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someone please give me requests on what to write i’m actually begging. i’ve got so much motivation to write but no ideas. literally for anyone in tlou. joel, abby, ellie idc!!!

gf!ellie headcanons

starting off, ellie would introduce you as ‘the mrs’ or ‘my wife WHEREVER you go. i mean everyone, would hear those words whenever your in view

“oh look there’s the mrs now” or “there’s my wife”

quite nights in with gf!ellie >>>

she’d 100% play guitar and hum songs when you’ve had a long day and need sleep

couldn’t believe you actually agreed to go out with her originally, she genuinely thought you where straight until you blabbed about your ex girlfriend one night

will drag you everywhere with her. seriously if this woman needs a piss at 3 in the morning you best believe she is waking you up just so she can use the toilet while you stand lazily by the door

VERY protective over you, im not joking. if your on patrol together, she’ll always be behind you so nothing can jump at you without you realising

she tries not to let you kill anything, whether it’s infected or raiders but when you do team up to kill a large group of infected. your an undeniably good team.

ellie will (and this isn’t up for discussion) always talk through arguments. there is no going to bed angry with ellie as a girlfriend. everything is sorted within the hour.

you two are the centre of attention at Jackson parties. not only because your one of the few lesbian couples there but because after a few drinks, you both get quite handsy and dance carelessly together

the first kiss with ellie definitely happened randomly. maybe you were making food and ellie just walks in, grabs your face and kisses you.

you where the first to say ‘i love you’ because ellie was scared that admitting it aloud would be stupid. everyone she has loved before, had died.

it would be a cute moment though. just imagine sitting on the couch with ellie whilst she plays the guitar. your just admiring her with a smile as she strums chords and puts together a little tune.

you just couldn’t help but blurt out those three words. ellie’s movements stilled as she looked up at you, her eyes wide and her mouth open

she will so casually pull one of these after you say what you said

you knew she wouldn’t say it back but once she composed herself she just gives you a smile and grabs your hand, bringing your knuckles up to her lips

it would take her a while to say it back. it would probably be after either you or her get injured pretty badly.

speaking of injuries, she wouldn’t let you touch a single wound. ellie would clean and dress them while you just sit there watching her with an amused smile

sometimes, ellie would get on your nerves with how late she has a tendency to stay up to. you’ll be in bed and you’ll hear ellie screaming at the tv (either at a game or a film). knowing she got into bed with you at eleven, you checked the clock and saw it was 2am

if ellie wakes up before you (which is incredibly rare) she’ll bring you whatever food was being served in the dining hall and a coffee for you to have breakfast in bed.

gf!ellie would 100% get a tattoo that reminded her of you. something like a flower or an object that you loved

no thoughts just gf!ellie

ellie with a chubby gf

this is purely for me and my chubby girls but leave requests of things you want to see bc i am loving making these (slight nsfw)

Ellie likes all kinds of girls; tall, short, smart, stupid but her favourite type was you.

you weren’t the skinniest of people, the chub on your belly was something you had been bullied about before

you had even been told that you had no chance in love looking like that

then ellie williams came along with her silly little compliment and had you hooked

i imagine she said something either real cheesy like ‘hey good looking’ or a real stupid pick up line like ‘did you just come out of the oven because your hot’

she’d tell anyone who would listen about you (usually joel or dina)

cuddling with ellie would be the best. her laying on her back with you curled into her side, you body pressed against her as she palmed at the exposed skin of your thighs and bum

let’s say your having a down day, feeling insecure in yourself. ellie would immediately know, coming up behind you from where your stood in the mirror and placing her hands on your hips, kissing you neck gently

compliments are a common curtesy when it came to ellie. literally. you could be doing something as simple as reading and she is yelling complement’s across the room

she would pick outfits for you to wear from the little store in jackson. usually something revealing and outside your comfort zone like a short dress or cropped top but you would still wear it just to see ellie’s giddy smile

PDA wasn’t something ellie was into before you but the second you made it official it was holding hands down the streets, kissing each other goodbye no matter who was around and ellie’s personal favourite, hand on your arse in a public space.

everyone would be fed up of ellie within a week of you two dating. the way she goes on and on about you is endearing but annoying

if anyone was to make a degrading comment about you, ellie would be straight their threatening to ‘chop their minuscule fucking dick’ off.

she’s also very open about your sex life to her friends and god it can be embarrassing. ellie’s just so obsessed with you and wants the world to know that

summer with modern!ellie headcanons

pov: i’m missing summer and i’m indulging in my current fixation

picnics all the time and i mean like if she ever sees a cool spot on a walk, beast believe you’ll be back in a day or two with a basket of food and drinks

not the biggest fan of the beach but will go if you wanted to

prefers doing lake days to beach days, something about it being a little more private and less people seeing you in a swimming costume

don’t get her wrong, she loves showing off what’s hers but to a degree. men love to ogle at her beauty of a girlfriend and ellie wasnt about to let them have a free show

water fights with ellie are a must and often happen unannounced

just imagine laying on the grass or sun deck in your back garden and suddenly ellie comes running over with a water gun and just drenching you

going into that point more, she’d also be holding another water gun and when you stand up, she’ll throw it at you so you can actually have a water fight.

as long as it’s a clear night, you best believe that ellie is dragging you into your garden to stargaze

hosting little get togethers, a small kiddy pool in your back garden with friends and family filling your garden. sharing drinks and picking at foods.

bonfires with dina and jesse

camping with joel and tommy when the weather is nice

now definitely don’t imagine summer clothes shopping with ellie. her sitting and watching as you modelled pretty little summer dresses and co-ords

if you ask nicely, she’d probably let you dress her up once or twice (although she will never be seen in public with a dress on)

the dates the two of you would go on in summer are incredible. museum dates, hikes, watching the sunrise and sunsets

both yours and ellie’s social media’s would be filled with the sights you’ve seen

no because imagine

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elliewilliams my favourite view

