods.

“Of course your grace.”

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𝑨𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2 (a long awaited fic filled with smut)

A/N: There’s a bit of plot so I’m sorry to those who aren’t big readers but I promise it will be worth it 🙏

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Warnings: Cunnilingus: (A Receiving) Face riding (receiving) Fingering (receiving) Choking, praise and degradation, n!pple stuff, scissoring, str@p on, vibrator, spitting, squirting, face fucking (w strap), restraints

You and Janine had travelled as far out of WLF territory as you could, hiding out in an old pub. You had bolted every door using some tools and supplies you had found. Janine was recovering well, but the drugs would have her passed out for hours and it was too risky carrying her as you might need to use stealth or your weapon. 

You held her hand and watched over her as she rested. The two of you would need food soon and your people would be worried soon.

                                    ***

Abby couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction she had with you. The fact you had slipped in and out of WLF bases, something Abby hadn’t even thought possible with the numbers, was something she couldn’t deny impressed her. You were beautiful too, which Abby was sure the others would blame her sympathy on.

“Can’t believe you let that girl go.” One of the soldiers complained. “Isaac will be-“

“Breathe a word of it to Isaac and see what happens.” Abby threatens, irritated by everyone by now. They make a hum of agreement, respecting Abbys judgement. 

“Let’s bring this stuff back to Isaac”

                                 ***

The next day you and Janine were almost out. The two of you were taking down clickers and all kinds of infected and moving efficiently. That was till what was left of her arm got infected. She lay there, barely conscious when a bunch of Seraphites rolled through the area, looking for ‘sinners.’ 

“We have to go back to the hospital.” You tell her, shaking her awake.  “Fuck..fuck I’m not a fucking doctor I…I don’t know how much I was meant to give you or…or where…fuck, fuck!” You exclaim. She smiles, her eyes barely open.

“Just leave me.”

“Fuck you.” You say, tears threatening to pool in your eyes. “I’m not leaving you. We’ll go back.”

“WLFS are all over, they won’t be as lenient as our blonde little hero from before.” You sigh. You know she’s right. The WLFS are some of the most trigger happy soldiers you had come across, but as long as you could slip in and take the medicine, all she had to do was leave with it, your fate didn’t matter. It never did. 

“Wait here.”

                                  ***

Abby has been sitting (rather impatiently) in one of the wagons for some time now. She rolls her eyes when she realises it was Manny their driver had been waiting on. 

“What are you doing Manny? You went on an assignment yesterday.” 

“So did you.” He rebuts quickly. Abby sighs. 

“It’s just a simple exchange. We’re securing the last of the hospital supplies, Carter and I have it-“

“There’s talk of triple the numbers of scars, Abs. I’m happy to help, just let me.”

“Fine. But only cause I’ve wasted enough time waiting for you.” She says with a smile. Manny smirks widely. 

“I knew I’d convince you.”

They ride in silence for a while and Abby replays your interaction in her mind. The way your pretty eyes looked back at her so fucking gratefully. The way you were so determined to help your friend, even at the mercy of a group of armed soldiers. 

“What is it?” Manny questions, noting her silence. She shakes her head dismissively. 

“No, nothing just… nothing.” He doesn’t say anything further, but his eyes say it all, eventually drawing the info out of her like he always managed to do.

“Just, met someone that’s all.” Manny’s eyes light up and she’s immediately shaking her head.

“Not…like that. An enemy of sorts. She wasn’t one of us.”

“Oh…so she’s-“

“No.” Abby clears her throat. “She’s not uh, dead.” A smirk comes across Manny’s lip and Abby glares at him warningly. 

“Don’t you dare.”

“Was she hot?”

“Fuck off.”

“Well why did you spare her?”

“I don’t know! Just- just drop it.”

“Alright. Alright.” He puts up his hands in surrender. “But she was definitely hot.”

                                  °°°

Abby, Manny and Carter had returned with remaining supplies and were travelling out of the hospital when they heard their walkie talkie activate. 

“We have reports of scars all over the hospital perimeter.” The voice over the walkie-talkie warned. Abby and Manny exchange looks.

“We’ll have to reroute.” Manny decides. Abby nods. 

“Agreed.”

                                °°°

So…the hospital was a no go and the WLF base was even less plausible. Your own base was too far and the other areas had too many infected for one person to clear. Your only chance was the wagon. You sighted one wagon straying off route, but you didn’t want to kill three people who weren’t even attacking you. You would find a way to stop the wagon without hurting them.

                                °°°

You had armed a mild explosive on the trucks path. It caused two of the wheels to flatten, causing a harsh stop. 

Amidst the chaos, you creep behind the truck and take one dump the contents of one of the containers in your bag and bolt for the trees. 

“Okay…we’re not that far, we’re gonna have to walk, let’s just grab the supplies.” Abby instructs, walking behind the boot of the car. She freezes, looking at Manny wide eyed. 

“Uh, didn’t we have 2?” She asks. Manny walks over and sees only one of the crates. 

“Fuck. How is that possible? We haven’t even been anywhere!”

“Must have been when we were stopped. They must be close.”

“Scars?”

“Nah. Nah they would have killed us.”

“Well who, then?” He asks, and thats when a familiar flush reaches Abbys cheeks. 

“Maybe that same girl?” She asks, kicking the dirt slightly in an effort to look away. 

“Why would sh-“

“I’ll be right back.” Are the last words Abby says before sprinting into the woods after you. 

You, on the other hand, head to where your friend was lying in the grass.

“Still with me Janine?” You plea, opening the box of supplies. She gives you a faint grunt.

“Here. Antibodics, rubbing alcohol, some bandages um…” You hear a snap on the ground behind you and quickly turn, only to realise you are in the scopes of a very familiar, very intimidating soldier. You clear your throat. 

“…Hi-“

“I let you both live and this is how you repay me??” She questions, hitting you with the back of the scope. You put your arms up in surrender. 

“Were the last supplies not good enough for you hm? Had to go steal from me directly? What’s next, gonna take the clothes off our backs too? Our weapons.”

“No, Abby, it…” Her eyes widen at the use of her name and heat rises to your cheeks.

“It is..Abby right?” She nods slowly. 

“But we’re not on first name basis.” She rolls her eyes at your blank expression.

“It’s Anderson. Abby Anderson.”

“Fine, well do you think I wanted to go back, miss ‘Anderson?’ Look at the state of her.”

Abbys cold demeanour subsided and replaced itself with a sympathetic gaze. She sighs. 

“You were meant to use the rubbing alcohol first, and the antibiodics go in the arm, not the direct wound. Then you bandage in strips..” You smile softly at her. 

“Are you a doctor, miss Anderson?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“You said no first names-“

“Well-“ Abby couldn’t deny the way her name, any version of it, messed with her head when it was your lips that said it. ‘Miss Anderson’ also brought an unusual sensation in a place Abby certainly couldn’t afford to be experiencing it. 

“Just…don’t call me that either.”

“Fine, Abigail?”

“Fine.” She answers back, faster than a bullet. 

“Will you help her?” Abby laughs at your question. She looked so pretty when she smiled. The sound was beautiful too, even in mocking. 

“The nerve to ask for my fucking help after I defended you, only for you to go and steal from me again.”

“I had to look out for my friend. Once I know she’s got a shot, you cn take me away from here, or shoot me. You can do anything you want.

“You are so fucking irritating. Give me the shit, but you’ll be repaying me for it.”

“Deal.” You agreed happily. She went to work on your friend, effortlessly bandaging and applying different things.

“She’ll be alright now, but she can’t be in contact with dirt or water on her arm. Plenty of rest will be ideal too for faster healing.

“Thank you Abby- I mean Abigail.” Abby flushes hard, looking away.

“Whatever.” A chorus of snarls and distant clicks sounded and you look at Abby with genuine fear this time. 

“I’ll take her, you know how to shoot right?”

“Yes.” You reply simply, grabbing your gun from where you had holstered it. “But stealth is a better idea, we don’t want to draw more of them.” She glares at your suggestion.

“Fucking stealth? Where would we even go?”

“I saw an opening to a sort of cave back there, next to an old bakery. 

“Good. Let’s fucking move it.”

                                  ***

And that’s how you got where you were now. The door, (or door adjacent) was secure, your friend was asleep on a thin blanket and you and Abby were sitting on a couch.

“Guess this was someones hideout before infected started coming in from the town.” Abby said, rolling her shoulders back when she removes her backpack. You nod.

“Sorry for separating you from your friends.” You say hesitantly. She lets out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s fine.” You look at her shocked and she elaborates. 

“We were right near the base, my friends will take the supplies back and then get some more men to come after me. Knowing Manny though, he’ll probably be searching for me himself the idiot.”

“He clearly cares about you.” You utter, cracking your fingers and adjusting into the couch more comfortably. She nods.

“Your friend is lucky to have you too. I don’t think I have anyone I’d sneak across scar and infected territory for.” You shrugged.

“That’s surprising. I thought maybe you had a boyfriend you’d risk it all for.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” She explains. The silence makes you worry you have made it awkward before she adds. “Or girlfriend.” 

Suddenly the room feels 100 degrees hotter, particularly a place in between your legs as you watch the way her long braid adds to her pretty facial features, her voice making her that much more angelic. More than that, though, her abs made her look like a statue chiseled from stone, a work of art by the selfish gods who brought this situation on in the first place. 

“I still need to repay you…” You add cautiously, moving slightly closer to her. Her eyes look into one of your own, then down to your lips, then the other eye. 

“What do you propose?” 

                               °°°

When you had said you would do anything, you hadn’t expected to be on your knees for Abby, a possessive and notably larger hand pushing your head onto her clit so that you’re practically drowning in her pussy. When she finally grabs your head, pulling you up for a deep breath, you managed a choked 

“Taste s’good….” Before shes burying you in herself again. A mixture of need, desperation and want driving her. She knows your beautiful, she knows she wants you, but its her body that’s yearning for it, and the way Abby is practically talking to her cunt as you eat it tells you everything you need to know.

“Come on, comeoncomeoncomeonfuck” She cries, thrusting into your face. She cums harshly, her slick leaking into your mouth as you continue sucking her dry. “Good, Abs?” You question, taking deep breaths. She smiles. “Hm. Take off your shirt.”

“Abby Janine is-“

“Janine is fast asleep and I have had enough of your smart mouth for one day. Show me your pretty fucking tits.”

“Yes Abby.” Are the words you’re less than proud of as they slip out of your mouth like butter. You take off the shirt, and she smiles widely at the view. 

“Good girl. The bra now too.” When you unclip your bra, she doesn’t even take a moment to look at your now exposed chest as her lips are sucking on your sensitive nipples.

“Ah- fuck Abby what are- mmph” You moan as she nibbles ever so slightly. She pulls away and just looks at you for a bit, as if trying to take a photo of you with her eyes. Remembering every feature. 

“Such a fucking slut for me. Moaning before I even touch you.” You blush at her words, knowing she’s right.

“You’re such a pretty fucking thing. We don’t get pretty sluts like you where I’m stationed.” She says, grabbing you by the hips and returning your tits to her face. She sucks in between your tits, leaving a dark mark there after sucking for a long time. Then, she does the same to your neck.

“Abby that’ll mark-“ You begin to argue, and she shuts up your complaint by stuffing her index and middle finger into your mouth. For some reason, that was the hottest thing you had experienced, which had you questions many things about yourself. 

“What have I told you about that mouth hmm?” She teases. “Fucking bitch.” She pulls your mouth open with those same fingers and spits into your mouth. This simple act gets your so horny it’s practically dripping down your legs, but you try to contain any inch of your self respect that remains. Then, with no warning, she puts those same, saliva-coated fingers into your underwear, teasing you by occasionally pressing down on your clit but mostly just going down and up.

“Please…” She ignores, you, gathering the slick that pooled down to your thighs.

Finally, she gives in, rubbing tight circles over your eager clit. You let out a loud moan and quickly check to see if Janine heard that, but thankfully she was still out cold. The rubbing continued, nearing you dangerously close to the edge. 

“F…fuck~” She smiles confidently at your words. 

“I know baby.” Now she’s curling her fingers inside you, hitting the gummy walls of your G-spot and making you hum out in ecstasy. 

“Gonna…” You moan so beautifully Abby can’t stop smiling. “Gonna cum-“

“Don’t tell me…show me.” Your body immediately obeys her as your warm cum soaks her fingers.

“F…fuck” You whimper, eyes shut tight. She smirks.

“You’re a squirter?” She questions quietly. You flush hard.

“Sometimes. When I haven’t….in a while.”

