I've Almost Finished My Exams 🤞 So I Can Post The Long Awaited Part 2 Of The Farmer Abby Fic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She exchanges looks with the others before continuing. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?”

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

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

“Jordan drop it.”

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

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

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

“Sweeping our fucking houses were you?”

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

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

“Where is she?”

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

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

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

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

“Why do you want to know my name?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you all sneak around like this?”

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

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

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

“Who…who is that?”

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

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

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

Abby groans. 

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

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

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

Can someone PLEASE give me suggestions for what to write. Also I'm sorry I took down the Ellie fic, It wasn't quite satisfactory but I'll work on a new one.

Anyway here's Abby, let me know what kinda fics ya'll are looking for and would anyone be upset if I wrote some more fluffy content as well?

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.

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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…. 

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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?"

𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗 & 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 (𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ;)

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (giving & receiving) s3x, fingering, handj0b, soft & rough Arthur, gentlemen Arthur, V!rgin reader 

Notes: I know you guys voted Sub Abby, ✌𝓢𝓤𝓑 𝓐𝓑𝓑𝓨 ✌ WILL BE POSTED NEXT I had been working on this Red Dead project a while ago so I hope you don’t take it too negatively. Thanks for all the support I’ve had so far, it means a lot that people can enjoy my work (even if it’s mostly smut.)

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Notorious outlaw Arthur Morgan, who has been forced into a tight, high end tux in a crammed, high end place hates everything about this party Dutch made him attend. That is until he meets a fancy woman, (you) who isn’t as dull as he originally suspected. 

PLEASE NOTE: there’s no fluid 1850s language used so don’t be upset if there’s some modern slang or anything I’m just writing cause I’m bored. 

Some Y/N is mentioned, I try to avoid Y/N at all costs but there was no way around it this time, I’m sorry guys but it’s only a few times so dw.

The mission was practically a laughing matter- being that the guest of honour was a drug lord and that Arthur and the others were all outlaws who wouldn’t know which utensil to use at dinner to save their life, which glass to drink from or their name, how to feel normal in a suit, how to not steal every beautiful piece of decor they encountered and how to even speak with all these…well-read, well off folk. 

The mission itself seemed simple enough. Talk to the governor, make a good impression and snoop around. Having to give the doormen their weapons was just another reminder of how far out of his comfort zone he was. 

When the champagne was offered Arthur immediately took a glass, looking over the porch and subtly acknowledging Dutch beside him. Bronte greets them warmly and starts pointing out and mocking some of the party guests, including Mayor Henri Lemiux, Alberto Fussar, Hobart Crawley and his wife Brenda. Once the group seperate, Arthur makes his way to the main floor.

“Okay…” Arthur mumbled to himself, grimly. “Mingle…” He looks around the crowd. There are people dancing, talking, making out of course, He doesn’t know where to go first. That is until he hears you talking to some man.

“You…flatter me.” You tell him, clearly lying. “However I am…reserving my dance for another…” You say, quickly. Arthur turns to face you and see’s the most beautiful gown he’s ever seen. It’s a white corset that extends down into an ocean of subtle ruffles. The material looks stiff and the bottom has specks of gold. 

The man in question is overweight and if he was being honest, smelt rank. He felt sorry for you, whoever you were, he had suspected you were dragged to this thing too, fancy dress and all. 

“I don’t see him.” The man said, putting his arms around your hips. You carefully remove them and he grabs your arm tightly.

“Where you goin’ princess?” He says, and something in Arthur almost snaps, he wants to snap. He knows he can’t make a scene so he walks behind you, whispering in your ear. His warm breath and the unexpectedness of it all initially makes you flinch, but ANYONE would be better than this slag. You had seen him get handsy with almost every female employee here and on the streets you had heard him getting creepy with fucking children. Thankfully it hadn’t escalated, at least so far.

“You alright miss?” Arthur questions in your ear. You turn over to look at him. He’s tall and awful handsome, not like any men you had seen at the party so far. He had gorgeous eyes of Atlantic blue and his hair was…almost perfect. It looked like whatever product he used was far from his regular style as the parting was all over the place, but his jawline and minimal facial hair tied the look together. 

