This One's Actually Wild- Ghoul X Reader Fic
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….
——————————————————————————————————
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?"
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Watching Abbys fav movie
Fluffy w a bit lot of smut ofc <3
A/N: This probably wouldn’t be Abbys favourite movie so I just chose one I had seen sorry ya’ll, thanks for understanding. It also probably wouldn’t have been made by then but this is just a fan fic.
(This reminds me of that tiktok audio: “stole the kraggle, the most powerful object in the universe. Blah, blah, blah. Proper name, place name, backstory stuff.)
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Abby has always been big on movies. It’s an easy escape that she doesn’t need to be too awake to enjoy and it doesn’t require the same focus as when she’s reading. Additionally it makes the world seem like it’s not the fucked up mess it is now, a small victory for Abby.
Most movies she would watch silently and happily, zoning out slightly and cuddling with you while she watches. This, however, was her favourite movie, one which she had seen 100 times, and she was going to pause it and tell you every little thought she had on it. You sigh when you see the length of the movie.
“Abby…2 hours and 46 minutes? It’s already 11:30 do we really need to see the second one?” You protest playfully. She kisses you happily, putting one of her large hands on your head and kneading it through your hair.
“But baby, in this one, the fremen recognise Pauls talents and treat him as their messiah even though he dreams of all that death and shit from the first one.”
“Okay…”
“But then the love interest he’s been dreaming of recognises they’re being manipulated.”
“Oh shit, wait so she goes against him…oh fuck does she die??”
“No baby…pretty much-“ As Abby explains Dune, it’s sequel, the original dune, the books and the other versions to you further, the words become distant to you. It’s not because what she’s saying doesn’t interest you, in fact it’s more the opposite, seeing Abby so happy and passionate about something adds to your own happiness, but hearing her explain things, well that was always a turn on for you, regardless of the topic, but as she went on about the symbolism and different characters, you could feel heat growing between your legs. It was an embarrassing thing you didn’t plan on admitting to her, of course Abby being Abby would never let you live it down, but everything she said made you want to climb on top of her and ride the shit out of her.
“Pretty much melange represents the untapped potential of human perception and brainpower. That’s the stuff that allows Paul to achieve the greatest heights of his power and- oh I’m sorry, have I lost you?” She asks. Shit.
“No...no um…melange, right.”
“Yeah well that’s just another word for the spice, but then in dune part two Pauls’ mum drinks the worm juice, which is called water of life.”
It would be so easy, you thought to yourself. You could get between her big thighs while she watches the movie and you could give her the relaxing experience she so deserved.
“But anyway you’ll understand when you see it. Shall we?”
Her fingers would feel so good right now.
“Um…baby?”
“Oh- oh what? Yeah…yes.” She tilts her head with equal parts concern and amusement on her face.
“Have I bored you?”
“What? Oh my god no, never. I was just…thinking.”
“About the movie?” She asks, and the look on your face makes it so fucking obvious to her just what it was you were so focused on. She smirks knowingly at you.
“I see.”
“It’s not…even like that-“ You try. She puts her hands up in defence. “
“I didn’t say anything-“
“It’s just….you explaining like this I’m just…a little”
“Horny as shit, clearly. I was just trying to tell you about the movie you know?” You groan, covering your eyes in embarrassment.
“I’m focused- I mean, focusing, from now on I promise.” She picks you up by the waist and kisses you deeply, holding your face now on either side.
“Dune 2 can wait. You watched the whole first one like such a good girl. Here, rub your clit on my thigh for me like you do.” Your eyes widen at her request and she laughs mockingly.
“Don’t look at me like that as if you weren’t begging for it in your head.” You sigh, finally obeying her and starting to grind your hips on her lap. She smiles approvingly.
“Good girl.”
“Abby this is…I feel stupid-“
“Aw come on, I’ll give you what you want soon enough, you can handle a few minutes of grinding can’t you?” You let out another sharp exhale as your clit rubs nicely over your clothes.
“F…fine.” You moan, moving slowly back and fourth.
“In Dune: Part Two, we find Lady Fenring seducing Feyd all under the orders of the Bene Gesserit to sire a child from Feyd's bloodline.” Your eyes are shut from your own pleasure, but your confusion is still clear.
“You’re still talking about the movie?” You ask, bewildered. She hums into you in agreement.
“You said my explanations turn you on, does it not?” You moan in agreement and now she’s guiding your hips and up and down your thigh.
“F…fuck” You bite your lip, already feeling embarrassingly close.
“Sharon Duncan-Brewster plays the role of Dr. Liet-Kynes, an ecologist on Arrakis. This is a notable change from the book. In Herbert’s novel, Liet-Kynes is a man, but her character is female in the film.” Abby tells you.
So. Close.
“Abb- ngggh~” She laughs at your reactions, smiling proudly at you.
“Well that was a noise.”
“Shut up.” You joke back, continuing to move up and down at a steady pace. She leans in to your ear.
“Oh but baby you don’t want that, how else will I tell you these things that has your pussy swallowing my fucking thigh like a greedy whore hm?” You don’t need to tell her that you’re cumming, the pornographic moan that left your mouth said it all.
“Shh…that’s my girl…”
“Fuck~” You whimper. Abby nods again.
“I know baby.” She guides you off of her thigh now.
“I’m gonna go get the strap, you enjoy the movie a moment. Give that greedy pussy of yours some time to breathe.” You slap her playfully and she catches your hand midair.
“Be right back.” She says, kissing your lips swiftly. The simple act of it makes your cheeks flash crimson. She returns with the strap in hand a long with a bottle of clear liquid. She goes to put on the strap but you stop her.
“What is it? Not in the mood anymore?” She asks, genuinely worried and sitting beside you. You smile reassuringly.
“Of course I’m in the mood you’re…you…” She laughs at your answer.
“Um…thank you? Then what…”
“I want to eat you out first.” You say, and she gives you a warning look.
“You…want to eat meout?” You’re flushing. And more than that you’re worried about how she’ll react. During your relationship Abby has always made it clear she was the giver. She’d eat you out relentlessly no matter the situation, tease you, fuck you good, no matter what it was, it was her, and obviously that would get no protest from you, but today, hearing her like this, seeing her all adorable and in her element about something, it had you craving being on your knees in between her big thighs.
“…Please.” Fuck that was pathetic, though there was no backing out now, you supposed.
“I don’t know baby…”
“Just…keep talking about the movie. Wanna hear you talk. Just please let me taste you, just once.” She tries to fight the smirk touching her lips but hearing those soft pleas was like drugs.
“Just once…” She agreed, spreading her legs before you.
You unbuckle her belt eagerly, tugging the pants down to the floor. Then, you do the same with her boxers, revealing her glistening, beautiful pussy. You wanted to scream with excitement, another thing you would never admit, but of course you were a mature adult, one with a pussy of their own, and weren’t going to embarrass yourself in front of any top-scar killers any time soon. Not even if they were your girlfriend.
You start by kissing her inner thighs, sucking on the soft, tender skin there. Then, you waste almost no time before licking all the way down her cunt. Holy fucking shit-fuck. She tasted amazing.
You moan slightly into her cunt as you go, still exploring and tasting the delicious silver liquid. Then, you latched on to her pretty pink clit, licking swiftly over and around it and moving your head in unison, making a chorus of moans, gasps and unfamiliar noises from Abbys lips. Abby wouldn’t admit it either- a common theme in your relationship, but she didn’t remember the last time she felt this good receiving anything.
When she cums, you expect low grunts like the ones you’d hear when she’d work out or all those times when she’s fucking you. Instead, her voice is high pitched and breathy. She pulls you up by the hair so you’re facing her.
“Well?” You ask. Abby doesn’t say anything, she walks over and grabs the strap, putting it on as fast as she can.
“Gonna fuck you so damn good for that.” You laugh at her words.