“Well consider me flattered.” Abby teases. “Pass me my bag.” You do as she says, heaving over her heavy backpack and placing it in her large hand. She opens it up and unzips an inside pocket, picking out an unusual shaped pink vibrator. You laugh when you see it. 

“Now why would you bring a vibrator on patrol?” You ask in between laughs. She smiles in response.

“I have a roommate. Don’t want him finding or even worse using my shit on one of the many girls he brings over.”

“Ew…Would he do that?”

“I mean I would hope not but there’s part of me that wouldn’t be surprised.” She says, laughing now too. 

“So gross.” 

“Here, let me put this in you.” She says, spitting on the vibrator.

“This part goes inside.” She explains, pointing at a long, thin section.  “And this part goes on your clit.” She adds, pointing at a small circular section. 

You nod, looking back at Janine again.

“Never been fucked with my friend in the room before.” You mumble. She chuckles softly.

“But that’s where all the thrill comes from. Put it in, that’s the way.” She says, enjoying the view of the pretty pink vibrator disappearing into your tight hole. She turns it on to the highest setting, then adds the circular part to your still very sensitive clit. 

“Wow…good girl. That’s my good fuckin slut hm? Takin it so soon after I made you cum so hard like a fucking sex toy hm?”

You moan, squeezing your thighs together at the vibrating sensation. 

She puts her hand over your neck, not squeezing yet. The possessive feeling of this makes you moan harder, well, that and the feeling of your clit and g-spot being stimulated at the same time.

“Gonna squeeze, you okay with that?” She questions, her voice surprisingly gentle.

“Pl..ease” You moan, eyes going crazy at the feeling of the vibrator. 

“If it’s too much just tap anywhere on my body twice m’kay?”

“It’s not going to be too much.” Your reply quickly. She laughs. 

“Such a fucking overconfident slut.” She says, squeezing as she says this. 

You’re already close again, the overstimulation hurting just enough to feel fucking amazing. Abby squeezes slightly harder when she notices the pleasure in your eyes and now you’re releasing said pleasure all over the vibrator. Abby smiles, reaching into you and pulling it out, turning it off. 

“How’d you like that?” She asks, and you’re still catching your breath, seeing fucking colours behind your eyelids at this point. 

“S…s’good.” You breathe. She nods, pouting sarcastically. 

“Mmm…seems like you’ve mostly been having all the fun, which is ironic since you’re the one who owes me.” She announces. You look at her wide eyes, waiting for whatever she’d suggest next. 

“Come here.” Abby demands, though her words are pointless as she’s gripping onto your bare waist and pulling you into her. Abby sheds any extra layers of clothes she had on, allowing you to gape at her bare figure for a moment, particularly her soaking pussy, all pretty and ready for you. She lifts your legs carefully, lining your clits together. You gasp at the contact, immediately craving the friction she was yet to give you. 

“Ever done this before?” She questions. You just gaze at her wide eyed, practically giving her your answer for her. 

“Put your arms on either side like this, then rock your hips in a circular motion till that pretty, desperate fucking clit of yours feel good mkay?” You nod, still gaping. She smiles at you, then starts moving her hips, setting the pace. You follow her lead, having trouble adjusting to the new sensation at first but then almost fucking melting when you do.

“F…fuck…Abb-“

“You feel that?” She questions, moving a little faster and moaning with you. You nod enthusiastically. 

“Yes. Yesyesfuck.” Abby would laugh if she wasn’t already indulged in her own pleasure, both of you nearing your orgasm with every roll of your hips. The sound of your wet cunts moving together, the feeling of how fucking warm it was was something you couldn’t even dream of, and yet here you were.

“Gonna cum.”

“I know baby…me too, cum with me baby.”

“Fuck…Abs- mphhh.” You shut your eyes tightly, coming undone on her and dripping down her thighs. Abbys expression is very satisfied and she gives you a moment to recover and revel in the feeling. But only a moment. 

“I have one other thing in my bag. Want to see?”

“Abby…” You say, already feeling so fucked out. She just smiles. 

“There’s no getting out of this.” She says, reaching into the back and grabbing out a long black strap. 

“W…you’re gonna put that in me?” She laughs, nodding. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow. Well- perhaps not for long, but it won’t hurt, trust me.” You nod hesitantly. 

“Here, our safe word will be ruby, okay?” You nod, giving her a comforting smile. “Ok.” 

She attaches the strap to her waist.

“Okay baby, open your mouth, I’m gonna very gently fuck your face okay? Is that okay?” You look at the large strap, then back at Abbys beautiful fucking face. That face was dangerous. It could get you to do anything. 

“Okay.” 

“Tap twice remember?”

“I’m gonna be fine.” You say, and she nods, putting the tip of it into your pretty mouth. 

“Mmm wow you look pretty like this. Gonna push more okay, deep breaths.” She instructs, pushing your head down further onto her cock. 

“Mmm fuck you’re making me horny as a mother fucker right now. Just a little more you can take it. It’s okay if you gag, just 2 taps mmm?’ You nod, taking a deep breath and pushing almost the whole thing into your mouth. She gasps. 

“Fuck, can’t take this any longer, lie the fuck down. Need to fuck you.” She tells you as the pulls your legs apart. She grabs her belt off the floor. 

“Can I ask you something?” Your curiosity is peaked at her words, just as your fear is when you see her with the belt. Fear and thrill perhaps, who could tell?

“Sure.” You say, thought your voice was anything but sure. Abby laughs. 

“Can I tie your feet together with this?” You let out a sigh of relief. 

“Jesus. I thought you were gonna beat me up”

“Really? Wow…”

“What I mean look at the size of your arms!”

“I’ll have you know I built this muscle by working out. At a gym. Like a normal person.”

“Well how was I to know?” You say, laughing back now too. “And yes…you can.” She nods, binding your feet with the belt so your legs are stuck in a butterfly position. 

“Mmm, I like this, nice and spread.” Abby remarks. She then lines herself up with your pussy, inching the tip into you and grunting when she feels how tight you are. 

“Don’t get fucked often?” She questions, and it’s more of a thought than a direct question, but you answer regardless. 

“Not too many fish in the sea when half the ocean is your enemy.”

“Touche.” She says, pushing more in and getting a satisfied gasp from you. 

“What about her?”

“Who Janine? She’s like my siste- fuckthatfeelsgood.” Abby laughs at your answer. 

“Wish you were a WLF.  Stealthy, pretty, we’d get a lot done with you.” Abby rambles. You smile. 

“I’m flattered.” She has the whole thing in you now, it stings a little but in the best way. The look in her eyes is asking your permission, which you respond with an eager nod and suddenly Abby is moving up and down. She fucks hard. Just like you imagined she would when you first saw her, and fuck if it wasn’t the best thing you had felt you weren’t sure what was.

“F…faster~”

“Uh-uh, no, you don’t get to demand stuff from me beautiful.” She says, gripping your throat. 

“Once I start going fast you’re gonna beg me to slow down, but I’m not fucking going to, so for now be fucking grateful and take everything I give you, hm?” You nod, already feeling amazing with your neck being squeezed how you loved. And then, just like promised, Abby starts moving faster…and faster…until you’re crying out and your heads rolling back in pleasure.

“F…fuckohmygod.” 

“Mmm…what did I tell my girl hm?”

“Fuck, Abby-“

“Fucking take it.” Becomes a repetitive sentence as you near another one of your countless orgasms. Finally, after she’s stretched you out and fucked you in ways you hadn’t imagined you’d ever experience in your life, she eases you off her soaked strap.

“H…happy now?” You breathe out, still clinging onto her back like a fucking koala. She smiles.

“Almost. Sit on my face and your debt will officially be repayed.”

“Oh my- Abby I’ve finished like 6 times or-“

“7.” Abby corrects. “And I don’t fucking care. I want you to ride my face like you fucking mean it. Hold onto the back of the couch for balance if you want, but you and your friend aint leaving till I taste you.” Your face flushes crimson. “Alright.” You eventually say. 

And there you were, riding Abbys adorable little nose bump like it was a seat and bucking your cunt in and out of her mouth. She squeezes your thighs tightly and you’re so fucked out that when you cum, you squirt all over her face. When you remove yourself from her, your slick is dripping down her chin and her mouth and Abby is left with the most beautiful expression you’d ever seen. You blush, cleaning off her face with your hands as best you could. She smiles approvingly. 

“My cute girl, cleaning off her mess for me.” Even your ears are red at this point. You quickly put your clothes back on and she pouts when you put the bra back. 

“No…let me suck them again.”

“Abby they’re already bruised from-“ You know by now that complaining makes no difference. Plus, when someone makes you feel that good, there’s no point in arguing anyway. You unclip the bra again, revealing your perky tits once more. She smiles widely, taking them both into your mouth and sucking. When she’s finally satisfied, you both put back any removed clothes and sit next to each other on the couch. 

“Well…this was fun.” Abby says with a smile, putting her stuff back in her bag. You nod in agreement. 

“I…would have to agree. And thank you, for Janine.”

“Sure. What’s one less med kit?”

“Thanks.”

“If you ever feel like doing stupid shit like this again, I’ll mark the routes I take on my map, maybe we can meet somewhere.” Abby says, and your eyes and face lights up. She laughs. 

“Miss me already?” You shake your head defensively. 

“Course not.” You reply, handing her a map and pen. She circles a few areas. 

“The building next to the library over here, the coffee shop over there, this restaurant, and this apartment are all off route, we can meet there sometime, I do assignments pretty much all week. You seem to have a thing for scouting, I’m sure you’ll find me well enough.” You nod.

“Bye Miss Anderson.”

“What have I told you about calling me that?”

“What are you going to do about it?” You reply with a smirk. 

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Shy Abby

No guys this isn’t part 2, sorry to disappoint and I swear I am writing it, but for now, I’m just thinking about shy Abby.

Yes I’m very passionate about Abby not being a sub most of the time, but can we imagine Abby who gets secretly turned on by praise. Praise from you is next level too, of course, and perhaps is the reason she’s been taking on extra assignments from the moment she’s met you, just for a chance to hear “you did great work today.” (It was definitely the reason.) And now that you’re aware of it, you use it to your advantage. 

Abby heads back from the shooting range with Manny, grin wider than the earth as she hugs you tight in celebration. 

“I beat him by like 10 fucking points.” Abby exclaims. A provocative smirk touches your lips as you lean in to her ear. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you baby.”

“I-“ Abby practically freezes, pushing her legs together slightly as she pulls away from the hug.

“Thank you.” She says, sounding more serious now. 

“She carried both our weapons back too.” Manny says, and Abby’s still not making eye contact with you, her cheeks bright red.

“What a gentleman.” You tease, walking towards her again.

“And such a good girl.” Abby sighs, grabbing you by the wrist and leading you off.

“Hey I thought we were going to hang out with-“ Manny’s words are quickly made irrelevant by Abbys quick dismissal. 

“Change of plans.” Abby says, walking with you quickly.

“Got something else I want to be victorious in.” She mumbles. You smile at her words.

“You look so fucking pretty Abby, claiming me like this” She doesn’t say anything, but she sure as hell thinks a lot of things, most of them unholy. 

She’s going to be the fucking death of me.

A/N: (can we talk about the picture on the right, that scene where Abby's like "is now a bad time" so softly gets me. I would never leave you for Mel my sweet girl.

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For something a little different today, Abby is interrogating a trespasser (you) and everyone is surprised to see Abby go easy on someone for the first time ever.

If u guys like this I can write a part 2 reunite scene w smut but for now just let me know.

Victims and criminals are all imprisoned in cells throughout the apartments. Waking through, some would be shaking, some bleeding, some cursing and some saying nothing at all. When Abby is in charge of the interrogations, everyone knows about it. The wails can be heard from anywhere in the WLF base and whenever Abby even walks through to speak with Issac, they flinch and they beg for her mercy. 

You are a skilled survivalist. One who creates traps, bombs and your own weapons. One as comfortable in shadow as you were in the skin on your own body. But above that you were loyal. Always helped those who needed helping for nothing in return and today you were paying the price. 

You had been using WLF camps and lookouts for supplies for some time now. You preferred the seraphite weapons but bullets and “old world” materials were proving more valuable of late. Plus, the WLF soldiers were more careless than those sadistic cultists, so you decided it would be a safer bet.

Your best friend Janine was your ride or die on all assignments and this was the only time the two of you had gotten into a hairy situation you weren’t so easily walking away from. She was bit, long story short, only on her arm thankfully, which you had to ampetate. She was losing a lot of blood, and the WLF hospital was their only shot. Unfortunately, with what looked like hundreds of WLFS in such a close space, you were caught, supplies in hand, and were now being questioned by the bulkiest woman you had ever seen. 

