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Obsessed much? (Ellie version)

A/N: okay so the obsession part hasn’t rlly been shown that much but this is only part 1. Sorry if it’s a little basic I find it so hard to write Ellie for some reason. (Ironic since she’s a main character in both games)

Warnings: I forget what smut there is but probably a lot of it. Minors DNI

I'll post more tmrw, I was a bit sick this weekend. Please leave requests for what to write next, I won't bite I promise.

Ellie Williams was the type of unpredictable woman that would laugh at your dumb jokes, help you with the animals, play guitar for you while you sing, show you her silly little comics and collectibles…or avoid you; not even glancing your way, not uttering a word to you, just listening while she anxiously shuffles in her place on the ground. Not only this, but she was also the type of person to obliterate her enemies, whether full fleshed, human person or infected. She’d never mention it either. Probably worried that if she talked about that certain gleam in her eye or the streak of relief she got on her face when her knife found itself in her enemies neck, you’d think of her less. That would be a ridiculous notion. 

It fucking bothered you when she’d get the way she was now.  Not the same Ellie who made irritated remarks you found so adorable. Not the same Ellie you could talk to about anything without feeling judged. She was different today, she had been recently. You’d catch her staring at you during movie nights and other events, and when you’d go to talk to her she’d fuck off some place, as if to drive you to insanity.  

The thing that made you want to scream more than anything about this whole situation though, was the fact that you had been partnered with Ellie, you had heard it confirmed multiple times, but after you were already dressed and packed, making your way to the horses, you heard Jesse tell someone he had been paired with Ellie last minute. You felt your blood boil. She couldn’t keep avoiding you forever, if you did something to upset her, she would have to say it to your face. 

——————————————————————

When Ellie finally got her sleepy ass to the stables, her eyes widened when she saw you patting your horse beside her own. She cleared her throat. 

“What, um…are you doing here?” She questions. You sigh.

“I’m great thank you for asking.” You respond sarcastically. Ellie brings her hand to the back of her neck nervously, clearly not going to be the one to extend the conversation any further. 

“I just thought Jesse was partnered with me today.”

“Why would you think that?” You shoot back immediately. She lets out a hesitant breath. 

“Nevermind.” Ellie decides to respond, mounting shimmer. You mount your own horse and follow her out. 

“So where are we headed?” You ask, and the question looks like it broke Ellie out of a trance.

“Oh…” She replies simply. “The houses up North have like a migrating herd…should be worth taking a look.” She explains. You nod.

“Hey Ellie…” You say, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Did…you hear about the Italian chef who died?” She slows her pace a bit so she can hear you better.

“One of our guys? I didn’t know we had anyone from Italy…”

“He pasta-way.” You say, trying to hide your laugh. 

“What?” She asks. You roll your eyes. “You know…cause pastas from Italy?”

“When was the last time you had fucking pasta?”

“It was just a joke El- never mind.” You mutter. She turns her head to look back at you and when she see’s your saddened look, she can’t help but feel guilty. 

Ellie opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, so you ride in silence until you get to the houses. You hitch the horses and get out your weapons rather quickly as this had become routine and head into the closest house. 

“Might be worth getting some supplies before we clear the rest out. There might still be something valuable.”

“No one’s lived here for years.” Ellie says bluntly. “Anything good would be pretty picked over by now.” You return your gaze to the floor.

“We could still look…” You mutter to yourself. 

You open a door an an infected jumps out. You quickly get it in the eye with your knife and it makes a loud thud in result.  Ellie runs in beside you.

“You okay??” She demands. You laugh lightly. 

“Yeah. Unfortunately for you I live to torment another day.” She doesn’t say anything, just continues looking at you with worry. 

“I’m fine El.” You reassure, and she finally eases up. You walk out of the house and keep walking down the abandoned street. You can’t help but admire the design. You would have loved to live in a nice, secluded house in an area like this. Ellie seemed less impressed.

“Ellie what’s wrong?” You finally ask her. She sighs.

