It's Purring

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

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

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@cattjull @blogsparklycollectioncrusade @h0pe-scotch@abbysleftbicepp@mrselliewilliams69sophia2414@mitski-lovesems

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

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

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

                                    ***

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

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

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

“Let’s bring this stuff back to Isaac”

                                 ***

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

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

“Just leave me.”

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

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

“Wait here.”

                                  ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I knew I’d convince you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh…so she’s-“

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

“Don’t you dare.”

“Was she hot?”

“Fuck off.”

“Well why did you spare her?”

“I don’t know! Just- just drop it.”

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

                                  °°°

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

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

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

“Agreed.”

                                °°°

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

                                °°°

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Scars?”

“Nah. Nah they would have killed us.”

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

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

“Why would sh-“

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

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

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

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

“…Hi-“

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Anderson. Abby Anderson.”

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

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

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

“Are you a doctor, miss Anderson?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“You said no first names-“

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

“Just…don’t call me that either.”

“Fine, Abigail?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking stealth? Where would we even go?”

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

“Good. Let’s fucking move it.”

                                  ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you propose?” 

                               °°°

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

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

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

“Abby Janine is-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ew…Would he do that?”

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

“So gross.” 

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

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

You nod, looking back at Janine again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F…fuck…Abb-“

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

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

“Gonna cum.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She attaches the strap to her waist.

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

“Okay.” 

“Tap twice remember?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really? Wow…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about her?”

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

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

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

“F…faster~”

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

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

“F…fuckohmygod.” 

“Mmm…what did I tell my girl hm?”

“Fuck, Abby-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No…let me suck them again.”

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

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

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

“Sure. What’s one less med kit?”

“Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

“Bye Miss Anderson.”

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

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

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. 

This one's actually wild- Ghoul x Reader Fic

𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 (𝔹𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪)

WARNINGS: Part 1 of 2 (Part 2 has all the smut but read this first u won't regret it :) (unless u do)

Part 2 here: https://shorturl.at/YHk7p

You have been travelling for weeks. Taking meaningless jobs for people for not enough caps and spending them on drinks and a spot of food every now and then. You promised yourself you wouldn’t end up like this. That you’d use your skills in craftsmanship and explosives to help those big organisations clean up the helpless towns you’re always coming across. 

You took a seat on a rusted bench in the center of town, next to some skinny, middle aged man. You eye the synth bartender who has been scrubbing the same mug since you got here. 

“Do you have vodka?” You ask it, and it reaches down, picking up a dusty bottle filled with clear liquid. You nod. 

“Good, how much?” The synth replies in inaudible dialogue and the man besides you smiles.

“He says, 35 caps.”

“For one drink? Pretty steep….” 

“It’s the good stuff.” The man tries. You glare at him.

“‘Good stuff’ huh? It’s got a layer of dust….”

‘It’s…aged.” The man returns with a smile. You roll your eyes. 

“Fine, here.” You say, pouring a small bag of caps into the robots hand. 

He pours you it and you drink it straight without flinching. The man watches you intently. 

“Tough day?”

“Tough life.” You reply, grimly. He nods.

“I hear that.” You nod back, thankful that that unneeded conversation in your life had concluded itself.  “I’m not having the best day myself.” You sigh, having just jinxed yourself. 

“Really?” You ask, acting mildly interested. 

“The group I run with, we protect this town but we’ve been having a time of it lately. This one guy we’re after is relentless. In fact, he’s not even a man he’s a fucking ghoul, and a horrific one at that.”

“Feral?” You question, tapping on the side of your glass to indicate another drink. The robot looks at you, unimpressed. Or at least that’s how you depicted it’s synthetic, lifeless face. You sigh, placing another bag of caps into its hand and getting another swift poor in result.

“No, but he’s the worst type there is. He’ll take out anyone who gets in his way by force.” You tilt your head in confusion. 

“Wait, you’re after a man-“

“Ghoul.” Corrects the man. You sigh at the unneeded correction.

“Ghoul, because he got some people killed in a crossfire? That’s kinda how life is, law-lover.”

