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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.”

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.”

I haven't had much motivation to write recently so does anyone have any requests?

A lot of you requested Sub/Needy Abby so I wrote some of that but it only got like 20 likes or something lol- do you guys still want this? Or something else?

Also I can write any fandom. Please DM me or reply to this.

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐸𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒.

No outbreak

(Mini fic- a lot shorter than my usuals, longer one coming next, see announcement for more info)

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It had been a long day for Ellie at work. She worked in administration in a hospital who made her do just about everything for just about nothing. This is what she got for trying to make a difference she guessed. One file at a time. Ellie wasn’t the kind to be silent about it either. “How was work?” “fine.” No. If it sucked, you’d hear about it.

The key clicked and the front door opened. It was around 10pm. You had just been chilling on the couch, watching one of those shows with way too many episodes to be healthy and letting time tick by. A chorus of irritated huffs and sighs escaped your girlfriends lips before you could even greet her.

“Ellie! You’re home, hey baby.” You say excitedly. She sighs.

“Hey babe.” She groans, giving you a quick and resilient hug. You let out a sigh. You were craving her. Bad. But when she was in one of these moods the last thing she wanted to do was use any more energy on talking or…well especially what you had been thinking about all these hours that you were alone here. 

“I can heat you up some leftovers if you’re hungry?”

“No. Thanks though, I’m just gonna take a shower and then play some games before bed.”

“Okay. Oh um, want…me to join you?” You question, and she laughs lightly, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“I won’t be long.” 

It was easier to pretend you had been joking, which Ellie at least thought you were, even if every part of you ached to have your body soften under the heat of the shower while she eats you out and the condensation makes you feel faint and- whatever. It was a joke, you repeated to yourself. 

You scooped yourself a small bowl of ice cream and had been picking at it with a teaspoon for a while, starring back at the screen. After around 15 minutes, Ellie headed up to your bedroom.

“I’ll wear headphones so the game won’t disturb you.” Ellie announces. You nod.

“Oh- how…was your day?” Ellie asked, feeling a little bad when she realised she had barely spoken to you. You gave her a comfortingly smile.

“It was fine. Go, play your game.”

“Okay baby, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

But the more time passed the more frustrated you felt that you couldn’t get off. Before she got there you had tried touching yourself, even using a toy, but each time you got close the sensation fucked off again and you were left feeling how you felt now. Annoyed and lonely.

So you decided to go up there to your room. You always left Ellie by herself when she gamed, it was like an unspoken rule, you had your movies and she had her games and afterwards you’d cuddle and all would be right in the world. You weren’t even sure how she’d react to you trying to distract her, but any attention was better than nothing.

You knocked on the door.

“UGH FUCK. Died again.” You heard Ellie groan through the door. You can’t help but laugh at this, and you open the door, laying back on your bed.

For a while you just watch her. Watch her get more and more frustrated. You walk over, kneeling in front of her and putting a hand on her thigh. She sighs.

“-ugh I-  I need to win just, I’ll just be a second.” You shrug, walking back to your bed with a teasing smile as you remove your pyjama pants, putting your hand in your already drenched panties.

“You look so good over there.” You say, and Ellie still has her headphones in, not really hearing you. That is until you start circling your clit faster, letting out an almost pornographic moan, your eyes rolling back where they were previously on your otherwise engaged girlfriend.

Ellie’s eyes widen and you hear a loud thud from her headphones being dropped.

“Jesus…look at you making up a fuckin mess for me playing video games. Did I not give my girl enough attention?” She coo’d. You don’t say anything, still wanting to keep what little power you had over her. You keep going, a little slower now that her gaze was right on you.

“Couldn’t fucking wait 20 minutes could you, pretty girl? You just had to fucking touch yourself.” You let out a gasp of pleasure. 

“You’re not cumming until I finish my game. Come here.” She orders, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to her gaming chair. 

“Kneel.” You do as she says, your cheeks heating up at her words. 

“Fucking suck on it.” She commands in a way she knows you love. It had taken Ellie a long time to become comfortable with talking to you like this. It took about a hundred “are you sure’s?” And “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that’s” in the past to get where you two were now, but now she’s fucking obsessed with the way she can treat you like nothing when you know you’re everything to her. The way she can call you her ‘fucking slut’ and then call you “babe” and the “love of her life” after.

You obeyed her without protest, unzipping her jeans and pulling them down to her waist. Then, you start sucking on her clit, moving your tongue in circular motions as well. She lets our a few deep breaths and short sighs at this as she powers her game back up.

“I come home from work and my girls all worked up? Wet for me and fingering herself in our fucking bed? You’re such a good fucking slut for- fuck….me.” She added. You hum into her clit, feeling, hearing and tasting her get increasingly more wet at your actions. 

“YES! I almost got I-it…” Ellie moaned as she achieved something in her game. You go faster, adding fingers through her folds as your tongue works at her clit.

“Ah…f- not so fast baby…oh fuck.” You don’t listen, though. Perhaps your first mistake of the night. Then Ellie reaches her arms up in celebration.

“Fuck, finally.” She says, but her victory is soon forgotten when your orgasm swirls through her.

“F…fuck, fuck…” Ellie practically whimpered, putting her remote down and picking you up, putting you’re harshly on the bed. 

“You did good babe. Now stay fucking still, I wanna see what my absence did to you.” She exclaims, putting her fingers into you.

“Fuck, they’re practically drowning in this pussy. You ovulating or something?” You gasp out at the feeling of her long, skinny, perfect fucking fingers.

“I don’t know.” You admit. She nods.

“Course you don’t. You get this horny for me no matter what, don’t you?”

“Mhm.” You say as her two middle fingers make their way up to your clit. The pressure is so fucking perfect that you’re close already. God damn those fucking lesbian hands. Your favourite god damn necklace too.

She increases her pace and your eyes roll back. She smirks cockily. 

“Close already? I just started.” You sigh, not having the words to retaliate. She keeps going and a chorus of whimpers and whines escape your lips. You grab onto her arm, sinking your nails into the tattood skin as you cum hard on her fingers. She kisses your neck lightly. 

“So beautiful.” She says in your ear. 

Sub!abby? maybe something like making her squirt?🫢

As requested 🤭 Sub Abby (Making her squirt)

Abby’s breath hitches as her eyes lock onto her girlfriend across the room. The noise around her fades into a dull hum. Every movement her girlfriend makes pulls Abby in—soft, fluid, effortless. Her lips curve into a smile, and it’s all Abby can do not to groan aloud. 

“God, I want to taste that smile. I want to feel her lips under mine.” Abby pleas in her head.

