✨Smut✨

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.

AAAA WE NEED MORE DOM/NEEDY ABBY OML.

Just posted another one 🤭

I don't reblog a lot but that served. And it was punctuated, we're saved 🙏🙏🙏

So good oml

I don’t care that you’re a stoner

Ceo!abby

Dr. A.A

CW: smut, MDNI, dom!abby, mean!abby, sub!reader, light bondage (belt), tribbing brrr, talks of strap usage, tribbing breeding kink brrr, degradation, fingering, cum play

A/N: this is technically a drabble but I gave it a title bc that’s what Chappell deserves

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Why Dr. Anderson decided to come to you, your pathetic excuse of an ‘office’ instead of your usual frequent visits to hers, was beyond you. Following her around like a dog to her every beck and call. Having to call her doctor since she insisted on getting her doctorate in finance…fucking prick.

Even your credentials, your place in the hierarchy of the company didn’t exclude you from being her little bitch. She seldom gave you the decency of just looking at you when you did her dirty work. Filing her papers, calling her clients, getting her coffee, black of course, like she would drink anything with an ounce of happiness.

She never thanked you. She made it clear where you stood to her, below her. A bleeding, breathing, able-minded body. It could be you, or the next, as long as it was done correctly.

So nice of her as she glares at you from the door of your office that was always open. “What are your plans for tonight?” She says driving her veiny wrists into her slack pockets, her normal intimidating eyes driving into your soul.

“I should be done that paperwork by six, is there something else I need to get to you?”

“After that,” she remarks sternly, as if you should’ve know that, as if that was something she’d ever asked before.

“Uhh go home?” You answer dumbly, utterly confused by her insistence on your personal endeavors.

“Come out with us tonight. We go to max’s down the road,” it was a question with no opportunity for refusal. You didn’t say no to Dr.Anderson.

“Oh I don’t-“ you shake your head before she cuts you off.

“I know I can smell you. Seven. Tonight.”

Sprawled out, aggressively stripped of your outing dress, on her luxurious thousand thread cotton sheets. Dr. Anderson’s Louis Vuitton belt tied around your wrist, her attempt to regain dominance.

Even as she’s panting, muffled curses coming out as pleas as she grinds her soaking cunt against your own. Her clit is so swollen now, after completely abusing your hole. Her pent up arousal seeping into the sticky mess she created with her relentless thrusts earlier.

“Couldn’t fucking stop thinking ‘bout this,” she pants out, rutting into you like a dog in heat, her sticky white cum ruining her precious expensive sheets.

You can’t seem to find words to remark her pathetic admission, so completely fucked out from your previous orgasm.

Kneading your breast in her hand she brings her teeth to your neck, biting down on the thin flesh, sure to leave marks for everyone to see. But that wasn’t enough for her.

“Gonna cum in this needy pussy, let everyone know how much of a whore you are.”

A guttural moan leaves your throat, the thought of her marking you, claiming you as hers.

“Hmm the little slut likes that? Getting used as my fucking cumdump?”

The only thing you can seem to mutter out is a sad ‘mhmm’ as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

A ‘fucking slut’ is heard in the background as you feel her reposition herself, turning herself sideways inbetween your legs, throwing your leg over her shoulder. She reconnects your swollen clits, with the addition of sliding two of her thick fingers back into you. Slipping in with ease, coating her fingers with the mix of pearl slick.

“FUCK,” you come back to your senses at the new sensation, needing to hold onto anything but your hands are still bound by her belt.

“Still so fucking tight, need to stretch her out so it’ll only feel good when I do it.” Her pace beginning to quicken, her hips bucking into your thigh. Her teeth biting into the flesh of your thigh, holding back whimpers of your name.

“B-better take all my cum. Every last drop slut,” she begins losing herself, her thrusts only getting sloppier. Gripping into the flesh of your thighs to stabilize herself, trying to get you off again before herself.

“I-I promise doctor.”

Was what set her off, dropping her head back as her mouth gapes. “fuckfuckholyfuck,” her legs begin to shake, hot white cream dripping out of her pulsing hole, dripping down your clit and finding its home in your own twitching abandoned hole.