 “A man he had conducted business with hadn’t delivered his end of the bargain, and he fed his son to him in soup.” You smirk, surprised. 

“Sheesh. Hardco-“ You return your face to a neutral expression when you notice his look of outrage. You clear your throat.

“How do I find him?” His eyes widen.

“Y- You’re offering?” You roll your eyes.

“No, I said it for shit’s and giggles. There’s a reward I take it?”

“Oh a handsome one- but I’d need proof before the payment can be delivered.” You continue glaring at him.

“I know how a fucking bounty works, Mr…?”

“Flint.”

“Your last name is fli - you know what I don’t care. What’s the reward?”

“1000 caps.”  Your ears perk at this, a warm smile coming to your face. 

“I want 200 now. I need money for my weapons and such.”

“200…”

“If you can’t even cough up 200 how am I meant to believe you’ve got 1000?”

“Fine, here.” He pulls out the caps. “And a drink, on me.” He tells the robot. It nods and you let out an annoyed sigh.

“Knew that fucker could understand English. Why are you trusting me anyway? You don’t even know me.”

“I do, actually. Beautiful young woman in road leathers with a big bag on her back. I take it filled with explosives?” You eye him cautiously. 

“How do you know me?”

“It’s my job to maintain connections in other settlements. I’ve heard you help the odd person with your unique explosives. You build traps, turrets, dirty bombs and such. I trust them, and even if you do just run away with my caps, better than having no hope at all.” You sigh.

“That’s stupid. But I’ll get you your ghoul.”

Even with your advanced tracking skills, the ghoul wasn’t hard to find. He wasn’t exactly subtle, and when he walks in everyone turns, eying him like he’s nothing. He was more handsome than you expected, and to be fair, you hadn’t expected him to be attractive at all. This man wasn’t like any ghoul you had encountered. He looked more put together, and he had a cowboy hat like he had just stepped out of a fucking movie. 

“I’m looking for Adam.” He yells, and you notice the shotgun doing tricks in his hand. 

“To anyone who tries to stop me, I hope today is a good day to die. Although, I suppose it’s as good a day as any…” His accent was unexpected to you. It was deep and real pretty. You wondered why he was the way he was. You always wondered about ghouls, but had never met one you could exchange a sentence with before you had to blow them limb from limb in self defence. 

The bombs were already in place, set to detonate when he got into a certain building. It was made with a fluid ghouls were particularly prone to, and not even a ghoul can survive being transformed into pink mist. Now all you had to do was lure him up there. You had gone with Mr flint from earlier, and were now using him as a cover story. 

“You cock-sucking bastard! I know you took my sister.” He goes along with your story. 

“Took her? She wanted to go.”

“Anyone could want to do anything when their blood is pumped with jet you fuck.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“I know you took her, and I have proof-“

“Oh yeah?” He asks, grabbing you and putting your body against his, running his hands along yours.

“What if I did take her? You wanna join, hm?” The ghoul tilts his head, watching this unfold in the distance. You grab the mans arm and twist it backwards, making him scurry away from the floor. The ghoul smiles.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” He asks, stalking over to you and putting the cold, cracked skin of one of his hands upon yours, kissing your body with goosebumps in consequence.  Flint scurries off to the ambush location, leaving you alone with the ghoul. If there were any others in the town, they certainly weren’t making an appearance with him around. 

“Please don’t hurt me.” You pretend to cry, and he lets out an uninterested groan. 

“I’m not even here for you I-“ He looks at you a little longer and something in his cold eyes change. 

“Fine, what happened, anyway? This man messed with your sister or something?” “He took her, I know he did!”

“Just calm down sweetheart.” He says, putting his hand on your arm. 

“Any idea where?”  You nod, positively surprised that the ghoul fell for the bait. You had heard he had a soft spot when it came to women, children, animals, that sort of thing, at least in certain scenarios, if he cared enough. 

“Yes…that building over there.” You say, pointing at one of the higher buildings. He nods.