“Uh…here he is.” You said, stunned at your own words. He looks at you icily. “Uh….That’s not-“

“Who is that? I ain’t seen him before.” The man yells at you, completely ignoring Arthurs existence. Arthur sighs.

“I’m her…partner….tonight anyway.”  You nod. 

“Exactly, and I owe him a dance so if you don’t mind.”

“Fuck you, how would your daddy react to you dancing with some nameless stranger?” The man groans at you. You roll your eyes.

“Go hang.” You say, quietly, but Arthur still hears it and his eyes widen, impressed. 

“He gon’ hear about it from me just you wait”

“Looking forward to it.” You tell him, and the man goes off somewhere. You let out a groan, covering your eyes in embarrassment.

“I am so sorry Mr…?”

“Uh...that’s not important. And you’re welcome. Who was that?” He asks. You sigh. 

“Not important.” You grab his hands and start swirling around and his face flushes red.

“Miss I…ain’t much of a dancer.”

“Well it would be a damn waste not to dance after that little facade.” He looks at you, a little confused, but nods.

“What brings you here anyway?” You ask, his large hand on your waist, the other in your gloved palm. Arthur can’t help but smile, still taking in your figure. 

“My friends and I were invited by Bronte, he’s a guest here.”

“I see. So you’re here to make impressions?

“Or some such thing.” He replies, still blushing like an idiot. You talk for a little while, swaying to the music, talking about everything and nothing as if he’s the most trustworthy person out there.

“I hate going to these things.” You tell him, a little worried you had ruined the weirdly peaceful atmosphere the two of you had been experiencing. He nods, watching you intently while still trying to maintain rhythm.

“You look like a million bucks. I would have assumed you were made for these things.” He stumbles. 

His lack of fluidness when talking was weirdly attractive, it brought a sense of comfort which you rarely felt, especially with his accent. 

“In a way I was made for it…these parties are my life whether I like it or not.”

“I couldn’t imagine it.” Arthur blurts out, and you look up at him with curiosity. 

“I knew you weren’t a noble.” You say with a grin. He rolls his eyes playfully.

“Why? Do I smell like poor folk?” You laugh at his comment. 

“No, no the camp smell is…luxurious.” “I’ll have you know I bathed before I came here.” He replied defensively, causing you to laugh more. This banter went on until he spotted Lemieux.

“Excuse me.” He says, not even waiting for the dance to end before approaching your father. The mayor's butler, Pierre appears and tells Lemieux that he received a phone call from Leviticus Cornwall. Another man with greasy black hair overhears this and has Arthur follow Pierre to find out about it. 

Being as cautious as you can, you slip through and follow Arthur to see what he’s doing. You watch him follow Pierre into an office and enter it once Pierre leaves. Arthur starts trying to unlock the door when you come in.

“So you’re not just not a noble, you’re a thief.” You remark, causing him to spin his head around to face you.

“Miss…” He tries. You roll your eyes.

“Save it. What are you even looking for?”

“Look, this is all just a misunderstanding, I’m sure if you just let me go, we can both forget this ever happened, I’ll be on my way and you can go back to your life of parties.” He tries, lowering the document in his hand.

You walk over to him, leaning over his shoulder to see the document.

“Wow.” You say, unimpressed. He looks at you guiltily. 

“Look, I’m sorry miss, you seem real nice and I meant no disrespect by coming here and…acting all decent, I’m just doing what I’m told.” He tries, his voice sounding like a plead at this point. 

“Mmm, what Dutch Van Der Linde told you to do, right? He was that man with the excessive hair pomade and the…vests. I’ve heard about him.”

“What?? You know of me??” Arthur demanded. You put a soft, gloved hand to his mouth.

“Shhh, do you know how much trouble we would be in if we were discovered in here? I had suspected you were an outlaw but the only one I recognised was Dutch and Bronte.” Arthur isn’t paying attention to your words so much as he is the warm hand on his mouth. 