Huffing out as she regains her stability, realizing she’s losing time, her cum dripping down to her sheets and spreading. Not where she needed it.

She takes her fingers back to your cunt, scooping up what’s left, pushing it deep inside of you and keeping them as far as she can get.

“This is what you wanted huh? Nasty fucking mess stuffed with my cum,” she says with a grin of the devil herself. So pleased seeing you so dumb for her, another level of submission she could coax you into.

You give a pathetic nod, feeling her cum painting your walls as she’s deep in your cervix. She begins giving tantalizing licks to your clit as she watches your chest rise and fall.

“Abby please-“

Before you could finish you feel a rough grab on your belt adorned wrists, pulling you up to face her.

“Get the rest you missed.” She says pulling you down into the sheets, your mouth opening instinctively. Licking the cum soaked cotton sheets as she watches you from below her.

Once she’s satisfied she grips your jaw in her hand, guiding your gaze to her soaking cunt, still dripping with the mix of both of your orgasms-

“Every. Last. Drop.”

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]

Watching Abbys fav movie

Fluffy w a bit lot of smut ofc <3

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

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

Tag list: @mitski-lovesems

@cattjull

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

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

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

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

“Okay…”

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

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

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

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

“No...no um…melange, right.”

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

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

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

Her fingers would feel so good right now.

“Um…baby?”

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

“Have I bored you?”

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

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

“I see.”

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

“I didn’t say anything-“

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

“Abby this is…I feel stupid-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So. Close.

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

“Well that was a noise.”

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

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

“Shh…that’s my girl…”

“Fuck~” You whimper. Abby nods again. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Um…thank you? Then what…”

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

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

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

“I don’t know baby…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea.” You reply simply. “I do.”

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

A Dragonriders handmaiden 

(A Rhaenrya x Mysaria story)

@cattjull @mitski-lovesems

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

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

“Oh you want me to claim you, hm?”

“Yes Rhaenyra claim me.”

“Lykiri.”

“Fuck…” 

PFFT. Anyway enjoy the story.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your grace…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She stands up, smiling nervously at Mysaria. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you be burnt?”

Rhaenyra nods slowly, her eyes dancing with the flame. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do…you need to say tart, Nyra?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Need more.”

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

“What are you doing with that?” 

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

Rhaenyra does so and Mysaria ties it. 

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

“Remember the wor-“

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

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

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

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

“Wh- in front of me?”

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

“Mysaria. Get back here.”

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

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

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

Mysaria stands up, curling her fingers inside Rhaenyra again. 

“Gods- Mysaria what are y- ohfuckstopstop mmm”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course your grace.”

Farmer Abby and the Ranch owners daughter pt.2

I wrote a draft for this a few weeks ago and I don’t feel as connected to it so I’m rewriting rq. Hope you enjoyyy

Warnings: 18+ Smut, oral (Abby giving) fingering, Minors DNI

As usual, a few tags for my muts: @osteologistimpostor @mitski-lovesems @vamp1reg1rrrl

Pieces of straw tickled Claras hair and face as she shuffled on the beanbag. She could feel the presence of a body not far from her. Abby yawned softly, stretching her arms and rubbing her eyes. They lock quickly onto Clara who scrambles away like a kitten from a bath. Abby doesn’t react to this, just explains the situation in a cool tone. 

“Good morning.” She says with a cautious smile. Clara shakes her head, covering herself with the blanket. 

“I…I…” Stammers Clara in response. Abby exchanges a soothing look. “You came here in the middle of the night.” She starts to say. “You were tipsy and looking for me. I made sure you were alright, we talked, you fell asleep, I got you a blanket and then slept here to keep an eye on you.”

“But I…” Claras head is a metal tool rattling against steel. She tries to focus on the memories and they flood a chorus of nonsense in return. 

“I’m naked.” She blurts out. Abby’s face warms at this. 

“Half naked.” Abby corrects. “Nothing happened between us you…were coming onto me a little, I guess…but as soon as you took off your shirt I went and grabbed you a blanket straight away.”