“Well….I gotta take care of some business first. You right to stick around? I’m always happy to helps when insects…” He shoots his shotgun from his hip, killing a roach you hadn’t heard approaching. “Needs crushing.” He adds. You tense up a little. The plan was to get him to that building as soon as possible, if anything else triggered the explosion the ghoul would know you had planned to take him out and would likely respond in ways that wouldn’t leave you in one piece. The ghoul becomes more wary at your reaction.

“Everything…alright?” He questions, taking a step away from you. You nod.

“Just…worried about my sister. But I guess I have no idea what’s in that building…I’d probably be dead if it’s filled with giant mutants or gunners or something…” He just stares at you, unimpressed. 

“What makes you think your sister survived then?” You hesitate, maybe you should have expanded your backstory a little before you got here…

“Well…she’s much more equipped at self defence…”

“If that was the case she probably wouldn’t be trapped in a building, now would she?” The unbearable silence is cut short by a machine turret firing at the ghoul. You step back, shocked.  He tilts his head, taking it out with a single shot, along with 4 men who had been aiming at him.

“You know, it’s not nice being interrupted.” He exclaims, storming into the building. You follow him, hiding behind a nearby counter. 

“Adam owed me chems…information….ammo…” The ghoul explains to some scared folk, slowly. 

“We had a good thing going, until he ran away with the caps. At least…he thought he could run away, but a little birdie told me he just had to stop by his hometown and visit his family before he left isn’t that sweet?” He asked, grabbing a woman and putting her into a headlock, aiming his shotgun at the other man. The woman lets out a frightened sound and he puts his hand over her mouth.

“Shh, it’s okay darlin, I’d never hurt an innocent woman.” 

The situation is so tense you’re not sure whether or not you’ve let out a breath since you first saw him.

“However, Adam is your son, and as his mother of course you’d never sell him out or…put him in harms way, but what situation does that put me in gorgeous? M’ I supposed to let an accomplice of a scammer go?”

“Please…I didn’t know, I promise-“ She muffles into his hand. He shakes his head.

“It’s no problem, really….” He mocks, letting her go. 

“Bring me Adam, or the next time you see him will be only his head. Or maybe an arm…or leg, some part of him anyway-“

“You’re sick!” The man besides him spits. The woman doesn’t say anything for a while and the man looks at her in shock.

“Honey, you’re not seriously gonna-“

“He’s upstairs.” She says. The ghoul smirks in a way that sends foreign feelings to areas of your body it probably shouldn’t be sending to, but you try to ignore it as you watch the rest of the situation unfold. 

When you head up there, Adam makes eye contact with you from your hiding spot, grabbing you and putting a gun to your head. You let out a sharp breath. The ghoul rolls his eyes.

“Oh jeez- you can’t just stay out of my way hm?” The ghoul asks you. Your hands are up and you feel helpless. In any other situation, you would have the element of surprise and could take him out with your knife, but you knew if you tried anything, either Adam or the ghoul himself would have your head. You open your mouth to say something. An apology, a plea, anything, but instead you close your eyes, accepting the very real reality that this could be the place you die, the shit hole where some boy too foolish not to know double crossing Cooper Howard was a death sentence, lived. He sighs.

“Let the girl go.” He says, nonchalantly. 

“If…if you leave my family alone, I will.” Adam begs, weakly. Cooper rolls his eyes.

“Your family did the commonwealth an injustice through trying to help your sorry ass. You think I’m going to give free passes to every bum I meet? I could put a bullet right between your eyes right now, and you wouldn’t even have the power to beg me not to.” The ghouls words make Adam sweat even more. 

“If you do that your girlfriend will be dead.” Adam says, and you let out a shaky breath. As if the ghoul would give two shits if you were alive or not. And why would he? Even if you weren’t lying to his face right now, and you actually did have a sister who did in fact need saving, why would that be any of his business. So when the words, “Fine, you have my word.” Leave his mouth, you’ve never been more shocked. 

“I- how can I trust you?” Adam questions. The ghoul groans. 

“Adam, Adam….you speakin of trust after stealing my caps? That’s brave. And real fuckin stupid.”