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y/n ellie took this whilst screaming for joel to save her (she loves us really)

musician!ellie headcanons (some nsfw)

you would 1000% be her muse even before you started dating

imagine ellie wrote she (by dodie) for you!! you were the first person to hear it and didn’t know it was about you until later into you relationship

if you can sing, she definitely lets you sing harmony/back up in some of her songs

however, even if you can’t sing, she will include something of you in her song. whether that’s a small snippet of you laughing or something you had said to ellie

if she was to ever write a more… explicit… song, she would definitely ask to include sound clips of your moans in the song.

you where quick to agree which led to a somewhat awkward situation where ellie’s fucking you with a whole ass mic set up near your head

(the song turned out great though so it was worth it)

you being ellie’s biggest fan

going to all of her gigs, even when she was a smaller artist and then going to her concerts. joel and you standing front row wherever you are

when she wins an award, she will thank you in her speech for supporting her through it all

her fans absolutely adore both of you

going into this point even more, her fans would always include you in their photos with ellie. it was a privilege to meet you both

she definitely announces new music with a photo of you on her instagram with a small sentence of song lyrics as the caption (and all the fans would know instantly)

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elliewilliams to be young and in love <3

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user1 NEW SONG NEW SONG NEW SONG

user2 she’s so pretty i might cry

user3 oh to be someone’s muse, y/ns fr living the life

user4 i can’t explain it but i know their house is beautiful

yes i used a lana del ray song, don’t judge me (apart from user3’s comment, i have commented these on multiple peoples posts)

gamer!ellie one shot

everybody say thank you @endureher for requesting a full fic of gamer!ellie. honestly i’m not 100% comfortable writing with ‘you’ yet as i’m more of a connoisseur for oc stories so here’s a one shot to start it up

in which ellie finally tells the world your hers

you and ellie had been dating for eleven months and it had been the best eleven months of both your lives. you shared a passion for entertainment, while you write poems and stories, ellie played games and streamed to thousands of people

her stream knew she wasn’t single, small slip ups every now and then. the door randomly opening and a black kitten prancing through the slit just for the door to close again

or whenever someone asked about her day and she may or may not have told them about her date with a very pretty lady.

ellie knew she wanted her fans to know her partner and what better way than to stream with you. the starting soon screen staring back at the two of you as you sat in front of the screens

playing sims with a special guest

that was the stream title, ellie usually had guest on her stream. whether it was her best friends dina and jesse in person or people she met online through the mic. it was rare for ellie to do a lone stream

so, when the clock on her desk turned 6pm, the girl started up the stream. her hand carefully placed on your thigh as you both welcome the viewers.

many people already knew who you were, enjoying your poetry books or romance novels (that just so happened to be proudly presented in the background of ellie’s stream at all time).

ellie introduced you, saying how exciting it was to have such an aspiring writer on her stream. around ten minutes into the livestream, you both finally started playing. mutually agreeing to make each others characters. you made ellie’s and she made yours.

however, what the stream wasn’t expecting was ellie to change the relationship of the two sims characters to ‘married’. everyone took note of the way you smiled with a roll of you eyes, your own arm bumping into your girlfriends

“oh did i forget to mention that y/n is my girlfriend?” ellie asked nonchalantly, the chat going absolutely crazy as you two just smiled.

you played for just under two hours, creating a beautiful home and living a wonderful life. it’s safe to say chat managed to make some beautiful edits of you both and everyone swooned over both yours and ellies instagram posts.

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elliewilliams to my dearest y/n, i love you always and will continue to love you forever. thank you for loving me <3

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user1 SWOONING

user2 idk who i’m more jealous of

y/n your my forever els <3

user3 we have two hours of content from them but omg i’m obsessed

dinax my favourite sapphics 🫶

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y/n to my favourite girl who for some reason hates getting their photo taken, eleven months with you and each day i fall more in love. i’ll love you forever

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elliewilliams eleven months have flown by, i love you

user1 THEM

user2 sleeping on the highway tonight

dinax okay fine i’m coming over so we can celebrate

user3 dina is the captain of this ship

dealer!ellie headcanons

dealer!ellie would be so obsessed over you, her beautiful girlfriend

i’d personally say she’d be super clingy although i know people disagree. i think this because she knows the type of people out there and would hate the idea of something bad happening to you

so, how is that fixed? easy, she literally will not leave your side.

since shes like jackson’s dealer, there’s constantly people over grabbing their weekly fix. you’ve probably befriended more people in the time of you dating ellie because of this than the rest of your life

no because imagine laying in bed and sharing a joint with ellie. the two of you had a busy day, barely sharing any time together so your cuddled up, a joint between you both as you share details from the day

i can imagine people coming up to dealer!ellie whilst you two are on a date and her straight up telling them to fuck off and to find her tomorrow

whenever you express the fact that you feel like your ripping ellie off (since she never lets you pay for the weed you smoke) her excuse is always “pretty girls smoke for free”

if we’re talking modern!dealer!ellie then her snapchat story will forever be filled with her plugs. photos of her stick with prices however her instagram would be dedicated to you

dealer!ellie would definitely shotgun a joint with you that usually leads to an intense make out session

gamer!ellie headcanons

I’d like to imagine that gamer!ellie is also streamer!ellie because why not make a living doing something you love

Would 100% introduce her gf to her viewers on stream, probably playing a game together and letting it slip mid way that they where actually dating

Definitely googles her own name on any social media sight and sends any funny/thirst trap posts to you, her gf

loves and i mean loves seeing edits of her girlfriend (and those cheesy couple edits)

i feel like everyone thinks that ellie would bang out shooter games but personally i can see ellie sitting there for hours playing sims or stardew

when ellie’s streaming, she loves when you make an appearance. whether it’s coming in her gaming room and simply giving her water or dragging in a chair from the kitchen to sit and watch her game (her viewers also adores it)

i can imagine ellie doing a drunk stream with you and it’s on this stream where editors get their spicy content.

you and ellie basically grinding on each other to non copyright music. check.

ellie muttering cheeky comments towards you but forgetting how good her mic is (viewers absolutely swoon at her sweet talk)

comments like “the way they look at each other” and “i want love like them” or “i’m so jealous of them” being regular comments on posts and streams

almost all her posts on instagram are photos of you and her (and the others are just posts of you all dolled up)

