Ty! I'm Surprised Not Many People Have Liked This- Do Ya'll Not Watch Game Of Thrones? Regardless It's
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.”
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Watching Abbys fav movie
Fluffy w a bit lot of smut ofc <3
A/N: This probably wouldn’t be Abbys favourite movie so I just chose one I had seen sorry ya’ll, thanks for understanding. It also probably wouldn’t have been made by then but this is just a fan fic.
(This reminds me of that tiktok audio: “stole the kraggle, the most powerful object in the universe. Blah, blah, blah. Proper name, place name, backstory stuff.)
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@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.”
MOREE ABBYYYYYY❤️
𝒮𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓌 𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎
(tysm for your request, not sure if this is a new idea or reused but I hope you like it. Sorry for not posting I've had a lot going on <3)
It could be said that Abby loved her life. At least that was the impression others got from the proud smile she wore like armour around the base. She enjoyed all the privileges she got from being an amazing soldier, (and Issacs favourite.) The large room with a gorgeous view, personalised weapons, her own dog. Though she supposed what Abby liked more was the stability of it all. A regular routine of shower, coffee, assignment, gym, shower, sleep, with a few variations for messing around with Manny in the shooting range of course, or getitng whiteface drunk to a point she would be out of commission for the few days following.
It was her new friendship with you that was different. The abnormality in Abbys routine. She found she’d skip her morning meal to find you. To ask how you slept and to hear you talk about anything. It could be anything at all and still sound like the sweetest harmony only found in the most peaceful of places.
Her frequent visits to the shooting range and undefeated win streak against Manny was replaced with watching movies by your bed or sitting in your room and talking. Abby truly beleived you could talk forever and she would never tire of hearing your voice. It was this that bothered her. That kept her mind that usually flowed in a simple pattern, questioning everything she thought she knew about herself.
She thought about her sexuality a few times she supposed, though the construct of it never really bothered her. She had many friends who were lesbian, and Abby had had a few sexual partners both male and female, but she had never really had feelings for a person enough to allow it to form her identity.
That was until you stepped out of the shower. Her shower, mind you, after you had formed another bullshit excuse to ensure the two of you were close. It was a thing the both of you were familiar with. To the point you almost beleived what you were saying.
“Hey, um…it might be a hassle trying to make sure we get our gear at the same time if we’re in our own rooms, you know how the main hall can be.”
“True, yeah, everyone always wanting to make conversation. If we go in together it will save time”
“Yeah, yeah exactly…”
“Do you want to stay here?”
Which got you to where you were now. More or less.
“God I’m tired. How many infected do you that was that? 20? 25? And all stuck beneath the floorboards of that shop, jesus.” You speak softly, closing the door of Abbys room behind you both as you enter it, feeling pretty familiar with her room by now. Abby lets out a soft sigh.
“Yea it was pretty heavy. Do you need anything? A drink or-“
“Not yet, thank you, I should probably head back, I’m dying for a shower.” Abby sighs, shoulders sinking at your words. When the two of you exchange enough insignificant words to decide that you would finally stay there, Abby adds carefully.
“You can use my shower.”
“I don’t have any clothes.” You offer quietly. Abby clears her throat, feeling a sudden uncomfortableness burning through her before she managed the words; “You can borrow one of my shirts.” The thought of this is unerving. Not in a negative way, necessarily, but more a way that thrilled you and caused an irritating amount of nervousness to flush over your body in a rather aggressive wave. You consider saying no. ‘I can just put these clothes back on’ you thought, but the smell of your own clothes were almost nauseating after the assignment you two had just been on.
You clear your throat in turn.
“Thanks…” Abby nods, eyes glued to the ground. When you leave the shower after what was probably an eternity of allowing the addictive warm water cleanse any trouble you had had in your life away, you leave the shower wearing just Abbys shirt. It’s so long on you you didn’t need to wear pants, plus you were both close enough friends that you had changed around each other before. You were certain there would be no issue in having Abbys light blue tee shirt just long enough to hide the curve of your ass. It makes you look smaller, you supposed, and the shirt looked so nice on you, colour complimenting your hair, skin and eyes perfectly.
“Hey the showers…free” You say, eyes drawn to the way Abbys own are locked onto you like a hawk to prey. The contact to your body is so tense you thought she truly could shed your clothes away by just blinking her eyes.
“What did you wanna watch this time? 12 angry men or….ET?” You ask. Abbys jaw is agape. She has no intention of disrespecting you or your image, and it’s as if a part of Abby she usually kept burried beneath her had clawed itself out with the way she blatantly stared at your legs, then back at you and all the way up and down your body.
“Does it not look good?” You ask, starting to feel vulnerable. Abby snap backs into reality at this.