“Abby, you don’t need to prove anything, just cause I went down on you one time doesn’t mean-“
“I’m. Going. To fuck you.” She says, and you laugh, putting your hands up in surrender.
“Yes ma’am.”
She puts her hands over your cunt and nods approvingly over how wet it is. She coats the strap with your slick and the lube and lines it up with your eager cunt.
“Ready, sweet girl?” She asks, though its more of a mockery than anything, You laugh.
“Obviously.” You reply, and with that she thrusts it inside, making your moan loudly. She puts more and more until its almost completely in.
“Shh…I know but you can take it can’t you?” She asks. You nod.
“Yes Abby ohfuck” The feeling is insatiable and shes hitting up into you so fucking well, hitting every place she knows drives you mad in the way you love. You glance over at the screen.
“What’s happening now?” You ask her between breaths. She jokingly acts offended.
“Seriously? I’m tryna’ ohfuck focus.” Abby moans. You frown at her words.
“Fine, won’t you tell me one more fact then?” She laughs, hitting a spot that makes you moan even louder.
“Well…my dad told me the film is based on Frank Herbert’s sci-fi novel by um…” You were both getting close now. You clung to her back, nails digging into her pretty, muscular skin. “the same name. And the film it came out in…in 1965 and Denis Villeneuve’s film is only…only a part of it oh fuck~~” The strap is hitting Abby’s clit perfectly with each thrust and you both cum together, moaning and moving almost artistically as one.
The sound of another thumper in the movie gives you a heart attack and Abby laughs, removing the strap and pulling you close. She puts her hands on your waist and she puts a thin blanket over the two of you.
“You know…I think I like this movie more than I thought.” You tell her as she goes back to kneading her fingers through your hair like she always did. She just smiles at this.
“Mmm, I think I’ll watch Dune with Manny next time. We’ll be able to get through a scene without fucking.”
“If Manny watches with you he’ll be lucky to get through a scene without you talking.” You retort. She gets back on top of you and kisses you in a way that takes your breath away.
“You love it.” She responds, getting back to her original position. You smile into the hug, watching the screen again and enjoying her warmth.
“Yea.” You reply simply. “I do.”
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3: Abby notices you staring at her hands during dinner https://rb.gy/rawvyg
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Ellie/Dina:
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Since my Abby fic isn't ready yet, Ima bless ya'll with some TLOU2 remastered photo modes of my wife.
Sevika 18+ head canons and very spicy fic ;)
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (s receiving) , scissoring, use of strap on, (receiving) choking, hickeys, use of n!pple clamps, mention of sex workers
@cattjull
Head canons:
Incredibly good at sex- She regulars at one specific brothel at the other side of town to where she both lives and works. Never sleeps with anyone she doesn’t pay for and uses this as an excuse to use them in every way she can. She’s comforted by the fact there is no judgement in it. Like sex is her own seperate world made for her pleasure alone.
Spitting kink- It’s not so much for degradation than it is to watch you soaked by her in every way you can be. (Also a little bit for degradation.)
Choking kink- (with her arm ofc) she loves the fact that something that can inflict so much harm can also be used for something as fragile as sex. (Always makes sure you’re okay with it though.)
There are some days where she will just get naked with a girl or two and just lie with them for a bit, sitting quietly in her own thoughts while admiring the view beside her. She’ll ask her about their day and be genuinely happy to hear about it. She’ll still pay them handsomely for their time of course, and she becomes such a favourite that she gets some nights for free and they always have Sevikas favourite room cleared out for her.
On top strap gameee
Loves a show. Makes you ride her thigh or any part of her body, loves your tits in her face, loves watching girls with each other, it’s her favourite type of foreplay before she absolutely rails the shit out of you
FIC: Sit on my lap
For someone from the overcity, you certainly didn’t feel any perks of “privilege” that undercity residents loved to rage on about you all having. It was just you and your brother. Your parents left to go do greater things for the overcity government leaders last year and took all of their fortune with them, leaving nothing but the house you both live in. Your brothers making coin doing some sort of security work with his jackass friends while he landed you a job pouring cups at a discreet establishment downtown. When he told you about it, you first had imagined a speakeasy or a casino, but when you arrived it was far from it. Women walking around in breezy, pale pink dresses, men and women dancing without their clothes on, and of course you could only imagine what was happening behind the closed doors, if the loud moans were any indication.
You begged your brother not to make you work there. That you would do anything else, but he urged you to give it a shot, and the women there were all really kind, the men surprisingly respectful, and you didn’t have to perform any of the tasks the other women did. All you had to do was wear a dress, smile, and pour wine and water for the guests.
You had a shift tonight that you weren’t overly looking forward to. They always stay open longer on Thursday nights and you didn’t really want to be catering the drunken guests who stay till 4am.
When you got there, the girls were all giggling excitedly and the owner looked more on edge than usual. You greet her casually and she explains a VIP customer was coming in.
“What do you want me to do?” You question. She sighs.
“Our favourite girls sick, our other cup bearers not working tonight and most of our rooms are booked. We’re completely unprepared for Sevika tonight.” She explains. You nod simply. You’re the only cup bearer…great.
“Just…go get changed and make your rounds, I’ll let you know when she arrives.” That was the last you heard for a while, your thoughts blurring together. You pour water for the two customers who have arrived within the hour. Thankfully neither of the men were handsy with you and you were left to fold and prepare the bed in Sevikas room. Your colleagues had told you stories in very intimate detail about her. Your friend often said it felt like she should be the one paying because Sevika was “just that good.” It made you think about it. Or perhaps dream about it would be a better word. You often grew curious at the sounds emerging from the rooms. You knew to some regard, the women who were employed here, their noises were fake. A hoax or exaggeration to impress the men and women who visit. Make them feel powerful or something.
But part of you wanted to open the door, even just a crack. To look in and see the guests feel everything they want to feel. The idea was exciting, making someone feel good In this way. Part of you wishes you had the experience to do what some of your friends did, but other parts, the more sane perhaps, had a different moral view on it and didn’t want to be an object to men.
You jump when the door opens and both Sevika and the owner walk in. You quickly recollect yourself, smiling at them both. You knew it was her straight away due to the sheer size of her body, or more specifically her arm and thighs. She was dressed nicely with a fitted button up shirt with a dark pink wrap on top. Her arm was a beautiful gold replacement with pink liquid flowing through it. Her raven hair only added to the allurement of her being, with this arched eyebrows and an interesting scar across her otherwise perfect face. You attempt to make an introduction, but words fail you as you continue to eye up the woman.
“Uh…forgive her, this is my new cup bearer. She has made all the arrangements to your room as you like them.” Sevika doesn’t reply, but she gives you a menacing smirk that seems to make the contents of your stomach flip.
“Thank you. Is Angie here?” She asks, still not fully acknowledging you. The owner blushes.
“Uh…unfortunately Angela is sick, but all my girls are eager to work with you. You may have your pick of them.” She tilts her head, eying your body slowly.
“No. That’s okay. Leave us.” She instructs. Her tone isn’t angry, nor is it anything else, it is simply an instruction that the owner knew better than to question.
“If you need anything, just ask her.” Sevika smiles, her eyes darkening slightly.
“Oh, I will.”
The door closes and the room suddenly feels all that much warmer. You clear your throat.
“Wine…?” You ask, suddenly becoming very conscious over the way you asked that.
“I mean….I meant…could I interest you in some wine?” Jesus why do you exist right now? She lets out a short laugh. It’s deep when she does this, and it makes you feel ways you shouldn’t.
“Sure. Pour yourself one too.” Your eyes widen at her words.
“Oh…I don’t think I’m allowed to drink while I’m working.” You explain. She walks past you, taking a seat on the bed. You don’t turn to face her, only looking at the jug and the glass.
“Oh no? But you seem so…tense.” She says, and you could certainly agree that relaxed was the furthest you felt right now. Plus, she was a VIP and the owner told you to do everything VIPS ask. You don’t reply to Sevika with words, instead picking up an extra glass from the table and pouring wine into it. She smirks.