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elliewilliams you are my forever <3

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user1 they have my heart

user2 sleeping on the highway fr, in need of a love like theirs

user3 idk who i’m more jealous of, ellie or y/n

y/n i’ll love you always darling

first proper post lols, kinda nervous?!?? how do we feel about this, feel free to send requests!!

guys if you want to get your heart ripped open then put back together again multiple times go read apocalypse by @ whoreforjamescook on wattpad. it’s an ellie williams x oc ff (it’s by me)

Wattpad

Apocalypse [Ellie Williams]

in which two sixteen year olds find love in the middle of trouble [aged up!ellie williams x female oc] [pre the last of...

me, a writer: hmm i wish i saw more of this (insert crazy idea i made up)

me, still a writer: shit i can write it myself

me, a writer finishing a long ass one shot: no one’s gonna read this. nevermind.

in need of someone to write a one shot of the dina and ellie kiss scene (in eugenes) but instead of dina it’s the reader please!!!!

hear me out, ellie williams in tlou2 game with an oc that she’s known since the QZ???

Queen is back (me). And has watched tlou S2e2 finally, right after a quick recap of season 1 cuz I forget (a lot).

Crying as if I didn’t play the game pffffsshhh yeaaaaaa I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m alright I’m alright IM OK IM NOT OK

You cannot hurt this man, please stop it.

Sub!abby? maybe something like making her squirt?🫢

As requested 🤭 Sub Abby (Making her squirt)

Abby’s breath hitches as her eyes lock onto her girlfriend across the room. The noise around her fades into a dull hum. Every movement her girlfriend makes pulls Abby in—soft, fluid, effortless. Her lips curve into a smile, and it’s all Abby can do not to groan aloud. 

“God, I want to taste that smile. I want to feel her lips under mine.” Abby pleas in her head.

The tension in her body coils tighter with every second. The soldier in her is still—trained to wait, to assess, to hold back. But all she can do now is stand there, barely able to contain herself. Her fingers, restless and twitching at her sides, ache to reach out, to touch her, to pull her close and make this maddening yearning stop. Just one step. Just one movement toward her...

But Abby’s mind doesn’t want to listen. They couldn’t do this here, all their friends were around and if she only knew how fucking desperate Abby was- No. She decided again. Not here. Not now. 

She watches the way her girlfriend shifts, the subtle way her body moves with the grace of someone who doesn’t even know how badly she’s driving Abby wild. The way her hips sway when she talks to someone else. The way her throat moves when she laughs. Abby’s pulse quickens, a heat pooling low in her stomach, and the longer she stands there, the tighter the coil of desire becomes, winding through her chest. 

“Fuck, I need her.” Argues her more impulsive thoughts.

Her thoughts start to blur together, raw, desperate flashes of the way her fingers would feel sliding over her girlfriend’s skin, the way she’d kiss her neck, her jawline, the curve of her back, slowly, desperately—every inch, memorising it, marking it as her own.

“She feels so good against me. Her body pressed to mine… I can already taste her. I can already hear her breath catch when I touch her. Jesus. What is wrong with me?” Abby wondered.

Abby’s body is screaming for release, and every second spent not crossing that room feels like torture. Her hands ball into fists, nails digging into her palm, grounding herself, but it’s not enough to keep the ache from spreading. Her breath comes in shallow, uneven gasps, the need for her girlfriend starting to overwhelm the edges of her control.

The thought of pulling her into a corner, of locking lips, of feeling the soft heat of her body beneath Abby’s own is consuming. Her legs feel weak, the tension in her core unbearable, but she stays still, even as her body betrays her. 

“Do you need something?” Questions the other female soldier, Abby’s burning gaze on her body finally becoming too intense to go unnoticed. 

“Yes I…” She lowers her head to reach her girlfriends height, whispering into her ear. “I need you. Please can we…” Surprise overtakes the smaller woman for a moment, but she flashes a confident smile and grabs her hand, leading her into an empty tent on the grounds. She let’s go of her, looking Abby up and down, clearly amused.

“You’re looking at me like how our dogs look before they’re fed in the morning. Want to talk about that?” Abby shakes her head.

“Fuck, the last thing I want to do is talk.” She exclaims, grabbing her softly by the back of the neck and bringing her into a deep, passionate kiss, tongue exploring every inch of the inner walls of her cheek. To Abby’s surprise and devastation, the woman steps back, her eyes sparkly and mischievous. 

“What are you-“

“Get on your knees.” She commands in a way that causes blood to flow through Abby’s body to a point she’s sure the other woman can hear it. 

“This is not how it goes.” Abby tries to say, despite the woman's tone already driving her crazy in all the right ways. “I tell you what to do, you don’t-“

“You must want me real bad.” She interrupts, taking a step closer.

“I do…but-“

“Show me how much.” Abby ponders the words a moment. The weight of all the armour she’s carried around—the pride, the walls, the constant need to be strong, to protect—is suddenly exhausting. Abby starts to feel a strange surrender stirring in her chest, something she’s never let herself explore. And just like that she’s kneeling.

“Good girl.” She coo’s. Abby blushes, kissing the inside of her thighs. “Can I take them off?” She asks softly. The woman shakes her head.

“We’re doing it my way today. You’re gonna ride my face and you’re not going to touch me until I have you whimpering and begging for it, does that sound fun love?” She questions, her voice laced in pretty power. Abby sighs. What the hell was she doing?

“Yes.” She agrees. “Yes that sounds good.” 

The woman lies down flat beside her. “Sit.” 

Abby stands up, removing her pants quickly, the sound of her belt unbuckling proving to be her girlfriends favourite noise. She takes off her underwear too, adding them to the pile. She positions herself carefully upon her girlfriends face, hovering just slightly above. The girl rolls her eyes.

“Really Abby? You were just looking at me like I was the first fruit on a barren wasteland but you won’t sit like a fucking good girl?” She demands, genuinely slightly annoyed. Abby blushes.