“Nothing.”

“Enough with this already! You’ve been avoiding me all week and I know you tried to switch me with Jesse. If you don’t like me anymore just say that, don’t just treat me like I’m nothing and then pretend like you’re not doing that because it’s driving me crazy!” You exclaim. Ellie hesitates, fiddling with her fingertips. 

“I’m not avoiding y-“

“Oh cut the bullshit Ellie! What did I do to make you dislike me so?”

“I do like you.”

“Bullshit.”

“I do…like you.” She explains, more slowly this time, finally looking into your eyes directly. Your gaze softens as you realise what she meant. 

“Oh.”

“But you had that thing with Alex and I didn’t want to fuck up the friendship but then I didn’t know how to talk to you. I don’t. Know how to talk to you I mean.” You laugh at her words, your mouth still wide with surprise.

“Wait…Alex? He’s gay.” 

“What? You don’t know that.”

“Everyone knows that…He literally told me the other day he that if Joel wasn’t ‘ancient’ he would, quote unquote, hit that.” You explain. Ellie shields her face in embarrassment. 

“Gross.”  She replies, blushing. You remain in comfortable silence for a while before she adds, “I threatened to cut his…” She groans at the memory. “I believe the words I used were ‘tiny dick’ off if he didn’t stop talking to you.” 

“Uh…” Is all you manage while laughing. 

Once your combined laughter dies down, like an uncontrollable impulse, Ellie grabs your face and pulls you into the deepest kiss of you life. You moan into it a little, and are embarrassed when you do so. You’ve wanted this for about a year now, Ellie wasn’t the only one who didn’t know how to act around the other. Ellie pulls away, smirking. Her usual confidence returning. 

“Shall we get inside.”

“Of that place?? What about the infected?” You ask. She laughs.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Okay let’s make sure it’s secure first.”  She instructs. You laugh back.

“So responsible.” You tease. 

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The two of you had been checking each room in anticipation. To be honest, you had expected something to happen. For an infected to jump you, for Ellie to say she was just pranking you all along, for there to be some hidden trap mine that you set off like the clumsy mother fucker you were, but there was nothing. Nothing but some couches, benches, and a bedroom.

“I’m gonna check the bedroom for supplies.”

“I said there’s not gonna-“

“Well I’m still going to check!” You reply defensively, causing you both to laugh.

When you get in there, you feel a layer of goosebumps kiss your skin when Ellie’s soft, deep voice is in your ear.

“So…did you find anything?” She questions, wrapping her hands over your lower waist. This was bold for her. Bolder than you had ever known she was capable of. It was like your reaction to her confession, the way you hadn’t shunned her or laughed or found her strange, it was as if this had awoken a new realm of confidence within her which you found most welcome. You let out a sharp breath.

“…No.” You admit. She chuckles. Fuck. And it’s the most seductive sound you’ve ever heard, more than your own fucking moans when you would touch yourself thinking about her. 

“I told you.” She teased, kissing your neck. You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to succumb to the sensation of her lips on your neck, pressing down hard enough to leave marks that would remain the next day. You let out a little whimper when her hand snakes down between your legs, but you grab her hand to stop it.

“No, want to touch you.” You exclaim, and she looks at you wide eyed, but agrees, unzipping her skinny blue jeans. 

“Get on the bed. Want to eat you out.” You say, feeling hazy with lust. She chuckles again at your enthusiasm and it makes you pool with excitement. You push her down playfully, admiring her thighs and nibbling at the inner parts of them. When she lets out a sharp exhale at the feeling, you lick and kiss over it comfortingly. 

Then you get to her grey underwear. You look up at her and she nods back comfortingly. The excitement is exhilarating as the anticipation of her taste ferments on your tongue. You’re not sure you’ve ever craved one thing so bad in your life. 

Deciding tasting her bare skin was too much too quickly, you decide to tongue her through the fabric, resulting in a chorus of strained moans and heavy breathing. You go a little faster and Ellie’s eyes roll back, but it’s not enough, you have to have more. 