“Coming onto you?? I wasn’t-“ Finally, one solid memory flashes through her like a bitter plague, the taste lingering on her tongue. She had torn her shirt off for her only hours ago. Begging for some sort of affirmation. Of approval. Clara didn’t know why she needed it so much. Not just approval but particularly from Abby. She had known the girl a few weeks and already she meant more to her than any other stranger she had aquatinted herself with. Clara sighs, nodding her head in defeat. 

“I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” States Abby matter-of-factly. “It was the alcohol. It’s fine I get the same way. All…fuck-the-closest-non-family-member-ey.” Clara laughs shortly, then her smile drops.

“Wait that’s not…I didn’t come here just because I was looking for a warm body. I wanted to see you. You know to…talk.”

Abby nods her head, fidgeting a little with her fingers. “It kind of felt like you wanted to do more than that.”

“I’m sorry. God I’m sorry. What did I do exactly?”

“Um…well you started reciting Shakespeare, so…I learnt that you’re a little English literature nerd.”

“Hey!” Clara gasps, finally laughing genuinely for a moment. 

“We talked about some things and then you took your shirt off. You wanted me to tell you if I thought you were hot.”

“And did you?”  Silence. For so long it felt like eons.

“Did I…what?” Abby finally pushes herself to ask. Clara shrugs, staring up into Abbys eyes with an innocent look that made Abbys stomach spin.

“Think I was hot?”

“I didn’t look. You were drunk.”

“Okay well it wouldn’t have been the first time….so” Clara steps towards her with an air of false confidence that makes even a woman of Abbys size shudder.

“I can’t discuss this.

“Oh come on. I’m not drunk anymore, it’s just an opinion, I’m a big girl I can handle it.”

“Stop that.”

“Abby-“

“Fine, fuck…yes you were hot…I don’t…” Clara stretches her hand up to Abby’s face which drops Abby’s mouth instantaneously. 

“So what are you going to do about it?”

And then, the delicate fuse, unable to control it’s proximity to an open flame, burst. Abby reached for Claras arms, grabbing them over Claras head and pushing her against the barns rough, wooden walls. She kisses Clara deeply, unaware or perhaps unbothered by Claras lack of experience in anything remotely romantic or sexual, immediately pushing her tongue into her mouth and drawing both a sound of surprise and allurement from the girl beneath her. 

Abby Kneels down.

“This is a bad idea.” Abby speaks, making her thoughts known more to herself than to Clara, as if trying to find her moral compass. This was not what she did. It shouldn’t be. Clara tilts her head back in anticipation.

“Abby…I don’t fucking care.” Abby nods, unzipping the skinny jeans that fit on Claras body like it had been hand crafted for her.

Finally, the jeans fall to the ground, revealing light blue panties and perfect skin. Abbys own body reacts at the site of it, and her face makes a smile of satisfaction. She pulls Claras shirt up just enough to reveal her stomach, leaving an assortment of kisses there. Then, she moves down to Claras waistline. Kissing and licking, building the anticipation to a point where Clara considered begging. She was saved from needing to, though, as Abby ripped her panties down and starting licking, unable to resist any longer.

Abby tongued her deep, lapping up the mess of all Claras sweet fantasies and desires, savouring the taste like fine wine. Gasps and gentle moans are strung from her lips so effortlessly, and when Abby finds the sensitive bundle of nerves that has Clara singing out in pleasure, Abby increases the pace.

“F…fuck mmm……..ahh~” Abby didn’t let up her movements, now grabbing onto either side of Claras body and digging her nails in. Clara extended a hand mindlessly to Abbys braided hair, gripping and tugging at it.

“S…s good FUCK- Mmm…” It was almost desperate, and Abby fucking loved it.

She pulls away for a moment and Clara looks down at her, worried Abby has changed her mind or starting to hate it.

“What’s wrong?” Clara asks, voice shaky from all her heavy breathing. Abby smiles reassuringly. 

“I’m gonna add a finger mkay?”

“What?” Clara gasps out, surprised. 

“I mean…I’m sure you finger yourself right?” Abby asks. Clara shrugs.

“Well sure, sometimes…I usually use the shower head..” Abby laughs at this. 