“I just don’t want to crush you, I’m quite a lot of woman-“

“Sit on my fucking face or I swear I’ll walk o-mmm…” She hums into Abby’s cunt that had now found itself in her mouth. Abby rocked her hips slowly at first, but at her girlfriends sucking and licking, had begun increasing its pace, becoming messier, more desperate. 

Her moans were ethereal noises, as if she were singing the very chorus of their world. They got louder and less cohesive, the shouts of her girlfriends name transforming into whimpers and almost shrieks.

She could feel herself nearing orgasm, her stomach dancing in waves that drove her head mad, but something else stirred within her as well. Something foreign that made Abby a little nervous. Something that crashed through her and squirted onto her girlfriends face. Abby panicked, quickly rolling off of her and apologising. 

“Oh my g…I don’t even know what just…I am SO sorry…” Her girlfriend just laughs, wiping her face a little.

“You squirted Abby. Holy fucking shit, as much as I love when you tie me up and pound the shit out of me if I had known your body could do this I would beg to fuck you more often.” Abby, still embarrassed, finally managed to speak.

“You do beg me, often.”

“And only now you agree. Perhaps we have to do this every day now to make up for it.”

“Will you just shut up and let me touch you now?” She asks, desperately wanting to change the subject. The woman just watches her expectingly and Abby sighs.

“…Please?”

“Good girl.”

AN: [guys I'm SOOOOO excited about the showwwwwwww]

It's purring

Oiled up Abby omfg. I took this photo myself and I'm fucking fiending. She could choke me, hit me, call me a good girl, her fucking slut, do anything and everything she wanted. When I tell you I opened one of my old saves and my legs opened with it. Abigial Anderson, the woman you are.

I actually love jealous abs/ abs after you’ve been teasing her typa shit 🙏😔idk if this makes sense but I WOULD GO FERAL if u wrote more of those

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More jealous Abby for one of my fav supporters @mitski-lovesems

Warnings: 18+, (all receiving) strap on, fingering, cunnilingus, thigh riding, masturbating, accidental squirting, rough Abby, edging, overstimulation, minors DNI

In the WLF base, there was a rule of thumb among soldiers that if you returned from patrol without a sore back, arm, leg, or any other part of the body, you hadn’t been doing enough. While in essence, a joke, the amount of times you had personally been launched from high places, stabbed, shot, beaten up, etc was a proper issue. Thankfully, the medical team had a trained physiotherapist to ease the pain. A slightly older woman was your favourite, she would dig her thumbs into the knotted muscles in your back, help you stretch, and give you exercises to ease the pain between visits with her. She always drew cute little drawings on your exercise notes. Her writing was beautiful, too, not unlike her face and figure, with a beautiful complexion of subtle freckles, pretty black hair with waves up to her shoulder, and a smile of perfectly in tact teeth that only illuminated how little she was in danger compared to the rest of the WLFS.

You were sort of oblivious to her flirting with you, mistaking it for friendliness. When your girlfriend and number one scar killer discovered your exercise instructions, written so sweetly by said physiotherapist, covered in hearts and little drawn cats, she was less than impressed.

“The fuck is this?” Abby practically spat, stalking towards you, note in hand. You looked at her blankly. 

“My exercise instructions? They’ve actually been helping quite a lot, not as much as the massages though-“ 

“Massages? The fuck are you talking about?” You eye her softly, not understanding where her anger was coming from.

“You know Miranda?” Her eyes darkened.

“The one half the men and their girlfriends want to sleep with? Yeah, I know of her.” You tilt your head in confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t know that…anyway, you know how I was telling you about that shooting pain I get in my back? She rubs out the muscles, it feels really g-“

“Take off your fucking clothes.” Abby interrupts. Your eyes widen, a small smile fighting to appear on your face at the anticipation of what she could and would do to you. 

“It feels really nice with her thumbs on my bare skin.”

“Bare?” She demands, ripping the jeans off of your body.

“Yeah, I have to take my top off-“ She shuts you up with a deep kiss, her tongue so deep inside you that a desperate whine ripples through you. She breaks the kiss right as you thought you would lose oxygen. 

“Lie down.” Your cheeks flush, she’s always been so damn sexy when she’s all authoritative like this.

“Here? Right on this bench?” You question while she pulls apart your button up shirt, leaving only the bottom half of it on you and showing your pretty bra.

“Right. Here.” Abby groans, sucking on your neck and immediately leaving a dark mark there. 

“Abby it’ll show…” You exclaim, and she gives you a warning look. You know her when she’s like this. Barely talking, only taking what she fucking wants. You shouldn’t speak, shouldn’t ask questions, all she wants it to fuck you into a new plane of existence. You really didn’t understand what brought this on though, you truly didn’t think of your physiotherapist in any way other than a good physio. 

“Good. It’ll teach that perky little cunt who you belong to. Lie down, I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Yeah…yes, Abby.” You comply, lying down and causing several condiments and decorations on the bench to crash onto the floor. 

“So fucking sexy sprawled out for me. Fucking touch yourself. Show me how wet you are.” Your body feels like it’s on fire. You feel nervous as you bring your fingers to your clothed cunt. She rolls her eyes.

“Take that shit off, pretty girl. Need to fucking see you.” You nod, pulling it down to your ankles which she helps take all the way off your feet, tossing it into the pile on the ground. 

You let out a high pitched moan as you rub your clit a little faster. Abby smiles, bringing her hand over your body. 

“Good girl…” She coos, pulling you onto her lap. She puts her own fingers into you quickly and without warning, immediately finding your clit and making it feel 10 times better than with your own fingers. 

“What was that moan baby?” She teases. “Are my massages a little better than your little physio girlfriend, huh?” You let out a whimper as she puts her two middle fingers inside, all the while rubbing your clit with her thumb.

“Holy f- fuck….” 

“Stuttering only over my fucking fingers huh? My girls so needy.” You feel so good you want to fucking cry when she removes her fingers and slows the speed on your clit to an almost non existent pace. 

“Abby…” She ignores your complaints, picking you up off of her lap and walking towards the bedroom. Still shaky from the stimulation, you watch eagerly until she returns with a large strap.

“Jesus Abby….” You begin to say, watching the determination on Abby’s face.