“What? No it looks so good on you.” Abby blurts out. You smile cautiously at this. “Thanks.” You sit down on her bed, moving over to leave her room.
“So ET…?”
“What? Oh fuck, yeah sure…sorry.” She says quickly, as if miles away. As the movie starts you can still feels her eyes on you, to the point where you’re not sure she’s looked at the screen once.
“Abby…” She puts her hands on your waist, feeling the fabric.
“I like my shirt on you…” She mutters. You body feels like it’s on fire at the feeling of her large hands and either side of you. You feel like you can’t get a single word out. Your face goes bright red. Abby moves her hands up your shirt.
“Woah, Abby…”
“Shit. Fuck, sorry…I was…in my own head I didn’t mean to-“ She quickly removes her hands your chest. You smile reassuringly at her, picking up her hands and putting them back.
“It’s your shirt Abby. You can touch me wherever you want.” Abby blushes, carefully moving her hands over your tits.
“Fuck.” Abby curses under her breath. You’re unsure how to react in the situation. If all the fantasies you had had over your friend adorned in sweat and mud from patrol or freshly glistening and smelling of god damn pine trees was just as requited as you thought, or if she too felt the eletrictiy that sent almost painful spikes down your body.
“I’m gonna do something stupid.” Abby remarks in a shroud of unnerving calm. “Promise you won’t hate me if you hate this.” The lock on her watercolour eyes intensitifed, your mouth letting out a gust of cool air at your lack of audbile words.
“Hate what?” You breathe. Abby shakes her head, as if to dismiss more than just the sentence, but anything that could ever go wrong between you.
“Just promise.” She whispers. You nod and she presses the pads of her fingers on your face in one smooth, possessive action, pushing your face into hers as she kisses you. Pulling away for a second but not long enough to gage your reaction before pushing your mouth open with her tongue and exploring it with a longing as deserved as fresh water to a man stranded at sea.
She moans into it a little, hands still holding your soft cheeks. She pulls away for a second, scanning your features for any sign of error. She found none, of course, for with all your confusion was equal parts lust as you leaned back in and let her take what she had spent so long pretending she didn’t fucking crave. Abby moves her hand down your long shirt, well, her shirt. The one that was on you, in any case, and trails along the rim at the very bottom.
She uses the other hand to snake around your neck ever so softly and pulling it towards her lips, licking and sucking all over the warm flesh there.
You let out a small moan and Abby smiles ever so proudly, her earlier awkwardness vanishing like a dream from a waking mind. Abbys hand has been on your thigh for a while, squeezing and caressing, but now it’s found it’s way where you want it the most, but Abby doesn’t touch you. She won’t until she’s absolutely sure you want it.
“And…” Abby begins, her voice seeming so much louder with the lack of conversation. “Would it be even stupider of me if I started moving my hand?” You want to laugh at just how in character of her that entire sentence was, but instead you decide not to utter a word at all, simply grabbing her hand and moving it over your clothed clit. Abby’s head rolls back at the feeling of you on her hand and if it wasn’t you, if she didn’t want to treasure you and take her time worshipping every inch of your body and perhaps claiming it in the process, she wouldn’t have wasted any time before fucking you within an inch of her life.
She pushes her middle and ring finger down between your folds, coating it into the soaking mess you had made over her. Then, with that same, cocky fucking smile, she plants it directly on your clit, almost just to prove a fucking point that, like with everything else in her life, she was good at this too.
You let out a soft whimper when she draws tight circles, her fingers reaching places you couldn’t and feeling infintely better than what you could give yourself. This fact both thrilled, irritated and worried you. You worried if this was just a one time thing, an experiment when Abby was bored. You had heard of her doing it to others, giving random girls godly head and never talking to them again or god forbid letting Owen put his 4 inch in her. Quite frankly you couldn’t accept the idea of Abby doing that to you. Your best friend who you trusted, fucking you with her fingers, treating you like a fucking saint, only to not…
“Abby…” You sigh out as she increases the pace. It’s embarassing how close you were. It had been all of what? A minute and a half? And you had been actively trying not to cum just to prove some sort of fucking point to her that not even you knew what it was. Abby lets out some sort of breathy laugh, smiling proudly at the site of you. Well, that and the sound of your wet cunt drooling over Abby as you so often did in your sleep.
“ohfuck…” You say, whole body bucking against her hand and eyes shutting fiercly when you finish. Abby kisses all over your neck, removing her fingers and licking over them.
“Mm…” She remarks. “Knew you’d taste good.”
Not entirely knowing what had possessed you, you climb onto Abbys lap, grabbing each side of her face and kissing her deeply, grinding up and down her body like it was yours to use. To own. You pull away and Abbys adorable, bright blue eyes mimic that of a deer in headlights. You move to take off the shirt she had given you, but she stops you.