“Good girl.” When you turn to face her she’s naked. Like. Literally naked, with her bare beautiful fucking tits exposed all the way down to…well you weren’t going to look at that. In fact, you tried not to look at all. You quickly whip your head back to the wall, spilling a drop of wine or twoo in the process.
“Fuck…sorry.” You say quickly. She laughs.
“You are aware of where it is you work?” Sevika teases. You can’t help but smile slightly, still blushing from nerves.
“Fuck…sorry.” You repeat. “I’m new.” You add dumbly. She smiles again.
“So I hear.” You carefully return your gaze to her face, trying your hardest to focus on her eyes. Meanwhile, hers linger ever so slowly down your body.
“Lose the dress.” Your mouth drops ajar, parted by the shock and letting out a gasp by accident. You clear your throat, returning your face to a composed and neutral expression.
“I’m sorry. I don’t do that kind of work. I only pour wine…and water…and I guess fetch things but-“ Sevika watching patiently as you make a fool of yourself only makes things worse. You take a deep breath.
“I can go get you my friend.”
“No.” Your eyes finally meet hers again. You take a sip, or rather a gulp of the wine, shuffling a little where you stood.
“Come. Sit on my lap.” At first you think you have misheard her. You must have…because there would no reasonable explanation for Sevika…the one from all your friends fucking stories…to have asked you to sit on her VERY bare lap without any expectation of sex.
“I’m not gonna sleep with you.” You let out all at once, your cheeks flushing. You’re terrified of how she’ll react. I guess you can kiss this job goodbye.
“Shame.” She replies, nonchalantly. “Anyway, I only offered because you’re shaking like a fucking leaf over there. Sit beside me then if my body bothers you.” She explains calmly. The mention of her body causes your impulses to look again. She truly does have the nicest pair of tits you’ve ever seen. Her stomach, her arms, you want all of it. You take a seat beside her, sitting so far on the edge of the bed you’re practically falling off.
“How does a gorgeous little thing find her way to a brothel…untouched?” She questions, speaking ever so softly now. You smile slightly.
“My brother said we needed money.” You admit. “And if it’s any consolation, I’m not ‘untouched.’ I’ve had a boyfriend before.” She laughs, noticeably impressed.
“Boyfriend, huh? Lucky guy.” The air feels so thick in the room and her very naked body is driving you crazy. You take another gulp of the wine. “What about girlfriend? Ever let a girl touch you?” She asks. You turn to face her now and she meets your shocked expression with a calm and slightly cocky smirk.
“Relax, you don’t need to answer that sweetie.” She says, the nickname clearly a mockery. You roll your eyes.
“No. No woman has ever touched me and before you ask why, it’s because I’ve never met a woman interested, okay?” She tilts her head, her smirk leaving her lips.
“Trust me, if a woman has any queer bone in her body, she’s been interested in you.” Her words make your ears and cheeks heat up, as well as a particular sensitive organ that’s fighting for its life right now.
“I….uh…”
“Have your friends described it to you? What it’s like with a woman?” You almost choke on the wine.
“Well….I presume the same as with men but different parts.”
“Woah, you really are bright.” She teases, and you can’t help but laugh back.
“Whatever. Yes, they’ve told me stuff.”
“Describe it to me.” The glass barely touches your lips when you bring it back down again.
“Why?” The same smirk returns and needless to say, your body reacts to it.
“Ah, I didn’t realise you could ask me questions.” You hesitate. She was right. The rule with VIP customers, or customers in general provided they weren’t doing anything harmful, was to listen and do what the customer wants with no questions asked.
“I’m sorry.” You say quietly. And you truly meant that. She was here for the first time in weeks and she got a barely sociable girl who won’t sleep with her. Sevika laughs.
“I’m teasing. You need to learn to loosen up more.” You smile.
“Isn’t that what the wines for?”
“Another question.” She remarks. You move a little closer to her now.
“Is that not allowed?” She looks away from you.
“Answer me.” She repeats. You nod.
“My friend said you use a strap on her. She said you have…” You clear your throat in a pathetic attempt to conceal your own embarrassment. “Good rhythm. My other friend says you’re really good with your hands….even the mechanical one.”
“Especially the mechanical one.” Sevika corrects. “And I could make you feel good too you know? Pay you enough gold that people will be pouring your cups.” You would be lying if you said the idea hadn’t crossed your mind, but what good is a fucking virgin going to be with a VIP?
“I haven’t been with any women remember?” You decide to say. She laughs.
“You and your questions. Sit. On. My. Lap.”
And just like that, you were on her, your legs on either side of her bare waist.
“How’s that?” She asks. You smile softly at her.
“Good. I mean we haven’t done anything yet so…”
“Oh I know, and when you do you will feel that, and I’ll need to ask you again, but for the mean time answer me.”
“Yes. Yes it’s good.”
“Good. Take off your underwear.”
“Sevika….I’m not a….”
“Sex worker? Usually when someone says ‘I work in a brothel…’
“Okay fair point.” You say, letting out a half-laugh half-gasp. You remove your underwear, not really sure as to what the fuck you were doing right now. Before, you were disgusted at the thought of being in a brothel. Worried about creepy men or having to eventually fuck one. Granted though, Sevika was far from a man, and in this entire brothel she was the most desirable woman, and she wanted you, perhaps that needed no further explanation.
“Good…now I’m just gonna move you up a little further is that alright?” She asks. You nod quickly. “Yes.” Is all you can manage to let out. She pulls you by the hips so that your cunts are practically together. Hers is already soaking, and it makes the space between your thighs follow suit. You bite your lip when your clit grazes over her. She smiles at your behaviour.
“I’m just going to lift your leg like-“ She moves it effortlessly over her own, exposing yourself further. “this.” She adds. You let out a nervous chuckle.
“Something funny?” She asks gently. You laugh again.
“Yes. I said only moments ago I wasn’t going to sleep with you. It felt so definitive.”
“Yes well…I’m sure your friends would agree that I can be very…persuasive.” She starts slowly moving her hips and you let out a breathy moan.
“This can be a little hard to do on your first time but I think you’ll be alright. Just move your hips in rhythm with mine left to right and I’m gonna buck up into you mkay?” You laugh again.
“I don’t need to babied…” You say quietly. She grabs each side of your face, the cold metal of one of her arms bringing goosebumps to the rest of your body. Then, she kisses your deeply, tongue exploring your mouth like its the first meal she’s had in days. She lets you go and you take a deep breath to replace the one she had just knocked out of you.
“You’re gonna use that mouth for something better for that. Get on your knees.” Your eyes widen, red painting your face at her words.
“I only meant-“
“Get. On your knees.” You comply, cautiously removing yourself from her lap and kneeling in front of her on the bed.
“Ever taste yourself, gorgeous?” She asked. You’re too focused on her body from this new angle to really process what she said. The lingering silence implies you have missed something though, and her expecting gaze affirmed it further.
“Sorry, what?” Sevika scoffs.
“I said, have you ever put your fingers inside yourself and fucking tasted it.” She repeats. You don’t know how to respond to it, so you just nod slowly. She smiles. “Good girl. Well it won’t be much different than that. I’m gonna pull your hair to where I need you. If you need a breath just tap my thigh twice.” You exchange a look.
“I said I don’t need to be ba-“ But before you can finish the sentence, she’s pulling you down into her cunt. You tongue between her folds eagerly, pleasantly surprised at the feeling. The taste is something else entirely, as she somehow has a taste you could only imagine belonging to her, and fuck this might be your new favourite thing ever. She tugs your hair just as she said she would, guiding you up to her puffy clit. You suck on it, moving your head around in a circular motion. In truth, you’re not sure what you’re doing, but as a woman, you can only assume the pleasure in her body is not so different from yours. This appears to me true as you reap deep groans from her mouth and satisfied sighs.