“D-drop your gun. And I’ll let her go.”

“You really think I care if this smooth skin girl I barely know lives or dies?” Cooper asks, and you sigh. There it is. The ghoul signing your inevitable death warrant. This is what you get for trying to help the commonwealth, you supposed. He shrugs, cocking the gun. This causes Cooper to drop his own, immediately. 

“I’m really starting to dislike you Adam. Give me the girl.” Demands the ghoul, and you can tell Adam was equally as surprised as you are. He hesitantly lets you go, not wanting to cause more bloodshed than needed either. You let out a breath, falling from Adams tight grasp and into the ghouls arms. You quickly push yourself off of him, straightening yourself up and apologising tremendously. He sighs. 

“Don’t fucking mention it. Let’s leave this prick. I believe we have a sister to save.”

“You’re just going to leave him here?” You ask him, softly. He rolls his eyes.

“Unlike some people, I keep my word when I give it.” He doesn’t say anything else before darting straight past you and to the exit of the house.

“Sorry for disturbing you, ma’am.” He tells Adams mum before leaving. 

He still hasn’t said anything, bolting towards the tall building where Mr flint and a room of explosives was awaiting him. You stop walking, partly because you believe if you do not, you would run out breath and surely die to a lack of oxygen, but also partly because you couldn’t stand anymore silence. He saved you, someone he didn’t know, and was now helping you further. He was a harsh being, you weren’t blind to that, but the thought of sending the ghoul to his death right now wasn’t a thought you found very welcoming. He notices you have stopped and gives you a confused and unimpressed glance. 

“You don’t seem to be in much of a rush to save your sister from these ‘giant mutants’ you’re so afraid of seeing.” He exclaims, not looking at you. You shrug, eyeing only the ground at this point.

“I guess I’m a little shaken. Never been held at gunpoint before. Had guns pointed at me, many a time but- well it isn’t quite the same. And then you saved me so I- well I guess my thoughts are elsewhere.” You admit in one clutter of words. He nods. 

“I…guess that’s understandable.” He replies, coldly. You nod, continuing to walk now but at a more reasonable pace.

“Why didn’t you shoot him?” Cooper glares at you, then back at the empty land ahead.

“I told you. I gave my word.” You sigh at his answer.

“Yes, but why…surely I ain’t worth saving. I’m nothing to you.” He laughs at your comment. 

“Spoken like someone who has lots to live for.” He remarks, sarcastically. You can’t help but smile at this.

“I suppose that was a little dull, I just meant….I’ve met ghouls before and they all tried to eat me.” You confess, and he laughs the most gorgeous laugh you’ve ever heard. 

“Well, we ghouls can be unpredictable. I still may eat you yet.” He teases, and you can’t help but put this into a different context in your own mind.

——————————————————————————————————

As you two get up to the building, your heart is racing. All of a sudden your mind is foggy, you feel nauseous. This whole thing is a bad idea. This man-ghoul….who knew at this point, had only been in your life a few hours and already saved you twice, spared an entire family and was now about to be sent to your death for what? 1000 caps? Flint could kill him if he must, you were not taking a part of it. The ghoul hadn’t just saved you either. He was attractive, kind enough, and brought a type of adventure and heat that you thought had turned to ash like the rest of the world. 

“Well, no ‘gunners or something’ yet.” The ghoul remarks. You nod. 

“Uh, wait here a moment, I’m gonna check this room.”

“Okay, but look out for traps.” He says. You smile at this.

“You worried about me?” He shakes his head.

“I’m worried you’re gonna do something dumb and set off a series of explosions that will get us both killed, but whatever floats your boat sweetheart.” Sweetheart. The nickname repeats itself in your head as you question why it makes your stomach churn in the best way possible. You hurry into the room and see Flint.

“Amazing work at getting him here, which room has the explosives?” He asks, eagerly. You bring your hand to the back of your neck anxiously. 