“No.” Abby exclaims in a low voice. “Don’t you fucking dare….” She demands breathily, still recovering from the kiss, undoubtedly. You look at her with confusion, trying to gage whether you had crossed some sort of line, which you would find ironic from the girl who planted her fingers into you with no regard of conseuqnence.
“Gonna fuck you in it.” She explains. You nod, sighing out with an air of releif.
She lets you play out your fantasy for a while, moving across her muscular body to releive some of the tension in your pretty clit. Then, once Abby is satisfied, she reasserts the control you both already knew she had on you and she grips your hips, pulling you off of her.
“Stand up. In front of me let me see you.” Abby instructs, though her voice is lingered with a desperation so intense it could be mistaken for begging- not that Abby would be caught doing that in her life time.
You do as she says, partially because she looks as if she might break if you do not. Abby looks you up and down slowly, admiring you and commiting every detail to memeory.
“Look at you…” She says. “You are breath taking.” You want to laugh at the statement. As your best friend she compliments you a lot but, never like this. She gets off of the bed and starts feeling the material of the shirt.
“Look at this. Looks like a dress on you.” You lean in to kiss her but Abby isn’t finished.
“Fuck…you’re so…small. Compared to me, i mean.”
“Abby…”
“Fuck….it makes me want to just…fuck you so fucking hard.”
“You really want to do this Abs? What about our friendship?”
“Fuck that. God I could throw you around. Could fuck you like that. Small thing like you would probably break.”
“I’m not that fragile.” You laugh gently. A weak attempt of concealing your own arousal at her vulgar language.
“Hm.” She scoffs. “Lie down.” You comply and watch her walk over to her bathroom, then come back with a black strap.
“Jesus Abby.”
“What? You never know when your best friend is going to look like a fuckable little toy in her best friends shirt now do we?” You laugh at this and she puts her fingers back inside you.
“Ah, she’s perfect for me.” Abby remarks, settling the strap to her waist.
“Arms above your head.” You do as she asks and with one hand, one fucking hand, she covers both of your own, gripping them tightly.
“Jesus fuck. Look at you beneath me. I fucking cover you.”
“Would you stop teasing and do it now?” You ask. She looks at you, impressed.
“My greedy girl, huh?”
“Yours?” She pushes it into you, causing a loud moan straight away.
“Mine.”
“Mmmfuckohmygod…” is the noise you end up making as she found her consistent rhythm, your hips making a satisfying noise every time she hit into you. She would scan your body for signs of discomfort on occasion, her face seeming to absorb panic as she does so, but from the drooly moans slipping from your lips, it was safe to assume you didn’t want her to stop.
She puts a hand on ur neck.
“this okay?” She asks, removing it to give you a chance to talk. You nod eagerly.
“Mhm…” you say, as if caught in a distant dream. Abby laughs, putting her hand there and continuing to go into you nice and fast and hard, like you always imagined Abby would fuck.
“Please…gonna” you babble, words becoming a barely audible, strained noise with her hands on your throat. Abby smirks proudly.
“I know, I know love, you gonna’ cum?” You nod, nails digging into anywhere you can grab when she lets one of your hands loose.
“You’re my fucking girl now. Don’t let anyone touch you. You got that?”
“Mmm….mhm” you reply dumbly, feeling dizzy from pleasure.
When you finally cum, it’s a dramatic affair, practically screaming out from how good she hits all the places that drive you crazy. Abby could cum just from the sight of your fucked out face, but she doesn’t grant you the relaxing experiencing of a post orgasm. No. She bucks into you a few more times, hitting into you with a purpose, ensuring you would feel exactly where she had been. That’s when she cums herself, emitting a high pitched, soft and beautiful sound you couldn’t have even envisioned her making had you not experienced it yourself just now. She laughs at your expression.
“Oh relax, you did great.” She says, removing the strap and unclipping it from her lower waist. You roll your eyes.
“Do you at least want your shirt back?”
“Keep it. You should know by now I love you wearing it.” You flash her a curious expression.
“Because it makes me look small?” You question. She shrugs.
“You ARE small.” Abby corrects, and you chuck one of her pillows at her.
The atmosphere shifts a little and you stand up, avoiding her eyes a little:
“You said I’m yours… did you mean that?” Abby walks over to you, snaking her hands around your waist.
“Well this wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to ask but, will you be my girlfriend?” Her tone is unsteady and seeing the vulnerable, nervous side of this almost 7 foot tall unit of a woman always made your heart feel full.
“Yea.” You reply simply. “Why not.” It’s her turn to throw the pillow at you now.
“Why not? I see how it is.” She says, kissing you deeply.