The tension in her body coils tighter with every second. The soldier in her is still—trained to wait, to assess, to hold back. But all she can do now is stand there, barely able to contain herself. Her fingers, restless and twitching at her sides, ache to reach out, to touch her, to pull her close and make this maddening yearning stop. Just one step. Just one movement toward her...

But Abby’s mind doesn’t want to listen. They couldn’t do this here, all their friends were around and if she only knew how fucking desperate Abby was- No. She decided again. Not here. Not now. 

She watches the way her girlfriend shifts, the subtle way her body moves with the grace of someone who doesn’t even know how badly she’s driving Abby wild. The way her hips sway when she talks to someone else. The way her throat moves when she laughs. Abby’s pulse quickens, a heat pooling low in her stomach, and the longer she stands there, the tighter the coil of desire becomes, winding through her chest. 

“Fuck, I need her.” Argues her more impulsive thoughts.

Her thoughts start to blur together, raw, desperate flashes of the way her fingers would feel sliding over her girlfriend’s skin, the way she’d kiss her neck, her jawline, the curve of her back, slowly, desperately—every inch, memorising it, marking it as her own.

“She feels so good against me. Her body pressed to mine… I can already taste her. I can already hear her breath catch when I touch her. Jesus. What is wrong with me?” Abby wondered.

Abby’s body is screaming for release, and every second spent not crossing that room feels like torture. Her hands ball into fists, nails digging into her palm, grounding herself, but it’s not enough to keep the ache from spreading. Her breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps, the need for her girlfriend starting to overwhelm the edges of her control.

The thought of pulling her into a corner, of locking lips, of feeling the soft heat of her body beneath Abby’s own is consuming. Her legs feel weak, the tension in her core unbearable, but she stays still, even as her body betrays her. 

“Do you need something?” Questions the other female soldier, Abby’s burning gaze on her body finally becoming too intense to go unnoticed. 

“Yes I…” She lowers her head to reach her girlfriends height, whispering into her ear. “I need you. Please can we…” Surprise overtakes the smaller woman for a moment, but she flashes a confident smile and grabs her hand, leading her into an empty tent on the grounds. She let’s go of her, looking Abby up and down, clearly amused.

“You’re looking at me like how our dogs look before they’re fed in the morning. Want to talk about that?” Abby shakes her head.

“Fuck, the last thing I want to do is talk.” She exclaims, grabbing her softly by the back of the neck and bringing her into a deep, passionate kiss, tongue exploring every inch of the inner walls of her cheek. To Abby’s surprise and devastation, the woman steps back, her eyes sparkly and mischievous. 

“What are you-“

“Get on your knees.” She commands in a way that causes blood to flow through Abby’s body to a point she’s sure the other woman can hear it. 

“This is not how it goes.” Abby tries to say, despite the woman's tone already driving her crazy in all the right ways. “I tell you what to do, you don’t-“

“You must want me real bad.” She interrupts, taking a step closer.

“I do…but-“

“Show me how much.” Abby ponders the words a moment. The weight of all the armour she’s carried around—the pride, the walls, the constant need to be strong, to protect—is suddenly exhausting. Abby starts to feel a strange surrender stirring in her chest, something she’s never let herself explore. And just like that she’s kneeling.

“Good girl.” She coo’s. Abby blushes, kissing the inside of her thighs. “Can I take them off?” She asks softly. The woman shakes her head.

“We’re doing it my way today. You’re gonna ride my face and you’re not going to touch me until I have you whimpering and begging for it, does that sound fun love?” She questions, her voice laced in pretty power. Abby sighs. What the hell was she doing?

“Yes.” She agrees. “Yes that sounds good.” 

The woman lies down flat beside her. “Sit.” 

Abby stands up, removing her pants quickly, the sound of her belt unbuckling proving to be her girlfriends favourite noise. She takes off her underwear too, adding them to the pile. She positions herself carefully upon her girlfriends face, hovering just slightly above. The girl rolls her eyes.

“Really Abby? You were just looking at me like I was the first fruit on a barren wasteland but you won’t sit like a fucking good girl?” She demands, genuinely slightly annoyed. Abby blushes.

“I just don’t want to crush you, I’m quite a lot of woman-“

“Sit on my fucking face or I swear I’ll walk o-mmm…” She hums into Abby’s cunt that had now found itself in her mouth. Abby rocked her hips slowly at first, but at her girlfriends sucking and licking, had begun increasing its pace, becoming messier, more desperate. 

Her moans were ethereal noises, as if she were singing the very chorus of their world. They got louder and less cohesive, the shouts of her girlfriends name transforming into whimpers and almost shrieks.

She could feel herself nearing orgasm, her stomach dancing in waves that drove her head mad, but something else stirred within her as well. Something foreign that made Abby a little nervous. Something that crashed through her and squirted onto her girlfriends face. Abby panicked, quickly rolling off of her and apologising. 

“Oh my g…I don’t even know what just…I am SO sorry…” Her girlfriend just laughs, wiping her face a little.

“You squirted Abby. Holy fucking shit, as much as I love when you tie me up and pound the shit out of me if I had known your body could do this I would beg to fuck you more often.” Abby, still embarrassed, finally managed to speak.

“You do beg me, often.”

“And only now you agree. Perhaps we have to do this every day now to make up for it.”

“Will you just shut up and let me touch you now?” She asks, desperately wanting to change the subject. The woman just watches her expectingly and Abby sighs.

“…Please?”

“Good girl.”

AN: [guys I'm SOOOOO excited about the showwwwwwww]

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.

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.

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.”

Hey guys, this is my first post so I’ll need to set up some ground rules, feel free to skip.

First of all I write NSFW/18+ content, but I will write other content upon request. If you are a minor, evaluate whether or not you will interact with my content at your own risk, but if you find it innaproopitate, please scroll.

I’m an Abby girly, but this is just a Dina fic to test the waters, a full Abby NSFW fic will be released on my page soon too. 

The plot dragged on more than I would have liked, I’ll have the smut in bold if u want to skip to that ;)

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Comforting Dina after Ellie leaves

You were relatively new to Jackson. You had been picked up by Jesse’s patrol when moving through a dangerous part of town and had been offered a place there if you could pull your weight. You are a good shot, and cook, for that matter, so finding your place wasn’t too difficult. Still, you felt like an outsider to people who had been there most or all of their lives, and Dina was one of the people who made the adjustment the smoothest. 

You always felt safe with her, and had even developed feelings. When you watched her kiss Ellie that night in town, you let your heart break for the last time before moving on. 

At least, you thought you had moved on. You still thought about her every day, even if you tried to push the thoughts away.

You were coming back from a regular supply route when you spotted a girl on a horse. She had beautiful, silky black hair in a bun and was wearing a pale yellow flannel. 