“About that…what if we just forgot the ghoul? I mean he didn’t harm that family even though they were the ones who had robbed him so-“ “I will NOT hear of this!” Flint exclaims. “He is a mutant, a terrible reminder of the fuckups people from his time have made. Bring him to me, I’ll kill him myself.” You’re stunned by Flint’s aggression to you, especially after it was your life on the line. He can walk away from this with an injured hand and you walk away knowing you were almost a corpse on Adams floor? This man was seriously starting to get to you. 

You couldn’t believe what you were about to do. It had never occurred to you that you would stoop this low, but after all the shit you had been through in your life, this was the one asshole to push you over the edge. To make you do and say shit past you wouldn’t have been able to fathom like….

“He’s in the room on the third floor. The passage on the right should take you there.” You explain. Only that room would have no ghoul, and rather all the explosives instead.

“Good. Are you coming?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Fine, but I’m keeping the caps then.” He declares. You nod. What a prick…. 

——————————————————————————————————

You quickly run to the ghoul, grabbing him by the hands.

“We need to go.” You exclaim, pulling him. He looks at you, confused.

“You found your sister?” He asks. 

“What? Oh- yeah…come on.” You say, and thankfully he follows. You hear a booming explosion behind you and you shut your eyes tight. Cooper looks at you, bewildered.

“Care to explain to me what the fuck that was?” He demands. You stare down at the ground. 

“How…about I tell you over a drink?"

𝙀𝙭𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙨𝙨𝙨

MORE CONTENT THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!

I have an Ellie two parter where you find out Ellie's rlly obsessed w u

I'll prob write another Abby one too but idek what else there is to write since most of my content is just her haha 😭

Requests open- any fandom is fine I'm tryna broaden my horizons anyways. Perhaps some sort of house of the dragon thing in honour of the new season or like arcane or smth....u tell me

Love ya'll sm <3

(Dare I mention...COD smut 👀)

Abby being insecure about how needy she is ;)

Warnings: Not proof read at all 😭 I wrote this while sick at like 3am so sorry for this monstrosity. Pretty intense sexual references, some fluff if you can call it that. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Abby breathes out apologetically, bringing one of her large hands to the soft flesh on your face. You cock your head, smiling at her softly. Your wide eyes bring a smile of her own to Abby’s face as she makes the comparison to a deer in headlights in her mind. 

“I just…” Abby explains, letting out a deep breath. “Don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I mean I- feel like I’m taking advantage of you.” You were stunned by her words. In fact, you were stunned by the whole situation. Abby; without her cocky fucking facade about her, the fact Abby would think she’s taking advantage of you. 

You had wanted this from the start, so if in any plane of reality she was somehow taking advantage of you, you’d let her, 100 times over.

“What are you talking about? You know I love our sex…”

“I’m objectifying you.” Abby tries, and you let out a laugh in disbelief. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve tried not to think about it, but I can’t. It makes me feel so selfish I can barely say it.”

“Say what, Abby? I’m so confused-“

“I want to have sex with you. Every minute of every day. I think about you when you’re on assignments, I dream about you when you’re sleeping elsewhere, I want to fuck you senseless in front of everyone I- Jesus what am I saying? What am I doing, even? But it’s true I just…whether you’re wearing tight jeans, short skirts, long dresses, even a fucking hoodie I want to tear it off and do so many things to you. Maybe…maybe we should break up, this shouldn’t be normal, it isn’t-“ You stop her by planting a soft kiss on her lips. 

Abbys gaze softened and her shoulders slouch back into place.

“Just calm down Abby….I love our sex. Fucking love it.”

“But-“ You shake your head, quickly preventing  her doubts from festering.

“Love…we’re in a relationship….if you didn’t feel passionate for me there wouldn’t be much of one, would there? Now just look at the place around us. This place was once used for actual football…by people who lived in a world with an abundance of simple pleasures. We live in a world where pleasure is so much rarer, it’s no surprise that you revel in what we have…what you can give me….especially since you’re a soldier. Always so…tense.” She listens to your explanation intently and nods, hesitantly. 

“I still feel…you know….” You look at her with a comforting smile, but it was still clear to her you weren’t a mind reader.