“Just caught this one in ICU, she was rushing out with antibiotics, stitches, alcohol and some pretty hardcore pain drugs.” Jordan said, tossing you to her. She looks you slowly up and down, her expression unchanged. 

“She a scar?” She asks. Jordan and the others looked puzzled, saying nothing. She rolls her eyes. 

“You a scar?” She asks you directly now.

“I don’t know what that is…” You admit, voice shaky. Jordan is still holding his gun to you.

“This is scar and WLF territory. You would have seen them.” Abby explains impatiently. “You know, horses, bows, hung bodies, etc…”

“Oh.” You reply in understanding. “Seraphites. No, I’m definitely not.”

She exchanges looks with the others before continuing. 

“Why were you stealing our shit?” Abby pries, looking briefly at the med kit in your hand. 

“It’s suicide coming in here, you’ve seen the numbers.” Her voice is pretty and non-chalant. You are planning on ways to get out of this as they question you, but you have only had to endure confrontation a few times. You shrug. 

“I was rushing. That’s why I was careless enough to let you catch me.”

“Because you were rushing?” She taunts. “Going through our bases is suicide, we caught you because you were stupid.”

“On the contrary, I’ve been through 6 locations your people were stationed a-“ You stop yourself, realising just how quickly your smart mouth had landed you closer to having your friends life as well as your own, ended.

“It was because I was rushing.” You decide to conclude. Abby nods, clearly finding some part of you interesting enough to not beat. 

“Why were you rushing. Who was this shit for? There more of you?” You take a deep breath in an attempt to explain, but even that small moment was interrupted.

“Well?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just a little hard to answer with your friends gun in my face.”

“Shut up.” Jordan said, moving the gun closer. Abbys eyes darken with anger at this. 

“Jordan drop it.”

“What?! She just said she’s been stealing from us and-“

“I said drop it, or would you like me to point it at you next?” Jordan lets out a sigh of defeat and takes a large step back. You flash a grateful look in Abbys direction.

“It’s for my friend. Best friend. Arm was amputated on a sweep job.” 

“Sweeping our fucking houses were you?”

“No. No not this time I swear it. We were just getting supplies from some abandoned apartments.”

“Shit.” Abby says, silence lingering long enough to have all of Abbys friends on edge. 

“Where is she?”

“Why?” You shoot back, defensively. She rolls her eyes.

“So we can give her the shit. She can be on her way and then we’re gonna take you into confinement for stealing.” 

“Why should I trust you? You really think I’m gonna give you my friends location?”

“If you haven’t noticed, you aren’t yet screaming, which you will quickly learn is how I leave most people I meet, so if I wanted you dead you’d be dead. Second of all, my group can just do a whole sweep right now and have the building on lockdown, but by the time we’ve found her, I fear her chances of survival will be very. much. decreased. What’s your name?” Your eyes widen and you’re taken aback by her words. You hesitate, avoiding making eye contact.

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“Wanna know who the fuck I’m talking to. Stand up, gonna take your weapons too.”

You comply, your hands shakily going up in surrender. She puts her large hands over your body, making you shudder. She pats you down thoroughly and despite everything, your skin feels like its burning at the contact. She’s beautiful, intimidating as hell and quite literally has you at her mercy, the whole thing is terrifying and slightly arousing. Your cheeks are still burning when she finally steps away, your weapons in hand. 

“Pretty name.” She replies solemly. You blush harder.

“Please don’t hurt her. I’ll do anything. You can torture me the rest of my days if you want. You can feed me to clickers or your dogs but please, let me heal her.” Abby tries to fight the things she is feeling. Perplexed is the strongest emotion, angry that you stole is another, but the incredibly constant and insistent urge to protect you with her life is even stronger still.

Abby moves in, lowering herself to your level, speaking more quietly now, as if the fact that she could do anything other than inflict harm was a secret that would provoke chaos for anyone who hears it. 

“No one will hurt you, or your friend. At least not till she’s safe. You may be an idiot but…well I can respect doing stupid shit for a friend. Get up, you’re gonna tell me where she is.”

“Abby this is crazy!” Jordan argues. “Isaac will never approve-“

“Then go cry to him about it. She just needs some antibiotics, Mel is a great doctor, we’ll be back before it can even be considered a delay.”

Everyone is shocked by Abby and no one more than you. The way she stood up for you, the way she can speak so boldly with a voice so sweet had you soaking subconsciously.

“You two can follow, don’t want to keep the whole group for this.” Abby tells two of her men. They nod and follow.

“How many of you are there?” Abby asks, her voice softer now as you walked. You smiled ever so slightly. 

“13. We’re more of a family than a group. We’re harmless though, until we need to be otherwise.”

“And you all sneak around like this?”

“No. The children don’t but those who are strong take rotations for supplies and clearing infected from the area.” “That’s….” Abby lets out a deep sigh, dismissing her previously cold exterior. “Actually pretty smart.”

You and the others find Janine and Abby immediately rushes to help her, using her medical skills her dad taught her for the better. You watch, bewildered, impressed and obviously aroused the whole time, even when the final bandage is secure.

You hug Janine tightly, though Janines guard is clearly still up.

“Who…who is that?”

“Don’t worry about that, she helped you. Her name’s Abby. It is Abby…right?” You ask, and for the first time you see some colour spread across Abbys face and a warm smile to match it. The indescribable feeling Abby has suddenly became a little clearer as she watches you, happy and safe with your friend. It’s terrifying and electrifying. Does Abby like you? 

“Yeah. Abby Anderson. Now I suggest you both get the hell out of here before my trigger happy friend group decides to test my patience.”

“Both?? You’re letting me go?” You ask her. The other soldiers are nearby but not watching, all immersed in their own conversation.

Abby groans. 

“I’ll probably- scratch that- definitely regret it, so let’s hope you’re gone before that happens.” You leap up and hug her.

“Thank you miss Anderson. We won’t go to your bases anymore. Sorry.” You ease off of her and quickly leave with Janine. Abby’s jaw is slack from the unexpectedness of the hug. She scratches the back of her neck.

She wondered if she’d see that strange girl again.

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Me when Laura Bailey and the characters she voices: 🛐 🛐 🛐 

To all her characters- smash, smash, a million times smash. To Laura, in the most respectful and consensual, delulu way possible smash me please. Abby please f me 🙏 Also Nadine also having big arms was the biggest win I had ever experienced. In addition Serena was my first game crush since I played skyrim when I was like 8.

MJ, I won't lie I didn't even realise it was her but I always thought she was so fine.

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Watching Abbys fav movie

Fluffy w a bit lot of smut ofc <3

A/N: This probably wouldn’t be Abbys favourite movie so I just chose one I had seen sorry ya’ll, thanks for understanding. It also probably wouldn’t have been made by then but this is just a fan fic.

(This reminds me of that tiktok audio: “stole the kraggle, the most powerful object in the universe. Blah, blah, blah. Proper name, place name, backstory stuff.)

Tag list: @mitski-lovesems

@cattjull

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Abby has always been big on movies. It’s an easy escape that she doesn’t need to be too awake to enjoy and it doesn’t require the same focus as when she’s reading. Additionally it makes the world seem like it’s not the fucked up mess it is now, a small victory for Abby. 

Most movies she would watch silently and happily, zoning out slightly and cuddling with you while she watches. This, however, was her favourite movie, one which she had seen 100 times, and she was going to pause it and tell you every little thought she had on it. You sigh when you see the length of the movie.

“Abby…2 hours and 46 minutes? It’s already 11:30 do we really need to see the second one?” You protest playfully. She kisses you happily, putting one of her large hands on your head and kneading it through your hair. 

“But baby, in this one, the fremen recognise Pauls talents and treat him as their messiah even though he dreams of all that death and shit from the first one.”

“Okay…”

“But then the love interest he’s been dreaming of recognises they’re being manipulated.”

“Oh shit, wait so she goes against him…oh fuck does she die??”

“No baby…pretty much-“ As Abby explains Dune, it’s sequel, the original dune, the books and the other versions to you further, the words become distant to you. It’s not because what she’s saying doesn’t interest you, in fact it’s more the opposite, seeing Abby so happy and passionate about something adds to your own happiness, but hearing her explain things, well that was always a turn on for you, regardless of the topic, but as she went on about the symbolism and different characters, you could feel heat growing between your legs. It was an embarrassing thing you didn’t plan on admitting to her, of course Abby being Abby would never let you live it down, but everything she said made you want to climb on top of her and ride the shit out of her.

“Pretty much melange represents the untapped potential of human perception and brainpower. That’s the stuff that allows Paul to achieve the greatest heights of his power and- oh I’m sorry, have I lost you?” She asks. Shit. 

“No...no um…melange, right.”

“Yeah well that’s just another word for the spice, but then in dune part two Pauls’ mum drinks the worm juice, which is called water of life.” 

It would be so easy, you thought to yourself. You could get between her big thighs while she watches the movie and you could give her the relaxing experience she so deserved. 

“But anyway you’ll understand when you see it. Shall we?”

Her fingers would feel so good right now.

“Um…baby?”

“Oh- oh what? Yeah…yes.” She tilts her head with equal parts concern and amusement on her face.

“Have I bored you?”

“What? Oh my god no, never. I was just…thinking.”

“About the movie?” She asks, and the look on your face makes it so fucking obvious to her just what it was you were so focused on. She smirks knowingly at you. 

“I see.”

“It’s not…even like that-“ You try. She puts her hands up in defence. “

“I didn’t say anything-“

“It’s just….you explaining like this I’m just…a little”

“Horny as shit, clearly. I was just trying to tell you about the movie you know?” You groan, covering your eyes in embarrassment. 

“I’m focused- I mean, focusing, from now on I promise.” She picks you up by the waist and kisses you deeply, holding your face now on either side. 

“Dune 2 can wait. You watched the whole first one like such a good girl. Here, rub your clit on my thigh for me like you do.” Your eyes widen at her request and she laughs mockingly. 

“Don’t look at me like that as if you weren’t begging for it in your head.” You sigh, finally obeying her and starting to grind your hips on her lap. She smiles approvingly. 

“Good girl.”

“Abby this is…I feel stupid-“

“Aw come on, I’ll give you what you want soon enough, you can handle a few minutes of grinding can’t you?” You let out another sharp exhale as your clit rubs nicely over your clothes. 

“F…fine.” You moan, moving slowly back and fourth. 

“In Dune: Part Two, we find Lady Fenring seducing Feyd all under the orders of the Bene Gesserit to sire a child from Feyd's bloodline.” Your eyes are shut from your own pleasure, but your confusion is still clear.

“You’re still talking about the movie?” You ask, bewildered. She hums into you in agreement. 

“You said my explanations turn you on, does it not?” You moan in agreement and now she’s guiding your hips and up and down your thigh. 

“F…fuck” You bite your lip, already feeling embarrassingly close. 

“Sharon Duncan-Brewster plays the role of Dr. Liet-Kynes, an ecologist on Arrakis. This is a notable change from the book. In Herbert’s novel, Liet-Kynes is a man, but her character is female in the film.” Abby tells you. 

So. Close.

“Abb- ngggh~” She laughs at your reactions, smiling proudly at you. 

“Well that was a noise.”

“Shut up.” You joke back, continuing to move up and down at a steady pace. She leans in to your ear.

“Oh but baby you don’t want that, how else will I tell you these things that has your pussy swallowing my fucking thigh like a greedy whore hm?” You don’t need to tell her that you’re cumming, the pornographic moan that left your mouth said it all. 

“Shh…that’s my girl…”

“Fuck~” You whimper. Abby nods again. 

“I know baby.” She guides you off of her thigh now. 

“I’m gonna go get the strap, you enjoy the movie a moment. Give that greedy pussy of yours some time to breathe.” You slap her playfully and she catches your hand midair. 

“Be right back.” She says, kissing your lips swiftly. The simple act of it makes your cheeks flash crimson. She returns with the strap in hand a long with a bottle of clear liquid. She goes to put on the strap but you stop her. 

“What is it? Not in the mood anymore?” She asks, genuinely worried and sitting beside you. You smile reassuringly. 

“Of course I’m in the mood you’re…you…” She laughs at your answer.

“Um…thank you? Then what…”

“I want to eat you out first.” You say, and she gives you a warning look.

“You…want to eat meout?” You’re flushing. And more than that you’re worried about how she’ll react. During your relationship Abby has always made it clear she was the giver. She’d eat you out relentlessly no matter the situation, tease you, fuck you good, no matter what it was, it was her, and obviously that would get no protest from you, but today, hearing her like this, seeing her all adorable and in her element about something, it had you craving being on your knees in between her big thighs. 