Was that…?

“It’s Dina!” Someone called excitedly from the gate. 

A sharp sensation ran through your body and you found yourself letting out a shaky breath you weren’t aware you had been holding.

Dina. The girl who in the middle of a fucking outbreak, has more fire than a group of soldiers combined. The girl who makes dumb jokes that only she could make sound so sweet. The girl who’s smile was brighter than any light the fireflies so desperately wanted to find, the girl you…liked.

You pull the reins and approach the gate swiftly, leaving your patrol group behind. 

When you dismount at the gate and lock eyes with her, it was as if all your pain was, not forgotten, but almost gone. As if Dina had stuck bandaids over the wound.

 Dina lets out an excited gasp and runs at you, holding you in her arms tightly.

“I was hoping you’d be here.” She speaks quietly, still smiling as she pulls away from the hug. You nod, barely looking into her eyes as you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Is everything okay? Why’s Ellie not with you guys?” You ask as you plant a soft kiss on JJ’s forehead. 

A pale look touches Dina’s ordinarily warm features, and you know immediately what that look implies. 

“Oh…oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine. She’s gone.” Dina says, forcing a soft smile and ignoring the tears in her eyes.

“We’ll have a patrol pick up your stuff tomorrow.” Mariah says, approaching Dina and giving her a hug herself. 

Mariah walks behind you, leaning in to your ear. 

“Look after her, you’re dismissed from your duties today, your only job is putting a smile on that girl, okay?” She whispers, and Dina seems too lost in her own head to notice. 

You nod. “Of course, thank you.”

You take her hand and lead her through the town.

“You hungry?” You ask, eyes wide with worry. She nods.

“Yeah, actually, but I don’t really want to be smothered by people right now.”

“Oh, sorry do you want me to-“

“No, I want you to stay.” She reaffirms, and you nod, still feeling considerably nervous.

You walk past the butcher and the man working there smiles brightly.

“It’s great to have you back Din’s!” Dina forces a smile again.

“Yea…thanks.” She says.

“Uh…What can I get you guys? It’s on me today.” The man says again. You nod and look at the options.

“I’ll get some of those sausages and I know it’s a stupid question but, do you have any steak?” He laughs.

“The answer to that would be no, but Dina can have my sandwich, I was saving it for later but it’s the real good stuff, had to give some trading cards and ammo but, I’m only the cook, what would I do with ammo anyways.”

“Kill me some steak maybe?” You remark, making Dina smile. 

“I’m pretty sure he would kill the cow…I don’t think you can “kill steak” Dina informs her, an amused expression still evident. 

“Potato potato Dina.” She turns to face the man again.

“What’s in it?” Dina asks. 

“Premium pork-“

“She’s Jewish…” You say, instinctively. She looks at you and the man just has a confused expression.

“So…?”

“Well Jewish people typically don’t eat Pork or…shellfish, so-“

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know. 

“How did you know that?” Dina asks. You shrug. 

“You told me you were Jewish so I read a book about it.” You explain, matter-of-factly. She looks impressed, but doesn’t say anything.

The man hands you the bag with the meat inside.

“Thanks.” You say, leading Dina away again.

“Is there anyone you want to say hi to?” You question. You can hear the snow crunch under your feet. She shakes her head.

“Not today, not like this.” You nod.

“I’ll take you back to yours then, grill you up some lunch. Smothered in onion right?”

“The smellier the better.” She laughs weakly. 

When you get to her place, the cold air hits you square on and you both shiver.

“Fuck it’s cold.” Dina remarks, and you can’t help but laugh at her bluntness. 

“I’ll get a fire going.” You tell her, taking the lighter out of your pocket. You turn the power on and put the sausage in the fridge.

“I really need a shower…” Dina admits, and you turn to look at her again.

“Uh…alright, yeah I’ll just…I’ll just wait here.”

“Thanks.” She says, walking up to her room and folding up some clothes by her bed. 

You then see her turn on the hot water generator and step in to the shower. 

You wait by the fire for 5 minutes, then 10. Then, a faint voice over the bathroom exhaust. 

“Hey can you come in here please?” You stand up, nervously and make your way to the bathroom, opening the door only a fraction and turning around so you can’t see her. 

“I’m here…” You explain, your voice sounding more high pitched than usual and making you cringe. 

“I couldn’t find a towel and it’s freezing out. Can you try and find one for me?” She asks. Your cheeks, now a new shade, shape into a nervous smile.

“Of course, where should I look?”

“My room, it’s at the top.”

“Sure.” 

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When you return, you see Dina, completely exposed, standing in front of you out of the shower. 

You immediately turn around and shut your eyes, bumping into the door during the commotion. She chuckles.

“Turn around.” She instructs, and you do so with your hand over your eyes. Dina rolls her eyes, grabbing your hand and placing it back down.

“What are-“ You don’t even know what to say, you don’t even know what words are anymore. Instead, you just admire her body, the way her complexion paints her body like the artwork it is. The way her hips curve out ever so slightly in ways that her devilish clothing concealed. 

“Why didn’t you write me?” She asks, trying not to smile at your currently dropped jaw.

“I um…” With her permission, you now glance at her breasts. You try to convince yourself you’ve never thought about what they might look like before, but you give up trying to convince yourself of that and decide they are more beautiful than anything you have or could have imagined. 

“Did you not get my letters?” She asks, and now you look back to her eyes.

“Um…I did.” You admit, feeling the heat spread to the back of your neck now.

“Ah, so you just didn’t want to respond?” You roll your eyes.

“That’s not it.” 

“Then what?” She asks, sounding more angry than you would have thought. She lets out a deep breath.

“I thought about you all the time, you know? Did you ever think about me?”

“All the time. But how was I supposed to respond? ‘Dear Dina, I’m so happy you and your girlfriend decided to raise sheep and a baby together away from everyone, I’d go visit but I have duty, send my regards to Ellie?’ 

“Okay, okay, but you could have at least kept me informed, tell me about your life, I mean you could have been dead for all I know.”

“You wouldn’t have believed that.” 

“Don’t be so full of yourself. You may have never missed a shot with a rifle, you may not be the kind of girl to go into a house without taking out every single infected first, but I hate to break it to you, you’re not invincible. As unlikely at it would have been, you could have been dead.”

"Fine. But you wouldn’t have cared what I had to say anyway. ‘Dear Dina, I woke up, had breakfast, went on patrol with another stranger who I wished on everything was you instead, but they weren't. I went home, showered and slept like I do every day.”

“I would have cared. I do.” She mutters. You sigh.

“Well I’m sorry. It was just hard for me, hearing you so happy with someone so…” 

Dina’s eyebrows raise.

“Yes?” 

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have.”