“Who are you?” He asks. You shake your head. 

“What are you going to do with the papers?”

“Look, it isn’t really business for a lady to-“ You glare at him and he fumbles his words again. 

“Not to say a lady can’t…my meaning is-“

“So a robbery?” You interrupt, unimpressed by his long winded explanation. He sighs.

“St Denis is a big city…it don’t need quite so many vaults in that bank they have secured up real nice.” He says. You roll your eyes,

“You can not be that foolish. Doing any sort of crime in St Denis is suicide unless you have a bullet proof escape plan and I’m sorry but I smelt your bullshit from a mile away.”

“You have quite the tongue for a lady.”

“And you are just…something else for a gentlemen.” You retort. 

All of a sudden you hear the jittering of keys at the door and you and Arthur exchange a look of panic.

“Oh Jesus.” Arthur mutters and you roll your eyes.

“Swearing isn’t helping, outlaw. Try that window.”

“I have a name-“

“Then say it.”

“It-“ He groans, wondering how the fuck he got into this situation and why he was involving himself with a random woman. A beautiful and intelligent one at that, one who definitely challenged him in a way he enjoyed, but also one who was getting in the fucking way.

“It’s Arthur…” He pauses, turning to look at you when he reaches the window. “Morgan.” He adds. 

The window won’t open and so you shove the document back into the draw and lean Arthur against the window, pressing your mouth against his aggressively. He was clearly shocked, and who wouldn’t be? But still, almost like an instinct, his lips parted and his tongue moved skillfully through your mouth. Henry Lemieux walks in an audibly gasps. 

“Y/N Lemieux what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry father I…let me explain.” Arthurs ears burn at this. Father??

“You listen here little girl, I have told you NEVER to go in here. What’s gotten into you? And on such a significant night with some stranger??”

“My rooms always guarded and I just wanted some privacy. Arthur and I have been seeing each other for some time but I knew I couldn’t take him here. I’m sorry I let you down this is just the only place I knew there wouldn’t be workers.”

He sighs. “I understand there are a lot of rules in this household that may make you…may make it feel like there’s not as much freedom as ideal but it’s to protect you! You need to be more careful with strangers.” He yells, walking over to Arthur.

“Mmm, Bronte invited you I take? I don’t know you otherwise and I know anyone who’s anyone, meaning there’s no way you’re good enough for my daughter. Did you try and take her honour? Is that it?”

“We were just talking, that was our first kiss father honest it was.” Arthur puts his hands up innocently, nodding at your comment. Henry lets out an annoyed gush of air..

“I want you both out of here, we will discuss your punishment later, my daughter.” You nod and drag him to your room, waving at the guards there to fuck off. They stare at you blankly.

“Men are not allowed I-“

“My father just allowed it, but if you don’t trust me, you can go bother him in his study, I’m sure he’d be thrilled.” You tell one of them, annoyed. He nods and the guards head downstairs. You close the door and Arthur is just looking at you, wide eyed. He turns to the door and you sigh.

“I’m…not allowed locks.” You explain. He doesn’t say anything. 

“So…” You say. He angrily paces around the room.

“What the fuck…what the fuck??” 

“Calm down Mr Morgan.” You say, unphased. He glares a you. 

“Calm down?? I did more than just fuck up. I exposed my whole fucking plan to the governors daughter just because she was a pretty face I- fuck, this was a bad plan.” Arthur mumbled to himself. You smile slightly.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I got to go…” He says, reaching towards the door. You walk in front of it.

“Why?” You ask, plainly.

“What?”

“Why do you have to go?” You question, He walks closer to you, his eyes darting around the room nervously. 

“Well you’re just gonna tell your dad won’t ya?”

“Oh yeah cause I just lied for fun Mr Morgan that’s a real bright comment.”

“Well why else would you do it? You don’t know me.”