“…Please.” Fuck that was pathetic, though there was no backing out now, you supposed. 

“I don’t know baby…”

“Just…keep talking about the movie. Wanna hear you talk. Just please let me taste you, just once.” She tries to fight the smirk touching her lips but hearing those soft pleas was like drugs.

“Just once…” She agreed, spreading her legs before you. 

You unbuckle her belt eagerly, tugging the pants down to the floor. Then, you do the same with her boxers, revealing her glistening, beautiful pussy. You wanted to scream with excitement, another thing you would never admit, but of course you were a mature adult, one with a pussy of their own, and weren’t going to embarrass yourself in front of any top-scar killers any time soon. Not even if they were your girlfriend. 

You start by kissing her inner thighs, sucking on the soft, tender skin there. Then, you waste almost no time before licking all the way down her cunt. Holy fucking shit-fuck. She tasted amazing. 

You moan slightly into her cunt as you go, still exploring and tasting the delicious silver liquid. Then, you latched on to her pretty pink clit, licking swiftly over and around it and moving your head in unison, making a chorus of moans, gasps and unfamiliar noises from Abbys lips. Abby wouldn’t admit it either- a common theme in your relationship, but she didn’t remember the last time she felt this good receiving anything. 

When she cums, you expect low grunts like the ones you’d hear when she’d work out or all those times when she’s fucking you. Instead, her voice is high pitched and breathy. She pulls you up by the hair so you’re facing her. 

“Well?” You ask. Abby doesn’t say anything, she walks over and grabs the strap, putting it on as fast as she can.

“Gonna fuck you so damn good for that.” You laugh at her words.

“Abby, you don’t need to prove anything, just cause I went down on you one time doesn’t mean-“

“I’m. Going. To fuck you.” She says, and you laugh, putting your hands up in surrender. 

“Yes ma’am.”

She puts her hands over your cunt and nods approvingly over how wet it is. She coats the strap with your slick and the lube and lines it up with your eager cunt. 

“Ready, sweet girl?” She asks, though its more of a mockery than anything, You laugh. 

“Obviously.” You reply, and with that she thrusts it inside, making your moan loudly. She puts more and more until its almost completely in.

“Shh…I know but you can take it can’t you?” She asks. You nod.

“Yes Abby ohfuck”  The feeling is insatiable and shes hitting up into you so fucking well, hitting every place she knows drives you mad in the way you love. You glance over at the screen.

“What’s happening now?” You ask her between breaths. She jokingly acts offended. 

“Seriously? I’m tryna’ ohfuck focus.” Abby moans. You frown at her words.

“Fine, won’t you tell me one more fact then?” She laughs, hitting a spot that makes you moan even louder.

“Well…my dad told me the film is based on Frank Herbert’s sci-fi novel by um…” You were both getting close now. You clung to her back, nails digging into her pretty, muscular skin.  “the same name.  And the film it came out in…in 1965 and Denis Villeneuve’s film is only…only a part of it oh fuck~~” The strap is hitting Abby’s clit perfectly with each thrust and you both cum together, moaning and moving almost artistically as one. 

The sound of another thumper in the movie gives you a heart attack and Abby laughs, removing the strap and pulling you close. She puts her hands on your waist and she puts a thin blanket over the two of you.

“You know…I think I like this movie more than I thought.” You tell her as she goes back to kneading her fingers through your hair like she always did. She just smiles at this.

“Mmm, I think I’ll watch Dune with Manny next time. We’ll be able to get through a scene without fucking.”

“If Manny watches with you he’ll be lucky to get through a scene without you talking.” You retort. She gets back on top of you and kisses you in a way that takes your breath away. 

“You love it.” She responds, getting back to her original position. You smile into the hug, watching the screen again and enjoying her warmth. 

“Yea.” You reply simply. “I do.”

[k1ngpin42]

Sevika 18+ head canons and very spicy fic ;)

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (s receiving) , scissoring, use of strap on, (receiving) choking, hickeys, use of n!pple clamps, mention of sex workers

@cattjull

Head canons:

Incredibly good at sex- She regulars at one specific brothel at the other side of town to where she both lives and works. Never sleeps with anyone she doesn’t pay for and uses this as an excuse to use them in every way she can. She’s comforted by the fact there is no judgement in it. Like sex is her own seperate world made for her pleasure alone.

Spitting kink- It’s not so much for degradation than it is to watch you soaked by her in every way you can be. (Also a little bit for degradation.) 

Choking kink- (with her arm ofc) she loves the fact that something that can inflict so much harm can also be used for something as fragile as sex. (Always makes sure you’re okay with it though.)

There are some days where she will just get naked with a girl or two and just lie with them for a bit, sitting quietly in her own thoughts while admiring the view beside her. She’ll ask her about their day and be genuinely happy to hear about it. She’ll still pay them handsomely for their time of course, and she becomes such a favourite that she gets some nights for free and they always have Sevikas favourite room cleared out for her.

On top strap gameee

Loves a show. Makes you ride her thigh or any part of her body, loves your tits in her face, loves watching girls with each other, it’s her favourite type of foreplay before she absolutely rails the shit out of you

FIC: Sit on my lap

For someone from the overcity, you certainly didn’t feel any perks of “privilege” that undercity residents loved to rage on about you all having. It was just you and your brother. Your parents left to go do greater things for the overcity government leaders last year and took all of their fortune with them, leaving nothing but the house you both live in. Your brothers making coin doing some sort of security work with his jackass friends while he landed you a job pouring cups at a discreet establishment downtown. When he told you about it, you first had imagined a speakeasy or a casino, but when you arrived it was far from it. Women walking around in breezy, pale pink dresses, men and women dancing without their clothes on, and of course you could only imagine what was happening behind the closed doors, if the loud moans were any indication. 

You begged your brother not to make you work there. That you would do anything else, but he urged you to give it a shot, and the women there were all really kind, the men surprisingly respectful, and you didn’t have to perform any of the tasks the other women did. All you had to do was wear a dress, smile, and pour wine and water for the guests.

You had a shift tonight that you weren’t overly looking forward to. They always stay open longer on Thursday nights and you didn’t really want to be catering the drunken guests who stay till 4am.

When you got there, the girls were all giggling excitedly and the owner looked more on edge than usual. You greet her casually and she explains a VIP customer was coming in. 

“What do you want me to do?” You question. She sighs.

“Our favourite girls sick, our other cup bearers not working tonight and most of our rooms are booked. We’re completely unprepared for Sevika tonight.” She explains. You nod simply. You’re the only cup bearer…great.

“Just…go get changed and make your rounds, I’ll let you know when she arrives.” That was the last you heard for a while, your thoughts blurring together. You pour water for the two customers who have arrived within the hour. Thankfully neither of the men were handsy with you and you were left to fold and prepare the bed in Sevikas room. Your colleagues had told you stories in very intimate detail about her. Your friend often said it felt like she should be the one paying because Sevika was “just that good.” It made you think about it. Or perhaps dream about it would be a better word. You often grew curious at the sounds emerging from the rooms. You knew to some regard, the women who were employed here, their noises were fake. A hoax or exaggeration to impress the men and women who visit. Make them feel powerful or something. 

But part of you wanted to open the door, even just a crack. To look in and see the guests feel everything they want to feel. The idea was exciting, making someone feel good In this way. Part of you wishes you had the experience to do what some of your friends did, but other parts, the more sane perhaps, had a different moral view on it and didn’t want to be an object to men. 

You jump when the door opens and both Sevika and the owner walk in. You quickly recollect yourself, smiling at them both. You knew it was her straight away due to the sheer size of her body, or more specifically her arm and thighs. She was dressed nicely with a fitted button up shirt with a dark pink wrap on top. Her arm was a beautiful gold  replacement with pink liquid flowing through it. Her raven hair only added to the allurement of her being, with this arched eyebrows and an interesting scar across her otherwise perfect face. You attempt to make an introduction, but words fail you as you continue to eye up the woman. 

“Uh…forgive her, this is my new cup bearer. She has made all the arrangements to your room as you like them.” Sevika doesn’t reply, but she gives you a menacing smirk that seems to make the contents of your stomach flip.

“Thank you. Is Angie here?” She asks, still not fully acknowledging you. The owner blushes.

“Uh…unfortunately Angela is sick, but all my girls are eager to work with you. You may have your pick of them.”  She tilts her head, eying your body slowly. 

“No. That’s okay. Leave us.” She instructs. Her tone isn’t angry, nor is it anything else, it is simply an instruction that the owner knew better than to question.

“If you need anything, just ask her.” Sevika smiles, her eyes darkening slightly.

“Oh, I will.”

The door closes and the room suddenly feels all that much warmer. You clear your throat. 

“Wine…?” You ask, suddenly becoming very conscious over the way you asked that. 

“I mean….I meant…could I interest you in some wine?” Jesus why do you exist right now? She lets out a short laugh. It’s deep when she does this, and it makes you feel ways you shouldn’t. 

“Sure. Pour yourself one too.” Your eyes widen at her words.

“Oh…I don’t think I’m allowed to drink while I’m working.” You explain. She walks past you, taking a seat on the bed. You don’t turn to face her, only looking at the jug and the glass. 

“Oh no? But you seem so…tense.” She says, and you could certainly agree that relaxed was the furthest you felt right now. Plus, she was a VIP and the owner told you to do everything VIPS ask. You don’t reply to Sevika with words, instead picking up an extra glass from the table and pouring wine into it. She smirks.

“Good girl.” When you turn to face her she’s naked. Like. Literally naked, with her bare beautiful fucking tits exposed all the way down to…well you weren’t going to look at that. In fact, you tried not to look at all. You quickly whip your head back to the wall, spilling a drop of wine or twoo in the process.

“Fuck…sorry.” You say quickly. She laughs.

“You are aware of where it is you work?” Sevika teases. You can’t help but smile slightly, still blushing from nerves.

“Fuck…sorry.” You repeat. “I’m new.” You add dumbly. She smiles again.

“So I hear.” You carefully return your gaze to her face, trying your hardest to focus on her eyes. Meanwhile, hers linger ever so slowly down your body.

“Lose the dress.” Your mouth drops ajar, parted by the shock and letting out a gasp by accident. You clear your throat, returning your face to a composed and neutral expression. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t do that kind of work. I only pour wine…and water…and I guess fetch things but-“ Sevika watching patiently as you make a fool of yourself only makes things worse. You take a deep breath.

“I can go get you my friend.”

“No.” Your eyes finally meet hers again. You take a sip, or rather a gulp of the wine, shuffling a little where you stood. 

“Come. Sit on my lap.” At first you think you have misheard her. You must have…because there would no reasonable explanation for Sevika…the one from all your friends fucking stories…to have asked you to sit on her VERY bare lap without any expectation of sex.

“I’m not gonna sleep with you.” You let out all at once, your cheeks flushing. You’re terrified of how she’ll react. I guess you can kiss this job goodbye.

“Shame.” She replies, nonchalantly. “Anyway, I only offered because you’re shaking like a fucking leaf over there. Sit beside me then if my body bothers you.” She explains calmly. The mention of her body causes your impulses to look again. She truly does have the nicest pair of tits you’ve ever seen. Her stomach, her arms, you want all of it. You take a seat beside her, sitting so far on the edge of the bed you’re practically falling off. 

“How does a gorgeous little thing find her way to a brothel…untouched?” She questions, speaking ever so softly now. You smile slightly. 

“My brother said we needed money.” You admit. “And if it’s any consolation, I’m not ‘untouched.’ I’ve had a boyfriend before.” She laughs, noticeably impressed. 

“Boyfriend, huh? Lucky guy.” The air feels so thick in the room and her very naked body is driving you crazy. You take another gulp of the wine.  “What about girlfriend? Ever let a girl touch you?” She asks. You turn to face her now and she meets your shocked expression with a calm and slightly cocky smirk.

“Relax, you don’t need to answer that sweetie.” She says, the nickname clearly a mockery. You roll your eyes.

“No. No woman has ever touched me and before you ask why, it’s because I’ve never met a woman interested, okay?” She tilts her head, her smirk leaving her lips.

“Trust me, if a woman has any queer bone in her body, she’s been interested in you.” Her words make your ears and cheeks heat up, as well as a particular sensitive organ that’s fighting for its life right now.

“I….uh…” 

“Have your friends described it to you? What it’s like with a woman?” You almost choke on the wine. 