“I know that I love being around you…hugging you…kissing you…I could probably survive without the sex but I still feel like I’m using you somehow…I mean we’ve…” she clears her throat, now wondering why the word ‘sex' suddenly felt like poison in her throat.

“Had sex at least twice a day every day that we’ve been together. I mean that one Saturday I-“ She pauses and you both blush remembering it.

“You were still limping by Monday….” She concludes. You can’t help but laugh at her babbling. 

“Abigail Anderson…this is emotional stuff, you know you should write this down…ooh maybe you can try poetry?” She shuts the idea down with a playful hit to your shoulder. 

“Ow.” You laugh. Your smile fades a little and you close the gap between you guys, leaning into her ear. 

“You think you’re the only one who craves it every day? I know you don’t want to hurt me but when you’re rough holy fuck….the marks you leave on my body…it’s stupid and embarrassing but I get off to them….” Her eyes widen.

“What? You never said-“

“Well because I thought it was toxic at the time-“

“Hey you said this stuff was normal!”

“It is!” You exclaim back, playfully. You both laugh and you kiss her deeply. She leans back onto her bed and you fall onto her lap, kissing her fully again.

“Hm, so what other shit do you want to tell me, then?” She asked, playing with your hair. You just smirk at her.

“To be honest…I think I’ve had enough talking for one afternoon wouldn’t you agree my little sex addict?” She rolls her eyes.

“You’re so annoying.” Abby replies, unbuckling her belt. 

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?

Fucking during a “no talking” fight with Abby

It was no secret that you loved Abby. You had been friends since you were children and she had always been the most loyal, caring, funny woman you could ever ask for. It was the other parts of her personality that sometimes got you mad enough to get into situations like this in the first place. Her impulsiveness, her lack of…agility, perhaps, and then still refusing to take the necessary precautions on patrol. 

She frustrated you.  At the very least. There were some nights were she’d caress you and care for you, after the essential multiple rounds of “stress relief” of course, and tell you, “don’t worry, I won’t be on patrol tomorrow, I can spend more time with you” only to switch places with people to get more assignments and it fucking killed you. She loved it, the life we have now where it’s normal to kill fucking monsters, even fully non-mushroom kind. You felt comfortable with it too, you supposed, and you loved all your friends and the freedom of the WLF base, but sometimes you felt like an intruder in your own relationship, like all the times where you would hang out and relax was taking away from gym time and fucking up scars. 

You knew it was wrong to feel like that, she loves you, anyone with eyes can see that, but when she went out on a high risk assignment after already being gone a week beforehand and not even asking you first, that was your final straw, and instead of lashing out at her, you gave her the mercy of skipping straight to the post fight silence. A strict “no talking rule.”

Unfortunately for the both of you, the silence lingered on a little too long for comfort, and while you knew deep down you could wait, life, especially with the kind of lifestyle you lived, was too short not to spend with your own girlfriend, and your body certainly agreed.

Abby returned from the assignment and immediately sprawled herself across a lounge chair. She knocked off her shoes and grabbed a book she had read 5 times already. One of her favourite uses of down time, other than being with you. You spotted her there, rolling her stiff shoulders. Her muscles where slightly more defined from the tank top and the very light trickles of remaining sweat on Abbys body, though by some miracle she still smelled amazing, and that made the situation all the more difficult.

“That book again.” You speak with caution, the first word you had said to her in 3 days. She opens her mouth to speak but you shake your head. 

“Don’t talk.” She nods, watching you with those deep blue puppy dog eyes. 

Disregarding everything, you walk over to her, positioning a leg on either side of one of her thighs. Her already dilated eyes widen and she wants to talk but you stop her again. 

“I said no talking.” You remind her, hips grinding ever so slowly forward on her thigh. 

“Mmm…fuck.” You gasp, a small smile on your lips. She puts her hands on your hips and you’re not surprised by just how quickly Abby got on board. You quicken your movements, moaning more at the feeling of your bare legs on Abbys jeans, the feeling of your cunt, separated only by the fabric of your panties. Abby enjoyed the dress you had put on. There had been a few times you had worn this short black dress for “comfort” around the base, but you and her both knew it was for Abby’s benefit. 