“Finish your sentence.” Dina argues. You take a deep breath.

“Stupid. She was stupid to have left you, I never would.”

“Yeah well, Joel was the only person Ellie loved.”

“You don’t really believe that…”

“Well to think she truly loved me and chose to leave anyway for a bit of revenge hurts even worse.” You don’t know what to say, you just nod and hand her her towel. She tosses it on the ground.

“Want to hear what I left out in my letters?”

You’re still blushing over her naked body, but nod.

“sure.”

“Dear (reader) I’m trying to be happy with Ellie and JJ and yet all I can think about is you. Sometimes Ellie treats me like I’m nothing and I know why she does, but it hurts to think how well you would treat me if you were here. You’d probably tell me, “it’s okay…” She pauses. “I’m here…” You’d say.” You don’t know how to react to this, so you just keep listening.

“Dear (reader), Ellie left today, and even though it hurt, like nothings hurt before, I feel like a horrible person.” You walk towards her, looking upset at her words.

“Why would you feel like a horrible person?” Dina lowers her head, looking ashamed.

“Because even though I did love her, when she left it felt freeing, and then I saw you at that gate and it felt as if the part of me she took was never really gone at all.”

“Dina…”

“No, don’t fight it.” She says, grabbing your face and placing a warm kiss on your mouth. You sink into the heat of the kiss, tasting her more passionately now. You pull away from the kiss and you see her eyes, consumed with darkened lust.

“Dina.” You say again, more stern this time.

“You broke up with Ellie only a few weeks ago, you’re still hurting and I will NOT be your rebound. Not when I have spent almost an entire yer lo…” You stop yourself.

“You mean a lot to me Dina, I’m not going to ruin this-“

“Please.” Dina says, kissing your neck and making your legs feel weak as a result.

“I’ve been craving you for longer than you could ever realise. I didn’t even truly know till…till I saw you just now” She says between breaths, wrapping her arms over your neck to pull you into a hug. The warmth of her bare skin is elevating, and it feels like every sensation you experience is heightened. 

“I’m not going to take advantage of you Dina.”

“You think I’m unattractive?” She asks, and you pull away from the hug, putting a hand on her face.

“Dina, when I look at you I don’t just see my best friend, I see the most beautiful of women. The girl I have liked since I first came to Jackson.” You explain, feeling emotional to bring these thoughts to words. 

“You are a rare jewel, and I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

“I know you think I’m not acting on logic, but there has always been something between us. Ellie…she was like an addiction, something I thought I needed to function. I always had to be one way with her, but with you I feel happy, safe. I’ve dreamt of this ever since Ellie and I broke up and I spent the whole ride here just wishing you would feel it back.”

Smutttttttt ya’lllll

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“I….don’t want you to regret this.”

“Then don’t give me anything to regret.” Dina speaks smoothly, kissing you deeply again. You sigh into her mouth and let your tongues dance as your hands slowly lower to her shoulders, your fingers gently trailing her cold skin, still damp and glistening with small water droplets.

You push her back against the sink, the air between you two barely existent as you gasp excitedly and desperately between kisses. 

You lower yourself, putting yourself into a position between her legs.

“Can I?” You ask, and Dina gleams at the indication of what you want to do, her head leaning back with anticipation. 

You take a moment to admire her cunt, drawing a line between her folds all the way up to her clit with your thumb.

She’s already wet. You can tell by the way your finger glides in, the way she glistens, it turns you on even more, if that were possible. Then, with your thumb still on her clit, you start doing tricks with your index finger, enjoying the sounds of her shaky breaths as you finger her with just the tip of your index finger.

You continue with your fingers, pushing your entire index finger inside this time. She cries out, moaning in pleasure. You remove your finger and suck your index and middle finger before putting them both inside her. You doubt it would have made a differences, she was so wet anyway it would have gone in like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. After caressing the inside of her cunt with your fingers for a few minutes, you decide to finally feed the burning desire to taste her, to feel her come undone on your tongue.

Without so much as a warning, you start eating away at her cunt, sucking and licking sloppily, savouring every inch of her like it’s a 3 course meal.

“F….fucking h… mmm…” Dina struggles, biting her middle finger softly in a barely successful attempt of suppressing the sounds escaping her lips. 

You smile, using this as an excuse for more air before going back and attacking her again with your tongue. She tastes so fucking good. You could get drunk off the taste, in fact, you would be a fucking alcoholic if that was the case.

“Oh shit…Oh sh…mmm….so-“ She struggles, letting out a deeper moan this time. “good.”

You move your tongue faster in circular motions on her clit while sucking on her lower lips at the same time. By this point, anything Dina tries to say is inaudible, replaced with fast paced moans and whimpers.

“S….s…mmm…..so..clo-“ She cries out. You don’t stop. You keep going even after it pulses in your mouth and your throat is filled with your new favourite taste. The taste of her.

When it becomes too much for her, she pulls your face away, breathing deeply, eyes slightly shut from the overstimulation. 

“Was that…” You hesitate, face red. “Good?” Dina laughs.

“Fuck off.” She manages, still in a stage of ecstasy. 

“I don’t want to move too fast or anything but…do you want to have…” You say, clearing your throat “um…” Dina smiles again, nodding.

“Fuck yeah.” With this, you pick her up and bring her to the bedroom just outside the door. As soon as you two are on the bed, she practically tears your shirt off, immediately kissing all over your body. She flips you so her body is on top of yours. 

“You look so fucking hot Dina…” You breathe out as she bites down slightly on your neck. She rolls her eyes playfully. 

She pulls off your underwear, tossing it on the floor beside her bed.

“I want to do it to you too.” Dina says casually, and you initially feel insecure about letting her, but you agree.

“Mm.” You say as she disappears under the covers. You then feel her hands pulling your legs apart and you help part the way for her. You practically shiver as the starts tonguing your pussy delicately, with a lot more precision than when you did it to her, as if starved. 

She then started sucking and the moan that left your mouth was instantaneous. She keeps going and you feel yourself started to soak as you claw on to the bed sheets below. 

“Feels so good.” You say, and she keeps going till you feel your body tremble and pulse. She looks up at your, feeling satisfied with your expression. She wipes her mouth with her thumb and then sucks on it for a second, maintaining eye contact with you.

So goes back to the previous position, pulling your body down so it’s below her.

“It’s still cold.” She states as the bareness of your bodies connect. You smirk beneath her.

“Whatever will we do about it?” 

“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me.” She orders, and so you let her have her way. 

She pushes your leg down and positions herself so she is sitting over it, then you feel her pussy rub on yours and your eyes immediately roll back at the sensation. Without the pleasure of your clit even in the equation yet, you feel as if you’re melting. 