“You’re an outlaw. Slightly naive, perhaps, but you, hair pomade and whoever else is in your group, you do anything you can for family. Even utterly foolish things such as breaking into the governments office and robbing the most secure bank in this country. I’m not going to inform my father. I can respect what you were…trying but if you try that whole St Denis thing, you can rest assured you will be walking into your own damn funeral.”

“Well what else would you suggest then, miss?? In case you haven’t noticed, men like me don’t get good paying jobs, unless it’s for folk like you who would never hire us.”

“Trains, small stores, homesteads…” You pause. “boats.”

He raises an eyebrow. 

‘You’re encouraging I steal, my lady?” You practically snort at his comment.

“In essence. People ‘like me’ don’t REALLY need those gold emerald earrings or platinum laced watches. It’s less stealing than it is…balance.” You say, matter-of-factly. He can’t deny how impressed and surprised he is by you. A government daughter, gorgeous, smart, fancy as hell but most importantly you didn’t hate him, and that meant more to him than words could measure.

“The grand Korrigan holds high end poker games. It’s easier than you’d think to sneak on, I’ve done it myself, it’s in Lemoyne.”

“W- I’m sorry, you snuck on to the grand Kerrigan….in lemoyne?”

“I heard my father talk about it. I was bored.”

“Why would you help me? I mean isn’t it against your father in some way?”

“How I see it, you were going to do this anyway, I’m not helping at all, simply telling you where it is so that you don’t go kill yourself at the bank. If I were to…accompany you, then perhaps I wouldn’t feel inclined to tell my father you were in there to steal copies of the deed my father was going to sign.” 

“Okay woah, slow down my lady-“

“You really don’t have to call me that…”

“I really do. Now listen, there is no way we’re getting involved  with the governers daughter, I’m sorry that you get bored dressing up like a doll 3 times a day and having guards around you but that’s no excuse to go commit crimes…”

“I won’t be committing them, you will.”

“Still, I don’t want to be liable for you.”

“Wow…romantic.” You say, sarcastically. He sighs.

“That’s not what I mean it’s just….the answer is no.”

“I’ve snuck on before, I know heaps of ways to sneak in and out of this city as well several others. When you can’t leave town there’s nothing else to do but learn about everyone else’s business. I guarantee I could get you into anywhere. Plus I cn protect myself, I’ve been trained in combat since I was 14.”

“But why?” He asks. But he doesn’t need to. He knows the answer. He felt it when you guys first touched and again when you first kissed. He felt it now knowing you’ve seen through him and didn’t want to look away. You weren’t frightened or repulsed and neither one of you wanted to part each other. It was unexplainable. You barely knew each other. 

“I can’t keep letting my life slip away in this meaningless existence. I want adventure, love I don’t know…I know I’m stupid for think-“

“Don’t talk about yourself like that sweetheart” Arthur says, putting a hand on your face.

“We shouldn’t do this.” He says, dragging his thumb over your lip and making it part slightly. You nod.

“It would be reckless…we would be naive to think we won’t get caught.” You breathe out. He nods.

“We would probably…” Arthur paused, his accent thick in your ears. “get as far as the gate before everything goes sideways, not to mention the gang would never accept you.” You nod back.

“exactly.”

“Exactly.” He says, putting his other hand on your face and kissing you deeply.

———————————Smut——————————————

You can taste residue of the sweet, bubbly champagne he had drank only moments earlier mixed with the metallic taste of his being. Having someones tongue in your mouth and particularly a man who was anything but inexperienced was unusual to say the least, but a feeling you welcomed as he eagerly explored and savoured your taste now too. 

You walk back with your arms still wrapped around his neck, kissing him roughly. You flinch slightly when you bump into the end of your bed. You hesitate for a moment, looking into his pretty eyes again before internally making a decision and climbing onto your bed. He tilts his head, admiring you fondly. 

“Now Miss, I don’t think we should rush this, you’re a woman. To be…I don’t know…cared for or somethin’. Me? I’m a bad man.” Arthur hesitates. “A rough man.” He corrects.