You continued moving, rocking your head back from the pleasure. She starts rocking her leg and god the sounds you made left Abby soaked. You revel in the sensation a little longer before you’re seeing stars and can’t avoid it anymore, grabing Abbys face and moaning into her mouth deeply between kisses, tasting her tongue, feeling her large hands on your cheek. When you finally cum you’re gasping for air, as if someone has stolen all the oxygen you previously owned before this moment. You pull away, getting off of her promptly. 

“Well, um…thank you.” You blurt out. Abby’s smile is wider than the fucking universe. You laugh softly. 

“You…can talk…but I’m still not fully over our fight.” You say, still catching your breath. 

“I’m so sorry about everything.” Says Abby through a desperate plea. “God that was so hot I….I wanna get off so bad…”

“Oh yea?” You ask, walking back over to her and kissing her deeply again.

“As I walk away, remember this feeling. This is how I feel when you don’t allow me to come on your last minute assignments.”

“What- you wouldn’t-“

“After this we’re square.”

“Love…love please-“

“God I love hearing you beg. Thank you again for the orgasm.” You tease with a provoking smile. “Later.”

The door closes.

“Dominant Abby’ “Needy Abby” How about Dom Abby who goes fucking insane for you? An Abby who needs to Dom you so bad that you have her whimpering on her knees below you.  

A/N: First fic where I don’t yap on with plot for 10 minutes first. Eat well my friends.

Warnings: Fingering (receiving) Oral, (receiving) (strap on) rough Abby, needy Abby, rough sex, brief mention of pain + breeding kinks, Minors DNI

Your eyes flicker from the page you were reading to the doorframe at the entrance of the room. You see Abby and smile brightly, feeling more comforted already by her presence. 

“Hiya.” You say, putting the page down and returning to the ground from the bench you had been sitting on. Abby’s eyes darken, her eyes moving down your body real slow and not returning to meet your eyes. She doesn’t say anything and the silence is filled only by the click of the lock at the door.

“What are-“ You’re interrupted by Abby stalking up to you and kissing you deeply, moaning into it.  You pull away, shocked. 

“Need you baby…” The words come out muffled as she practically speaks into your neck, sucking it and making you let out an unexpected gasp. 

“Didn’t you tell Manny you’d meet him in- mmm” You moan into yet another, breath stealing kiss. Wide eyed, you watch as she gets on her knees in front of you.

“Need to eat you out….need to make you feel good please.” Face flushed, you nervously spread your legs and she smiles brightly. 

“Can I?” Abby questions. You nod. “Yes.” There was no other way to describe Abby’s actions other than her diving head first into your cunt, tongue going 100 kms an hour over your clit. You gasp, gripping her hair and instinctively bucking your hips into her mouth.

She tastes you so eagerly, holding your thighs and digging her nails in a little. It was both pleasant and a little amusing when she got like this. At first Abby was highly against being rough in any way. “Your skins so soft…you’re so much smaller than me I-“ she used to babble, but now that she’s learnt how an eager grab or a few too many merciless thrusts turned you on more than anything, she doesn’t hold back hardly as much as she used to.

“Cl-close Abby.” You moan out, still a little confused at how fast this situation came about. She moans into you, as if urging you to finish all over her. Your body didn’t need much convincing though, as you could feel your stomach tighten in knots, your legs clamping around her and thighs shaking as you cum hard. She eases up her licking but doesn’t move, allowing you to ride out your high (and her face) as much as you needed.

She eases away from you, putting you in a comfortable position on the bench. 

“That was…unexpected.” You say, still noticeably lightheaded. She tilts her head, eyes lingering across various parts of your body hungrily. 

“Take the rest off.” She commands, her voice low. You comply, beginning to remove your top. Abby shakes her head.