Almost angrily, you tear her underwear off, licking a long trail across her glistening pussy. She lets out a harsh gasp and you smile into her cunt, flicking your tongue over where she was most sensitive this time. The taste of her is so phenomenal that you can’t help moan into her, moving your head around in the same rhythm as your tongue, causing Ellie to see fucking stars in a result. 

“Fuck babe, I like that…” She says, taking a handful of your hair and pushing your head down lightly into her cunt. The nickname surprises you, throwing you off slightly before you return to your constant and eager pace. 

Ellie had lost count of the amount of times she had fantasised about this. About even just kissing your soft, pretty lips or dragging her fingers between your cunt. Every time she had a thought like this though, she would feel so guilty she would avoid you for sometimes as long as multiple days. Now Ellie had proof that it wasn’t just her. That she wasn’t fucking crazy. The feeling of you tonguing her clit and moaning in between her fucking folds told her that she had a chance, a real chance to please you and to have you in all the ways she imagined. 

She was getting close now. You could tell by the way her moaning was becoming more high pitched, more desperate. Despite her clamped around your ears and almost screaming out for you, you take all the restraint with you to remove your mouth from her delicious pussy which was so eagerly throbbing for you. She stares at you blankly. 

“W…why, why?” She questions, clearing her throat and trying to collect her composure. You smile up at her, chin glistening. 

“You ignored me for weeks for such a stupid fucking reason when we could have been doing this the whole time. Apologise.”

“Look…I already explained it was-“ You tease her by dragging your index finger through her cunt. 

“Apologise.” You repeat. She shuts her eyes tight at the feeling. 

“S’sorry.” Ellie says, slurring her words. That would have to do, you decided, putting your mouth to her clit again. It’s only moments before her thighs are shaking and she’s tightening around your mouth, cumming harder than either of your had really anticipated. You come back up and she’s blushing at the sight of your dripping chin and mouth. 

Ellie pins you down on the bed, kissing you deeply and savouring the taste of herself between your kisses. She puts a hand on your neck, not squeezing for fear of hurting you, and looking at you pleadingly. You’re surprised and can tell Ellie has a series of things she wants to try with you. 

“Got a choking kink Ellie?” You question. She flushes red. 

“No…I just….I wanted-“ 

“I’m joking.” You reassure, kissing her again. “You can choke me harder.” She looks at you stunned, clearly trying to determine if you were messing with her or not. You laugh again.

“Ellie…harder…” You say, and this finally convinces her it’s okay, gripping your throat like you belong to her which you already know you do. 

She puts her free hand in your pants, allowing her fingers to move fluently against your underwear as if familiar with your body already. You gasp when she puts her hand in, with two of her long fucking fingers circling your clit in painfully slow circles. 

When you moan it’s like music to her ears. She’s so in her head. Scared she’ll make one wrong move and lose you. But as she moves her fingers just right she knowsupsetting you would be difficult, if not impossible you were so in heaven right now. Ellie smiles slightly in adoration. She removes her fingers with an arrogant look on her face when she sees your dissatisfaction with the loss of contacts. You don’t question her actions, just look at her unimpressed until she explains.

“Don’t worry babe…just gonna put you-“ She picks you up by the waist, positioning you on her bare thigh. “Up like this.” You flush, feeling the way your soaked cunt paints her thigh. She smiles at your expression, feeling mildly embarrassed herself.

“I’ve been dreaming about…well...” She realises her error and the way she has just confessed to, quite literally, dreaming about this. “About you getting yourself. On…me.” Ellie adds quickly. You nod, starting to rock your hips up and down the base of her thigh, sliding so fucking easily with how coated her thigh was in your slick.

“What else have you been dreaming about?” She uses her hands to guide your hips, helping you get off. 

“Tying you up…” Your eyes widen at her new found confidence. You’re excited to see how she acts when she’s not holding back like she so loved to do. 