“Oh and, I know you just showered but…”
“Yea…” you say, feeling the sweat and…other liquids on you as well as noticing them on Abby.
“So…round 2 then?” Abby asks, and you laugh, leading her into the shower.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Hey guys, this is my first post so I’ll need to set up some ground rules, feel free to skip.
First of all I write NSFW/18+ content, but I will write other content upon request. If you are a minor, evaluate whether or not you will interact with my content at your own risk, but if you find it innaproopitate, please scroll.
I’m an Abby girly, but this is just a Dina fic to test the waters, a full Abby NSFW fic will be released on my page soon too.
The plot dragged on more than I would have liked, I’ll have the smut in bold if u want to skip to that ;)
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Comforting Dina after Ellie leaves
You were relatively new to Jackson. You had been picked up by Jesse’s patrol when moving through a dangerous part of town and had been offered a place there if you could pull your weight. You are a good shot, and cook, for that matter, so finding your place wasn’t too difficult. Still, you felt like an outsider to people who had been there most or all of their lives, and Dina was one of the people who made the adjustment the smoothest.
You always felt safe with her, and had even developed feelings. When you watched her kiss Ellie that night in town, you let your heart break for the last time before moving on.
At least, you thought you had moved on. You still thought about her every day, even if you tried to push the thoughts away.
You were coming back from a regular supply route when you spotted a girl on a horse. She had beautiful, silky black hair in a bun and was wearing a pale yellow flannel.
Was that…?
“It’s Dina!” Someone called excitedly from the gate.
A sharp sensation ran through your body and you found yourself letting out a shaky breath you weren’t aware you had been holding.
Dina. The girl who in the middle of a fucking outbreak, has more fire than a group of soldiers combined. The girl who makes dumb jokes that only she could make sound so sweet. The girl who’s smile was brighter than any light the fireflies so desperately wanted to find, the girl you…liked.
You pull the reins and approach the gate swiftly, leaving your patrol group behind.
When you dismount at the gate and lock eyes with her, it was as if all your pain was, not forgotten, but almost gone. As if Dina had stuck bandaids over the wound.
Dina lets out an excited gasp and runs at you, holding you in her arms tightly.
“I was hoping you’d be here.” She speaks quietly, still smiling as she pulls away from the hug. You nod, barely looking into her eyes as you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.
“Is everything okay? Why’s Ellie not with you guys?” You ask as you plant a soft kiss on JJ’s forehead.
A pale look touches Dina’s ordinarily warm features, and you know immediately what that look implies.
“Oh…oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s fine. She’s gone.” Dina says, forcing a soft smile and ignoring the tears in her eyes.
“We’ll have a patrol pick up your stuff tomorrow.” Mariah says, approaching Dina and giving her a hug herself.
Mariah walks behind you, leaning in to your ear.
“Look after her, you’re dismissed from your duties today, your only job is putting a smile on that girl, okay?” She whispers, and Dina seems too lost in her own head to notice.
You nod. “Of course, thank you.”
You take her hand and lead her through the town.
“You hungry?” You ask, eyes wide with worry. She nods.
“Yeah, actually, but I don’t really want to be smothered by people right now.”
“Oh, sorry do you want me to-“
“No, I want you to stay.” She reaffirms, and you nod, still feeling considerably nervous.
You walk past the butcher and the man working there smiles brightly.
“It’s great to have you back Din’s!” Dina forces a smile again.
“Yea…thanks.” She says.
“Uh…What can I get you guys? It’s on me today.” The man says again. You nod and look at the options.
“I’ll get some of those sausages and I know it’s a stupid question but, do you have any steak?” He laughs.
“The answer to that would be no, but Dina can have my sandwich, I was saving it for later but it’s the real good stuff, had to give some trading cards and ammo but, I’m only the cook, what would I do with ammo anyways.”
“Kill me some steak maybe?” You remark, making Dina smile.
“I’m pretty sure he would kill the cow…I don’t think you can “kill steak” Dina informs her, an amused expression still evident.
“Potato potato Dina.” She turns to face the man again.
“What’s in it?” Dina asks.
“Premium pork-“
“She’s Jewish…” You say, instinctively. She looks at you and the man just has a confused expression.
“So…?”
“Well Jewish people typically don’t eat Pork or…shellfish, so-“
“Oh sorry, I didn’t know.
“How did you know that?” Dina asks. You shrug.
“You told me you were Jewish so I read a book about it.” You explain, matter-of-factly. She looks impressed, but doesn’t say anything.
The man hands you the bag with the meat inside.
“Thanks.” You say, leading Dina away again.
“Is there anyone you want to say hi to?” You question. You can hear the snow crunch under your feet. She shakes her head.
“Not today, not like this.” You nod.
“I’ll take you back to yours then, grill you up some lunch. Smothered in onion right?”