“She’s just my friend- she’s not even my friend she’s just my doctor…Abby-“ 

“Don’t waste your breath when you could be using that pretty mouth of yours for…better things. Open up.” She commands, effortlessly attaching the strap to her waist. You stand up and she just laughs. 

“Where you going sweetheart?” You exhale sharply. 

“The bedroom…I thought-“

“Now why would you deserve the comfort of a nice soft bed after keeping this from me hm? My girl needs to be fucked, hard and good, remind you who you belong to.”

“But I didn’t even-“

“Uh-uh. No talking.” She says, lifting your mouth open with her thumb.

“Tap on my hip if it’s too much okay baby?” She asked, her voice coming out sweeter than the vulgar shit she’s been saying thus far. You smile comfortingly at her, nodding. She grabs the bottom of your chin, pushing the tip of the strap into you and coating it with your saliva. 

“Fuckk.” Abby remarks, feeling heat grow at the sight of you.

“I’m gonna push a little more into you.” You hum into her as she says this and she laughs, teasingly.  “Aww, it’s okay, you can take it.” You nod, feeling it near the back of your throat this time. 

“Fuck…I’m gonna fuck your face harder just- fuck- deep breaths for me…” She says, thrusting in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck….that’s really….get it really nice and wet for me so it’s ready when I fuck you.” She says, barely able to contain herself from how horny this was making her. 

You pull away, revealing the soaking strap.

“Perfect baby. Now I know you were mad I didn’t let you cum before so I’m just gonna give it to you, okay?” Fuck. You could have cum just from her words.

“Answer my fucking question.”

“Yeah- yeah that’s good Abs…” You say, dumbly. What you would say if you could, is that “yes Abby, it’s okay, in fact I want you to use me for your own pleasure like I’m a toy and treat me like I’m fucking nothing,” but a simple affirmation of this being “okay” worked for you both. To those who say jealousy is a red flag clearly hasn’t seen how good red looks on Abby fucking Anderson. 

“You know what? I don’t think you deserve my cock yet.” She says, taking a seat on the bench beside you. 

“Sit.” Abby beckons to her large thigh. To save you from your gawking, she pulls you onto it herself and starts bouncing her leg up and down innocently. 

“F…mmm~” You say, closing your eyes as the vibration of her bouncing ripples through your cunt. 

“What’s that sound baby?” She questions. You roll your eyes at her act. 

“Why are you…mmm~ teasing me?” “Because. I don’t like the idea of anyone fucking touching you. You’re gonna cum over and over until I’m done with you and only when I want you to.” She explains, increasing the pace.

“Oh fuckfuck Abby…”

“Shh…it’s okay.” She coos. The friction of your bare cunt on her clothed muscular thigh makes your head go fuzzy.

“G’nna cum…” You slur your words, making her give you a cocky smirk as a result. 

“Oh yeah? Gonna cum hm?” She says before stopping her bouncing. You let out a whine.

“Abby what the fuck?” You demand, clinging onto her. She kisses you playfully. 

“Oh baby, you think I’m just gonna give it to you? You’re not being very convincing that you’re mine yet. Hump my thigh yourself. I might even let you cum if you do a good enough job.” You groan in irritation, but comply, slowly moving up and down the clothed skin. It feels good, but nothing like what she could give you. 

“Please…want you so bad…” You beg. She smiles lovingly at you.

“Aw, I know baby, I know. But look at you. Going so slow f’me, acting all shy when I know my girls not shy is she?” You let out a shaky breath as the fabric hits your clit just right. 

“No Abby.” She tilts her head in amusement at your struggle to get off.

“Fine, do you need my help?”

“Can…” You stop yourself, remembering how unappreciative Abby is of your manners and shy demeanour. 

“Put your hand on my neck…please.” You ask, softly. She nods, putting one of her large hands on your throat.

“Fuck~” You moan loudly, the word coming out barely audible with the little amount of air you have. Abby’s practically gleaming and you can tell she’s wet over this. 

“My pretty girl begging for my hands like a fucking slut, huh? So fucking sexy.” She coos, and it’s not long before you’re cumming, with slick lining her pants. When you finally open your eyes, you blush at the sight of them.

“S…sorry” You blurt out. Abby just smiles.

“It’s okay, something to remember you by, hm?” She picks you up, taking you to the bedroom and planting you, sprawled out on the bed.

“I thought I didn’t deserve a bed.” You say, starring up into her watercolour eyes. She nods.

“You weren’t, but you impressed me with that little show before.” She says, matter-of-factly.  “I was going to tie your hands down, but I want them clinging onto me and digging into my skin while I fuck you. I think the straps wet enough still.” Your cheeks flush crimson and she tilts her head, eyeing your body. She takes off your bra effortlessly and immediately goes down to suck at your nipples, moaning as she flicks her tongue over the sensitive buds. You bite your lip. Once she’s satisfied with sucking and marking the top part of your body, she begins lining herself up with your cunt.

“Deep breaths baby, I’m not gonna stop unless you use our safe word kay? So you can beg and cry as much as you fucking want to. You can pull my hair or dig into my skin, but I won’t relent okay? I’m gonna-“ Abby says all at once, so fucking obsessed with you. “I’m gonna fuck you into next week just- can I? God please let me fuck you.” Your thighs quiver as she speaks, and you nod eagerly. 

“Please do, I need it.” You say, and with this she pulls you towards her by your legs and thrusts almost the entire strap completely into you. You let out a cry. It stings so fucking good. She edges the last bit into you, moving hard and fast inside.

“Fuckkkk ohmygod thank you- thank…fuck….”

“Tell me that fucking….” Abby grunts, titling her head back while continuing to dick you deep.

“Slut…means nothing to you.” You moan, your eyes rolling back.

“Fucking look at me.”

“S- sorry I’m sorry.” You moan. “She means nothing to me…it’s you…it’s only you, ohfuck-“ You could tell it was almost enough, but not quite. 

“Tell me-“ Abby sighed, looking a little guilty.

“Can you tell me you hate her?” You look at her, surprised. 

“Abby…”

“Just….just this once…it doesn’t have to be- true I just….” You let out a small laugh. 