“Mmm shower head, huh? Classic. Well this shouldn’t hurt, but it might just have a little bit of a sting if nothings gone up there before.” Clara listens to her with wide eyes and Abby chuckles ever so sweetly again.

“You’ll be fine. I know you can take me, sweet girl.” Clara blushes at both the name and the vulnerability of Abby telling her this with her head inches away from her exposed cunt. Abby continues her licking and eases her index finger into her.

“FUCK~” She practically cries out, not expecting to feel so much. Abby laughs into the warm, delicious space she had immersed herself in. Abby thrusts her finger hard and fast now, each moan relaxing a nerve inside Abby, slowly pushing her into a space of absolute serenity where she would happily spend the rest of her days. 

She’s about to slide in another and Clara is so fucking close to completely losing herself to Abby when they barn door starts to open. 

“FUCK.” Clara whisper-screams. Abby continues and god Clara want’s nothing else but for it to continue, but with her last bit of will she pulls Abby’s face away.

“Abby stop, I think it’s my…my dad.” She moans. Abby looks up at her, glassy blue eyes just as shiny as her, rather drenched, face. “Fuck…really?”

“Yes- fuck get up.” She does as she says and Clara hides under the blanket. Abby quickly heads down the ladder, meeting him as the door opened. 

“Oh, Miss Anderson, you’re here early.” Addresses Clara’s father. She blushes profusely. 

“Oh I um, never left. I was milking the cows in the afternoon, I filled up the water tanks and then when I got to herding the sheep it was already pretty late so I just slept here…” Abby rambles. He nods.

“That’s very efficient. We’re glad to have you. I’m not sure how acquainted you’ve gotten with my daughter, Clara but..well usually she helps on the farm but… well sure as much as I’ve tried to inspire her in the world of ranch owning I can sense her wanting to flee the nest soon. Go off to college or…to meet boys or whatever it is young adults do. Anyway, it will be nice still having the company. And the help, of course.”

“Yes Sir, I’m happy to do it.”

“Have you seen Clara at all today? She usually makes me coffee in the morning but I guess she slept in. She wasn’t in her room so I thought maybe she wandered over here. Her mum and her used to come in here a lot.”

“Oh I see…no I haven’t seen her. I wasn’t expecting you back though. Weren’t you on a trip?”

“No, just in town this time. It was going to turn into one but a deal didn’t follow through.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Um…I…can make coffee. If you can’t find her I mean.”

“Oh sure, thank you miss Anderson.”

“Oh Abby is just fine Sir.” He gives her a gracious smile. 

“Abby then.”

The two of them walk out and Clara can finally remove the blanket, taking just about the deepest breath of her life. Well…that was…complicated. 

𝐹𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽 o𝓌𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇

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

@osteologistimpostor

@mitski-lovesems

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

So without further adieu:

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Coffee-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomorrow.”

***

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

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

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

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

“I…I…am sorry-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still here Ma’am.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh…Miss I’m so sorry.”

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

“Utah.” Claras eyes widen. 

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

“Well, you kinda knocked it when you…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…Miss I don’t-“

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

“Oh.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh….well I really shouldn’t be…”

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

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

“What did you just say?”

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

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

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

“Saturn? You sure it’s not a star?”

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

“You’re so drunk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think we should get you some water…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Jesus, Miss-“

“I consent now, just look.”

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

“Wanna see something else?”

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

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

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

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

“If you’ll have me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning.” Abby says. 

Fuck.

Obsessed much? (Ellie version)

A/N: okay so the obsession part hasn’t rlly been shown that much but this is only part 1. Sorry if it’s a little basic I find it so hard to write Ellie for some reason. (Ironic since she’s a main character in both games)

Warnings: I forget what smut there is but probably a lot of it. Minors DNI

I'll post more tmrw, I was a bit sick this weekend. Please leave requests for what to write next, I won't bite I promise.