“Well….I presume the same as with men but different parts.” 

“Woah, you really are bright.” She teases, and you can’t help but laugh back.

“Whatever. Yes, they’ve told me stuff.” 

“Describe it to me.” The glass barely touches your lips when you bring it back down again. 

“Why?” The same smirk returns and needless to say, your body reacts to it.

“Ah, I didn’t realise you could ask me questions.” You hesitate. She was right. The rule with VIP customers, or customers in general provided they weren’t doing anything harmful, was to listen and do what the customer wants with no questions asked. 

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly. And you truly meant that. She was here for the first time in weeks and she got a barely sociable girl who won’t sleep with her. Sevika laughs. 

“I’m teasing. You need to learn to loosen up more.” You smile.

“Isn’t that what the wines for?”

“Another question.” She remarks. You move a little closer to her now. 

“Is that not allowed?” She looks away from you. 

“Answer me.” She repeats. You nod.

“My friend said you use a strap on her. She said you have…” You clear your throat in a pathetic attempt to conceal your own embarrassment. “Good rhythm. My other friend says you’re really good with your hands….even the mechanical one.”

“Especially the mechanical one.” Sevika corrects. “And I could make you feel good too you know? Pay you enough gold that people will be pouring your cups.” You would be lying if you said the idea hadn’t crossed your mind, but what good is a fucking virgin going to be with a VIP?

“I haven’t been with any women remember?” You decide to say. She laughs.

“You and your questions. Sit. On. My. Lap.” 

And just like that, you were on her, your legs on either side of her bare waist. 

“How’s that?” She asks. You smile softly at her.

“Good. I mean we haven’t done anything yet so…”

“Oh I know, and when you do you will feel that, and I’ll need to ask you again, but for the mean time answer me.”

“Yes. Yes it’s good.”

“Good. Take off your underwear.”

“Sevika….I’m not a….”

“Sex worker? Usually when someone says ‘I work in a brothel…’

“Okay fair point.” You say, letting out a half-laugh half-gasp. You remove your underwear, not really sure as to what the fuck you were doing right now. Before, you were disgusted at the thought of being in a brothel. Worried about creepy men or having to eventually fuck one. Granted though, Sevika was far from a man, and in this entire brothel she was the most desirable woman, and she wanted you, perhaps that needed no further explanation. 

“Good…now I’m just gonna move you up a little further is that alright?” She asks. You nod quickly. “Yes.” Is all you can manage to let out. She pulls you by the hips so that your cunts are practically together. Hers is already soaking, and it makes the space between your thighs follow suit. You bite your lip when your clit grazes over her. She smiles at your behaviour. 

“I’m just going to lift your leg like-“ She moves it effortlessly over her own, exposing yourself further. “this.” She adds. You let out a nervous chuckle. 

“Something funny?” She asks gently. You laugh again. 

“Yes. I said only moments ago I wasn’t going to sleep with you. It felt so definitive.”

“Yes well…I’m sure your friends would agree that I can be very…persuasive.” She starts slowly moving her hips and you let out a breathy moan. 

“This can be a little hard to do on your first time but I think you’ll be alright. Just move your hips in rhythm with mine left to right and I’m gonna buck up into you mkay?” You laugh again. 

“I don’t need to babied…” You say quietly. She grabs each side of your face, the cold metal of one of her arms bringing goosebumps to the rest of your body. Then, she kisses your deeply, tongue exploring your mouth like its the first meal she’s had in days. She lets you go and you take a deep breath to replace the one she had just knocked out of you.

“You’re gonna use that mouth for something better for that. Get on your knees.” Your eyes widen, red painting your face at her words.

“I only meant-“

“Get. On your knees.” You comply, cautiously removing yourself from her lap and kneeling in front of her on the bed. 

“Ever taste yourself, gorgeous?” She asked. You’re too focused on her body from this new angle to really process what she said. The lingering silence implies you have missed something though, and her expecting gaze affirmed it further. 

“Sorry, what?” Sevika scoffs. 

“I said, have you ever put your fingers inside yourself and fucking tasted it.” She repeats. You don’t know how to respond to it, so you just nod slowly. She smiles. “Good girl. Well it won’t be much different than that. I’m gonna pull your hair to where I need you. If you need a breath just tap my thigh twice.” You exchange a look.

“I said I don’t need to be ba-“ But before you can finish the sentence, she’s pulling you down into her cunt. You tongue between her folds eagerly, pleasantly surprised at the feeling. The taste is something else entirely, as she somehow has a taste you could only imagine belonging to her, and fuck this might be your new favourite thing ever. She tugs your hair just as she said she would, guiding you up to her puffy clit. You suck on it, moving your head around in a circular motion. In truth, you’re not sure what you’re doing, but as a woman, you can only assume the pleasure in her body is not so different from yours. This appears to me true as you reap deep groans from her mouth and satisfied sighs.

She bucks up into your mouth and it feels like you can’t breathe, but the taste of her and the noises you pull makes the air in your lungs seem a small and insignificant price to pay in exchange for her pleasure. You can tell she’s close from the way she drips into your mouth and down your chin. You moan into her pussy and it’s not long before her thighs are shaking and she’s throbbing in your mouth. She finally releases you from her strong grasp and you go back up to face her. With her metal arm, she wipes her slick off your chin with a smile. 

“Good girl. You’ll learn with me quite quickly, I should think, that only good girls get to be fucked within an inch of their fucking life. Get on my lap again, we’ll try this again.” You nod, and if you’re being honest with yourself, if that was the punishment for talking out of turn, you would gladly do it more.

“I thought you preferred using a strap…” You remarked quietly. Sevika shrugged.

“Wanna prepare you for that though. Give you some nice friction before I start fucking you with my strap.” Your mouth drops slightly. She was going to…do both? You blush.

“Oh…okay…” You reply, feeling a little pathetic. You resituate yourself on her lap, feeling the combination of your saliva and her cum as you move your leg up again. She grabs your hips, moving into you and sucking on your neck. You gasp.

“It’ll mark….” You say. She smirks that distinctive, cocky, sevika smirk again.

“It’s cute that you think I would care about that. Your neck won’t be the only part of you that will be ruined, so I recommend you get rid of the idea that I’m going to leave that gorgeous figure untouched. Take off your dress.”

You do it and she leans her head back in arousal at the site of your bare tits.

“You don’t wear a bra in a brothel?” She asks. You shrug, avoiding eye contact with a small, nervous smile. 

“Miss Selise doesn’t let us wear them.”

“Hm.” She replies. She puts her large hands on your tits, playing with your sensitive nipples and rolling them carefully between her fingertips. She pulls you by the hips even closer, putting one of your tits in her mouth. You let out a moan from how sensitive it is. She takes it out of your mouth, smiling. 

“Ah, you like that shit, gorgeous?” You look away, still intimidated by her fiery gaze.

“Yea.” You admit, simply. She puts the other one in her mouth and you have the same reaction. 

“I have something I do with some girls…” Sevika starts. “Have you ever used a nipple clamp?” Your mouth opens widely. 

“I- no.” You reply, weirdly defensive. She nods. “

“It’s not for everyone. It hurts a little but also feels really fucking good while you’re fucking. Do you want to try it with me?” She asks. You consider it for a moment.

“Look just cause you work here doesn’t mean you actually have to do everything I want. You can say no.”

“I- I do.” She tilts her head with a cunning smirk.

“You do…what?”

“I do want to try it.” You blurt out, and it is as if the words were operate from your own head. She nods. “Good,  there’s one in that pink box on the desk.” You carefully get off of her and return with the clamp, looking curiously over the metal. 

“I’m just gonna put it on carefully….” You wince slightly as she puts it on, but you agree that it feels kind of good with this attached to her, especially in front of Sevika, it makes you feel like her property and a weirdly gratifying way. 

She starts moving her hips again and it takes you a moment to keep up with her rhythm, but when you do the feeling is incredible. You let out a chorus of moans and your joint wetness adds to the feeling. 

“Gonna….mmm” You cry out.  She continues her rhythm, never straying from it once. You shut your eyes tightly when you cum, Sevikas own orgasm following swiftly. After a while, you reopen your eyes to see her watching you with a smug expression. 

“How was that?” She asks. You laugh in response, still feeling lightheaded from the fucking stars she made you see. 

“I think…the workers aren’t meant to be receiving more pleasure than the customer.” You say with a small smile. She kisses you swiftly. 

“You really think that little of yourself?” You shift a little in position, clearing your throat. 

“You mean you…felt good too?” You question softly. She laughs this time. Proper laughs. 

“Jesus, gorgeous. Men must have done a number on you.” Your facial expressions shift slightly. 

“What do you mean….?” 

“You have no idea how attractive you are. Or what you’re capable of.” You laugh sarcastically. 

“Which is sex?” 

“Yes, sex, but I’m sure you’re capable of a lot more as well, if you stop expecting yourself to immediately fail at them.” You just pause and consider her words for a moment. 

“Thank you.” You decide to say. Her eyes light up and she gives you a reassuring smile. She won’t admit it, but Sevika was growing a new personal favourite worker. 

“Here, Ill remove the clamps-“

“No.” You clear your throat. “I mean, you can leave it…you still have to use the strap don’t you?” She grins her entire face looks different. 

“I’m starting to like your questions.” She remarks. “Go get the strap then.” You nod, walking back over to the box and getting out a purple, rather large strap with some kind of liquid capsule attached. 

“This?” You question. She nods, beckoning you back over with her hand. You smile at it. 

“It’s purple.” You exclaim. She laughs, restraining the urge to say ‘no shit’

“It is.” She says instead. She moves back to the top of the bed, near the pillows.

“Get under me.” She says, and you nod, lying down and placing your head on one of the pillows. Sevika effortlessly attaches the strap to her waist. 

“This ones my absolutely favourite.” Sevika remarks. You nod, hoping she’ll elaborate further.

“It’s big….pretty, and it ejaculates too.” You stare at her, surprised.

“Really?” She nods.

“It’s just a water based lube, feels pretty good tho I’ve been told.”

“You never have it used on you?” You ask, and with this she takes her mechanical arm and wraps it around your throat. Not hard and she doesn’t squeeze either, but enough to tell you to shut the fuck up.

“I do the fucking. Always.” She says. You nod as well as you can with the hand on your neck. 

She puts her mechanical index finger at your entrance, pushing it inside carefully. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, shocked when she puts all of it inside.

“Seeing if you’re ready for me. You feel a little tight…”

“Only because your hand is almost half the size of my body Sevika…” you defend quickly. She laughs.

“So fucking eager. Here then.” She says, removing her hand and suddenly pushing half the fucking strap in. You let out a sharp gasp. She laughs.

“Hurts does it? And whose fault is that?”

“M…mine.” You whimper as she pushes more inside. She puts her mechanical hand back on your neck.

“Can I keep this here?” She asks. You nod, honestly having fantasied about this the moment you saw the hand.

“You can squeeze. If you want…” You say. Sevika raises her eyebrow.

“Ah, if I want huh?” She mocks, pushing the rest of the strap in and cautiously choking you. 

Now, she rocks in and out, squeezing with each thrust. Fuck. You could get used to this. In fact, you would pay for this if the roles were reversed. Her pace is merciless and she hits all the right places as she goes in and out of you. It’s almost no time before you’re cumming so fucking hard for her.

“Ngeuh….Sevika- ohfuckohfuck” You cry as you cum for a fourth time. She finally lets you go and you are left just sitting on her strap. She carefully picks you up off of it, removing the strap from her waist. 

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” She asks. You take a few deep breaths to compose herself. 

“Jesus…I um, I see what my friends meant.” You admit. She laughs.

“I knew you would.”

[k1ngpin42]

Obsessed much? (Ellie version)

A/N: okay so the obsession part hasn’t rlly been shown that much but this is only part 1. Sorry if it’s a little basic I find it so hard to write Ellie for some reason. (Ironic since she’s a main character in both games)

Warnings: I forget what smut there is but probably a lot of it. Minors DNI

I'll post more tmrw, I was a bit sick this weekend. Please leave requests for what to write next, I won't bite I promise.

Ellie Williams was the type of unpredictable woman that would laugh at your dumb jokes, help you with the animals, play guitar for you while you sing, show you her silly little comics and collectibles…or avoid you; not even glancing your way, not uttering a word to you, just listening while she anxiously shuffles in her place on the ground. Not only this, but she was also the type of person to obliterate her enemies, whether full fleshed, human person or infected. She’d never mention it either. Probably worried that if she talked about that certain gleam in her eye or the streak of relief she got on her face when her knife found itself in her enemies neck, you’d think of her less. That would be a ridiculous notion. 