“So insecure toda-“ She playfully hits you, thrusting in deep.

“Okay sorry- I hate her Abby, you’re the only one for me.” She nods.

“Good fucking girl.” She remains true to her word, fucking you over and over until you can’t even form a fucking sentence. You’ve lost count at which orgasm this was, it didn’t matter, but you felt your stomach yearning for the release that made your legs shake with you collapsing into her. 

“Ab- mmm” You hum out. She smiles, finally going out of you and admiring your fucked out body. You were glistening with sweat and a combination of your slick and hers. 

“You did really good. Sorry if I was…too rough.” Abby says as she runs her fingers through your hair. You shake your head.

“S’good.” You say. You’re too tired to notice her moving down the bed, that is until you feel her between your thighs.

“Ab- what?” You exclaim. She rubs your thigh fondly with her thumb.

“I’m just gonna clean you up.”

“With your tongue? Abby I came like 10 times…” She laughs at this. 

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Oh my god…fine but none of your usual shit” You banter. She gasps, pretending to be offended.

“What usual shit?”

“Don’t give me that, when I’m just relaxing on the couch or I’m writing at a bench and you eat me out for like 20 minutes straight.” She smirks.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re all “mmm, ahhh you taste so good” like is it my pleasure or yours at this poin-“

“Okay, okay. I’ll be gentle.” She says, more convincing this time. You nod, spreading your still shaky legs.

She licks a stripe up your soaking cunt and you let out a deep breath. Then, she kisses your clit, sucking on it and tonguing between your folds at the same time. You let out a loud moan, already so fucking sensitive. You were so fucked out you were screaming, and instead of feeling like you needed to cum like the previous 10 or so times, you felt like you were going to pee, pass out, and cum all at once.

“W-wait Abby I- you should….mmm…st…stop I might pee Abby st- mmm” Abby had already warned you earlier though that she wouldn’t stop unless you used the safe word, and at this point you didn’t know if it would be worse to pee on Abby’s face or be denied an orgasm.

Thankfully, (and surprisingly, you might add) you didn’t pee, though, instead something miraculous happened, and Abbys face was completely soaked as you squirted all over her. You were frozen. Stunned. Embarrassed. Surprised. You wanted to kill yourself, that had never fucking happened before. You waited for Abby to come back up and she looked at you fucking awe stuck.

“I am so sorry…I’ve never squirted before that was so disgusti-“

“That was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.” Abby admits, interrupting you. You blush, covering your face with your hands.

“Really?”

“Holy fuck baby, we’re doing this every day….I need that to happen again.” “I was just…it was so much and I…”

“Fuckkkkkk I think I came I was that aroused.” You laugh at this, not believing her. She smiles back, thankful you feel more confident now.

“I’m serious, look.” She reaches down and her hand comes back up, dripping in liquid. You nod.

“Well alright then.” You laugh and she brings you into a hug.

You stand up and she looks betrayed when you do so. You laugh at her facial expression.

“I’m showering, need to get cleaned up properly this time.” She smiles.

“Ooh, can I come?” You sigh. 

“This is going to be a long night.” You remark as you both head into the nearby bathroom.

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

So good oml

I don’t care that you’re a stoner

Ceo!abby

Dr. A.A

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I promise doctor.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Abby please-“

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

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

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

“Every. Last. Drop.”

You two aren’t dating but she thinks you’re hers.

Note: The fics pretty long so I'll have the smut in bold as per usual. I also take requests. Enjoyy

Warnings: Fingering & fisting, dominant Abby, cunnilingus, thigh riding, rough, restraints, scissoring, possessive Abby, hickeys 

You’ve been best friends with Abby as long as you can remember. Her dad loves you, you go on all assignments together and she trusts you more than anyone. 

As you’ve grown older, in turn you have also gotten considerably prettier, stronger, and others have definitely noticed. Men and women alike have been flirting with you during and after assignments. Most attempts at courting you were unsuccessful though. Ever heard the term ‘if a look could kill?’ Well if anyone sent so much as a smile in your direction, she would return their affections with a look so intense they might as well be dead.

It had been a few days since you had been assigned somewhere with Abby. You knew she loved doing the more strenuous stuff with Manny, so you had been partnered with a nice man named Ryan for most of your recent missions. He had been helping you adjust to long shipment assignments and high risk activities such as defending areas rich in supplies, but a lot of the time Ryans patrol were assigned to what WLFS call “ghost missions,” (scanning large perimeters of land for trespassers, even when 9 days out of 10, the only people trespassing were infected stragglers.)

The two of you were closer than the other’s in his patrol group, likely because most patrols were so fucking boring and you two needed a way to pass the time. It was becoming clear he had certain affection growing towards you, and after being so…distracted by Abby all these years, you decided the attention was nice.

You made your way to the dining hall for breakfast. You never ate anything that early in the morning as a result of your night-person-only demeanour, however you enjoyed sitting at the table with a hot cup of coffee and listening to the white noise of people eating and chatting before going out into the cruelty of Seattle. The dining hall felt like a sort of safe haven for you in the mornings, a time when there weren’t so many people as to make you feel overwhelmed but just enough to convince you that you weren’t entirely alone. 

You were surprised to see Abby and Manny getting trays of food and chatting in the line. Your face involuntary flushed when they approached. It wasn’t noticeable, but you felt the heat under your skin. 

“Manny!” You exclaim, happily. You two had always been platonic soulmates. His irritating puns and smooth way of talking was refreshing in a place with so many serious people. You supposed that’s why you liked Abby too. Aside, of course, from her arms that could, and you would happily let, crush you with ease. 

“Hey Abs.” You say, more quietly and with less excitement. She smiles widely at you.

“It’s good to see you again, it feels like I haven’t seen you in ages!” She remarks, sitting across from you. Manny sits next to her.

“So what’s new?” Manny asks, and before you can answer Abby looks at your empty tray with mild concern.

“You’re not eating?” She asks. You’re taken by surprise a little and take a beat before answering.

“Just coffee.” You reply, still feeling more nervous than you should. 

“You should eat before assignments.” She instructs. 