Then, she pulls you in closer, moving you just right and making you moan desperately. 

“Dina please…” You sigh out as she moves her hips painfully slow in a circular motion.

“J…just like that.” You say again. 

Her hands are on your thighs when she starts to pick up speed. She’s moaning too now, her beautiful features looking even better covered in sweat and pleasure. 

“Faster….please?” You ask, your voice sounding more helpless than you would have liked. She continues at her current pace, a cruel smirk on her mouth.

“This…” She gasps, riding the sensation. “Is for not stopping earlier when I had already…” You try to increase your own pace and she shoves your legs back down with her full body strength. 

“You can come when I say.” She gasps, wrapping her fingers softly around your neck. 

“You like that?”

“Mmm.” You reply, eyes closed shut. It isn’t long before a familiar sensation stirs in the pit of your stomach, as bad as you wanted to come, and also didn’t want this to end, it was the best and most conflicting thing you had ever experienced. , 

Dina finally complied and went faster, and you sing out a chorus of moans and whispers.

“I’m gonna cum…” Dina says, still holding you close. “Cum with me.” She says again. You nod, kissing her quickly as you both release on top of each other, liquid lining your bodies and trailing down onto the bed. 

You just hold each other, ignoring the stickiness of the situation and letting comfortable silence fall before you too fall back onto the bed, looking into her eyes fondly. 

“Do you…regret it yet?” You ask. She shakes her head. 

“The only thing I regret is wasting all that water, I’m going to need another shower after all that…excitement.” You both laugh. You lean into her ear and whisper, “We can save water by showering together?” Her smirk widens and she nods.

“The things we do for this town.”

“Mhm.”

You two aren’t dating but she thinks you’re hers.

Note: The fics pretty long so I'll have the smut in bold as per usual. I also take requests. Enjoyy

Warnings: Fingering & fisting, dominant Abby, cunnilingus, thigh riding, rough, restraints, scissoring, possessive Abby, hickeys 

You’ve been best friends with Abby as long as you can remember. Her dad loves you, you go on all assignments together and she trusts you more than anyone. 

As you’ve grown older, in turn you have also gotten considerably prettier, stronger, and others have definitely noticed. Men and women alike have been flirting with you during and after assignments. Most attempts at courting you were unsuccessful though. Ever heard the term ‘if a look could kill?’ Well if anyone sent so much as a smile in your direction, she would return their affections with a look so intense they might as well be dead.

It had been a few days since you had been assigned somewhere with Abby. You knew she loved doing the more strenuous stuff with Manny, so you had been partnered with a nice man named Ryan for most of your recent missions. He had been helping you adjust to long shipment assignments and high risk activities such as defending areas rich in supplies, but a lot of the time Ryans patrol were assigned to what WLFS call “ghost missions,” (scanning large perimeters of land for trespassers, even when 9 days out of 10, the only people trespassing were infected stragglers.)

The two of you were closer than the other’s in his patrol group, likely because most patrols were so fucking boring and you two needed a way to pass the time. It was becoming clear he had certain affection growing towards you, and after being so…distracted by Abby all these years, you decided the attention was nice.

You made your way to the dining hall for breakfast. You never ate anything that early in the morning as a result of your night-person-only demeanour, however you enjoyed sitting at the table with a hot cup of coffee and listening to the white noise of people eating and chatting before going out into the cruelty of Seattle. The dining hall felt like a sort of safe haven for you in the mornings, a time when there weren’t so many people as to make you feel overwhelmed but just enough to convince you that you weren’t entirely alone. 

You were surprised to see Abby and Manny getting trays of food and chatting in the line. Your face involuntary flushed when they approached. It wasn’t noticeable, but you felt the heat under your skin. 

“Manny!” You exclaim, happily. You two had always been platonic soulmates. His irritating puns and smooth way of talking was refreshing in a place with so many serious people. You supposed that’s why you liked Abby too. Aside, of course, from her arms that could, and you would happily let, crush you with ease. 

“Hey Abs.” You say, more quietly and with less excitement. She smiles widely at you.

“It’s good to see you again, it feels like I haven’t seen you in ages!” She remarks, sitting across from you. Manny sits next to her.

“So what’s new?” Manny asks, and before you can answer Abby looks at your empty tray with mild concern.

“You’re not eating?” She asks. You’re taken by surprise a little and take a beat before answering.

“Just coffee.” You reply, still feeling more nervous than you should. 

“You should eat before assignments.” She instructs. 

“I’ll be fine.”

You notice a reaction of either disgust, irritation, or both appear on Abby’s face and you turn around to see what it could be. You smile when you notice Ryan approaching.

“Ryan! Good morning!” You say. Abby rolls her eyes.

“A lot of excitement for 9 in the morning.” She mumbles to Manny.

“Hey!” He speaks with excitement, pulling out the bench slightly and sitting beside you. Abby practically groans.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was someone sitting there?” He asks politely. Abby grunts.

“Well…no, but-“

“No one’s sitting there.” You reassure him, looking deeply into his eyes as he gets comfortable in his chair.

“I got you some of those packaged cornflakes you love to snack on. I knew you wouldn’t be hungry enough for breakfast but the sugar should you give you enough energy for the day.” He explains, passing you a packet. 

“What a gentlemen.” Manny claims with amusement. Abby’s face now depicted an expression that the word “annoyed” wouldn’t even justify. 

“She doesn’t eat breakfast.” Abby speaks, almost like a warning. You just smile softly at her, then back at him.

“No, no it’s very sweet, I’ll have some.” You say, peeling off the packaging and taking a small handful of some. 

“You’ll need the energy, we’ve got another one of those long cargo shipments ahead of us. It’ll finally just be us today.” He says, pushing a spoonful of some sort of porridge into his mouth from the bowl in front of him. 

“Isaac’s trusting us to be alone together?” You ask with delight. He nods his head and Abby gives another appalled look.

“Why wouldn’t you be? Can you two not focus together or what?”

You look at her, confused at where this attitude is coming from. 

“Aha…no, it’s just we usually go in a four person patrol, I guess he trusts us more now.”

“Or he just doesn’t want to waste too many men for such long periods of time-“ Ryan tries to say before getting interrupted.

“Actually-“ Abby begins abruptly in a way that seemed to startle even herself. Everyone turns to look at her and she doesn’t let this intimidate her, too deep in it now to stop talking.

“I came to tell you that you’re with me today. Manny’s swapping with Ryan.”

“I’m sorry, what??” Manny starts. Abby gives Manny a pleading look. He sighs.

“It’s true.” He agrees through gritted teeth.

“Oh…” Ryan murmured. You put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s no problem, Manny’s a great ally to have for shit like this.” You offer, now rubbing his arm gently. He nods.