“Getting you overstimulated moaning my name knowing there’s nothing you can do about it.” You moan loudly, eyes shutting tight. 

“Mmm…toy…or strap? Maybe your…oh fuck….your mouth?” You question. And fuck, you’re close.

“Toy. Want to watch you cum without me even needing to touch you so that when I do you’re so fucking cockdrunk and I’ve only just begun.”

“Nghh….Ellie~” 

“Shhh…shh cum for me, cum….”

“G…gonna..”

“I know.” And just like that, your thighs are shaking, your eyes rolling into your head. You stop your rocking and she just holds you in place. 

You ease off her thigh and sit in her lap. She kisses your neck and you laugh simply at the unexpectedness of everything. 

“Something funny?” Ellie prys with a smile. 

“We’re supposed to be patrolling.” You remind her. She shrugs. 

“This is way more fun. Got no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” 

“Ellie….you never even talk to me.” Ellie sighs, shuffling the two of you in position. 

“Couldn’t. Not when…”

“You’ve been thinking about me all the time? Obsessed much?” She hits you playfully.

“Shut u-“

“Make me.” You interrupt. And needless to say she was going to do just that. 

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.

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To all her characters- smash, smash, a million times smash. To Laura, in the most respectful and consensual, delulu way possible smash me please. Abby please f me 🙏 Also Nadine also having big arms was the biggest win I had ever experienced. In addition Serena was my first game crush since I played skyrim when I was like 8.

MJ, I won't lie I didn't even realise it was her but I always thought she was so fine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m being serious.”

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

“Abb…mmpph…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She finally lets you down, removing the soaked strap. 

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

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

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

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

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

First Ellie fic update 🤭

I wrote my FIRST 𝐸𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝒸, might post tmrw or the day after, (9th or 10th of Apr) I know a lot of you prefer "giving" with Ellie fics and maybe like sub Ellie? I don't know but the one I wrote is a gamer Ellie fic, Ellie's dominant but you do stuff mainly to her and then my next fic will be subby, pillow princess Ellie because I mean 🤭🤭🤭

Thanks for all the love you guys and please make sure to check out the fics I've already posted on my page, it would mean a lot.

Requests are open <3

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It could be said that Abby loved her life. At least that was the impression others got from the proud smile she wore like armour around the base. She enjoyed all the privileges she got from being an amazing soldier, (and Issacs favourite.) The large room with a gorgeous view, personalised weapons, her own dog. Though she supposed what Abby liked more was the stability of it all. A regular routine of shower, coffee, assignment, gym, shower, sleep, with a few variations for messing around with Manny in the shooting range of course, or getitng whiteface drunk to a point she would be out of commission for the few days following. 

It was her new friendship with you that was different. The abnormality in Abbys routine. She found she’d skip her morning meal to find you. To ask how you slept and to hear you talk about anything. It could be anything at all and still sound like the sweetest harmony only found in the most peaceful of places.

Her frequent visits to the shooting range and undefeated win streak against Manny was replaced with watching movies by your bed or sitting in your room and talking. Abby truly beleived you could talk forever and she would never tire of hearing your voice. It was this that bothered her. That kept her mind that usually flowed in a simple pattern, questioning everything she thought she knew about herself. 

She thought about her sexuality a few times she supposed, though the construct of it never really bothered her. She had many friends who were lesbian, and Abby had had a few sexual partners both male and female, but she had never really had feelings for a person enough to allow it to form her identity. 

That was until you stepped out of the shower. Her shower, mind you, after you had formed another bullshit excuse to ensure the two of you were close. It was a thing the both of you were familiar with. To the point you almost beleived what you were saying. 

“Hey, um…it might be a hassle trying to make sure we get our gear at the same time if we’re in our own rooms, you know how the main hall can be.”

“True, yeah, everyone always wanting to make conversation. If we go in together it will save time” 

“Yeah, yeah exactly…”

“Do you want to stay here?”

Which got you to where you were now. More or less.