“I’ll be fine.”

You notice a reaction of either disgust, irritation, or both appear on Abby’s face and you turn around to see what it could be. You smile when you notice Ryan approaching.

“Ryan! Good morning!” You say. Abby rolls her eyes.

“A lot of excitement for 9 in the morning.” She mumbles to Manny.

“Hey!” He speaks with excitement, pulling out the bench slightly and sitting beside you. Abby practically groans.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was someone sitting there?” He asks politely. Abby grunts.

“Well…no, but-“

“No one’s sitting there.” You reassure him, looking deeply into his eyes as he gets comfortable in his chair.

“I got you some of those packaged cornflakes you love to snack on. I knew you wouldn’t be hungry enough for breakfast but the sugar should you give you enough energy for the day.” He explains, passing you a packet. 

“What a gentlemen.” Manny claims with amusement. Abby’s face now depicted an expression that the word “annoyed” wouldn’t even justify. 

“She doesn’t eat breakfast.” Abby speaks, almost like a warning. You just smile softly at her, then back at him.

“No, no it’s very sweet, I’ll have some.” You say, peeling off the packaging and taking a small handful of some. 

“You’ll need the energy, we’ve got another one of those long cargo shipments ahead of us. It’ll finally just be us today.” He says, pushing a spoonful of some sort of porridge into his mouth from the bowl in front of him. 

“Isaac’s trusting us to be alone together?” You ask with delight. He nods his head and Abby gives another appalled look.

“Why wouldn’t you be? Can you two not focus together or what?”

You look at her, confused at where this attitude is coming from. 

“Aha…no, it’s just we usually go in a four person patrol, I guess he trusts us more now.”

“Or he just doesn’t want to waste too many men for such long periods of time-“ Ryan tries to say before getting interrupted.

“Actually-“ Abby begins abruptly in a way that seemed to startle even herself. Everyone turns to look at her and she doesn’t let this intimidate her, too deep in it now to stop talking.

“I came to tell you that you’re with me today. Manny’s swapping with Ryan.”

“I’m sorry, what??” Manny starts. Abby gives Manny a pleading look. He sighs.

“It’s true.” He agrees through gritted teeth.

“Oh…” Ryan murmured. You put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s no problem, Manny’s a great ally to have for shit like this.” You offer, now rubbing his arm gently. He nods.

“I was hoping to spend more time with you.”

“Well we don’t need patrol for that.” You say, somewhat flirtatiously. His whole attitude seems to shift and if auras were visible, his would be golden right now.

“Then, do you want to hang out when you’re back?” Once again, your chance to respond is taken from you.

“That’ll be impossible, it will probably be night time by the time we’re back.” Abby explains. His smirk widens, still making eye contact with you.

“Even better.” 

This is Abby’s final straw and she gets up and grabs your wrist which appears to vanish completely under Abby’s large fist.

“She’ll think about it.” She says, guiding you away. You look at her, not annoyed, just confused.

“Abigail…” You start, softly. She doesn’t say anything, she seems too angry with life to process words right now.

“I mean no offence by this question, but Abs, are you okay?” She doesn’t respond for a while, still guiding you to the wagons. She sighs before answering.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She asks, as if the question were aimed towards herself, rather than you.

You shrug. “Must have been my imagination.” She doesn’t say anything and just lifts you up onto the wagon. There are two other men there and Abby tells them you’re ready, the wagon leaving swiftly at her command. 

“So what was with the swap?” You ask. She seem’s happier now, or at least less tense. She lets out a deep breath. 

“I missed you.” She replies, nonchalantly. You feel your heart do things that can’t be healthy inside your chest at these words. You nod, trying to keep your composure. 

“Cool.” You say, finally allowing yourself the courage to look her into her eyes again. 

When you reach a block in the road, you both get out decide to look for alternate ways across. There’s some debris blocking the road that appears almost impossible to clear from this side. You also notice that there are some buildings you could potentially cut through. You walk up to one and a runner runs out at you. You desperately pull it away from your neck, stabbing it with your pocket knife. 

Abby runs in at the commotion and see’s the dead runner on the floor. 

“Are you bit?” She breathes out, her face consumed with panic. You laugh.

“No.” You say, giving her a comforting smile. “Of course not.” 

“Let’s keep mo-“ you start. Abby pulls you in without the faintest of warnings, hugging you tightly.

While blushing ferociously at the feel of her large body against yours, the refinement of the muscles on her arms, the feeling of her chest against yours, you manage a strained.

“I’m alright.”

She doesn’t let you go at this. Instead, she snakes her arms around your body, moving her arms down to your hips. You feel the lower part of your body quiver and you quickly press your legs together, some part of you believing she could know the things you thought about her somehow. 

“What are-“ She moves her hands to your ass, then hips, then she runs them back up again. 

“I missed you.” She breathed out. You break away from the hug and look at her directly in the eyes.

You search desperately for any indication of deception. This has to be some kind of prank. If Abby liked you back you would know, wouldn’t you? 

The thought occurs to you that she didn’t know you liked her, so why couldn’t the same thing apply?

No. There was no way. Abby was straight, probably…

“Abby?” You question. She eyes you slowly. 

“Mm…” She hums, clearly in her own world. 

“Why…” You pause, and it feels like that girl has taken every breath from your body body before you can take it.

“Why did…you want me to come with you today?” You feel the heat of the air from both your mouths. You’re so fucking close to each other, it would take almost nothing to- no. Focus, you keep telling yourself. 

“You’re a good shot, good company too, I missed it.” She declares, matter-of-factly. You nod and she puts a large hand on your face.

“Or maybe I didn’t want you doing assignments with that boy toy.” You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way her hand is making you feel.

“And how is Ryan a boy toy?” You ask, stammering a little.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She demands, and her tone startles you. Her eyes soften when she notices your reaction.

“He clearly wants to sleep with you, I’m just looking out for you cause I mean, men like that they only want one thing, you know?” She asks softly. You give her a provocative look.

“What if I only want one thing from him too?” You watch as Abby’s eyebrows furrow and that same look of disgust splashes over her.