“I was hoping to spend more time with you.”

“Well we don’t need patrol for that.” You say, somewhat flirtatiously. His whole attitude seems to shift and if auras were visible, his would be golden right now.

“Then, do you want to hang out when you’re back?” Once again, your chance to respond is taken from you.

“That’ll be impossible, it will probably be night time by the time we’re back.” Abby explains. His smirk widens, still making eye contact with you.

“Even better.” 

This is Abby’s final straw and she gets up and grabs your wrist which appears to vanish completely under Abby’s large fist.

“She’ll think about it.” She says, guiding you away. You look at her, not annoyed, just confused.

“Abigail…” You start, softly. She doesn’t say anything, she seems too angry with life to process words right now.

“I mean no offence by this question, but Abs, are you okay?” She doesn’t respond for a while, still guiding you to the wagons. She sighs before answering.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She asks, as if the question were aimed towards herself, rather than you.

You shrug. “Must have been my imagination.” She doesn’t say anything and just lifts you up onto the wagon. There are two other men there and Abby tells them you’re ready, the wagon leaving swiftly at her command. 

“So what was with the swap?” You ask. She seem’s happier now, or at least less tense. She lets out a deep breath. 

“I missed you.” She replies, nonchalantly. You feel your heart do things that can’t be healthy inside your chest at these words. You nod, trying to keep your composure. 

“Cool.” You say, finally allowing yourself the courage to look her into her eyes again. 

When you reach a block in the road, you both get out decide to look for alternate ways across. There’s some debris blocking the road that appears almost impossible to clear from this side. You also notice that there are some buildings you could potentially cut through. You walk up to one and a runner runs out at you. You desperately pull it away from your neck, stabbing it with your pocket knife. 

Abby runs in at the commotion and see’s the dead runner on the floor. 

“Are you bit?” She breathes out, her face consumed with panic. You laugh.

“No.” You say, giving her a comforting smile. “Of course not.” 

“Let’s keep mo-“ you start. Abby pulls you in without the faintest of warnings, hugging you tightly.

While blushing ferociously at the feel of her large body against yours, the refinement of the muscles on her arms, the feeling of her chest against yours, you manage a strained.

“I’m alright.”

She doesn’t let you go at this. Instead, she snakes her arms around your body, moving her arms down to your hips. You feel the lower part of your body quiver and you quickly press your legs together, some part of you believing she could know the things you thought about her somehow. 

“What are-“ She moves her hands to your ass, then hips, then she runs them back up again. 

“I missed you.” She breathed out. You break away from the hug and look at her directly in the eyes.

You search desperately for any indication of deception. This has to be some kind of prank. If Abby liked you back you would know, wouldn’t you? 

The thought occurs to you that she didn’t know you liked her, so why couldn’t the same thing apply?

No. There was no way. Abby was straight, probably…

“Abby?” You question. She eyes you slowly. 

“Mm…” She hums, clearly in her own world. 

“Why…” You pause, and it feels like that girl has taken every breath from your body body before you can take it.

“Why did…you want me to come with you today?” You feel the heat of the air from both your mouths. You’re so fucking close to each other, it would take almost nothing to- no. Focus, you keep telling yourself. 

“You’re a good shot, good company too, I missed it.” She declares, matter-of-factly. You nod and she puts a large hand on your face.

“Or maybe I didn’t want you doing assignments with that boy toy.” You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way her hand is making you feel.

“And how is Ryan a boy toy?” You ask, stammering a little.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She demands, and her tone startles you. Her eyes soften when she notices your reaction.

“He clearly wants to sleep with you, I’m just looking out for you cause I mean, men like that they only want one thing, you know?” She asks softly. You give her a provocative look.

“What if I only want one thing from him too?” You watch as Abby’s eyebrows furrow and that same look of disgust splashes over her.

“You CAN’T be serious.” She spits, removing her hand and stepping away from you.

“What’s wrong with that? It’s not like anyone else wants me-“

“I-“ Abby practically yells, her words trailing off.

“He’s not good for you. He wouldn’t know…how to treat you.” You sigh.

“Well, I need to sleep with someone.” You admit “Why does it bother you?”

“Because, you belong to me.” She says quietly, looking down at the ground. You’re stunned at her words.

“What? I…don’t belong to anyone-“

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✨Smut✨

“Can I kiss you?” She asks, the question sounding more like an order. 

You don’t allow yourself to consider anything else before grabbing her face and mashing you lips against hers. 

Still stunned by the situation, you feel her lips part obediently against yours and you gain the chance to suck on her tongue, tasting the inside of her mouth as the kisses became deeper, more intense. 

Your head is racing, but you ignore the scrambled thoughts, letting yourself moan slightly into the kiss, feeling her hands tracing your shirt.

“Please.” She says quietly. You don’t know what’s happening, she’s never treated you like this, never wanted you. You’ve heard her say please maybe once- actually, you’re not sure you’ve heard her say that at all, but now here she was, practically begging to see more of you. 

It’s Abby fucking Anderson after all, so despite logic dictating that the reasonable decision would be to talk things out and see if her feelings are genuine, you comply without even taking a breath, practically tearing your shirt off for her. 

She practically stares at your chest, mesmerised by the way they sit perfectly in your well fitted bra, deep blue and black lace. Once she manages to close her jaw, she gapes, “you wear this on all your patrols?” You shake your head.

“All my others were in the wash…” you stammer. She says nothing, grabbing you forcefully and putting her lips on your neck. 

You moan involuntarily, knowing your neck is your sweet spot and now, she knows it too. Instead of just kissing it now, she sucks harshly at your skin like you’re a goddamn lollipop, running her tongue over different areas as she went.

“Take yours off too.” You say, feeling heat grow between your legs at even her simplest of  actions. Her smirk makes you go feral. 

“Already desperate for me, hm?” She asks. The back of your neck is hot and you feel your stomach doing summersaults.

Deciding actions speak louder than words, you lift her shirt off her shoulders and you could melt right fucking there. In all her glory, a perfect chest covered by a pale coloured bra. A stunning set of Abs with a light shine of sweat from the travel and heat and you can see her arms fully now, and they were just as you had imagined, if not better.

“Fuck, Abs, you’re so-“ You whimper when she bites down unexpectedly at your neck before moving her mouth away. Then, she kisses your stomach, all the while moving her fingers down into your underwear.

“Take this shit off.” She instructs, motioning at your jeans by pulling aggressively at the fabric. You sigh at how obedient you’ve become, kicking your shoes off, then lowering your pants to the floor. 

“Good girl.” Abby grinned, putting her whole hand in your underwear with no warning.