It fucking bothered you when she’d get the way she was now.  Not the same Ellie who made irritated remarks you found so adorable. Not the same Ellie you could talk to about anything without feeling judged. She was different today, she had been recently. You’d catch her staring at you during movie nights and other events, and when you’d go to talk to her she’d fuck off some place, as if to drive you to insanity.  

The thing that made you want to scream more than anything about this whole situation though, was the fact that you had been partnered with Ellie, you had heard it confirmed multiple times, but after you were already dressed and packed, making your way to the horses, you heard Jesse tell someone he had been paired with Ellie last minute. You felt your blood boil. She couldn’t keep avoiding you forever, if you did something to upset her, she would have to say it to your face. 

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When Ellie finally got her sleepy ass to the stables, her eyes widened when she saw you patting your horse beside her own. She cleared her throat. 

“What, um…are you doing here?” She questions. You sigh.

“I’m great thank you for asking.” You respond sarcastically. Ellie brings her hand to the back of her neck nervously, clearly not going to be the one to extend the conversation any further. 

“I just thought Jesse was partnered with me today.”

“Why would you think that?” You shoot back immediately. She lets out a hesitant breath. 

“Nevermind.” Ellie decides to respond, mounting shimmer. You mount your own horse and follow her out. 

“So where are we headed?” You ask, and the question looks like it broke Ellie out of a trance.

“Oh…” She replies simply. “The houses up North have like a migrating herd…should be worth taking a look.” She explains. You nod.

“Hey Ellie…” You say, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Did…you hear about the Italian chef who died?” She slows her pace a bit so she can hear you better.

“One of our guys? I didn’t know we had anyone from Italy…”

“He pasta-way.” You say, trying to hide your laugh. 

“What?” She asks. You roll your eyes. “You know…cause pastas from Italy?”

“When was the last time you had fucking pasta?”

“It was just a joke El- never mind.” You mutter. She turns her head to look back at you and when she see’s your saddened look, she can’t help but feel guilty. 

Ellie opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, so you ride in silence until you get to the houses. You hitch the horses and get out your weapons rather quickly as this had become routine and head into the closest house. 

“Might be worth getting some supplies before we clear the rest out. There might still be something valuable.”

“No one’s lived here for years.” Ellie says bluntly. “Anything good would be pretty picked over by now.” You return your gaze to the floor.

“We could still look…” You mutter to yourself. 

You open a door an an infected jumps out. You quickly get it in the eye with your knife and it makes a loud thud in result.  Ellie runs in beside you.

“You okay??” She demands. You laugh lightly. 

“Yeah. Unfortunately for you I live to torment another day.” She doesn’t say anything, just continues looking at you with worry. 

“I’m fine El.” You reassure, and she finally eases up. You walk out of the house and keep walking down the abandoned street. You can’t help but admire the design. You would have loved to live in a nice, secluded house in an area like this. Ellie seemed less impressed.

“Ellie what’s wrong?” You finally ask her. She sighs.

“Nothing.”

“Enough with this already! You’ve been avoiding me all week and I know you tried to switch me with Jesse. If you don’t like me anymore just say that, don’t just treat me like I’m nothing and then pretend like you’re not doing that because it’s driving me crazy!” You exclaim. Ellie hesitates, fiddling with her fingertips. 

“I’m not avoiding y-“

“Oh cut the bullshit Ellie! What did I do to make you dislike me so?”

“I do like you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do…like you.” She explains, more slowly this time, finally looking into your eyes directly. Your gaze softens as you realise what she meant. 

“Oh.”

“But you had that thing with Alex and I didn’t want to fuck up the friendship but then I didn’t know how to talk to you. I don’t. Know how to talk to you I mean.” You laugh at her words, your mouth still wide with surprise.

“Wait…Alex? He’s gay.” 

“What? You don’t know that.”

“Everyone knows that…He literally told me the other day he that if Joel wasn’t ‘ancient’ he would, quote unquote, hit that.” You explain. Ellie shields her face in embarrassment. 

“Gross.”  She replies, blushing. You remain in comfortable silence for a while before she adds, “I threatened to cut his…” She groans at the memory. “I believe the words I used were ‘tiny dick’ off if he didn’t stop talking to you.” 

“Uh…” Is all you manage while laughing. 

Once your combined laughter dies down, like an uncontrollable impulse, Ellie grabs your face and pulls you into the deepest kiss of you life. You moan into it a little, and are embarrassed when you do so. You’ve wanted this for about a year now, Ellie wasn’t the only one who didn’t know how to act around the other. Ellie pulls away, smirking. Her usual confidence returning. 

“Shall we get inside.”

“Of that place?? What about the infected?” You ask. She laughs.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Okay let’s make sure it’s secure first.”  She instructs. You laugh back.

“So responsible.” You tease. 

——————————————————————

The two of you had been checking each room in anticipation. To be honest, you had expected something to happen. For an infected to jump you, for Ellie to say she was just pranking you all along, for there to be some hidden trap mine that you set off like the clumsy mother fucker you were, but there was nothing. Nothing but some couches, benches, and a bedroom.

“I’m gonna check the bedroom for supplies.”

“I said there’s not gonna-“

“Well I’m still going to check!” You reply defensively, causing you both to laugh.

When you get in there, you feel a layer of goosebumps kiss your skin when Ellie’s soft, deep voice is in your ear.

“So…did you find anything?” She questions, wrapping her hands over your lower waist. This was bold for her. Bolder than you had ever known she was capable of. It was like your reaction to her confession, the way you hadn’t shunned her or laughed or found her strange, it was as if this had awoken a new realm of confidence within her which you found most welcome. You let out a sharp breath.

“…No.” You admit. She chuckles. Fuck. And it’s the most seductive sound you’ve ever heard, more than your own fucking moans when you would touch yourself thinking about her. 

“I told you.” She teased, kissing your neck. You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to succumb to the sensation of her lips on your neck, pressing down hard enough to leave marks that would remain the next day. You let out a little whimper when her hand snakes down between your legs, but you grab her hand to stop it.

“No, want to touch you.” You exclaim, and she looks at you wide eyed, but agrees, unzipping her skinny blue jeans. 

“Get on the bed. Want to eat you out.” You say, feeling hazy with lust. She chuckles again at your enthusiasm and it makes you pool with excitement. You push her down playfully, admiring her thighs and nibbling at the inner parts of them. When she lets out a sharp exhale at the feeling, you lick and kiss over it comfortingly. 

Then you get to her grey underwear. You look up at her and she nods back comfortingly. The excitement is exhilarating as the anticipation of her taste ferments on your tongue. You’re not sure you’ve ever craved one thing so bad in your life. 

Deciding tasting her bare skin was too much too quickly, you decide to tongue her through the fabric, resulting in a chorus of strained moans and heavy breathing. You go a little faster and Ellie’s eyes roll back, but it’s not enough, you have to have more. 

Almost angrily, you tear her underwear off, licking a long trail across her glistening pussy. She lets out a harsh gasp and you smile into her cunt, flicking your tongue over where she was most sensitive this time. The taste of her is so phenomenal that you can’t help moan into her, moving your head around in the same rhythm as your tongue, causing Ellie to see fucking stars in a result. 

“Fuck babe, I like that…” She says, taking a handful of your hair and pushing your head down lightly into her cunt. The nickname surprises you, throwing you off slightly before you return to your constant and eager pace. 

Ellie had lost count of the amount of times she had fantasised about this. About even just kissing your soft, pretty lips or dragging her fingers between your cunt. Every time she had a thought like this though, she would feel so guilty she would avoid you for sometimes as long as multiple days. Now Ellie had proof that it wasn’t just her. That she wasn’t fucking crazy. The feeling of you tonguing her clit and moaning in between her fucking folds told her that she had a chance, a real chance to please you and to have you in all the ways she imagined. 

She was getting close now. You could tell by the way her moaning was becoming more high pitched, more desperate. Despite her clamped around your ears and almost screaming out for you, you take all the restraint with you to remove your mouth from her delicious pussy which was so eagerly throbbing for you. She stares at you blankly. 

“W…why, why?” She questions, clearing her throat and trying to collect her composure. You smile up at her, chin glistening. 

“You ignored me for weeks for such a stupid fucking reason when we could have been doing this the whole time. Apologise.”

“Look…I already explained it was-“ You tease her by dragging your index finger through her cunt. 

“Apologise.” You repeat. She shuts her eyes tight at the feeling. 

“S’sorry.” Ellie says, slurring her words. That would have to do, you decided, putting your mouth to her clit again. It’s only moments before her thighs are shaking and she’s tightening around your mouth, cumming harder than either of your had really anticipated. You come back up and she’s blushing at the sight of your dripping chin and mouth. 

Ellie pins you down on the bed, kissing you deeply and savouring the taste of herself between your kisses. She puts a hand on your neck, not squeezing for fear of hurting you, and looking at you pleadingly. You’re surprised and can tell Ellie has a series of things she wants to try with you. 

“Got a choking kink Ellie?” You question. She flushes red. 

“No…I just….I wanted-“ 

“I’m joking.” You reassure, kissing her again. “You can choke me harder.” She looks at you stunned, clearly trying to determine if you were messing with her or not. You laugh again.

“Ellie…harder…” You say, and this finally convinces her it’s okay, gripping your throat like you belong to her which you already know you do. 

She puts her free hand in your pants, allowing her fingers to move fluently against your underwear as if familiar with your body already. You gasp when she puts her hand in, with two of her long fucking fingers circling your clit in painfully slow circles. 

When you moan it’s like music to her ears. She’s so in her head. Scared she’ll make one wrong move and lose you. But as she moves her fingers just right she knowsupsetting you would be difficult, if not impossible you were so in heaven right now. Ellie smiles slightly in adoration. She removes her fingers with an arrogant look on her face when she sees your dissatisfaction with the loss of contacts. You don’t question her actions, just look at her unimpressed until she explains.

“Don’t worry babe…just gonna put you-“ She picks you up by the waist, positioning you on her bare thigh. “Up like this.” You flush, feeling the way your soaked cunt paints her thigh. She smiles at your expression, feeling mildly embarrassed herself.

“I’ve been dreaming about…well...” She realises her error and the way she has just confessed to, quite literally, dreaming about this. “About you getting yourself. On…me.” Ellie adds quickly. You nod, starting to rock your hips up and down the base of her thigh, sliding so fucking easily with how coated her thigh was in your slick.

“What else have you been dreaming about?” She uses her hands to guide your hips, helping you get off. 

“Tying you up…” Your eyes widen at her new found confidence. You’re excited to see how she acts when she’s not holding back like she so loved to do. 

“Getting you overstimulated moaning my name knowing there’s nothing you can do about it.” You moan loudly, eyes shutting tight. 

“Mmm…toy…or strap? Maybe your…oh fuck….your mouth?” You question. And fuck, you’re close.

“Toy. Want to watch you cum without me even needing to touch you so that when I do you’re so fucking cockdrunk and I’ve only just begun.”

“Nghh….Ellie~” 

“Shhh…shh cum for me, cum….”

“G…gonna..”

“I know.” And just like that, your thighs are shaking, your eyes rolling into your head. You stop your rocking and she just holds you in place. 

You ease off her thigh and sit in her lap. She kisses your neck and you laugh simply at the unexpectedness of everything. 

“Something funny?” Ellie prys with a smile. 

“We’re supposed to be patrolling.” You remind her. She shrugs. 

“This is way more fun. Got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” 

“Ellie….you never even talk to me.” Ellie sighs, shuffling the two of you in position. 

“Couldn’t. Not when…”

“You’ve been thinking about me all the time? Obsessed much?” She hits you playfully.

“Shut u-“

“Make me.” You interrupt. And needless to say she was going to do just that. 

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𝙀𝙭𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙨𝙨𝙨

MORE CONTENT THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!

I have an Ellie two parter where you find out Ellie's rlly obsessed w u

I'll prob write another Abby one too but idek what else there is to write since most of my content is just her haha 😭

Requests open- any fandom is fine I'm tryna broaden my horizons anyways. Perhaps some sort of house of the dragon thing in honour of the new season or like arcane or smth....u tell me

Love ya'll sm <3

(Dare I mention...COD smut 👀)

[k1ngpin42]

“Dominant Abby’ “Needy Abby” How about Dom Abby who goes fucking insane for you? An Abby who needs to Dom you so bad that you have her whimpering on her knees below you.  

A/N: First fic where I don’t yap on with plot for 10 minutes first. Eat well my friends.

