Sevika 18+ Head Canons And Very Spicy Fic ;)

(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"

Watching Abbys fav movie

Fluffy w a bit lot of smut ofc <3

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

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

Tag list: @mitski-lovesems

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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.”

This one's actually wild- Ghoul x Reader Fic

𝔾𝕣𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 (𝔹𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪)

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He says, 35 caps.”

“For one drink? Pretty steep….” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Tough day?”

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

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

“Really?” You ask, acting mildly interested. 

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

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

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

“Wait, you’re after a man-“

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

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

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

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

“How do I find him?” His eyes widen.

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

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

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

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

“Flint.”

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

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

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

“200…”

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

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

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

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

“How do you know me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Took her? She wanted to go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Honey, you’re not seriously gonna-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——————————————————————————————————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——————————————————————————————————

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

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

“You found your sister?” He asks. 

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

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

“How…about I tell you over a drink?"

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. 

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

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

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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. 

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3: Abby notices you staring at her hands during dinner https://rb.gy/rawvyg

Sub/Needy Abby:

https://rb.gy/t8f8pn

More sub Abby (linked)

https://tinyurl.com/566bcttw

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Dom Abby/ general Abby content:

https://rb.gy/lchknq

https://tinyurl.com/p6umbb59

Size difference kink: https://tinyurl.com/zt7cwxzw

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Ellie/Dina:

Dina: https://shorturl.at/Ncq9w

Ellie: Obsessed much? https://tinyurl.com/3977key7

Dinellabs: https://tinyurl.com/49kztxxv

Ellie: Distracting her while playing games: https://tinyurl.com/yfzb9x9j

Other fandoms: (RDR2, Fallout, Arcane, house of the dragon.)

Fallout: The ghoul fic pt1: https://tinyurl.com/bdffe27d

Red dead: Arthur morgan: https://tinyurl.com/3bssduvz

House of the dragon: Rhaenyra wlw fic: https://tinyurl.com/ypdwjncm

Original/Original character orientated:

Farmer Abby & Ranch owners daughter Pt 1: https://tinyurl.com/4bkcthfs

Pt 2: https://tinyurl.com/ppwtaw9t

How to use soundgasm.net?

I barely know how to search on it but all I want is to know how to send specific authors requests. Does anyone know?

Also jealous Abby fic will be coming soon I've been busy.

Shy Abby

No guys this isn’t part 2, sorry to disappoint and I swear I am writing it, but for now, I’m just thinking about shy Abby.

Yes I’m very passionate about Abby not being a sub most of the time, but can we imagine Abby who gets secretly turned on by praise. Praise from you is next level too, of course, and perhaps is the reason she’s been taking on extra assignments from the moment she’s met you, just for a chance to hear “you did great work today.” (It was definitely the reason.) And now that you’re aware of it, you use it to your advantage. 

Abby heads back from the shooting range with Manny, grin wider than the earth as she hugs you tight in celebration. 

“I beat him by like 10 fucking points.” Abby exclaims. A provocative smirk touches your lips as you lean in to her ear. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you baby.”

“I-“ Abby practically freezes, pushing her legs together slightly as she pulls away from the hug.

“Thank you.” She says, sounding more serious now. 

“She carried both our weapons back too.” Manny says, and Abby’s still not making eye contact with you, her cheeks bright red.

“What a gentleman.” You tease, walking towards her again.

“And such a good girl.” Abby sighs, grabbing you by the wrist and leading you off.

“Hey I thought we were going to hang out with-“ Manny’s words are quickly made irrelevant by Abbys quick dismissal. 

“Change of plans.” Abby says, walking with you quickly.

“Got something else I want to be victorious in.” She mumbles. You smile at her words.

“You look so fucking pretty Abby, claiming me like this” She doesn’t say anything, but she sure as hell thinks a lot of things, most of them unholy. 

She’s going to be the fucking death of me.

A/N: (can we talk about the picture on the right, that scene where Abby's like "is now a bad time" so softly gets me. I would never leave you for Mel my sweet girl.

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.

Currently playing TLOU2 remastered on grounded permadeath and my wife looks so fine in every skin I actually can't. Also I'm posting a spicy Abby fic if ya'll want to tune for that.