“It’s okay Morgan, I’m not a little girl, I can handle it.” He walks away from the bed and paces for a while. You decide to reassure him with more than just words this time and remove your shoes, then you start working on the lace at the back of your dress. Arthur sighs, knowing he won’t be able to avoid all the things he’ll do to you. He’s a good man, somewhere in there. When it comes to women he was more decent than most at least.

“Let me help you with that.” He says, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you so your back is right against the front of his body. He removes it and starts working at your undergarments. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asks. You shake your head.

“No?” You say, more surprised at how gentle he’s being with you than anything else. He chuckles softly.

“Just making sure.” He coos before effortlessly removing your undergarments as well. 

He flips you around and pushes you so you’re lying spread across the bed. He climbs over you, positioning himself so his knee is between your legs. You feel nervous with your body exposed to him like this. He starts tracing your body with his finger tips.

“You’re god damn gorgeous.” He remarks, cupping one of your warm breasts which you were embarrassed at how quickly the nipple on it hardened under his touch. He lays soft kisses all over your chest, sucking near your bellybutton which got an excited gasp from you in response. He continues drawing lines across your body with the two middle fingers of his right hand but stops when he reaches your lower area. 

“You ever done anything like this before?” He asks, kissing your waistline. You consider lying. “Of course…” You could say, but he’d see right through it. You just didn’t want him to back up and leave because he didn’t want to harm your image. Too fucking gentlemanly to taint a womans reputation, but murder and crime? Now that’s alright.

“Well?” He questions again. You blush, shaking your head.

“No, I guess not.” You admit. You can see this troubles him, but he knows you don’t want to stop, he can tell you’re yearning for it, yearning for him more specifically.

“You know how it all works?” He asks, lowering himself to your thighs and kissing inside. You nod.

“Yeah, yeah I think so.” You reply, your eyes fluttering at the varying sensations your body was experiencing. He nods.

“Sit on my lap, I’m gonna put my fingers in okay?” You do as he says, sitting on his fancy black pants and adjusting yourself so that he’s comfortable. He lets out a light groan.

“God, sorry did I hurt you Mr Morgan?” He chuckles slightly.

“Quite the opposite, stay still I need to be able to control myself.” He instructs, and you feel yourself pooling at his words. 

“Do you have water in this room?” He asks, and you look at him confused. 

“Uh, yeah, by my nightstand theres a jug, I get thirsty sometimes at night.” 

“Be right back.” He says, placing you back on the bed and taking the jug, pouring some water onto his fingers.

“If you’re uh…sort of….tight inside, it feels better with wet fingers.” He explains. You can’t help but laugh.

“You’re not the smoothest man out there Mr Morgan.” You tease. He laughs back.

“Pretty girls have that effect on me.” He delicately guides his two middle fingers between your folds and your pussy literally glistens. You’ve never felt wet for another person before and especially not to this extent. 

“Breathe in.” He says as he guides two fingers inside you and you let out a sharp breath. He immediately removes his fingers.

“Too much, my lady?” You shake your head.

“No, no I can take it.” You affirm and he rolls his eyes playfully. 

“Sweetheart, I can tell the difference between a painful gasp and a moan. You’re still tight so I’m going to use my tongue to help you relax.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just think of it like a kiss.” He says before putting his tongue inside you. You let out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard yourself make and you put your fist in your mouth, embarrassed.

“Oh my god…” You whisper as he quickens his movements. Then, his nose is bumping up against your clit, his tongue still working other areas.

“Fuck~” You moan. You can guess all your manners and lessons in how to be dignified had gone down the drain. 

A man you had met only today, an outlaw no less who was only at the party to steal from your father was giving you pleasure you could never give yourself. It was….interesting.

“Fuck…Fuck Arthur don’t go so fast I’ll…it’s too much…” But Arthurs so fucking into it, tasting you, savouring every orgasmic noise you make for the first time, only for his ears to enjoy. He doesn’t slow down and it’s not long before your pussy pulses in his mouth, your thighs shaking like a damn leaf. 

“He gets back up and puts you on his lap again, putting his fingers in your slick.