She bucks up into your mouth and it feels like you can’t breathe, but the taste of her and the noises you pull makes the air in your lungs seem a small and insignificant price to pay in exchange for her pleasure. You can tell she’s close from the way she drips into your mouth and down your chin. You moan into her pussy and it’s not long before her thighs are shaking and she’s throbbing in your mouth. She finally releases you from her strong grasp and you go back up to face her. With her metal arm, she wipes her slick off your chin with a smile.
“Good girl. You’ll learn with me quite quickly, I should think, that only good girls get to be fucked within an inch of their fucking life. Get on my lap again, we’ll try this again.” You nod, and if you’re being honest with yourself, if that was the punishment for talking out of turn, you would gladly do it more.
“I thought you preferred using a strap…” You remarked quietly. Sevika shrugged.
“Wanna prepare you for that though. Give you some nice friction before I start fucking you with my strap.” Your mouth drops slightly. She was going to…do both? You blush.
“Oh…okay…” You reply, feeling a little pathetic. You resituate yourself on her lap, feeling the combination of your saliva and her cum as you move your leg up again. She grabs your hips, moving into you and sucking on your neck. You gasp.
“It’ll mark….” You say. She smirks that distinctive, cocky, sevika smirk again.
“It’s cute that you think I would care about that. Your neck won’t be the only part of you that will be ruined, so I recommend you get rid of the idea that I’m going to leave that gorgeous figure untouched. Take off your dress.”
You do it and she leans her head back in arousal at the site of your bare tits.
“You don’t wear a bra in a brothel?” She asks. You shrug, avoiding eye contact with a small, nervous smile.
“Miss Selise doesn’t let us wear them.”
“Hm.” She replies. She puts her large hands on your tits, playing with your sensitive nipples and rolling them carefully between her fingertips. She pulls you by the hips even closer, putting one of your tits in her mouth. You let out a moan from how sensitive it is. She takes it out of your mouth, smiling.
“Ah, you like that shit, gorgeous?” You look away, still intimidated by her fiery gaze.
“Yea.” You admit, simply. She puts the other one in her mouth and you have the same reaction.
“I have something I do with some girls…” Sevika starts. “Have you ever used a nipple clamp?” Your mouth opens widely.
“I- no.” You reply, weirdly defensive. She nods. “
“It’s not for everyone. It hurts a little but also feels really fucking good while you’re fucking. Do you want to try it with me?” She asks. You consider it for a moment.
“Look just cause you work here doesn’t mean you actually have to do everything I want. You can say no.”
“I- I do.” She tilts her head with a cunning smirk.
“You do…what?”
“I do want to try it.” You blurt out, and it is as if the words were operate from your own head. She nods. “Good, there’s one in that pink box on the desk.” You carefully get off of her and return with the clamp, looking curiously over the metal.
“I’m just gonna put it on carefully….” You wince slightly as she puts it on, but you agree that it feels kind of good with this attached to her, especially in front of Sevika, it makes you feel like her property and a weirdly gratifying way.
She starts moving her hips again and it takes you a moment to keep up with her rhythm, but when you do the feeling is incredible. You let out a chorus of moans and your joint wetness adds to the feeling.
“Gonna….mmm” You cry out. She continues her rhythm, never straying from it once. You shut your eyes tightly when you cum, Sevikas own orgasm following swiftly. After a while, you reopen your eyes to see her watching you with a smug expression.
“How was that?” She asks. You laugh in response, still feeling lightheaded from the fucking stars she made you see.
“I think…the workers aren’t meant to be receiving more pleasure than the customer.” You say with a small smile. She kisses you swiftly.
“You really think that little of yourself?” You shift a little in position, clearing your throat.
“You mean you…felt good too?” You question softly. She laughs this time. Proper laughs.
“Jesus, gorgeous. Men must have done a number on you.” Your facial expressions shift slightly.
“What do you mean….?”
“You have no idea how attractive you are. Or what you’re capable of.” You laugh sarcastically.
“Which is sex?”
“Yes, sex, but I’m sure you’re capable of a lot more as well, if you stop expecting yourself to immediately fail at them.” You just pause and consider her words for a moment.
“Thank you.” You decide to say. Her eyes light up and she gives you a reassuring smile. She won’t admit it, but Sevika was growing a new personal favourite worker.
“Here, Ill remove the clamps-“
“No.” You clear your throat. “I mean, you can leave it…you still have to use the strap don’t you?” She grins her entire face looks different.
“I’m starting to like your questions.” She remarks. “Go get the strap then.” You nod, walking back over to the box and getting out a purple, rather large strap with some kind of liquid capsule attached.
“This?” You question. She nods, beckoning you back over with her hand. You smile at it.
“It’s purple.” You exclaim. She laughs, restraining the urge to say ‘no shit’
“It is.” She says instead. She moves back to the top of the bed, near the pillows.
“Get under me.” She says, and you nod, lying down and placing your head on one of the pillows. Sevika effortlessly attaches the strap to her waist.
“This ones my absolutely favourite.” Sevika remarks. You nod, hoping she’ll elaborate further.
“It’s big….pretty, and it ejaculates too.” You stare at her, surprised.
“Really?” She nods.
“It’s just a water based lube, feels pretty good tho I’ve been told.”
“You never have it used on you?” You ask, and with this she takes her mechanical arm and wraps it around your throat. Not hard and she doesn’t squeeze either, but enough to tell you to shut the fuck up.
“I do the fucking. Always.” She says. You nod as well as you can with the hand on your neck.
She puts her mechanical index finger at your entrance, pushing it inside carefully.
“What are you doing?” You ask, shocked when she puts all of it inside.
“Seeing if you’re ready for me. You feel a little tight…”
“Only because your hand is almost half the size of my body Sevika…” you defend quickly. She laughs.
“So fucking eager. Here then.” She says, removing her hand and suddenly pushing half the fucking strap in. You let out a sharp gasp. She laughs.
“Hurts does it? And whose fault is that?”
“M…mine.” You whimper as she pushes more inside. She puts her mechanical hand back on your neck.
“Can I keep this here?” She asks. You nod, honestly having fantasied about this the moment you saw the hand.
“You can squeeze. If you want…” You say. Sevika raises her eyebrow.
“Ah, if I want huh?” She mocks, pushing the rest of the strap in and cautiously choking you.
Now, she rocks in and out, squeezing with each thrust. Fuck. You could get used to this. In fact, you would pay for this if the roles were reversed. Her pace is merciless and she hits all the right places as she goes in and out of you. It’s almost no time before you’re cumming so fucking hard for her.
“Ngeuh….Sevika- ohfuckohfuck” You cry as you cum for a fourth time. She finally lets you go and you are left just sitting on her strap. She carefully picks you up off of it, removing the strap from her waist.
“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” She asks. You take a few deep breaths to compose herself.
“Jesus…I um, I see what my friends meant.” You admit. She laughs.
“I knew you would.”
Hey guys, this is my first post so I’ll need to set up some ground rules, feel free to skip.
First of all I write NSFW/18+ content, but I will write other content upon request. If you are a minor, evaluate whether or not you will interact with my content at your own risk, but if you find it innaproopitate, please scroll.
I’m an Abby girly, but this is just a Dina fic to test the waters, a full Abby NSFW fic will be released on my page soon too.
The plot dragged on more than I would have liked, I’ll have the smut in bold if u want to skip to that ;)
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Comforting Dina after Ellie leaves
You were relatively new to Jackson. You had been picked up by Jesse’s patrol when moving through a dangerous part of town and had been offered a place there if you could pull your weight. You are a good shot, and cook, for that matter, so finding your place wasn’t too difficult. Still, you felt like an outsider to people who had been there most or all of their lives, and Dina was one of the people who made the adjustment the smoothest.
You always felt safe with her, and had even developed feelings. When you watched her kiss Ellie that night in town, you let your heart break for the last time before moving on.