“God I’m tired. How many infected do you that was that? 20? 25? And all stuck beneath the floorboards of that shop, jesus.”  You speak softly, closing the door of Abbys room behind you both as you enter it, feeling pretty familiar with her room by now. Abby lets out a soft sigh.

“Yea it was pretty heavy. Do you need anything? A drink or-“

“Not yet, thank you, I should probably head back, I’m dying for a shower.” Abby sighs, shoulders sinking at your words. When the two of you exchange enough insignificant words to decide that you would finally stay there, Abby adds carefully.

“You can use my shower.”

“I don’t have any clothes.” You offer quietly. Abby clears her throat, feeling a sudden uncomfortableness burning through her before she managed the words; “You can borrow one of my shirts.” The thought of this is unerving. Not in a negative way, necessarily, but more a way that thrilled you and caused an irritating amount of nervousness to flush over your body in a rather aggressive wave. You consider saying no. ‘I can just put these clothes back on’ you thought, but the smell of your own clothes were almost nauseating after the assignment you two had just been on.

You clear your throat in turn. 

“Thanks…” Abby nods, eyes glued to the ground. When you leave the shower after what was probably an eternity of allowing the addictive warm water cleanse any trouble you had had in your life away, you leave the shower wearing just Abbys shirt. It’s so long on you you didn’t need to wear pants, plus you were both close enough friends that you had changed around each other before. You were certain there would be no issue in having Abbys light blue tee shirt just long enough to hide the curve of your ass. It makes you look smaller, you supposed, and the shirt looked so nice on you, colour complimenting your hair, skin and eyes perfectly. 

“Hey the showers…free” You say, eyes drawn to the way Abbys own are locked onto you like a hawk to prey. The contact to your body is so tense you thought she truly could shed your clothes away by just blinking her eyes. 

“What did you wanna watch this time? 12 angry men or….ET?” You ask. Abbys jaw is agape. She has no intention of disrespecting you or your image, and it’s as if a part of Abby she usually kept burried beneath her had clawed itself out with the way she blatantly stared at your legs, then back at you and all the way up and down your body. 

“Does it not look good?” You ask, starting to feel vulnerable. Abby snap backs into reality at this.

“What? No it looks so good on you.” Abby blurts out. You smile cautiously at this. “Thanks.” You sit down on her bed, moving over to leave her room. 

“So ET…?” 

“What? Oh fuck, yeah sure…sorry.” She says quickly, as if miles away. As the movie starts you can still feels her eyes on you, to the point where you’re not sure she’s looked at the screen once.

“Abby…” She puts her hands on your waist, feeling the fabric. 

“I like my shirt on you…” She mutters. You body feels like it’s on fire at the feeling of her large hands and either side of you. You feel like you can’t get a single word out. Your face goes bright red. Abby moves her hands up your shirt.

“Woah, Abby…” 

“Shit. Fuck, sorry…I was…in my own head I didn’t mean to-“ She quickly removes her hands your chest. You smile reassuringly at her, picking up her hands and putting them back.

“It’s your shirt Abby. You can touch me wherever you want.” Abby blushes, carefully moving her hands over your tits.

“Fuck.” Abby curses under her breath. You’re unsure how to react in the situation. If all the fantasies you had had over your friend adorned in sweat and mud from patrol or freshly glistening and smelling of god damn pine trees was just as requited as you thought, or if she too felt the eletrictiy that sent almost painful spikes down your body.

“I’m gonna do something stupid.” Abby remarks in a shroud of unnerving calm. “Promise you won’t hate me if you hate this.” The lock on her watercolour eyes intensitifed, your mouth letting out a gust of cool air at your lack of audbile words.

“Hate what?” You breathe. Abby shakes her head, as if to dismiss more than just the sentence, but anything that could ever go wrong between you.

“Just promise.” She whispers. You nod and she presses the pads of her fingers on your face in one smooth, possessive action, pushing your face into hers as she kisses you. Pulling away for a second but not long enough to gage your reaction before pushing your mouth open with her tongue and exploring it with a longing as deserved as fresh water to a man stranded at sea.