“Not like that. Slow.” She says, walking over to where she had carelessly chucked her bag and pulling out a familiar…accessory. You had wondered where she even had the time to get that, or whether she had brought the strap with her all the way to and from patrol just to save her the walk to her dorm and back. You didn’t want to ask her about it though. She wasn’t in a talking mood, if the simple worded sentences were any indication. 

You take off your bra and Abby tilts her head back, eyes shut tight as she tries to contain her excitement and arousal. 

“Fuck.” Is all Abby manages once she finally opens her eyes again. “Gorgeous.” 

You step towards her and her large hands are immediately all over you as she leverages your body effortlessly, holding you up against the wall by your thighs. You laugh at the action.

“Good thing you never skip arm day, huh Abigail?” You tease. She can’t help but smile back this time. 

“‘Arm day’ huh?” She mocks. You shrug. 

“I don’t know what it’s called…” You try to defend, but at this point she isn’t really listening as her fingers are moving through your folds.

“Mmm…y’feel wet enough to me my love…can I fuck you or y’need something else first?” She asks. You shake your head. 

“Just put it in me…please…” You sigh out, and the relief on her face is precious. You can tell…or more…feel how bad Abby wanted this. And so, in the gentlest way known to man, Abby softly guides the strap into you, shoving more and more when she sees how good you take it.

“M’ not gonna move yet…I’ll let you adjust to the feeling of my cock inside you before I….” She hesitates, knowing the rest of the sentence should be ‘fuck you till your screaming.’ “You know.” She decides to say instead. You nod, moving your hips around it slightly for comfort. You nod again, allowing her to continue. 

“Alright, you remember the safe word?”  You laugh at the question, but her face remains quite serious. 

“Yes Abby, I remember the safe word from the past 100 times we’ve had sex this week-“

“I’m being serious.”

“As am I.” You say, and she just sighs. “I’m gonna be rough.” She explains. You smile reassuringly at her. 

“Good.”

And with that, she starts slamming up into you, enjoying watching your body get pushed up the wall with each thrust. Still holding you quite well with one hand, Abby pins the other above your head, gripping it tightly. 

“Mine.” She says, and you almost don’t hear it. 

“Wh…at?” You question, your voice straining with all the movement. She sighs, embarrassed. 

“Abb…mmpph…” 

“Some. guy.” Abby starts to explain, still fucking you so perfectly.  “Talked about you in a way I won’t dignify with words. Wanted to fuck…mmph..” Abby’s still holding you tight. You smile at her. “M’ yours Abs…I’m all….fucking yours….ohfuck….”

Abby’s moving so hard and fast, pushing up into you in all the right fucking ways.

“You’re my fucking plaything. Can do anything I want to this pretty pussy whenever I want right?”

“Yes Abby.” You tell her, and she digs her nails into your thighs harder, making you moan. 

“I fucking love you. Love fucking you too.” Abby continues to say. The sounds of your bodies connecting is so loud, you’re worried other people nearby can hear, but Abby hasn’t cared before and certainly won’t begin to care now. 

“Gonna give you my kid…make sure you’re nice and fucking bred by the time I’m done with you.”And there it was. The breeding thing Abby liked to never fucking talk about. Always in denial she was into this kind of thing until she had you like this. Quite literally in a position where you were unable to ask questions. 

“Take it…fucking take- mmm…” Abby moans, her voice sounding more high pitched and desperate as she got closer. You weren’t far off either, a few more praises or degradations would have sent you off the edge, you were certain of that.

“Such a good. fucking. girl.” And with that, your eyes shut tightly as you claw into the skin of Abby’s back under her shirt. She leans down to kiss you and you’re moaning into each other for what feels like eons.

She finally lets you down, removing the soaked strap. 

“We’re um…probably gonna have to clean that.” Abby remarks, causing you both to laugh. 

“You don’t think anyone heard us do you?” You ask her, and she puts her large palms on either side of your face.

“My pretty girl….probably.” She confesses, and you hit her playfully. 

“You suck at comforting people you know that?”  She tilts her head, leaning into your ear.

“Oh you don’t really believe that, do you?”

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

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

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