At least, you thought you had moved on. You still thought about her every day, even if you tried to push the thoughts away.
You were coming back from a regular supply route when you spotted a girl on a horse. She had beautiful, silky black hair in a bun and was wearing a pale yellow flannel.
Was that…?
“It’s Dina!” Someone called excitedly from the gate.
A sharp sensation ran through your body and you found yourself letting out a shaky breath you weren’t aware you had been holding.
Dina. The girl who in the middle of a fucking outbreak, has more fire than a group of soldiers combined. The girl who makes dumb jokes that only she could make sound so sweet. The girl who’s smile was brighter than any light the fireflies so desperately wanted to find, the girl you…liked.
You pull the reins and approach the gate swiftly, leaving your patrol group behind.
When you dismount at the gate and lock eyes with her, it was as if all your pain was, not forgotten, but almost gone. As if Dina had stuck bandaids over the wound.
Dina lets out an excited gasp and runs at you, holding you in her arms tightly.
“I was hoping you’d be here.” She speaks quietly, still smiling as she pulls away from the hug. You nod, barely looking into her eyes as you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.
“Is everything okay? Why’s Ellie not with you guys?” You ask as you plant a soft kiss on JJ’s forehead.
A pale look touches Dina’s ordinarily warm features, and you know immediately what that look implies.
“Oh…oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s fine. She’s gone.” Dina says, forcing a soft smile and ignoring the tears in her eyes.
“We’ll have a patrol pick up your stuff tomorrow.” Mariah says, approaching Dina and giving her a hug herself.
Mariah walks behind you, leaning in to your ear.
“Look after her, you’re dismissed from your duties today, your only job is putting a smile on that girl, okay?” She whispers, and Dina seems too lost in her own head to notice.
You nod. “Of course, thank you.”
You take her hand and lead her through the town.
“You hungry?” You ask, eyes wide with worry. She nods.
“Yeah, actually, but I don’t really want to be smothered by people right now.”
“Oh, sorry do you want me to-“
“No, I want you to stay.” She reaffirms, and you nod, still feeling considerably nervous.
You walk past the butcher and the man working there smiles brightly.
“It’s great to have you back Din’s!” Dina forces a smile again.
“Yea…thanks.” She says.
“Uh…What can I get you guys? It’s on me today.” The man says again. You nod and look at the options.
“I’ll get some of those sausages and I know it’s a stupid question but, do you have any steak?” He laughs.
“The answer to that would be no, but Dina can have my sandwich, I was saving it for later but it’s the real good stuff, had to give some trading cards and ammo but, I’m only the cook, what would I do with ammo anyways.”
“Kill me some steak maybe?” You remark, making Dina smile.
“I’m pretty sure he would kill the cow…I don’t think you can “kill steak” Dina informs her, an amused expression still evident.
“Potato potato Dina.” She turns to face the man again.
“What’s in it?” Dina asks.
“Premium pork-“
“She’s Jewish…” You say, instinctively. She looks at you and the man just has a confused expression.
“So…?”
“Well Jewish people typically don’t eat Pork or…shellfish, so-“
“Oh sorry, I didn’t know.
“How did you know that?” Dina asks. You shrug.
“You told me you were Jewish so I read a book about it.” You explain, matter-of-factly. She looks impressed, but doesn’t say anything.
The man hands you the bag with the meat inside.
“Thanks.” You say, leading Dina away again.
“Is there anyone you want to say hi to?” You question. You can hear the snow crunch under your feet. She shakes her head.
“Not today, not like this.” You nod.
“I’ll take you back to yours then, grill you up some lunch. Smothered in onion right?”
“The smellier the better.” She laughs weakly.
When you get to her place, the cold air hits you square on and you both shiver.
“Fuck it’s cold.” Dina remarks, and you can’t help but laugh at her bluntness.
“I’ll get a fire going.” You tell her, taking the lighter out of your pocket. You turn the power on and put the sausage in the fridge.
“I really need a shower…” Dina admits, and you turn to look at her again.
“Uh…alright, yeah I’ll just…I’ll just wait here.”
“Thanks.” She says, walking up to her room and folding up some clothes by her bed.
You then see her turn on the hot water generator and step in to the shower.
You wait by the fire for 5 minutes, then 10. Then, a faint voice over the bathroom exhaust.
“Hey can you come in here please?” You stand up, nervously and make your way to the bathroom, opening the door only a fraction and turning around so you can’t see her.
“I’m here…” You explain, your voice sounding more high pitched than usual and making you cringe.
“I couldn’t find a towel and it’s freezing out. Can you try and find one for me?” She asks. Your cheeks, now a new shade, shape into a nervous smile.
“Of course, where should I look?”
“My room, it’s at the top.”
“Sure.”
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When you return, you see Dina, completely exposed, standing in front of you out of the shower.
You immediately turn around and shut your eyes, bumping into the door during the commotion. She chuckles.
“Turn around.” She instructs, and you do so with your hand over your eyes. Dina rolls her eyes, grabbing your hand and placing it back down.
“What are-“ You don’t even know what to say, you don’t even know what words are anymore. Instead, you just admire her body, the way her complexion paints her body like the artwork it is. The way her hips curve out ever so slightly in ways that her devilish clothing concealed.
“Why didn’t you write me?” She asks, trying not to smile at your currently dropped jaw.
“I um…” With her permission, you now glance at her breasts. You try to convince yourself you’ve never thought about what they might look like before, but you give up trying to convince yourself of that and decide they are more beautiful than anything you have or could have imagined.
“Did you not get my letters?” She asks, and now you look back to her eyes.
“Um…I did.” You admit, feeling the heat spread to the back of your neck now.
“Ah, so you just didn’t want to respond?” You roll your eyes.
“That’s not it.”
“Then what?” She asks, sounding more angry than you would have thought. She lets out a deep breath.
“I thought about you all the time, you know? Did you ever think about me?”
“All the time. But how was I supposed to respond? ‘Dear Dina, I’m so happy you and your girlfriend decided to raise sheep and a baby together away from everyone, I’d go visit but I have duty, send my regards to Ellie?’
“Okay, okay, but you could have at least kept me informed, tell me about your life, I mean you could have been dead for all I know.”
“You wouldn’t have believed that.”
“Don’t be so full of yourself. You may have never missed a shot with a rifle, you may not be the kind of girl to go into a house without taking out every single infected first, but I hate to break it to you, you’re not invincible. As unlikely at it would have been, you could have been dead.”
"Fine. But you wouldn’t have cared what I had to say anyway. ‘Dear Dina, I woke up, had breakfast, went on patrol with another stranger who I wished on everything was you instead, but they weren't. I went home, showered and slept like I do every day.”
“I would have cared. I do.” She mutters. You sigh.
“Well I’m sorry. It was just hard for me, hearing you so happy with someone so…”
Dina’s eyebrows raise.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have.”
“Finish your sentence.” Dina argues. You take a deep breath.
“Stupid. She was stupid to have left you, I never would.”
“Yeah well, Joel was the only person Ellie loved.”
“You don’t really believe that…”
“Well to think she truly loved me and chose to leave anyway for a bit of revenge hurts even worse.” You don’t know what to say, you just nod and hand her her towel. She tosses it on the ground.
“Want to hear what I left out in my letters?”
You’re still blushing over her naked body, but nod.
“sure.”
“Dear (reader) I’m trying to be happy with Ellie and JJ and yet all I can think about is you. Sometimes Ellie treats me like I’m nothing and I know why she does, but it hurts to think how well you would treat me if you were here. You’d probably tell me, “it’s okay…” She pauses. “I’m here…” You’d say.” You don’t know how to react to this, so you just keep listening.
“Dear (reader), Ellie left today, and even though it hurt, like nothings hurt before, I feel like a horrible person.” You walk towards her, looking upset at her words.