“Wow, that’s quite a lot sweetheart.”

“I’ve never….well not like that before.” You explain. He nods, putting his fingers inside your significantly looser hole, doing small beckoning motions inside of you. You start breathing heavy again as he pumps his fingers in and out. You cling onto his jacket, already feeling your stomach swell in waves of pleasure. When you release again, he just flashes you a satisfied look.

“I’m gonna take my pants off. You can rub yourself on my thigh first, gotta get you ready for my cock.”  You’re flushing red and just let out a small sound of understanding. When you see his half-hard cock in his underwear, though, you are so consumed with lust you can’t think of anything else but touching it.

“Go on get on my thigh.” Arthur tells you with a comforting smile. He notices your hesitant expression.

“What is it?” 

“I want to touch you.” You blurt out. He smirks.

“Really?” He asks. You nod. 

“Please.” Arthur gets off better through pleasuring others, but you’re so beautifully eager that he doesn’t think twice.

“Here.” He says, taking off the glove on your right hand and guiding it into his (boxers? Whatever tf they had back then) It was warm and felt very strange in a way you weren’t sure you liked, however feeling it grow in the palm of your hand was satisfying. You pulled the pants further down, taking out his cock. It was pretty well groomed and a lot cleaner than you had anticipated. It was also big. You knew it would be, he was practically a cowboy and you definitely knew what they said about cowboys.

He grabbed your hand and gripped it sternly over his shaft.

“Move your thumb over the tip…” He moves your fingers, rubbing himself with them.

“Like this. Then with your hand, apply press- mm” He lets out a low groan.

“And move up and down like this.” You nod, smiling a little awkwardly as you go up and down as fast as you can. Arthur rolls his head back.

“Damn….thats the way sweetheart fuck~” Arthur babbled. You smile, liking the effect you had on him.You continued at that pace and pressure for a while until his moans had progressed into hot fucking whimpers. He smirks at you knowingly. 

“This turn you on gorgeous?” You don’t reply with words, just a simple nod. He hums in response. 

“Show me how much.”

You remove your hand from his cock and reach down to your cunt, getting a thick layer of your slick from your fingers and showing him, clearly still embarrassed.He acknowledges this with a fond look of satisfaction. 

“Coat my cock with it.” He instructs, and your eyes widen at his bluntness. 

“I-“ You stop yourself, deciding your words were of little value in a situation like this. You do as he says, applying a thing layer of your spent and moving even faster. He moans at the sensation and warm precum floods your hands. You look up at him nervously.

“Wait…did you?” 

“No sweetheart, you gotta do more than that.”

“Then why? What is…” you say, your fingers fidgeting with the liquid on your hands. He chuckles, fuck his laugh is attractive, too. 

“It happens a little before. When it feels good, it means I’m close just keep going sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me.” You nod and go faster, feeling his precum dripping over your fingers.

He lets out a low groan combined with a slightly high pitched, breathy whimper. If your ears could cum, they would have just then. You watch with admiration as his head leans back, his glowing face looking all that much sexier when he wasn’t consumed in a mission.

“Mmmph…so good sweeth- oh fuck…” He lets out. You keep your eyes on him even as his cock pulses inside your hand, warmth completely coated your significantly smaller hand. You finally look back down at it.

“What does…what would it taste like?” You question, not even sure why the question crossed your mind. He laughs.

“Now how would I know that my lady?” He asks, still breathing heavily. You roll your eyes at yourself.

“Right.” You exclaim, feeling stupid. He puts a hand on your cheek.

“You did real good…” He says, but you’re still preoccupied in your own thoughts. 

You should have asked first, probably, and in truth you’re not sure why you didn’t, but you put him in your mouth, tasting the salty, metallic flavour of him and evaluating the texture. He lets out a shocked gasp.

“H…holy….don’t- wh…” Is all he can manage, his dick practically swelling in your mouth. You stop and look up at him, swallowing what was in your mouth.

“Sorry…did you not like it?”