“The smellier the better.” She laughs weakly.
When you get to her place, the cold air hits you square on and you both shiver.
“Fuck it’s cold.” Dina remarks, and you can’t help but laugh at her bluntness.
“I’ll get a fire going.” You tell her, taking the lighter out of your pocket. You turn the power on and put the sausage in the fridge.
“I really need a shower…” Dina admits, and you turn to look at her again.
“Uh…alright, yeah I’ll just…I’ll just wait here.”
“Thanks.” She says, walking up to her room and folding up some clothes by her bed.
You then see her turn on the hot water generator and step in to the shower.
You wait by the fire for 5 minutes, then 10. Then, a faint voice over the bathroom exhaust.
“Hey can you come in here please?” You stand up, nervously and make your way to the bathroom, opening the door only a fraction and turning around so you can’t see her.
“I’m here…” You explain, your voice sounding more high pitched than usual and making you cringe.
“I couldn’t find a towel and it’s freezing out. Can you try and find one for me?” She asks. Your cheeks, now a new shade, shape into a nervous smile.
“Of course, where should I look?”
“My room, it’s at the top.”
“Sure.”
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When you return, you see Dina, completely exposed, standing in front of you out of the shower.
You immediately turn around and shut your eyes, bumping into the door during the commotion. She chuckles.
“Turn around.” She instructs, and you do so with your hand over your eyes. Dina rolls her eyes, grabbing your hand and placing it back down.
“What are-“ You don’t even know what to say, you don’t even know what words are anymore. Instead, you just admire her body, the way her complexion paints her body like the artwork it is. The way her hips curve out ever so slightly in ways that her devilish clothing concealed.
“Why didn’t you write me?” She asks, trying not to smile at your currently dropped jaw.
“I um…” With her permission, you now glance at her breasts. You try to convince yourself you’ve never thought about what they might look like before, but you give up trying to convince yourself of that and decide they are more beautiful than anything you have or could have imagined.
“Did you not get my letters?” She asks, and now you look back to her eyes.
“Um…I did.” You admit, feeling the heat spread to the back of your neck now.
“Ah, so you just didn’t want to respond?” You roll your eyes.
“That’s not it.”
“Then what?” She asks, sounding more angry than you would have thought. She lets out a deep breath.
“I thought about you all the time, you know? Did you ever think about me?”
“All the time. But how was I supposed to respond? ‘Dear Dina, I’m so happy you and your girlfriend decided to raise sheep and a baby together away from everyone, I’d go visit but I have duty, send my regards to Ellie?’
“Okay, okay, but you could have at least kept me informed, tell me about your life, I mean you could have been dead for all I know.”
“You wouldn’t have believed that.”
“Don’t be so full of yourself. You may have never missed a shot with a rifle, you may not be the kind of girl to go into a house without taking out every single infected first, but I hate to break it to you, you’re not invincible. As unlikely at it would have been, you could have been dead.”
"Fine. But you wouldn’t have cared what I had to say anyway. ‘Dear Dina, I woke up, had breakfast, went on patrol with another stranger who I wished on everything was you instead, but they weren't. I went home, showered and slept like I do every day.”
“I would have cared. I do.” She mutters. You sigh.
“Well I’m sorry. It was just hard for me, hearing you so happy with someone so…”
Dina’s eyebrows raise.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have.”
“Finish your sentence.” Dina argues. You take a deep breath.
“Stupid. She was stupid to have left you, I never would.”
“Yeah well, Joel was the only person Ellie loved.”
“You don’t really believe that…”
“Well to think she truly loved me and chose to leave anyway for a bit of revenge hurts even worse.” You don’t know what to say, you just nod and hand her her towel. She tosses it on the ground.
“Want to hear what I left out in my letters?”
You’re still blushing over her naked body, but nod.
“sure.”
“Dear (reader) I’m trying to be happy with Ellie and JJ and yet all I can think about is you. Sometimes Ellie treats me like I’m nothing and I know why she does, but it hurts to think how well you would treat me if you were here. You’d probably tell me, “it’s okay…” She pauses. “I’m here…” You’d say.” You don’t know how to react to this, so you just keep listening.
“Dear (reader), Ellie left today, and even though it hurt, like nothings hurt before, I feel like a horrible person.” You walk towards her, looking upset at her words.
“Why would you feel like a horrible person?” Dina lowers her head, looking ashamed.
“Because even though I did love her, when she left it felt freeing, and then I saw you at that gate and it felt as if the part of me she took was never really gone at all.”
“Dina…”
“No, don’t fight it.” She says, grabbing your face and placing a warm kiss on your mouth. You sink into the heat of the kiss, tasting her more passionately now. You pull away from the kiss and you see her eyes, consumed with darkened lust.