“Why would you feel like a horrible person?” Dina lowers her head, looking ashamed.
“Because even though I did love her, when she left it felt freeing, and then I saw you at that gate and it felt as if the part of me she took was never really gone at all.”
“Dina…”
“No, don’t fight it.” She says, grabbing your face and placing a warm kiss on your mouth. You sink into the heat of the kiss, tasting her more passionately now. You pull away from the kiss and you see her eyes, consumed with darkened lust.
“Dina.” You say again, more stern this time.
“You broke up with Ellie only a few weeks ago, you’re still hurting and I will NOT be your rebound. Not when I have spent almost an entire yer lo…” You stop yourself.
“You mean a lot to me Dina, I’m not going to ruin this-“
“Please.” Dina says, kissing your neck and making your legs feel weak as a result.
“I’ve been craving you for longer than you could ever realise. I didn’t even truly know till…till I saw you just now” She says between breaths, wrapping her arms over your neck to pull you into a hug. The warmth of her bare skin is elevating, and it feels like every sensation you experience is heightened.
“I’m not going to take advantage of you Dina.”
“You think I’m unattractive?” She asks, and you pull away from the hug, putting a hand on her face.
“Dina, when I look at you I don’t just see my best friend, I see the most beautiful of women. The girl I have liked since I first came to Jackson.” You explain, feeling emotional to bring these thoughts to words.
“You are a rare jewel, and I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”
“I know you think I’m not acting on logic, but there has always been something between us. Ellie…she was like an addiction, something I thought I needed to function. I always had to be one way with her, but with you I feel happy, safe. I’ve dreamt of this ever since Ellie and I broke up and I spent the whole ride here just wishing you would feel it back.”
Smutttttttt ya’lllll
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“I….don’t want you to regret this.”
“Then don’t give me anything to regret.” Dina speaks smoothly, kissing you deeply again. You sigh into her mouth and let your tongues dance as your hands slowly lower to her shoulders, your fingers gently trailing her cold skin, still damp and glistening with small water droplets.
You push her back against the sink, the air between you two barely existent as you gasp excitedly and desperately between kisses.
You lower yourself, putting yourself into a position between her legs.
“Can I?” You ask, and Dina gleams at the indication of what you want to do, her head leaning back with anticipation.
You take a moment to admire her cunt, drawing a line between her folds all the way up to her clit with your thumb.
She’s already wet. You can tell by the way your finger glides in, the way she glistens, it turns you on even more, if that were possible. Then, with your thumb still on her clit, you start doing tricks with your index finger, enjoying the sounds of her shaky breaths as you finger her with just the tip of your index finger.
You continue with your fingers, pushing your entire index finger inside this time. She cries out, moaning in pleasure. You remove your finger and suck your index and middle finger before putting them both inside her. You doubt it would have made a differences, she was so wet anyway it would have gone in like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. After caressing the inside of her cunt with your fingers for a few minutes, you decide to finally feed the burning desire to taste her, to feel her come undone on your tongue.
Without so much as a warning, you start eating away at her cunt, sucking and licking sloppily, savouring every inch of her like it’s a 3 course meal.
“F….fucking h… mmm…” Dina struggles, biting her middle finger softly in a barely successful attempt of suppressing the sounds escaping her lips.
You smile, using this as an excuse for more air before going back and attacking her again with your tongue. She tastes so fucking good. You could get drunk off the taste, in fact, you would be a fucking alcoholic if that was the case.
“Oh shit…Oh sh…mmm….so-“ She struggles, letting out a deeper moan this time. “good.”
You move your tongue faster in circular motions on her clit while sucking on her lower lips at the same time. By this point, anything Dina tries to say is inaudible, replaced with fast paced moans and whimpers.
“S….s…mmm…..so..clo-“ She cries out. You don’t stop. You keep going even after it pulses in your mouth and your throat is filled with your new favourite taste. The taste of her.
When it becomes too much for her, she pulls your face away, breathing deeply, eyes slightly shut from the overstimulation.
“Was that…” You hesitate, face red. “Good?” Dina laughs.
“Fuck off.” She manages, still in a stage of ecstasy.
“I don’t want to move too fast or anything but…do you want to have…” You say, clearing your throat “um…” Dina smiles again, nodding.
“Fuck yeah.” With this, you pick her up and bring her to the bedroom just outside the door. As soon as you two are on the bed, she practically tears your shirt off, immediately kissing all over your body. She flips you so her body is on top of yours.
“You look so fucking hot Dina…” You breathe out as she bites down slightly on your neck. She rolls her eyes playfully.
She pulls off your underwear, tossing it on the floor beside her bed.
“I want to do it to you too.” Dina says casually, and you initially feel insecure about letting her, but you agree.
“Mm.” You say as she disappears under the covers. You then feel her hands pulling your legs apart and you help part the way for her. You practically shiver as the starts tonguing your pussy delicately, with a lot more precision than when you did it to her, as if starved.
She then started sucking and the moan that left your mouth was instantaneous. She keeps going and you feel yourself started to soak as you claw on to the bed sheets below.
“Feels so good.” You say, and she keeps going till you feel your body tremble and pulse. She looks up at your, feeling satisfied with your expression. She wipes her mouth with her thumb and then sucks on it for a second, maintaining eye contact with you.
So goes back to the previous position, pulling your body down so it’s below her.
“It’s still cold.” She states as the bareness of your bodies connect. You smirk beneath her.
“Whatever will we do about it?”
“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me.” She orders, and so you let her have her way.
She pushes your leg down and positions herself so she is sitting over it, then you feel her pussy rub on yours and your eyes immediately roll back at the sensation. Without the pleasure of your clit even in the equation yet, you feel as if you’re melting.
Then, she pulls you in closer, moving you just right and making you moan desperately.
“Dina please…” You sigh out as she moves her hips painfully slow in a circular motion.
“J…just like that.” You say again.
Her hands are on your thighs when she starts to pick up speed. She’s moaning too now, her beautiful features looking even better covered in sweat and pleasure.
“Faster….please?” You ask, your voice sounding more helpless than you would have liked. She continues at her current pace, a cruel smirk on her mouth.
“This…” She gasps, riding the sensation. “Is for not stopping earlier when I had already…” You try to increase your own pace and she shoves your legs back down with her full body strength.
“You can come when I say.” She gasps, wrapping her fingers softly around your neck.
“You like that?”
“Mmm.” You reply, eyes closed shut. It isn’t long before a familiar sensation stirs in the pit of your stomach, as bad as you wanted to come, and also didn’t want this to end, it was the best and most conflicting thing you had ever experienced. ,
Dina finally complied and went faster, and you sing out a chorus of moans and whispers.
“I’m gonna cum…” Dina says, still holding you close. “Cum with me.” She says again. You nod, kissing her quickly as you both release on top of each other, liquid lining your bodies and trailing down onto the bed.
You just hold each other, ignoring the stickiness of the situation and letting comfortable silence fall before you too fall back onto the bed, looking into her eyes fondly.
“Do you…regret it yet?” You ask. She shakes her head.
“The only thing I regret is wasting all that water, I’m going to need another shower after all that…excitement.” You both laugh. You lean into her ear and whisper, “We can save water by showering together?” Her smirk widens and she nods.
“The things we do for this town.”
“Mhm.”
I actually love jealous abs/ abs after you’ve been teasing her typa shit 🙏😔idk if this makes sense but I WOULD GO FERAL if u wrote more of those
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More jealous Abby for one of my fav supporters @mitski-lovesems
Warnings: 18+, (all receiving) strap on, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, masturbating, accidental squirting, rough Abby, edging, overstimulation, minors DNI
In the WLF base, there was a rule of thumb among soldiers that if you returned from patrol without a sore back, arm, leg, or any other part of the body, you hadn’t been doing enough. While in essence, a joke, the amount of times you had personally been launched from high places, stabbed, shot, beaten up, etc was a proper issue. Thankfully, the medical team had a trained physiotherapist to ease the pain. A slightly older woman was your favourite, she would dig her thumbs into the knotted muscles in your back, help you stretch, and give you exercises to ease the pain between visits with her. She always drew cute little drawings on your exercise notes. Her writing was beautiful, too, not unlike her face and figure, with a beautiful complexion of subtle freckles, pretty black hair with waves up to her shoulder, and a smile of perfectly in tact teeth that only illuminated how little she was in danger compared to the rest of the WLFS.