She moans into it a little, hands still holding your soft cheeks. She pulls away for a second, scanning your features for any sign of error. She found none, of course, for with all your confusion was equal parts lust as you leaned back in and let her take what she had spent so long pretending she didn’t fucking crave. Abby moves her hand down your long shirt, well, her shirt. The one that was on you, in any case, and trails along the rim at the very bottom. 

She uses the other hand to snake around your neck ever so softly and pulling it towards her lips, licking and sucking all over the warm flesh there. 

You let out a small moan and Abby smiles ever so proudly, her earlier awkwardness vanishing like a dream from a waking mind. Abbys hand has been on your thigh for a while, squeezing and caressing, but now it’s found it’s way where you want it the most, but Abby doesn’t touch you. She won’t until she’s absolutely sure you want it. 

“And…” Abby begins, her voice seeming so much louder with the lack of conversation. “Would it be even stupider of me if I started moving my hand?” You want to laugh at just how in character of her that entire sentence was, but instead you decide not to utter a word at all, simply grabbing her hand and moving it over your clothed clit. Abby’s head rolls back at the feeling of you on her hand and if it wasn’t you, if she didn’t want to treasure you and take her time worshipping every inch of your body and perhaps claiming it in the process, she wouldn’t have wasted any time before fucking you within an inch of her life. 

She pushes her middle and ring finger down between your folds, coating it into the soaking mess you had made over her. Then, with that same, cocky fucking smile, she plants it directly on your clit, almost just to prove a fucking point that, like with everything else in her life, she was good at this too. 

You let out a soft whimper when she draws tight circles, her fingers reaching places you couldn’t and feeling infintely better than what you could give yourself. This fact both thrilled, irritated and worried you. You worried if this was just a one time thing, an experiment when Abby was bored. You had heard of her doing it to others, giving random girls godly head and never talking to them again or god forbid letting Owen put his 4 inch in her. Quite frankly you couldn’t accept the idea of Abby doing that to you. Your best friend who you trusted, fucking you with her fingers, treating you like a fucking saint, only to not…

“Abby…” You sigh out as she increases the pace. It’s embarassing how close you were. It had been all of what? A minute and a half? And you had been actively trying not to cum just to prove some sort of fucking point to her that not even you knew what it was. Abby lets out some sort of breathy laugh, smiling proudly at the site of you. Well, that and the sound of your wet cunt drooling over Abby as you so often did in your sleep. 

“ohfuck…” You say, whole body bucking against her hand and eyes shutting fiercly when you finish. Abby kisses all over your neck, removing her fingers and licking over them.

“Mm…” She remarks. “Knew you’d taste good.”

Not entirely knowing what had possessed you, you climb onto Abbys lap, grabbing each side of her face and kissing her deeply, grinding up and down her body like it was yours to use. To own. You pull away and Abbys adorable, bright blue eyes mimic that of a deer in headlights. You move to take off the shirt she had given you, but she stops you.

“No.” Abby exclaims in a low voice. “Don’t you fucking dare….” She demands breathily, still recovering from the kiss, undoubtedly. You look at her with confusion, trying to gage whether you had crossed some sort of line, which you would find ironic from the girl who planted her fingers into you with no regard of conseuqnence. 

“Gonna fuck you in it.” She explains. You nod, sighing out with an air of releif. 

She lets you play out your fantasy for a while,  moving across her muscular body to releive some of the tension in your pretty clit. Then, once Abby is satisfied, she reasserts the control you both already knew she had on you and she grips your hips, pulling you off of her. 

“Stand up. In front of me let me see you.” Abby instructs, though her voice is lingered with a desperation so intense it could be mistaken for begging- not that Abby would be caught doing that in her life time. 

You do as she says, partially because she looks as if she might break if you do not. Abby looks you up and down slowly, admiring you and commiting every detail to memeory.