“Mm…” A high pitched moan escapes your lips in anticipation, it’s quiet, but in the small room Abby could hear the sweet chorus of your moans in her ear, making her speed up her pace. 

She found your clit immediately, using two of her wide fingers to draw painfully slow circles across where you were most sensitive. 

“A…Abby” You shut your eyes tight as she feels you, fucking with all of your senses for sport. 

‘Look at me when I’m fucking you.” She demands, using her left hand to cover your throat. She doesn’t squeeze though, she doesn’t want to hurt you, at least not yet. 

“Stop….teasing me.” You plead as she continues having her way with your cunt, fingers already drenched as a result of her torture. She smirks.

“You shouldn’t have let that slut sit with us.” She says, stopping what she’s doing and putting them inside you this time, moving her thumb quickly over your clit in their absence. She start’s fucking your inner walls as rough as she wants to, not giving a fuck how overwhelming it feels. You lean your head back, gripping at her biceps and clawing them slightly with your nails. She gasps at the feeling of this, and you can tell she’s getting off on it. 

“That’s what this ’s about? Mmm….” You moan, still looking into her eyes as best you can. “You’re jealous?” 

“Shut the fuck up.” She says, removing her fingers from your neck and putting them in your mouth instead.

“Put that pretty mouth to use and be grateful for the pleasure I give you.” You suck gratefully at her fingers and instead of the slow pace she was doing before, she goes so fast you feel your stomach start to swirl immediately. “MMM” You moan through her fingers. She doesn’t stop, not even when you claw at her arms so hard they make imprints in her skin. You can’t fight the need to close your eyes this time, and suddenly, right before orgasm, you feel nothing. Her long, wide fingers go out of you and your pussy pulses, as if to complain in morse code. She removes her hands from your mouth.

“Why?” You gasp. She kisses you deeply again, throwing you against a wall and protecting your head with her hand.

“I told you, look at me when I’m fucking you, or I stop.” She warns, putting her hand into your underwear again.

You cry out as she does so, you were already so sensitive. She smiles innocently at you.

“Aw, too much baby?” She asks, still refusing to switch up her speed, moving fast and hard in and out of your cunt. The slick from inside you leaks off her fingers, painting the inside of your thighs. She keeps going. And going. Until you are clutching onto her and throbbing as you release on her hand. 

 You let out a satisfied sigh, but Abby is far from reaching that point herself and looks around the room, spotting an empty couch. 

She picks you up effortlessly, your legs clinging onto her. She throws you onto the couch, moving on top of you and ensuring you have no where to go. Once in a good position, she’s moving her knee dangerously close to your cunt. 

“It’s too soon…” you breathe out, moving your legs together to protect your dripping pussy. She ignores you, circling your clit and entire pussy with her concealed knee. The tough material of her green cargo jeans manipulating yet another painful orgasm from her is a feeling second to none, and she already has you moaning her name.

“A…Abby…” you cry. She moves faster.

You let out a shaky gasp. “…bby” she moves wider.

“A-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before bucking your hips into her knee and another orgasm floods your body. 

“You’re so wet for me baby.” She hums, taking off her belt and pants. 

“Put your arms up.” She commands,her expression neutral and portraying that same look she always gets when she has something she needs to get done. You just look at her, admiring her body. Her eyes darken at your behaviour and she grabs your arms, tying her belt over them with one hand, tightening your hands together.

“Don’t want to listen to me, huh? I’ll show you what happens when you don’t behave. While gaping over the fact you can no longer move your hands, Abby pushes her head in between your cunt and you practically scream as she tastes you, flattening her tongue on your clit and moving her head around and around to explore every bit off your pussy like it’s the most important thing she’ll ever do.

She moans out as she does it and your pussy throbs in her mouth at this. You can tell this has swiftly became Abby’s new favourite activity, and you wouldn’t be surprised if this becase a regular hang out routine.

Your confined hands make it harder for you, as you can’t grab on to Abby’s hair or even the leather couch. She continues moaning and sucking sloppily, her hands on either thigh.

“I’m, I’m gonna-“ You start, and Abby takes this as an indication to give you everything she has, putting three fingers into your tight hole all while not coming up for air.

Abby slows down the movements with her tongue, still giving you enough to feel fucking heavenly, but not enough to make you cum just yet.

With every bit of care, Abby slowly puts a fourth finger in and tears dwell in your eyes.

“F….fuck….mmmhm” You cry. She moves her head away so she’ll be audible.

“Think you can take my whole hand baby?” Feral was an understatement of understatements. This question made you feel so fucking insane you probably wouldn’t even remember your own name if you were asked it right now. You look at her hand, her wide fingers, her massive fist you had seen use to bash people’s skulls into the floor, her whole fist would probably cause some sort of damage to you, surely…

“Yea..” you whisper. She smiles widely.

“That’s my good girl.” She says before returning to her previous position, licking your glistening slit as she eased her hand inside you. 

“Mmm fu- mmmm Ab- oh m- fuck” The feeling of her tongue was electrifying. To think Abby could have liked you before, to think you guys could have been doing this ages ago, fuck there was nothing like it in the world. You always dreamed of this, always wondered what it would be like if she used those hands for more than just violence or working out, and now you got your answer. Now you truely knew how fucking good she was. 

That sensation she had made you experienced several times in the last hour or less was returning and as she continued doing tricks with her tongue and hand, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on.

“Abigail….” You moan. She moves her fist in and out slightly faster.

“I’m gonna fucking….Abby~~” You gasp, releasing hard as your body cried out for a break. It takes a while to take back your breath as Abby eases out of you, admiring her now coated hand.

“Was that good, baby?” You don’t reply, blushing ferociously at the site of her hand and fingers.

“Come on,” she says, untying your hands. “You’ve got one more in you my gorgeous girl.” She chants, and now that you can actually see again, you have the opportunity to see her entire body. She’s wearing boxers that look so fucking good on her you want to tear them off with your teeth. 

She notices your staring and smiles. 

“Like what you see baby?” You nod excitedly.

“God, yes.” You exclaim. She has that cocky fucking smirk on her face again. She knows she good. 

“You’re hands are free now, you can touch.” She explains, her voice low. Before you even have a chance to touch her, though, she grabs your arm and does it for you, placing your hand there and allowing you to feel the shape of her cunt through the smooth material. 

And fuck. She’s wet. You don’t why you thought she wouldn’t be. Maybe you had assumed she was above that, or maybe you were still in denial she had any kind of feelings for you at all, even if she only wanted sex or whatever the fuck it is Abby wants. 

You start feeling her up through the fabric and she tilts her head.

“You first.” You let out an annoyed breath and she laughs at how adorable she finds you.

“You’ve already made me…well…a lot.” You say, your face a deep red. 