“Dina.” You say again, more stern this time.
“You broke up with Ellie only a few weeks ago, you’re still hurting and I will NOT be your rebound. Not when I have spent almost an entire yer lo…” You stop yourself.
“You mean a lot to me Dina, I’m not going to ruin this-“
“Please.” Dina says, kissing your neck and making your legs feel weak as a result.
“I’ve been craving you for longer than you could ever realise. I didn’t even truly know till…till I saw you just now” She says between breaths, wrapping her arms over your neck to pull you into a hug. The warmth of her bare skin is elevating, and it feels like every sensation you experience is heightened.
“I’m not going to take advantage of you Dina.”
“You think I’m unattractive?” She asks, and you pull away from the hug, putting a hand on her face.
“Dina, when I look at you I don’t just see my best friend, I see the most beautiful of women. The girl I have liked since I first came to Jackson.” You explain, feeling emotional to bring these thoughts to words.
“You are a rare jewel, and I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”
“I know you think I’m not acting on logic, but there has always been something between us. Ellie…she was like an addiction, something I thought I needed to function. I always had to be one way with her, but with you I feel happy, safe. I’ve dreamt of this ever since Ellie and I broke up and I spent the whole ride here just wishing you would feel it back.”
Smutttttttt ya’lllll
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“I….don’t want you to regret this.”
“Then don’t give me anything to regret.” Dina speaks smoothly, kissing you deeply again. You sigh into her mouth and let your tongues dance as your hands slowly lower to her shoulders, your fingers gently trailing her cold skin, still damp and glistening with small water droplets.
You push her back against the sink, the air between you two barely existent as you gasp excitedly and desperately between kisses.
You lower yourself, putting yourself into a position between her legs.
“Can I?” You ask, and Dina gleams at the indication of what you want to do, her head leaning back with anticipation.
You take a moment to admire her cunt, drawing a line between her folds all the way up to her clit with your thumb.
She’s already wet. You can tell by the way your finger glides in, the way she glistens, it turns you on even more, if that were possible. Then, with your thumb still on her clit, you start doing tricks with your index finger, enjoying the sounds of her shaky breaths as you finger her with just the tip of your index finger.
You continue with your fingers, pushing your entire index finger inside this time. She cries out, moaning in pleasure. You remove your finger and suck your index and middle finger before putting them both inside her. You doubt it would have made a differences, she was so wet anyway it would have gone in like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. After caressing the inside of her cunt with your fingers for a few minutes, you decide to finally feed the burning desire to taste her, to feel her come undone on your tongue.
Without so much as a warning, you start eating away at her cunt, sucking and licking sloppily, savouring every inch of her like it’s a 3 course meal.
“F….fucking h… mmm…” Dina struggles, biting her middle finger softly in a barely successful attempt of suppressing the sounds escaping her lips.
You smile, using this as an excuse for more air before going back and attacking her again with your tongue. She tastes so fucking good. You could get drunk off the taste, in fact, you would be a fucking alcoholic if that was the case.
“Oh shit…Oh sh…mmm….so-“ She struggles, letting out a deeper moan this time. “good.”
You move your tongue faster in circular motions on her clit while sucking on her lower lips at the same time. By this point, anything Dina tries to say is inaudible, replaced with fast paced moans and whimpers.
“S….s…mmm…..so..clo-“ She cries out. You don’t stop. You keep going even after it pulses in your mouth and your throat is filled with your new favourite taste. The taste of her.
When it becomes too much for her, she pulls your face away, breathing deeply, eyes slightly shut from the overstimulation.
“Was that…” You hesitate, face red. “Good?” Dina laughs.
“Fuck off.” She manages, still in a stage of ecstasy.
“I don’t want to move too fast or anything but…do you want to have…” You say, clearing your throat “um…” Dina smiles again, nodding.
“Fuck yeah.” With this, you pick her up and bring her to the bedroom just outside the door. As soon as you two are on the bed, she practically tears your shirt off, immediately kissing all over your body. She flips you so her body is on top of yours.
“You look so fucking hot Dina…” You breathe out as she bites down slightly on your neck. She rolls her eyes playfully.
She pulls off your underwear, tossing it on the floor beside her bed.
“I want to do it to you too.” Dina says casually, and you initially feel insecure about letting her, but you agree.
“Mm.” You say as she disappears under the covers. You then feel her hands pulling your legs apart and you help part the way for her. You practically shiver as the starts tonguing your pussy delicately, with a lot more precision than when you did it to her, as if starved.
She then started sucking and the moan that left your mouth was instantaneous. She keeps going and you feel yourself started to soak as you claw on to the bed sheets below.