Ellie Williams was the type of unpredictable woman that would laugh at your dumb jokes, help you with the animals, play guitar for you while you sing, show you her silly little comics and collectibles…or avoid you; not even glancing your way, not uttering a word to you, just listening while she anxiously shuffles in her place on the ground. Not only this, but she was also the type of person to obliterate her enemies, whether full fleshed, human person or infected. She’d never mention it either. Probably worried that if she talked about that certain gleam in her eye or the streak of relief she got on her face when her knife found itself in her enemies neck, you’d think of her less. That would be a ridiculous notion. 

It fucking bothered you when she’d get the way she was now.  Not the same Ellie who made irritated remarks you found so adorable. Not the same Ellie you could talk to about anything without feeling judged. She was different today, she had been recently. You’d catch her staring at you during movie nights and other events, and when you’d go to talk to her she’d fuck off some place, as if to drive you to insanity.  

The thing that made you want to scream more than anything about this whole situation though, was the fact that you had been partnered with Ellie, you had heard it confirmed multiple times, but after you were already dressed and packed, making your way to the horses, you heard Jesse tell someone he had been paired with Ellie last minute. You felt your blood boil. She couldn’t keep avoiding you forever, if you did something to upset her, she would have to say it to your face. 

——————————————————————

When Ellie finally got her sleepy ass to the stables, her eyes widened when she saw you patting your horse beside her own. She cleared her throat. 

“What, um…are you doing here?” She questions. You sigh.

“I’m great thank you for asking.” You respond sarcastically. Ellie brings her hand to the back of her neck nervously, clearly not going to be the one to extend the conversation any further. 

“I just thought Jesse was partnered with me today.”

“Why would you think that?” You shoot back immediately. She lets out a hesitant breath. 

“Nevermind.” Ellie decides to respond, mounting shimmer. You mount your own horse and follow her out. 

“So where are we headed?” You ask, and the question looks like it broke Ellie out of a trance.

“Oh…” She replies simply. “The houses up North have like a migrating herd…should be worth taking a look.” She explains. You nod.

“Hey Ellie…” You say, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Did…you hear about the Italian chef who died?” She slows her pace a bit so she can hear you better.

“One of our guys? I didn’t know we had anyone from Italy…”

“He pasta-way.” You say, trying to hide your laugh. 

“What?” She asks. You roll your eyes. “You know…cause pastas from Italy?”

“When was the last time you had fucking pasta?”

“It was just a joke El- never mind.” You mutter. She turns her head to look back at you and when she see’s your saddened look, she can’t help but feel guilty. 

Ellie opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, so you ride in silence until you get to the houses. You hitch the horses and get out your weapons rather quickly as this had become routine and head into the closest house. 

“Might be worth getting some supplies before we clear the rest out. There might still be something valuable.”

“No one’s lived here for years.” Ellie says bluntly. “Anything good would be pretty picked over by now.” You return your gaze to the floor.

“We could still look…” You mutter to yourself. 

You open a door an an infected jumps out. You quickly get it in the eye with your knife and it makes a loud thud in result.  Ellie runs in beside you.

“You okay??” She demands. You laugh lightly. 

“Yeah. Unfortunately for you I live to torment another day.” She doesn’t say anything, just continues looking at you with worry. 

“I’m fine El.” You reassure, and she finally eases up. You walk out of the house and keep walking down the abandoned street. You can’t help but admire the design. You would have loved to live in a nice, secluded house in an area like this. Ellie seemed less impressed.

“Ellie what’s wrong?” You finally ask her. She sighs.

“Nothing.”

“Enough with this already! You’ve been avoiding me all week and I know you tried to switch me with Jesse. If you don’t like me anymore just say that, don’t just treat me like I’m nothing and then pretend like you’re not doing that because it’s driving me crazy!” You exclaim. Ellie hesitates, fiddling with her fingertips. 

“I’m not avoiding y-“

“Oh cut the bullshit Ellie! What did I do to make you dislike me so?”

“I do like you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do…like you.” She explains, more slowly this time, finally looking into your eyes directly. Your gaze softens as you realise what she meant. 

“Oh.”

“But you had that thing with Alex and I didn’t want to fuck up the friendship but then I didn’t know how to talk to you. I don’t. Know how to talk to you I mean.” You laugh at her words, your mouth still wide with surprise.