“Why can’t I let you feel good?” You ask. She picks you up and places you on her thigh, leaning herself back against the sofa. 

“Pleasuring you does make me feel good baby. So I’m gonna do anything and everything I want to you unless I hear any objections.” Still blushing, you nod.

“You won’t get any from me.” You declare quietly.

“I’m gonna teach you better than to question me.” She insists, grabbing your hips and moving your clit over her bare thigh. You can’t help but smile as pleasure surrounds you again.

“Fuck Abs…” She keeps guiding your hips, breathing heavy herself at the sight of you.

“Look at you, my pretty girl fucking herself on my leg. I wonder, does it turn you on?” Your still throbbing cunt feels amazing against her quads and you can’t help but wrap your arms around her neck and pull yourself in closer.

“Yes.” You admit in her ear. She kisses you hungrily while increasing the pace.

“Yes, what?”

“A…abby.” You say, and her eyes roll back, her head hitting the wall at how turned on she is. You could cum at the sight of it.

“Will you please let me make you cum?” You ask, just wanting her to feel even a fraction of what she’s made you feel. She takes one hand off your hip and puts it on your neck, her hand fitting almost completely around it. 

“Look at you.” She whispers, enticingly.  “SO fucking desperate. The way I love.” Abby coos. You roll your eyes.

“Will you at least take your bra off?” She shoves you down onto the couch, pinning your hands down with her over you.

“Do you want to see what happens when you keep making demands before I’m done with you?” She asks. 

Still gasping for air from the shock of the situation, you don’t answer, instead you just shake you head. You want her too fucking bad, you can’t wait to be fucked any longer, even if painful and slowly drawn out orgasms with her hands and mouth were arguably as good right about now.

“Don’t make me tie your hands again.” She warns, retuning you to the position before and watching you get off on her thigh. You remain like this for some time, just slowly feeling yourself on her bare thighs.

“Tell me how good it feels baby.” 

“S’ good Abs.” You say, and she increases the pace. 

“Tell me what you think of Ryan.”

“What? N-now?” You breathe out, already closer to the edge than you should be right now. Before she can make another one of her remarks, you stop her.

“Alright, alright, I- I don’t know, he’s okay-“

“Do you think he’s hot?” She asks, sucking on your neck as she guides your hips. You moan loudly when she does this, fuck you love when she kisses your neck. You would let your entire neck be riddled with hickeys for her, you wouldn’t even care who saw. 

“I asked you a question.” “No. No I don’t think he’s hot.”

“So you were gonna use him for sex, then? No attraction?” Abby asks. Fuck you’re so close. 

“I….yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Abby, I…was gonna use him for sex.” 

“Why?”

“Abby I’m gonna c-“

“WHY?” She yells. Fuck you’re cumming. 

“C-cause I n- ugh~”  She hugs you tightly, still not removing you from her thigh. You breathe out desperately. 

“I needed a distraction from you.” You blurt out, teary eyed from all the sex. She actually looks surprised at this.

“Wait, what? From me?”

“I’ve liked you for….mmm…a while.” You say. She kisses you deeply for a long time, several minutes of just entangling your mouths in each others throats, if that were even possible.

“I…wanted you so bad that I- I thought he would distract me, make it hurt less that you didn’t want m-“ “You shut the fuck up. I’ve never not wanted you. You’re fucking mine.”

“What? But you never said anything.” You exclaim. She shakes her head dismissively. 

“Yeah well I’m a fucking idiot. Let’s see if there’s a bed in this place, I wanna fuck you properly.”

You look down at the infected on the floor not too far from you.

“Ah yes, the bed belonging to that dead guy over there, romantic.” She can’t help but laugh at this and you both walk through the building, (you practically limping you’re that sensitive). There’s a bedroom. The bed doesn’t look exactly comfortable, but it’s better than a couch or floor.

In saying that though, you would let Abby take you anywhere on any surface at any time if you were truly being honest with yourself. 

She places you carefully on the bed. 

“It’s not that bad?” She asks, and you both smile. She takes her bra off and you try your best to keep your composure but in your mind you’re smiling like a little girl.

“Go on then.” She says, and she doesn’t need to tell you twice. You pin her down, (something she definitely let you do rather than something you did yourself) and start kissing her tits, sucking only for a few seconds on each of her hard nipples. The actual flesh there is soft and you let your hand explore her exposed chest too.

She just watches, amused. Your hand reaches into her boxes and she opens her mouth to stop you, but bites her tongue. She’s not used to anything less than rough, quick sex, all of which she was usually the dominant one, but then again, she’s never been with anyone she cared about until now. She lets out a surprised and satisfied gasp when you find her weakest spot quite easily and rub circles over the area with two fingers at a swift pace.

“Mmm.” She speaks, happily. You position your head in between her legs, still moving your fingers and letting consequent moans and gasps leave her pretty lips. You kiss her inner thigh, licking the muscular skin and eventually sucking it too, leaving dark purple marks there. You go to suck her off through the fabric but she puts a hand on your chin and pulls you back up to eye height. 

“I don’t think so. My turn.” You don’t fight her on this and she pulls her underwear down, tossing it on the floor. Then, she takes off any of your remaining clothes and licks down your entire body. She spits on your pussy, as if it weren’t wet enough, and positions herself cautiously. 

She moves her leg up over your shoulder and pulls you into her and fuck. She fits in you like a fucking glove. You both gasp at the contact. Your arms are up straight to support yourself and your head tilts back, both moaning in unison.

“Mmm….fuck, baby” 

“A…Abby.” You both moan. You move faster and somehow you both manage to keep a perfect rhythm, feeling heat and various other things between you.

“Tell me I’m…fucking yours.” Abby orders between moans. 

“I’m yours Abby.” “You belong- ah~”

“I belong to Abby…Anderson.” You breathe out. She leans her head back.

“Fuck baby keep doing that and I’ll come.”

“There’s no-one else but you Abby.”

“Mmmph~” She replies, shutting her eyes. You can tell she’s so close.

“No one….can fuck me like y- ah~~”

“Fuck I’m c- mmm.” She let’s out, and you both feel each other’s orgasms in addition to your own. 

You don’t stop right away though, you ride it out until there’s nothing left and the sheet’s below you are drenched. 

When you finally regain consciousness or, at least a grip on reality, you look up at Abby who’s stroking your hair with her middle fingers.

“That was probably my most eventful patrol yet.” You say. She kisses you deeply.

“Sorry I was so rough on you.”

“Yeah, where did that even come from? I mean…do you fuck all your friends when you don’t like someone they talk to?” You tease. She huffs.

“Call me your friend again and I’ll fuck you into next week.”

You grin. 

“Deal.”