“Feels so good.” You say, and she keeps going till you feel your body tremble and pulse. She looks up at your, feeling satisfied with your expression. She wipes her mouth with her thumb and then sucks on it for a second, maintaining eye contact with you.
So goes back to the previous position, pulling your body down so it’s below her.
“It’s still cold.” She states as the bareness of your bodies connect. You smirk beneath her.
“Whatever will we do about it?”
“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me.” She orders, and so you let her have her way.
She pushes your leg down and positions herself so she is sitting over it, then you feel her pussy rub on yours and your eyes immediately roll back at the sensation. Without the pleasure of your clit even in the equation yet, you feel as if you’re melting.
Then, she pulls you in closer, moving you just right and making you moan desperately.
“Dina please…” You sigh out as she moves her hips painfully slow in a circular motion.
“J…just like that.” You say again.
Her hands are on your thighs when she starts to pick up speed. She’s moaning too now, her beautiful features looking even better covered in sweat and pleasure.
“Faster….please?” You ask, your voice sounding more helpless than you would have liked. She continues at her current pace, a cruel smirk on her mouth.
“This…” She gasps, riding the sensation. “Is for not stopping earlier when I had already…” You try to increase your own pace and she shoves your legs back down with her full body strength.
“You can come when I say.” She gasps, wrapping her fingers softly around your neck.
“You like that?”
“Mmm.” You reply, eyes closed shut. It isn’t long before a familiar sensation stirs in the pit of your stomach, as bad as you wanted to come, and also didn’t want this to end, it was the best and most conflicting thing you had ever experienced. ,
Dina finally complied and went faster, and you sing out a chorus of moans and whispers.
“I’m gonna cum…” Dina says, still holding you close. “Cum with me.” She says again. You nod, kissing her quickly as you both release on top of each other, liquid lining your bodies and trailing down onto the bed.
You just hold each other, ignoring the stickiness of the situation and letting comfortable silence fall before you too fall back onto the bed, looking into her eyes fondly.
“Do you…regret it yet?” You ask. She shakes her head.
“The only thing I regret is wasting all that water, I’m going to need another shower after all that…excitement.” You both laugh. You lean into her ear and whisper, “We can save water by showering together?” Her smirk widens and she nods.
“The things we do for this town.”
“Mhm.”
This is rlly random but Violyn HC
(Yes I'm aware I didn't spell Caitlin right throughout the whole thing)
So in my opinion Cait tops- I just want to put that out there I feel like 100 percent shes in charge and Vi literally lives to service Caitlin. In saying that:
I randomly had this CaitVi headcanon that ever since their first moment in the prison Catilin will randomly ask Vi to 3at her out. The suddenness of it making Vi flustered.
For example they could just be walking down a street. Not many people around, Vi is discussing something random and interesting that happened in her day and Catilin will stop her and ask her to go down.
If they are in a public space, Catilin will still ask this of Vi, leaving her in an awkward and needy state in front of their friends as she finds ANY excuse to leave.
Catilin loves giving and receiving around equally, maybe with a slight preference for giving, (just so she can leave marks on Vi) but whenever Vi is going down on her she'll pet her head almost like a dog and Vi absolutely eats it up every time (literally.)
That's all folks. Do you agree?
I know I'm primarily a TLOU account and most of my followers are lesbians and/or women but would ya'll be interested in a Jayvik fic I just wrote?
@mitski-lovesems
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AAAA WE NEED MORE DOM/NEEDY ABBY OML.
Just posted another one 🤭
missing your abby fics, you write her so well☺️☺️
Ur so sweet darling. I'll write her again, any particular request?
𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐸𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒.
No outbreak
(Mini fic- a lot shorter than my usuals, longer one coming next, see announcement for more info)
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It had been a long day for Ellie at work. She worked in administration in a hospital who made her do just about everything for just about nothing. This is what she got for trying to make a difference she guessed. One file at a time. Ellie wasn’t the kind to be silent about it either. “How was work?” “fine.” No. If it sucked, you’d hear about it.
The key clicked and the front door opened. It was around 10pm. You had just been chilling on the couch, watching one of those shows with way too many episodes to be healthy and letting time tick by. A chorus of irritated huffs and sighs escaped your girlfriends lips before you could even greet her.
“Ellie! You’re home, hey baby.” You say excitedly. She sighs.
“Hey babe.” She groans, giving you a quick and resilient hug. You let out a sigh. You were craving her. Bad. But when she was in one of these moods the last thing she wanted to do was use any more energy on talking or…well especially what you had been thinking about all these hours that you were alone here.
“I can heat you up some leftovers if you’re hungry?”
“No. Thanks though, I’m just gonna take a shower and then play some games before bed.”
“Okay. Oh um, want…me to join you?” You question, and she laughs lightly, planting a soft kiss on your lips.