Warnings: Fingering (receiving) Oral, (receiving) (strap on) rough Abby, needy Abby, rough sex, brief mention of pain + breeding kinks, Minors DNI

Your eyes flicker from the page you were reading to the doorframe at the entrance of the room. You see Abby and smile brightly, feeling more comforted already by her presence. 

“Hiya.” You say, putting the page down and returning to the ground from the bench you had been sitting on. Abby’s eyes darken, her eyes moving down your body real slow and not returning to meet your eyes. She doesn’t say anything and the silence is filled only by the click of the lock at the door.

“What are-“ You’re interrupted by Abby stalking up to you and kissing you deeply, moaning into it.  You pull away, shocked. 

“Need you baby…” The words come out muffled as she practically speaks into your neck, sucking it and making you let out an unexpected gasp. 

“Didn’t you tell Manny you’d meet him in- mmm” You moan into yet another, breath stealing kiss. Wide eyed, you watch as she gets on her knees in front of you.

“Need to eat you out….need to make you feel good please.” Face flushed, you nervously spread your legs and she smiles brightly. 

“Can I?” Abby questions. You nod. “Yes.” There was no other way to describe Abby’s actions other than her diving head first into your cunt, tongue going 100 kms an hour over your clit. You gasp, gripping her hair and instinctively bucking your hips into her mouth.

She tastes you so eagerly, holding your thighs and digging her nails in a little. It was both pleasant and a little amusing when she got like this. At first Abby was highly against being rough in any way. “Your skins so soft…you’re so much smaller than me I-“ she used to babble, but now that she’s learnt how an eager grab or a few too many merciless thrusts turned you on more than anything, she doesn’t hold back hardly as much as she used to.

“Cl-close Abby.” You moan out, still a little confused at how fast this situation came about. She moans into you, as if urging you to finish all over her. Your body didn’t need much convincing though, as you could feel your stomach tighten in knots, your legs clamping around her and thighs shaking as you cum hard. She eases up her licking but doesn’t move, allowing you to ride out your high (and her face) as much as you needed.

She eases away from you, putting you in a comfortable position on the bench. 

“That was…unexpected.” You say, still noticeably lightheaded. She tilts her head, eyes lingering across various parts of your body hungrily. 

“Take the rest off.” She commands, her voice low. You comply, beginning to remove your top. Abby shakes her head.

“Not like that. Slow.” She says, walking over to where she had carelessly chucked her bag and pulling out a familiar…accessory. You had wondered where she even had the time to get that, or whether she had brought the strap with her all the way to and from patrol just to save her the walk to her dorm and back. You didn’t want to ask her about it though. She wasn’t in a talking mood, if the simple worded sentences were any indication. 

You take off your bra and Abby tilts her head back, eyes shut tight as she tries to contain her excitement and arousal. 

“Fuck.” Is all Abby manages once she finally opens her eyes again. “Gorgeous.” 

You step towards her and her large hands are immediately all over you as she leverages your body effortlessly, holding you up against the wall by your thighs. You laugh at the action.

“Good thing you never skip arm day, huh Abigail?” You tease. She can’t help but smile back this time. 

“‘Arm day’ huh?” She mocks. You shrug. 

“I don’t know what it’s called…” You try to defend, but at this point she isn’t really listening as her fingers are moving through your folds.

“Mmm…y’feel wet enough to me my love…can I fuck you or y’need something else first?” She asks. You shake your head. 

“Just put it in me…please…” You sigh out, and the relief on her face is precious. You can tell…or more…feel how bad Abby wanted this. And so, in the gentlest way known to man, Abby softly guides the strap into you, shoving more and more when she sees how good you take it.

“M’ not gonna move yet…I’ll let you adjust to the feeling of my cock inside you before I….” She hesitates, knowing the rest of the sentence should be ‘fuck you till your screaming.’ “You know.” She decides to say instead. You nod, moving your hips around it slightly for comfort. You nod again, allowing her to continue. 

“Alright, you remember the safe word?”  You laugh at the question, but her face remains quite serious. 

“Yes Abby, I remember the safe word from the past 100 times we’ve had sex this week-“

“I’m being serious.”

“As am I.” You say, and she just sighs. “I’m gonna be rough.” She explains. You smile reassuringly at her. 

“Good.”

And with that, she starts slamming up into you, enjoying watching your body get pushed up the wall with each thrust. Still holding you quite well with one hand, Abby pins the other above your head, gripping it tightly. 

“Mine.” She says, and you almost don’t hear it. 

“Wh…at?” You question, your voice straining with all the movement. She sighs, embarrassed. 

“Abb…mmpph…” 

“Some. guy.” Abby starts to explain, still fucking you so perfectly.  “Talked about you in a way I won’t dignify with words. Wanted to fuck…mmph..” Abby’s still holding you tight. You smile at her. “M’ yours Abs…I’m all….fucking yours….ohfuck….”

Abby’s moving so hard and fast, pushing up into you in all the right fucking ways.

“You’re my fucking plaything. Can do anything I want to this pretty pussy whenever I want right?”

“Yes Abby.” You tell her, and she digs her nails into your thighs harder, making you moan. 

“I fucking love you. Love fucking you too.” Abby continues to say. The sounds of your bodies connecting is so loud, you’re worried other people nearby can hear, but Abby hasn’t cared before and certainly won’t begin to care now. 

“Gonna give you my kid…make sure you’re nice and fucking bred by the time I’m done with you.”And there it was. The breeding thing Abby liked to never fucking talk about. Always in denial she was into this kind of thing until she had you like this. Quite literally in a position where you were unable to ask questions. 

“Take it…fucking take- mmm…” Abby moans, her voice sounding more high pitched and desperate as she got closer. You weren’t far off either, a few more praises or degradations would have sent you off the edge, you were certain of that.

“Such a good. fucking. girl.” And with that, your eyes shut tightly as you claw into the skin of Abby’s back under her shirt. She leans down to kiss you and you’re moaning into each other for what feels like eons.

She finally lets you down, removing the soaked strap. 

“We’re um…probably gonna have to clean that.” Abby remarks, causing you both to laugh. 

“You don’t think anyone heard us do you?” You ask her, and she puts her large palms on either side of your face.

“My pretty girl….probably.” She confesses, and you hit her playfully. 

“You suck at comforting people you know that?”  She tilts her head, leaning into your ear.

“Oh you don’t really believe that, do you?”

[k1ngpin42]

The Hat stays on ;)

Warnings: MINORS DNI, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (giving and receiving) probably more stuff ;) 

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤 𝑜𝒻 𝒢𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒

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You lead the ghoul across the the endless expanse of barren earth and crumbling ruins toward the small bar you had met Mr Flint at earlier. The sound of his stupid name in your head sounded like food poisoning as you remembered quite how effortlessly his existence had been cut short by your own hand.  Indirectly perhaps, but you had killed a person to save a ghoul, and that was the reality of the situation. 

The ghoul was cold and expressionless. More than usual anyway, with silence broken only by the crunch of his boots on the parched ground. He looks at the bar warily, and you take the first step by sitting down before him, eying the rather annoying and familiar robot in front of you. 

It tilts its head, watching the ghoul with its soulless eyes.

“Vodka again, please.” You tell it. This time, you put a bag containing what must have been hundreds of caps into the robots hand.

“I want the bottle this time.” You say, and the ghoul finally takes a seat. 

“Talk.” He says, grabbing the bottle off of you and pouring some down his throat. Despite how tense the situation is, or perhaps that was part of the thrill, you pressed your thighs together at the image of the liquid flowing into his mouth and a little down his chin. The look on his face as he tastes it, almost as if he has experienced ecstasy or perhaps an orgasm. You clear your throat. 

“My sister isn’t in danger.” You murmur. The ghoul wipes his mouth.

“No shit.” He replies, looking directly at you this time and making your cheeks flush. As you explain the situation to him further, the truth about how Flint had recognised your skill and asked you to take down the very ghoul you were talking to now, the ghoul stared at you hungrily. 

“I agreed to build the explosives and lure you up there- I mean it was 1000 caps! But then….” Cooper nods in a way that implies he knows you better than you do yourself, and that would probably be true. 

“But then.” He agrees. You take a deep breath.

“I didn’t want to hurt you…or kill you or whatever. I tried to tell Flint but-“

“His name was flint?” You roll your eyes.

“Yep, a stupid name, that has been established. I told Flint I wouldn’t do it but he wouldn’t leave it alone so I lured him to the rigged location instead.” Something unrecognisable flashes across the ghouls face. 

“You killed an innocent man…for me?“ His voice sounds lighter now, more human. The very essence of the sound tugs away at your heart. 

“I didn’t want to be responsible for your death.” You add. “Why? Seem’s like the world would be better off-“

“That’s not true!” You blurt out, and the ghoul is just as surprised as you are at the words. You decide to continue. “You helped me.” He doesn’t respond, as if teasing you with the effect the silence had on you, as you always filled it with awkward words that rushed out of your mouth before your brain could stop it. 

“I didn’t want you to die. No one’s looked out for me like that, even if I was lying - which I feel bad about now…you’re….nice-ish, and just trying to get by… I wasn’t going to end your life without even getting to know you.” He scoffs.

“Oh so you want to get to know me, huh?” The ghoul questions, sarcastically. You sigh. 

“I was fascinated by you, I guess. Always have been by ghouls. Are you going to kill me?” You question. He shakes his head.

“Convince me not to, and you can go.” You say nothing for a while. What could you even say? ‘Please don’t kill me, I have so much more insignificant shit to do with my life?’ He laughs at the silence.

“Well now you’re just begging me to kill you-“

“Wait-“ You blurt out. And his face becomes more serious as he waits for your plea.

“I don’t want to die without…knowing you.” You suggest. He smiles.

“Well played, little killer. What do you want to know?” He asks, and the question comes as a surprise to you. 

“Your name?” You ask. He nods.

“What makes you assume I have one?” “Everyone has a name. Even out here.” 

“It’s Cooper. Howard.” Cooper confesses.

“Y’ Ready to die yet?”

“What um….is with the hat?” You stumble over your words. He smiles.

“You’re stalling sweetheart.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to get shot right away. The hat.” You protest, and the ghoul is certainly less than subtle over the way you standing up for yourself impresses him. You hate the way he’s toying with you. If he wanted you dead you’d be dead, wouldn’t you? But he sounded so soft when you told him you actually wanted to save him.

“That’s my business.” He answers. You nod.

“The accent…where are you from?” That question was just desperate, and you could tell he didn’t take it seriously either. 

“You like my accent sweetheart?” He asks. You freeze. “I’ve seen you get all wide eyed when I talk. Maybe this is why you didn’t want me to die hm? You hoping I’d talk to you like this?” 

“Maybe my reaction is because you make me nervous…you could have killed me. Still can.” He sighs. 

“Or maybe some fucked up part of you finds me desirable instead. I’d bet anything that that is what makes you nervous. Not my guns…not my…rough skin.” You shake your head.

“Don’t know what you me-“ He shuts you up by leaving an aggressive, hungry kiss in your mouth, tongue lapping up your saliva like he needed it to live. You let out a shaky, shocked breath.

“What was that for…” You ask. He shrugs.

“You run your mouth a lot, thought I’d better get to the source.” You’re still too entranced by the situation, by his entire existence, to register any attempts of comedy right now. “Is this what you killed a man for? You were hopin’ with my sweet accent and my hat that I’d find out about your little scheme and punish you good for it? Although I suppose it ain’t much of a punishment if you want it…”

“What are you talking about…?”

“I’m talkin about sex darlin. Or have you never met a ghoul capable of that either?” The robot made a strange sound that causes you to jump. “Didn’t know that thing knew English…” The ghoul murmured to himself. He turns over to you and just laughs at your reaction.

“Something got you worked up?” He questions, standing up and grabbing you by the arm.

“I’m gonna make you regret not killing me.” He says, pulling you away and not letting you go. Even as you get into an abandoned building, he’s clinging onto you. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to indicate you wouldn’t want to find out what would happen if you tried to free yourself from his grasp. He pushes you gently onto the ground, making you lie with your back flat against it.

“I told you I may still eat you.” He hums, only some essence of humour remaining to his words. “May I?” He asks. You understand what he meant about the wide eyed look you got, because in this current moment, you looked not unlike a cartoon lamb and felt equally as stuck in headlights. 

“As in…eat me…out?” You ask. Cooper just laughs.

“Don’t tell me no man’s ever eaten that pretty, smooth pussy before darlin.”

“It’s a lonely wasteland!” You try to defend, laughing yourself now too. 

“So…can I-“

“You can do anything you want to me.” You say, not expecting those words to come out quite as fast as they did. The ghoul grins. 