“Look at you…” She says. “You are breath taking.” You want to laugh at the statement. As your best friend she compliments you a lot but, never like this. She gets off of the bed and starts feeling the material of the shirt. 

“Look at this. Looks like a dress on you.” You lean in to kiss her but Abby isn’t finished. 

“Fuck…you’re so…small. Compared to me, i mean.”

“Abby…”

“Fuck….it makes me want to just…fuck you so fucking hard.”

“You really want to do this Abs? What about our friendship?”

“Fuck that. God I could throw you around. Could fuck you like that. Small thing like you would probably break.”

“I’m not that fragile.” You laugh gently. A weak attempt of concealing your own arousal at her vulgar language. 

“Hm.” She scoffs. “Lie down.” You comply and watch her walk over to her bathroom, then come back with a black strap.

“Jesus Abby.”

“What? You never know when your best friend is going to look like a fuckable little toy in her best friends shirt now do we?” You laugh at this and she puts her fingers back inside you.

“Ah, she’s perfect for me.” Abby remarks, settling the strap to her waist.

“Arms above your head.” You do as she asks and with one hand, one fucking hand, she covers both of your own, gripping them tightly. 

“Jesus fuck. Look at you beneath me. I fucking cover you.”

“Would you stop teasing and do it now?” You ask. She looks at you, impressed. 

“My greedy girl, huh?”

“Yours?” She pushes it into you, causing a loud moan straight away. 

“Mine.”

“Mmmfuckohmygod…” is the noise you end up making as she found her consistent rhythm, your hips making a satisfying noise every time she hit into you. She would scan your body for signs of discomfort on occasion, her face seeming to absorb panic as she does so, but from the drooly moans slipping from your lips, it was safe to assume you didn’t want her to stop.

She puts a hand on ur neck. 

“this okay?” She asks, removing it to give you a chance to talk. You nod eagerly.

“Mhm…” you say, as if caught in a distant dream. Abby laughs, putting her hand there and continuing to go into you nice and fast and hard, like you always imagined Abby would fuck.

“Please…gonna” you babble, words becoming a barely audible, strained noise with her hands on your throat. Abby smirks proudly.

“I know, I know love, you gonna’ cum?” You nod, nails digging into anywhere you can grab when she lets one of your hands loose. 

“You’re my fucking girl now. Don’t let anyone touch you. You got that?”

“Mmm….mhm” you reply dumbly, feeling dizzy from pleasure.

When you finally cum, it’s a dramatic affair, practically screaming out from how good she hits all the places that drive you crazy. Abby could cum just from the sight of your fucked out face, but she doesn’t grant you the relaxing experiencing of a post orgasm. No. She bucks into you a few more times, hitting into you with a purpose, ensuring you would feel exactly where she had been. That’s when she cums herself, emitting a high pitched, soft and beautiful sound you couldn’t have even envisioned her making had you not experienced it yourself just now. She laughs at your expression.

“Oh relax, you did great.” She says, removing the strap and unclipping it from her lower waist. You roll your eyes.

“Do you at least want your shirt back?” 

“Keep it. You should know by now I love you wearing it.” You flash her a curious expression.

“Because it makes me look small?” You question. She shrugs. 

“You ARE small.” Abby corrects, and you chuck one of her pillows at her.

The atmosphere shifts a little and you stand up, avoiding her eyes a little:

“You said I’m yours… did you mean that?” Abby walks over to you, snaking her hands around your waist.

“Well this wasn’t exactly the way I wanted to ask but, will you be my girlfriend?” Her tone is unsteady and seeing the vulnerable, nervous side of this almost 7 foot tall unit of a woman always made your heart feel full. 

“Yea.” You reply simply. “Why not.” It’s her turn to throw the pillow at you now.

“Why not? I see how it is.” She says, kissing you deeply.

“Oh and, I know you just showered but…”

“Yea…” you say, feeling the sweat and…other liquids on you as well as noticing them on Abby.

“So…round 2 then?” Abby asks, and you laugh, leading her into the shower.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

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?"

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.

(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"