You were sort of oblivious to her flirting with you, mistaking it for friendliness. When your girlfriend and number one scar killer discovered your exercise instructions, written so sweetly by said physiotherapist, covered in hearts and little drawn cats, she was less than impressed.
“The fuck is this?” Abby practically spat, stalking towards you, note in hand. You looked at her blankly.
“My exercise instructions? They’ve actually been helping quite a lot, not as much as the massages though-“
“Massages? The fuck are you talking about?” You eye her softly, not understanding where her anger was coming from.
“You know Miranda?” Her eyes darkened.
“The one half the men and their girlfriends want to sleep with? Yeah, I know of her.” You tilt your head in confusion.
“Oh, I didn’t know that…anyway, you know how I was telling you about that shooting pain I get in my back? She rubs out the muscles, it feels really g-“
“Take off your fucking clothes.” Abby interrupts. Your eyes widen, a small smile fighting to appear on your face at the anticipation of what she could and would do to you.
“It feels really nice with her thumbs on my bare skin.”
“Bare?” She demands, ripping the jeans off of your body.
“Yeah, I have to take my top off-“ She shuts you up with a deep kiss, her tongue so deep inside you that a desperate whine ripples through you. She breaks the kiss right as you thought you would lose oxygen.
“Lie down.” Your cheeks flush, she’s always been so damn sexy when she’s all authoritative like this.
“Here? Right on this bench?” You question while she pulls apart your button up shirt, leaving only the bottom half of it on you and showing your pretty bra.
“Right. Here.” Abby groans, sucking on your neck and immediately leaving a dark mark there.
“Abby it’ll show…” You exclaim, and she gives you a warning look. You know her when she’s like this. Barely talking, only taking what she fucking wants. You shouldn’t speak, shouldn’t ask questions, all she wants it to fuck you into a new plane of existence. You really didn’t understand what brought this on though, you truly didn’t think of your physiotherapist in any way other than a good physio.
“Good. It’ll teach that perky little cunt who you belong to. Lie down, I don’t like repeating myself.”
“Yeah…yes, Abby.” You comply, lying down and causing several condiments and decorations on the bench to crash onto the floor.
“So fucking sexy sprawled out for me. Fucking touch yourself. Show me how wet you are.” Your body feels like it’s on fire. You feel nervous as you bring your fingers to your clothed cunt. She rolls her eyes.
“Take that shit off, pretty girl. Need to fucking see you.” You nod, pulling it down to your ankles which she helps take all the way off your feet, tossing it into the pile on the ground.
You let out a high pitched moan as you rub your clit a little faster. Abby smiles, bringing her hand over your body.
“Good girl…” She coos, pulling you onto her lap. She puts her own fingers into you quickly and without warning, immediately finding your clit and making it feel 10 times better than with your own fingers.
“What was that moan baby?” She teases. “Are my massages a little better than your little physio girlfriend, huh?” You let out a whimper as she puts her two middle fingers inside, all the while rubbing your clit with her thumb.
“Holy f- fuck….”
“Stuttering only over my fucking fingers huh? My girls so needy.” You feel so good you want to fucking cry when she removes her fingers and slows the speed on your clit to an almost non existent pace.
“Abby…” She ignores your complaints, picking you up off of her lap and walking towards the bedroom. Still shaky from the stimulation, you watch eagerly until she returns with a large strap.
“Jesus Abby….” You begin to say, watching the determination on Abby’s face.
“She’s just my friend- she’s not even my friend she’s just my doctor…Abby-“
“Don’t waste your breath when you could be using that pretty mouth of yours for…better things. Open up.” She commands, effortlessly attaching the strap to her waist. You stand up and she just laughs.
“Where you going sweetheart?” You exhale sharply.
“The bedroom…I thought-“
“Now why would you deserve the comfort of a nice soft bed after keeping this from me hm? My girl needs to be fucked, hard and good, remind you who you belong to.”
“But I didn’t even-“
“Uh-uh. No talking.” She says, lifting your mouth open with her thumb.
“Tap on my hip if it’s too much okay baby?” She asked, her voice coming out sweeter than the vulgar shit she’s been saying thus far. You smile comfortingly at her, nodding. She grabs the bottom of your chin, pushing the tip of the strap into you and coating it with your saliva.
“Fuckk.” Abby remarks, feeling heat grow at the sight of you.
“I’m gonna push a little more into you.” You hum into her as she says this and she laughs, teasingly. “Aww, it’s okay, you can take it.” You nod, feeling it near the back of your throat this time.
“Fuck…I’m gonna fuck your face harder just- fuck- deep breaths for me…” She says, thrusting in and out of your mouth.
“Fuck….that’s really….get it really nice and wet for me so it’s ready when I fuck you.” She says, barely able to contain herself from how horny this was making her.
You pull away, revealing the soaking strap.
“Perfect baby. Now I know you were mad I didn’t let you cum before so I’m just gonna give it to you, okay?” Fuck. You could have cum just from her words.
“Answer my fucking question.”
“Yeah- yeah that’s good Abs…” You say, dumbly. What you would say if you could, is that “yes Abby, it’s okay, in fact I want you to use me for your own pleasure like I’m a toy and treat me like I’m fucking nothing,” but a simple affirmation of this being “okay” worked for you both. To those who say jealousy is a red flag clearly hasn’t seen how good red looks on Abby fucking Anderson.
“You know what? I don’t think you deserve my cock yet.” She says, taking a seat on the bench beside you.
“Sit.” Abby beckons to her large thigh. To save you from your gawking, she pulls you onto it herself and starts bouncing her leg up and down innocently.
“F…mmm~” You say, closing your eyes as the vibration of her bouncing ripples through your cunt.
“What’s that sound baby?” She questions. You roll your eyes at her act.
“Why are you…mmm~ teasing me?” “Because. I don’t like the idea of anyone fucking touching you. You’re gonna cum over and over until I’m done with you and only when I want you to.” She explains, increasing the pace.
“Oh fuckfuck Abby…”
“Shh…it’s okay.” She coos. The friction of your bare cunt on her clothed muscular thigh makes your head go fuzzy.
“G’nna cum…” You slur your words, making her give you a cocky smirk as a result.
“Oh yeah? Gonna cum hm?” She says before stopping her bouncing. You let out a whine.
“Abby what the fuck?” You demand, clinging onto her. She kisses you playfully.
“Oh baby, you think I’m just gonna give it to you? You’re not being very convincing that you’re mine yet. Hump my thigh yourself. I might even let you cum if you do a good enough job.” You groan in irritation, but comply, slowly moving up and down the clothed skin. It feels good, but nothing like what she could give you.
“Please…want you so bad…” You beg. She smiles lovingly at you.
“Aw, I know baby, I know. But look at you. Going so slow f’me, acting all shy when I know my girls not shy is she?” You let out a shaky breath as the fabric hits your clit just right.
“No Abby.” She tilts her head in amusement at your struggle to get off.
“Fine, do you need my help?”
“Can…” You stop yourself, remembering how unappreciative Abby is of your manners and shy demeanour.
“Put your hand on my neck…please.” You ask, softly. She nods, putting one of her large hands on your throat.
“Fuck~” You moan loudly, the word coming out barely audible with the little amount of air you have. Abby’s practically gleaming and you can tell she’s wet over this.