“Lonely indeed.” He falls onto his knees, spreading your legs apart and pulling your pants down to your ankles quite effortlessly. 

With equal parts tongue and teeth, he plants kisses up your thighs and in between them, leaving pretty red marks that would remember his affection even days later. He traces the outside of your panties with his long fingers, making you gasp out in pleasure. Smiling in approval at your noise, he drags his two middle fingers along your clothed pussy and watced as the fabric become stained with your slick.

“Please…” You moan, and it made Cooper fucking feral. 

“Words, what do you want?”

“Mmph…” You hum, trying to decide between his fingers, mouth, and what you really wanted. That was another thing you were curious about. I mean, do ghouls even have functioning dicks…? You wanted to laugh at the thought of his cum having radiation or something, or being made of just ash. 

Your thoughts were silenced when the ghoul decided for you, having found your clit and starting to increase the pace through the fabric. It hurt so good, the friction, but you wanted to feel him directly. 

“Take it off…please.” You beg, and Cooper kisses your clothed cunt approvingly. He grabs the line of your panties and tears it to one side, licking eagerly all over. 

“H…holy…oh fuck….” He laps up even more of you, finding your clit and moving his head around in circles. You thought it’d feel different or unpleasant without his nose, but the rough skin made you feel even better, like you could cum already and he had only just begun. 

“Slow d…fuck…please Cooper I’ll cum-“  He laughs into your cunt, continuing at the same pace.

“God d- fuck yo- mhnng….” You say, eyes shutting and stomach swirling as you come undone hard on his face. He doesn’t let up for a while, allowing you to squirm and revel in the pleasure. When he comes back up to face you, he is looking at you with smug arrogance.

“You see sweetheart, you can beg for your god to save you as much as you want, but I gave you your chance. If you want me to stop all you have to do is ask, but you’re not gonna ask, are you?” Your blushing ferociously and still feeling high from your orgasm. Too much so to think about responding, but that simply won’t do for the ghoul.

“Answer me.”

“No. No don’t stop…please” You whimper, pathetically. He smiles widely. 

“Don’t worry I won’t.” He says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and putting them inside your eagerly awaiting hole. You were embarrassed at how easily they slid in, and even more embarrassed at the high pitched moan you released. He pumps them painfully slow in and out, watching your reaction with each thrust, listening to your loud, slow breaths.

“So good…” You sigh, and he starts going faster, and faster, and then so fast that you’re on the fucking edge again like it’s nothing. It made you question just how many people he had been with in this wasteland to know how to make a girl cum this hard, or maybe he was always just gifted.

“Howard…gonna cum…” You cry, and he kisses you while you ride his fingers. 

“Good girl, cum for me….” Fuck, if you weren’t already embarrassingly wet before, you were certainly soaking now. Your thighs shake as you tighten around his fingers and the same, proud look touches his face.

“So pretty.” He praises, gently.  He looks at your glassy eyes and dishevelled, pretty lips. “Ready for more?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, but Cooper Howard is a gentleman, at least in this regard, he wasn’t going to rush such a perfect moment. It was the most excitement he had had in years, and you were so fucking gorgeous. There were pretty people in the wasteland he was sure, but to find someone free of radiation damage, blemishes and other damage who actually wanted to interact with him in any way shape or form was a rarity he was truly grateful for. 

Instead of doing anything else just yet, he put his hand around your neck. He didn’t grab it, he just rested it there and slowly pulled you in with it. He sucked hard on your neck and you let out a moan as he does so. He’s genuinely surprised at the sound. He doesn’t remember the last time his own body felt sensitive, so he hadn’t really accounted for the way just his warm mouth working away at the soft skin of your neck would make you squirm and moan like this. It was arousing, and made him feel powerful. He was a little worried he would hurt you, but the way you begged him for more indicated that wouldn’t really be an issue. 

“I want to make you feel good.” You say, and he’s sucking at your collarbone. He just shakes his head.

“Mm- that’s okay.” He says, moving to your ear on the left side. Your smile fades a little.

“Well…does…it not feel good anymore? As a ghoul I mean….”  He gives you a warning look and at first you’re worried he’ll lash out or even worse, stop. But he doesn’t do either, instead his face softens a little.

“It does feel good for me but I don’t know how it will feel for you. It won’t be what you’re used to. Not….the same….” He admits. You smile comfortingly at him. 

“Can I touch you? Just touch…I won’t….I won’t do anything, won’t even move my hand I just want to feel.” You say, and he sighs, unbuckling his pants.

He picks up your right hand and puts it inside them. When you put your hand on the cold, slightly toughened skin you immediately want to feel more, to palm it, feel the head, perhaps, but you told him you wouldn’t, so instead you just softly felt what he let you. 

“Pretty freaky, huh?” He asks. You’re still smiling and you shake your head reassuringly. 

“Can you feel it when I move my hand up and down it?” You question, softly. He closes his eyes, embarrassed. 

“You felt it, that’s enough….” He says. You remove your hand and gaze into his eyes pleadingly. 

“If it sucks, I can stop.” You say. He lets out an embarrassed groan. 

“You can move it one time. But if I say stop you damn well better listen-“

“Yeah that’s like a pretty well known rule for anyone who isn’t a raper, Cooper…” 

“Jesus that wasn’t what I- just have at it already.” He says, and you laugh, returning your hand. You move your hand further down and fuck, he’s bigger than the pants had lead on. You grasp it a little harder, moving your hand up and down. You explore his balls too, and somehow his body felt exactly as you thought it would. You run your thumb over the head and he lets out the cutest sound you could have imagined. You smile up at him.

“Well that was a sound.” You tease, and he rolls his eyes, smiling back. You start palming him faster and he lets out a quiet and heavy breath. 

“Can I take them off Cooper?” You ask, and he knows he’s already given this much of himself to you, there really wasn’t that much more to lose.

“What do you say?” He asks, wanting to maintain any sort of power he once had over you. You nod, accepting his tactics. 

“Please?” He agrees and you push his pants down. He steps over them and you toss them to the other wall of the building. You’re moving at a fast pace now. He’s moaning and gasping, putting his hand on your cheek approvingly. Then, a familiar warm liquid paints the tip of him and you want so desperately to try it for yourself. 

“Want….want to taste you, please.”

“No way…we don’t know what that could do-“ You laugh.

“Worried I’m gonna become Spiderman or something?” He looks at you confused. 

“What the fuck is a ‘spiderman?’ 

“You know the protagonist from giant insects invade?  The magazine?”

“No…” He dismisses quickly, and you can’t help but smile at that reaction. 

“Well, for your info, spiderman had some amazing tips about resisting radiation, in fact I’d say I’m like…5 percent more resistant since reading it”

“You do realise 5 is not a high number…”

“We gotta start somewhere.” 

“Look just…use your hand for now okay?” You groan. 

“I’m not scared of a few rads, we don’t even know it’ll spread that way.” He laughs.

“You really want this, huh?” He asks, and you know he’s mocking you, but fuck do you want it.

“Yes.” You admit, and to your surprise, he points down at the ground and you smile, going down to your knees and straddling his hips. You put your mouth on the tip slowly, sucking deeply. He puts a hand on your hair and it makes you even more into it, allowing you the confidence to put more of him in your mouth. The texture is intriguing on your tongue, and the more you lick the more he whines. 

“Fuck…you’re uh, not too bad at that.” Cooper says, and you bring him out of your mouth for a quick breath. 

“That was almost a compliment.” You say, putting your mouth back down onto him even further, sucking and gagging deliciously at his cock.

“Mmm…that’s my girl.” He says, putting his hand on your head.

“Is it okay if I p…” He let’s out a moan he had been trying to fight before continuing. “Push your head down lightly?” You hum in agreement.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He questions, pushing you down and pulling you back up.

“Fuck….fuck mmm….good girl….good….” He babbles as you taste away at where he’s the most sensitive. 

“You might want to go up soon sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.” He says, and you feel attachment issues to the taste and feel of his sensitive cock when you remove your mouth, replacing the pleasure with your hand. It only takes a few more seconds until his eyes roll back and he’s spilling all over your hand.

“Mmmnggh….” He sighs…leaning his head back against the wall. You stand back up a little shakily and he kisses you deeply. 

“How do you feel…?” He asks. You sigh.

“I haven’t turned into a giant insect yet.” You say, pretending to be disappointed. He just laughs. 

“I’ve never read those awesome tales, too nerdy.” He teases. You hit him playfully.

“Shots fired.” You laugh back. He cups your head in his hands and you can tell he’s thinking about something.

“What is it?” You question. He looks at you endearingly, questioning whether or not to respond.

“What do you think would happen if…I went inside…” He asks, lowering his voice to an embarrassed whisper. You gleam back at him, not realising this was something you could have even considered.

“We should find out.” You suggest, eagerly. He laughs at your enthusiasm. 

“You are really something else, sweetheart. Shit’s been tough out here for you I take it?” He asks, pulling your shirt off over your head. 

He practically gapes over your unmarked figure and the pretty bra you have on. Not to mention what’s in them.

“Well, it would be refreshing to meet someone who isn’t a cockhead.” You reply, and he’s still too focused to really take in your answer.

“Like what you see, Cooper?” You ask gently, and he still doesn’t avert his gaze. 

“Can I kiss them?” He asks. You laugh encouragingly. 

“You don’t need to ask me for that.” You say, unclipping your bra. As soon as his eyes made contact with your sensitive nipples which hardened in the new environment and at the site of the ghoul this obsessed over anyone, he latched his mouth to them, fiddling with the pretty, pink skin and sucking rather than the kissing he had talked about. You smile at the site of it, he looked so fucking adorable like this. 

“Got mummy issues or something Coop? Sucking away at me like this.” You tease. He goes up and kisses your mouth again. 

“You really do have a tongue on you.” He says, leaning over you, putting his elevated arms on either side of your head. 

“Gonna put you in your place…” He coos, still enjoying the site of your naked figure. He removes any of his remaining clothes very quickly and tosses them with the rest. You put a hand to his bare skin. 

“Wait…can you bring the hat back?” You ask. Visible confusion reaches the ghouls face.

“The hat….why?” You flush.

“Nevermi-“

“Does my hat make you horny?” He asks, genuinely surprised. You nod.

“Kinda.” You admit, and he doesn’t need a further explanation than that, grabbing his hat and placing it firmly on his head.

“mmm.” You say, admiring the view. 

He puts his hands on your hips, holding them firmly.

“You ready?” You could laugh at his words. The fact he thought he would even need to ask is beyond you. This is the most relaxed you have felt in years and the fact that this comfort was something you could only find while having sex with a 200 year old, mutated, violent human is a reality that is questionable at best. 

“Yes…please fuck me….” You breathe out, and he lines himself up with your glistening hole. 

“Oh I will sweetheart. I will…” He reassures, but not without sliding himself in between your folds first. You shut your eyes tightly. 

“Fuck…” You sigh, and he just laughs. 

“What? My little slut can’t wait hm? Want me inside that bad?” You would hit him for the teasing, but you had no idea what kind of repercussion that would have, so you just nod dumbly. 

“Well alright then.” He says, finally pushing the majority of himself inside you. It burns so fucking good. Your eyes roll back, you bite your bottom lip, fuck he’s impressive.

“Shh, shh, shh…” He reassures as he thrusts out of you and slowly edges back in. “You can take it.” At first, the slow pace was unbearable as his tough skin explored your warm walls, but then, he starts increasing the pace, still making sure he goes hard enough like you deserved for lying to him. He puts a hand on your neck, still fucking you deeply. 

“Mmm, wanted this so-“ He thrusts harder. “Bad. I coulda killed you for this.” He says. You nod.

“Why didn’t y- fuck….” You moan. He tuts at you mockingly. 

“You don’t ask the questions anymore.” He says, and you’re whimpering and clawing onto his textured skin within an inch of your life.

“Close…” Is the only pathetic word you manage to let out. He kisses you for so long that you let out a desperate gasp for air when he lets go. This only turns him on more of course. 

“Don’t tell me, show me, cum on my fucking cock.” You let out pornographic moan, clawing into his skin as you feel his warmth spill into you. He lets out a hot, low moan that sends your thoughts fucking spiralling. 

Still riding your high, he kisses all over you, sucking on your neck and other parts of your body again. When you’re finally finished cumming, he eases you off of his lap and you put your panties back on. He watches you fondly. 

“Did…I convince you to let me live then?” You ask, putting the remainder of your clothes back on. He smiles.

“Oh yes.” He replies mischievously. “you were very persuasive.”