“Well I….of course I did- do- of course I do but…you need to give it time, it’s sensitive after releasing all that.” He explains. Your smile widens.

“It sounded like you like it.”

“I do b-“ You put him in your mouth again and this time he grabs your head and instinctively pushes it down, furthering himself in your mouth. 

You’re stunned by his actions and also weirdly turned on, it’s not too much for you to handle and the new roughness he could give and is obviously keeping from you was starting to show. You continue and feel him rock hard again, not even able to speak and replacing his words with small whimpers and sighs. 

“Hey um…stop st-“ He lets out. You do as he says, scared you did something wrong.

“Are you a virgin?” He speaks softly once he finally got his words back. You look a little upset now.

“That bad, huh?”

“What? It was incredible I’ve never felt that good in my life it’s just. If you’re willing we could…uh”

“Oh.” You say, your cheeks lighting up.

“I know you said you haven’t done anything like this.” He adds. “You probably want to save yourself for your husband.”

‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. George Pettie said that.” 

“Who?” 

“He’s an author, he- nevermind.” You say, taking off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt. 

“I’m not a good person, you don’t want your first to be with some random outlaw you met at a party do you?” He questions as the last of his clothes are removes and you see his glistening body, gentle lines of hair across the center. You shrug.

“It’s better this way, better to have experience, you know?” He rolls his eyes playfully. 

“So you went for me. Wow, a man thinks he’s special…” He teases, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you onto his lap. You gasp at the feeling of your bare bodies touching like this, his warm thighs under your wet pussy, it was something you never knew you were craving. 

“I’m gonna get you used to the rocking motion…uh.” He starts, taking you by the hips again and moves you slowly up his thigh. He moves you back down and you gasp at the sensation, your clit already fucking throbbing for him. Arthur smirks happily and moves you back again, this time with your help as you thrust your hips onto him. You let out a loud moan. He smiles widely. 

“Mmm…good girl.” He murmurs as you start pleasuring yourself on his thigh. You look away nervously but keep moving up and down.

“I feel bad.” You say, simply. “You can’t feel anything when I do this.” He kisses you deeply and fuck do you love the feeling of his tongue dancing with yours. 

“I love it like this.” Arthur admits, and you can tell by the look on his face that he’s genuine.  Your pleasure is everything to him, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give it to you. 

You keep going for a while, letting a chorus of gasps and moans escape your lips in a song of desperation. You’re close again, your eyes shutting involuntarily as you grip onto his hair. 

“So good…” You exclaim, thrusting harshly. He kisses you even longer this time. 

“Real good, girl.” He coos. 

You look down and Arthur looks almost painfully hard at all this commotion. You look at him nervously. He smiles comfortingly at you. 

“Lie down.” He tells you, and you do as he says, carefully getting off his lap and lying down on the bed beside him. 

“Good, now take deep breaths, it might hurt a little at first okay?” Your wetness pools between your thighs. He’s so fucking caring, at least in this situation, and fuck…he talks you through it. You know he’s experienced and yet he’s treating every sensation like its a first for both of you 

“Sweetheart?” He asks, softly, bringing you out of your head long enough to enjoy the experience. You blush.

“Yea- Yes.” You say, and he towers over you, sucking at the soft skin of your neck and urging a breathy moan in response. 

“Don’t…mess around Arthur- just do it already.” He raises an eyebrow at this.

“Eager, aren’t you miss? Do you want me bad?” You roll your eyes, only somewhat playfully. 

“Just do it.” You repeat. He didn’t really need to be told twice, because he was already lining himself up with your small, dripping cunt. You gasp and he lets out a deep groan when he first enters you. It stings slightly, after all he’s fucking large, but the pain of it all mixed with the pleasure you know he can give you only enhances the situation. 