“Wait…Alex? He’s gay.” 

“What? You don’t know that.”

“Everyone knows that…He literally told me the other day he that if Joel wasn’t ‘ancient’ he would, quote unquote, hit that.” You explain. Ellie shields her face in embarrassment. 

“Gross.”  She replies, blushing. You remain in comfortable silence for a while before she adds, “I threatened to cut his…” She groans at the memory. “I believe the words I used were ‘tiny dick’ off if he didn’t stop talking to you.” 

“Uh…” Is all you manage while laughing. 

Once your combined laughter dies down, like an uncontrollable impulse, Ellie grabs your face and pulls you into the deepest kiss of you life. You moan into it a little, and are embarrassed when you do so. You’ve wanted this for about a year now, Ellie wasn’t the only one who didn’t know how to act around the other. Ellie pulls away, smirking. Her usual confidence returning. 

“Shall we get inside.”

“Of that place?? What about the infected?” You ask. She laughs.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Okay let’s make sure it’s secure first.”  She instructs. You laugh back.

“So responsible.” You tease. 

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The two of you had been checking each room in anticipation. To be honest, you had expected something to happen. For an infected to jump you, for Ellie to say she was just pranking you all along, for there to be some hidden trap mine that you set off like the clumsy mother fucker you were, but there was nothing. Nothing but some couches, benches, and a bedroom.

“I’m gonna check the bedroom for supplies.”

“I said there’s not gonna-“

“Well I’m still going to check!” You reply defensively, causing you both to laugh.

When you get in there, you feel a layer of goosebumps kiss your skin when Ellie’s soft, deep voice is in your ear.

“So…did you find anything?” She questions, wrapping her hands over your lower waist. This was bold for her. Bolder than you had ever known she was capable of. It was like your reaction to her confession, the way you hadn’t shunned her or laughed or found her strange, it was as if this had awoken a new realm of confidence within her which you found most welcome. You let out a sharp breath.

“…No.” You admit. She chuckles. Fuck. And it’s the most seductive sound you’ve ever heard, more than your own fucking moans when you would touch yourself thinking about her. 

“I told you.” She teased, kissing your neck. You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to succumb to the sensation of her lips on your neck, pressing down hard enough to leave marks that would remain the next day. You let out a little whimper when her hand snakes down between your legs, but you grab her hand to stop it.

“No, want to touch you.” You exclaim, and she looks at you wide eyed, but agrees, unzipping her skinny blue jeans. 

“Get on the bed. Want to eat you out.” You say, feeling hazy with lust. She chuckles again at your enthusiasm and it makes you pool with excitement. You push her down playfully, admiring her thighs and nibbling at the inner parts of them. When she lets out a sharp exhale at the feeling, you lick and kiss over it comfortingly. 

Then you get to her grey underwear. You look up at her and she nods back comfortingly. The excitement is exhilarating as the anticipation of her taste ferments on your tongue. You’re not sure you’ve ever craved one thing so bad in your life. 

Deciding tasting her bare skin was too much too quickly, you decide to tongue her through the fabric, resulting in a chorus of strained moans and heavy breathing. You go a little faster and Ellie’s eyes roll back, but it’s not enough, you have to have more. 

Almost angrily, you tear her underwear off, licking a long trail across her glistening pussy. She lets out a harsh gasp and you smile into her cunt, flicking your tongue over where she was most sensitive this time. The taste of her is so phenomenal that you can’t help moan into her, moving your head around in the same rhythm as your tongue, causing Ellie to see fucking stars in a result. 

“Fuck babe, I like that…” She says, taking a handful of your hair and pushing your head down lightly into her cunt. The nickname surprises you, throwing you off slightly before you return to your constant and eager pace. 

Ellie had lost count of the amount of times she had fantasised about this. About even just kissing your soft, pretty lips or dragging her fingers between your cunt. Every time she had a thought like this though, she would feel so guilty she would avoid you for sometimes as long as multiple days. Now Ellie had proof that it wasn’t just her. That she wasn’t fucking crazy. The feeling of you tonguing her clit and moaning in between her fucking folds told her that she had a chance, a real chance to please you and to have you in all the ways she imagined. 