“I won’t be long.”
It was easier to pretend you had been joking, which Ellie at least thought you were, even if every part of you ached to have your body soften under the heat of the shower while she eats you out and the condensation makes you feel faint and- whatever. It was a joke, you repeated to yourself.
You scooped yourself a small bowl of ice cream and had been picking at it with a teaspoon for a while, starring back at the screen. After around 15 minutes, Ellie headed up to your bedroom.
“I’ll wear headphones so the game won’t disturb you.” Ellie announces. You nod.
“Oh- how…was your day?” Ellie asked, feeling a little bad when she realised she had barely spoken to you. You gave her a comfortingly smile.
“It was fine. Go, play your game.”
“Okay baby, I love you.”
“Love you too.”
But the more time passed the more frustrated you felt that you couldn’t get off. Before she got there you had tried touching yourself, even using a toy, but each time you got close the sensation fucked off again and you were left feeling how you felt now. Annoyed and lonely.
So you decided to go up there to your room. You always left Ellie by herself when she gamed, it was like an unspoken rule, you had your movies and she had her games and afterwards you’d cuddle and all would be right in the world. You weren’t even sure how she’d react to you trying to distract her, but any attention was better than nothing.
You knocked on the door.
“UGH FUCK. Died again.” You heard Ellie groan through the door. You can’t help but laugh at this, and you open the door, laying back on your bed.
For a while you just watch her. Watch her get more and more frustrated. You walk over, kneeling in front of her and putting a hand on her thigh. She sighs.
“-ugh I- I need to win just, I’ll just be a second.” You shrug, walking back to your bed with a teasing smile as you remove your pyjama pants, putting your hand in your already drenched panties.
“You look so good over there.” You say, and Ellie still has her headphones in, not really hearing you. That is until you start circling your clit faster, letting out an almost pornographic moan, your eyes rolling back where they were previously on your otherwise engaged girlfriend.
Ellie’s eyes widen and you hear a loud thud from her headphones being dropped.
“Jesus…look at you making up a fuckin mess for me playing video games. Did I not give my girl enough attention?” She coo’d. You don’t say anything, still wanting to keep what little power you had over her. You keep going, a little slower now that her gaze was right on you.
“Couldn’t fucking wait 20 minutes could you, pretty girl? You just had to fucking touch yourself.” You let out a gasp of pleasure.
“You’re not cumming until I finish my game. Come here.” She orders, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to her gaming chair.
“Kneel.” You do as she says, your cheeks heating up at her words.
“Fucking suck on it.” She commands in a way she knows you love. It had taken Ellie a long time to become comfortable with talking to you like this. It took about a hundred “are you sure’s?” And “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that’s” in the past to get where you two were now, but now she’s fucking obsessed with the way she can treat you like nothing when you know you’re everything to her. The way she can call you her ‘fucking slut’ and then call you “babe” and the “love of her life” after.
You obeyed her without protest, unzipping her jeans and pulling them down to her waist. Then, you start sucking on her clit, moving your tongue in circular motions as well. She lets our a few deep breaths and short sighs at this as she powers her game back up.
“I come home from work and my girls all worked up? Wet for me and fingering herself in our fucking bed? You’re such a good fucking slut for- fuck….me.” She added. You hum into her clit, feeling, hearing and tasting her get increasingly more wet at your actions.
“YES! I almost got I-it…” Ellie moaned as she achieved something in her game. You go faster, adding fingers through her folds as your tongue works at her clit.
“Ah…f- not so fast baby…oh fuck.” You don’t listen, though. Perhaps your first mistake of the night. Then Ellie reaches her arms up in celebration.
“Fuck, finally.” She says, but her victory is soon forgotten when your orgasm swirls through her.
“F…fuck, fuck…” Ellie practically whimpered, putting her remote down and picking you up, putting you’re harshly on the bed.
“You did good babe. Now stay fucking still, I wanna see what my absence did to you.” She exclaims, putting her fingers into you.
“Fuck, they’re practically drowning in this pussy. You ovulating or something?” You gasp out at the feeling of her long, skinny, perfect fucking fingers.
“I don’t know.” You admit. She nods.
“Course you don’t. You get this horny for me no matter what, don’t you?”
“Mhm.” You say as her two middle fingers make their way up to your clit. The pressure is so fucking perfect that you’re close already. God damn those fucking lesbian hands. Your favourite god damn necklace too.
She increases her pace and your eyes roll back. She smirks cockily.
“Close already? I just started.” You sigh, not having the words to retaliate. She keeps going and a chorus of whimpers and whines escape your lips. You grab onto her arm, sinking your nails into the tattood skin as you cum hard on her fingers. She kisses your neck lightly.
“So beautiful.” She says in your ear.
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.
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