“My pretty girl begging for my hands like a fucking slut, huh? So fucking sexy.” She coos, and it’s not long before you’re cumming, with slick lining her pants. When you finally open your eyes, you blush at the sight of them.
“S…sorry” You blurt out. Abby just smiles.
“It’s okay, something to remember you by, hm?” She picks you up, taking you to the bedroom and planting you, sprawled out on the bed.
“I thought I didn’t deserve a bed.” You say, starring up into her watercolour eyes. She nods.
“You weren’t, but you impressed me with that little show before.” She says, matter-of-factly. “I was going to tie your hands down, but I want them clinging onto me and digging into my skin while I fuck you. I think the straps wet enough still.” Your cheeks flush crimson and she tilts her head, eyeing your body. She takes off your bra effortlessly and immediately goes down to suck at your nipples, moaning as she flicks her tongue over the sensitive buds. You bite your lip. Once she’s satisfied with sucking and marking the top part of your body, she begins lining herself up with your cunt.
“Deep breaths baby, I’m not gonna stop unless you use our safe word kay? So you can beg and cry as much as you fucking want to. You can pull my hair or dig into my skin, but I won’t relent okay? I’m gonna-“ Abby says all at once, so fucking obsessed with you. “I’m gonna fuck you into next week just- can I? God please let me fuck you.” Your thighs quiver as she speaks, and you nod eagerly.
“Please do, I need it.” You say, and with this she pulls you towards her by your legs and thrusts almost the entire strap completely into you. You let out a cry. It stings so fucking good. She edges the last bit into you, moving hard and fast inside.
“Fuckkkk ohmygod thank you- thank…fuck….”
“Tell me that fucking….” Abby grunts, titling her head back while continuing to dick you deep.
“Slut…means nothing to you.” You moan, your eyes rolling back.
“Fucking look at me.”
“S- sorry I’m sorry.” You moan. “She means nothing to me…it’s you…it’s only you, ohfuck-“ You could tell it was almost enough, but not quite.
“Tell me-“ Abby sighed, looking a little guilty.
“Can you tell me you hate her?” You look at her, surprised.
“Abby…”
“Just….just this once…it doesn’t have to be- true I just….” You let out a small laugh.
“So insecure toda-“ She playfully hits you, thrusting in deep.
“Okay sorry- I hate her Abby, you’re the only one for me.” She nods.
“Good fucking girl.” She remains true to her word, fucking you over and over until you can’t even form a fucking sentence. You’ve lost count at which orgasm this was, it didn’t matter, but you felt your stomach yearning for the release that made your legs shake with you collapsing into her.
“Ab- mmm” You hum out. She smiles, finally going out of you and admiring your fucked out body. You were glistening with sweat and a combination of your slick and hers.
“You did really good. Sorry if I was…too rough.” Abby says as she runs her fingers through your hair. You shake your head.
“S’good.” You say. You’re too tired to notice her moving down the bed, that is until you feel her between your thighs.
“Ab- what?” You exclaim. She rubs your thigh fondly with her thumb.
“I’m just gonna clean you up.”
“With your tongue? Abby I came like 10 times…” She laughs at this.
“I’ll be gentle.”
“Oh my god…fine but none of your usual shit” You banter. She gasps, pretending to be offended.
“What usual shit?”
“Don’t give me that, when I’m just relaxing on the couch or I’m writing at a bench and you eat me out for like 20 minutes straight.” She smirks.
“Don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re all “mmm, ahhh you taste so good” like is it my pleasure or yours at this poin-“
“Okay, okay. I’ll be gentle.” She says, more convincing this time. You nod, spreading your still shaky legs.
She licks a stripe up your soaking cunt and you let out a deep breath. Then, she kisses your clit, sucking on it and tonguing between your folds at the same time. You let out a loud moan, already so fucking sensitive. You were so fucked out you were screaming, and instead of feeling like you needed to cum like the previous 10 or so times, you felt like you were going to pee, pass out, and cum all at once.
“W-wait Abby I- you should….mmm…st…stop I might pee Abby st- mmm” Abby had already warned you earlier though that she wouldn’t stop unless you used the safe word, and at this point you didn’t know if it would be worse to pee on Abby’s face or be denied an orgasm.
Thankfully, (and surprisingly, you might add) you didn’t pee, though, instead something miraculous happened, and Abbys face was completely soaked as you squirted all over her. You were frozen. Stunned. Embarrassed. Surprised. You wanted to kill yourself, that had never fucking happened before. You waited for Abby to come back up and she looked at you fucking awe stuck.
“I am so sorry…I’ve never squirted before that was so disgusti-“
“That was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.” Abby admits, interrupting you. You blush, covering your face with your hands.
“Really?”
“Holy fuck baby, we’re doing this every day….I need that to happen again.” “I was just…it was so much and I…”
“Fuckkkkkk I think I came I was that aroused.” You laugh at this, not believing her. She smiles back, thankful you feel more confident now.
“I’m serious, look.” She reaches down and her hand comes back up, dripping in liquid. You nod.
“Well alright then.” You laugh and she brings you into a hug.
You stand up and she looks betrayed when you do so. You laugh at her facial expression.
“I’m showering, need to get cleaned up properly this time.” She smiles.
“Ooh, can I come?” You sigh.
“This is going to be a long night.” You remark as you both head into the nearby bathroom.
Abby HCS (Yes it's mostly smut)
AN: I had a list of Abby head canons that I wanted to post and I’ve been searching for it for days now. Alas- it is lost. But here are some new ones.
Top or bottom?
Okay we all know how confident (cocky) Abby is and this definitely translates to the bedroom. She likes to be really fucking rough with it, mainly because she just likes powering over your smaller frame and watching you struggle to take her. This isn’t to say she doesn’t take care of you- in fact its her utmost priority. She’ll drown you in a chorus of praises while fucking you within an inch of your life.
This being said, she definitely can be subby too. She’d probably only let this happen if she’s had a really tense week or you’ve done something to really make her happy- after all, all good girls deserve a reward.
Kinks:
I’m sorry if this grosses anyone out but she definitely has a breeding kink. Me personally, I don’t like babies or kids, but I’d let her filthily tell me to “take her kid” while she fucks me. When you ask her about it she avoids the subject. “Breed kink I don’t- that was just talk, just drop it.”
She’s all for public sex. Even if it isn’t directly fucking you in front of an audience, she’ll make sure you’re fucking screaming when in her dorm, knowing there’s people outside. “Move your fucking hand from your mouth, scream my name baby, let them know who’s making you feel like this.”
Fluff:
She loves playing with your hair. She’ll run her fingers through it and massage your scalp, she’ll shampoo it for you in the shower, she’ll braid it when it’s drying, she loves the smell of your hair too, always so clean.
She loves training with you, practically babying you even though you can handle yourself. “Lift one more baby you’ve almost got it- mm good girl.” But it’s already your 10th rep.
She likes talking about her interests
Won’t admit it because she’s Abby, but aftercare is her favourite part of sex.
About Abby:
We know she likes dogs, collecting coins, she’s funny, enjoys the gym and competitive, but I feel like she secretly enjoys some more childish hobbies after not really allowing herself to enjoy those things when she was a kid after her dads death.
Additional NSFW:
Adding to the public sex thing, she definitely makes you put a vibrator in around base.
Get’s so jealous when you’re around certain people that she grabs you by the hand, pulls you into the nearest, semi-isolated area and fucks you dumb until you forget anyone and everyone else.
Such a munch gf. She loves eating you out so much that even when you’re wining for her to stop because you’ve already cum, she just won’t stop tasting you. That girl is moaning into your cunt like its the best thing that will ever exist.
Very loud in sex, constantly talking, praising, groaning, moaning, and she loves hearing you gag around her strap before she puts it in.
That’s about it kiddies. :)
I've almost finished my exams 🤞 so I can post the long awaited part 2 of the Farmer Abby fic.
(Wish me luck)
In the meantime some pics of my 2 fav muscle mommys
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