She was getting close now. You could tell by the way her moaning was becoming more high pitched, more desperate. Despite her clamped around your ears and almost screaming out for you, you take all the restraint with you to remove your mouth from her delicious pussy which was so eagerly throbbing for you. She stares at you blankly. 

“W…why, why?” She questions, clearing her throat and trying to collect her composure. You smile up at her, chin glistening. 

“You ignored me for weeks for such a stupid fucking reason when we could have been doing this the whole time. Apologise.”

“Look…I already explained it was-“ You tease her by dragging your index finger through her cunt. 

“Apologise.” You repeat. She shuts her eyes tight at the feeling. 

“S’sorry.” Ellie says, slurring her words. That would have to do, you decided, putting your mouth to her clit again. It’s only moments before her thighs are shaking and she’s tightening around your mouth, cumming harder than either of your had really anticipated. You come back up and she’s blushing at the sight of your dripping chin and mouth. 

Ellie pins you down on the bed, kissing you deeply and savouring the taste of herself between your kisses. She puts a hand on your neck, not squeezing for fear of hurting you, and looking at you pleadingly. You’re surprised and can tell Ellie has a series of things she wants to try with you. 

“Got a choking kink Ellie?” You question. She flushes red. 

“No…I just….I wanted-“ 

“I’m joking.” You reassure, kissing her again. “You can choke me harder.” She looks at you stunned, clearly trying to determine if you were messing with her or not. You laugh again.

“Ellie…harder…” You say, and this finally convinces her it’s okay, gripping your throat like you belong to her which you already know you do. 

She puts her free hand in your pants, allowing her fingers to move fluently against your underwear as if familiar with your body already. You gasp when she puts her hand in, with two of her long fucking fingers circling your clit in painfully slow circles. 

When you moan it’s like music to her ears. She’s so in her head. Scared she’ll make one wrong move and lose you. But as she moves her fingers just right she knowsupsetting you would be difficult, if not impossible you were so in heaven right now. Ellie smiles slightly in adoration. She removes her fingers with an arrogant look on her face when she sees your dissatisfaction with the loss of contacts. You don’t question her actions, just look at her unimpressed until she explains.

“Don’t worry babe…just gonna put you-“ She picks you up by the waist, positioning you on her bare thigh. “Up like this.” You flush, feeling the way your soaked cunt paints her thigh. She smiles at your expression, feeling mildly embarrassed herself.

“I’ve been dreaming about…well...” She realises her error and the way she has just confessed to, quite literally, dreaming about this. “About you getting yourself. On…me.” Ellie adds quickly. You nod, starting to rock your hips up and down the base of her thigh, sliding so fucking easily with how coated her thigh was in your slick.

“What else have you been dreaming about?” She uses her hands to guide your hips, helping you get off. 

“Tying you up…” Your eyes widen at her new found confidence. You’re excited to see how she acts when she’s not holding back like she so loved to do. 

“Getting you overstimulated moaning my name knowing there’s nothing you can do about it.” You moan loudly, eyes shutting tight. 

“Mmm…toy…or strap? Maybe your…oh fuck….your mouth?” You question. And fuck, you’re close.

“Toy. Want to watch you cum without me even needing to touch you so that when I do you’re so fucking cockdrunk and I’ve only just begun.”

“Nghh….Ellie~” 

“Shhh…shh cum for me, cum….”

“G…gonna..”

“I know.” And just like that, your thighs are shaking, your eyes rolling into your head. You stop your rocking and she just holds you in place. 

You ease off her thigh and sit in her lap. She kisses your neck and you laugh simply at the unexpectedness of everything. 

“Something funny?” Ellie prys with a smile. 

“We’re supposed to be patrolling.” You remind her. She shrugs. 

“This is way more fun. Got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” 

“Ellie….you never even talk to me.” Ellie sighs, shuffling the two of you in position. 

“Couldn’t. Not when…”

“You’ve been thinking about me all the time? Obsessed much?” She hits you playfully.

“Shut u-“

“Make me.” You interrupt. And needless to say she was going to do just that. 

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.