Arthur watches you from above, noting every noise you make as a result of the things he does to you. He particularly notices the way he forces himself inside you, the way you take every inch of him so fucking well, especially when there’s so much of him to take. It feels fucking phenomenal for him too, the heat of it, the stickiness from all his prior manipulation, it takes everything inside him to not thrust in and out as hard and fast as he wants to, using you as a fucking toy. You would be so perfect for that if that’s what you were into, or if you were any of Arthurs usual sexual partners- troubled women usually, who just want their brains to be fucked out by an outlaw. You were different though. Eager, maybe, but a dignified and intelligent woman who was sleeping with him because she knew it was what she wanted and not because she was troubled or unsatisfied by other men. 

You could see that lustful look in his eye as he cautiously went in and out and you reach up to put a hand on his face. 

“I can handle it Morgan. Go as fast as you want.” It’s like you could hear his thoughts. Arthur always had been transparent. He shakes his head.

“I’m not going to use…” He lets out a groan. “You.” He adds. You give him the most seductive look you know how to make.

“Use me.” You say, and his eyes darken at your comment. You grabs your legs and pins them above your head, forcing his entire cock inside you with some force, making you moan so loud you practically scream. 

“Am I hurting y-“

“Enough with that, Morgan. “If you’re as bad of a man as you claim, you’ll treat me however you want to treat me.”

“I want to treat you well…” Arthur tries, unconvincingly. You give him a comforting look.

“Go on, Morgan.” You affirm again, and he nods, changing his attitude. 

“You gonna take it like a fucking good girl?” He questions and holy fuck, this is turning you on significantly more, which is also more or less a concern, you can cross that bridge if and when it comes to it though. 

“Fuck…yes Morg-“

“Don’t fucking call me that. What’s my name?”

“A…Arthur.” You cry out as he moves so fucking fast, so fucking effortlessly.  He smiles.

“Good girl.” He continues on until your words aren’t even audible to him.

“Look at you.” Arthur rambles, putting a hand on your throat, still holding your other leg. 

“So fucking full with my cock, I didn’t think you’d like it like this, guess I was- oh fuck~ mistaken.” You don’t say anything, you couldn’t even if you wanted to, but you felt yourself nearing yet another orgasm. 

“I’m gonna have to pull….ah~ out soon.” Arthur warns, not slowing down or easing back even slightly. Your eyes are still shut tight, so fucking close yourself. And then you experience it, your stomach swirling in ethereal waves as your own slick pours down his cock and your pussy. He pulls out, spinning his body away and letting the warm white liquid spill onto himself. 

When you finally open your eyes, you notice him wiping himself down with a nearby washcloth. He wipes your thighs down too and pulls you in so you’re lying down besides each other. 

“Well I think we got what we needed from this party.” He says, letting out a soft laugh. You nod.

“Thank god the guards didn’t hear all that.”

“Ah yes, what would daddy’s guards think?” You hit him playfully. 

“Let’s go.” You say and he nods, getting up and grabbing his clothes from the ground.

“So now you’re authoritative.” He mutters to himself. 

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 🙏

Tag list:

@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. 

(Sub Abby on my page btw)

I just want to say that Juniper x, the person who makes all those audios on soundgasm.net is one of my favourite people and I haven’t even met them. Each audio is a really decent length- like an Abby audio I listened to last night was literally 45 minutes or something and you can bet your ass I listened to the whole thing. The voice and effects sound so fucking realistic which makes me think it could be the creator themselves who made it with their voice, regardless, so many mannerisms were so spot on I was like obsessed. The dialogue was so well written, like… I wrote a sub Abby fic the other day since everyone’s been asking me for them, and it doesn’t even compare to the eargasm I experienced through her audio yesterday. 

The only other one I’ve heard of theirs so far was this, I’m not sure if it was Abby but it was like a woman working in a field and- anyway it’s unimportant but I was addicted from there on. Thank you Juniper x whoever you are. You’re invited to my future wedding if there is one. 

Heres one of them, just go to their pfp and look around, you won't be disappointed.

Also does anyone know what happened to the account "Elliesmoth"

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.”

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

So good oml

I don’t care that you’re a stoner

Ceo!abby

Dr. A.A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I promise doctor.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Abby please-“

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

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

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

“Every. Last. Drop.”

“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?”

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.