“You CAN’T be serious.” She spits, removing her hand and stepping away from you.

“What’s wrong with that? It’s not like anyone else wants me-“

“I-“ Abby practically yells, her words trailing off.

“He’s not good for you. He wouldn’t know…how to treat you.” You sigh.

“Well, I need to sleep with someone.” You admit “Why does it bother you?”

“Because, you belong to me.” She says quietly, looking down at the ground. You’re stunned at her words.

“What? I…don’t belong to anyone-“

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✨Smut✨

“Can I kiss you?” She asks, the question sounding more like an order. 

You don’t allow yourself to consider anything else before grabbing her face and mashing you lips against hers. 

Still stunned by the situation, you feel her lips part obediently against yours and you gain the chance to suck on her tongue, tasting the inside of her mouth as the kisses became deeper, more intense. 

Your head is racing, but you ignore the scrambled thoughts, letting yourself moan slightly into the kiss, feeling her hands tracing your shirt.

“Please.” She says quietly. You don’t know what’s happening, she’s never treated you like this, never wanted you. You’ve heard her say please maybe once- actually, you’re not sure you’ve heard her say that at all, but now here she was, practically begging to see more of you. 

It’s Abby fucking Anderson after all, so despite logic dictating that the reasonable decision would be to talk things out and see if her feelings are genuine, you comply without even taking a breath, practically tearing your shirt off for her. 

She practically stares at your chest, mesmerised by the way they sit perfectly in your well fitted bra, deep blue and black lace. Once she manages to close her jaw, she gapes, “you wear this on all your patrols?” You shake your head.

“All my others were in the wash…” you stammer. She says nothing, grabbing you forcefully and putting her lips on your neck. 

You moan involuntarily, knowing your neck is your sweet spot and now, she knows it too. Instead of just kissing it now, she sucks harshly at your skin like you’re a goddamn lollipop, running her tongue over different areas as she went.

“Take yours off too.” You say, feeling heat grow between your legs at even her simplest of  actions. Her smirk makes you go feral. 

“Already desperate for me, hm?” She asks. The back of your neck is hot and you feel your stomach doing summersaults.

Deciding actions speak louder than words, you lift her shirt off her shoulders and you could melt right fucking there. In all her glory, a perfect chest covered by a pale coloured bra. A stunning set of Abs with a light shine of sweat from the travel and heat and you can see her arms fully now, and they were just as you had imagined, if not better.

“Fuck, Abs, you’re so-“ You whimper when she bites down unexpectedly at your neck before moving her mouth away. Then, she kisses your stomach, all the while moving her fingers down into your underwear.

“Take this shit off.” She instructs, motioning at your jeans by pulling aggressively at the fabric. You sigh at how obedient you’ve become, kicking your shoes off, then lowering your pants to the floor. 

“Good girl.” Abby grinned, putting her whole hand in your underwear with no warning.

“Mm…” A high pitched moan escapes your lips in anticipation, it’s quiet, but in the small room Abby could hear the sweet chorus of your moans in her ear, making her speed up her pace. 

She found your clit immediately, using two of her wide fingers to draw painfully slow circles across where you were most sensitive. 

“A…Abby” You shut your eyes tight as she feels you, fucking with all of your senses for sport. 

‘Look at me when I’m fucking you.” She demands, using her left hand to cover your throat. She doesn’t squeeze though, she doesn’t want to hurt you, at least not yet. 

“Stop….teasing me.” You plead as she continues having her way with your cunt, fingers already drenched as a result of her torture. She smirks.

“You shouldn’t have let that slut sit with us.” She says, stopping what she’s doing and putting them inside you this time, moving her thumb quickly over your clit in their absence. She start’s fucking your inner walls as rough as she wants to, not giving a fuck how overwhelming it feels. You lean your head back, gripping at her biceps and clawing them slightly with your nails. She gasps at the feeling of this, and you can tell she’s getting off on it. 

“That’s what this ’s about? Mmm….” You moan, still looking into her eyes as best you can. “You’re jealous?” 

“Shut the fuck up.” She says, removing her fingers from your neck and putting them in your mouth instead.

“Put that pretty mouth to use and be grateful for the pleasure I give you.” You suck gratefully at her fingers and instead of the slow pace she was doing before, she goes so fast you feel your stomach start to swirl immediately. “MMM” You moan through her fingers. She doesn’t stop, not even when you claw at her arms so hard they make imprints in her skin. You can’t fight the need to close your eyes this time, and suddenly, right before orgasm, you feel nothing. Her long, wide fingers go out of you and your pussy pulses, as if to complain in morse code. She removes her hands from your mouth.

“Why?” You gasp. She kisses you deeply again, throwing you against a wall and protecting your head with her hand.

“I told you, look at me when I’m fucking you, or I stop.” She warns, putting her hand into your underwear again.

You cry out as she does so, you were already so sensitive. She smiles innocently at you.

“Aw, too much baby?” She asks, still refusing to switch up her speed, moving fast and hard in and out of your cunt. The slick from inside you leaks off her fingers, painting the inside of your thighs. She keeps going. And going. Until you are clutching onto her and throbbing as you release on her hand. 

 You let out a satisfied sigh, but Abby is far from reaching that point herself and looks around the room, spotting an empty couch. 

She picks you up effortlessly, your legs clinging onto her. She throws you onto the couch, moving on top of you and ensuring you have no where to go. Once in a good position, she’s moving her knee dangerously close to your cunt. 

“It’s too soon…” you breathe out, moving your legs together to protect your dripping pussy. She ignores you, circling your clit and entire pussy with her concealed knee. The tough material of her green cargo jeans manipulating yet another painful orgasm from her is a feeling second to none, and she already has you moaning her name.

“A…Abby…” you cry. She moves faster.

You let out a shaky gasp. “…bby” she moves wider.

“A-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before bucking your hips into her knee and another orgasm floods your body. 

“You’re so wet for me baby.” She hums, taking off her belt and pants. 

“Put your arms up.” She commands,her expression neutral and portraying that same look she always gets when she has something she needs to get done. You just look at her, admiring her body. Her eyes darken at your behaviour and she grabs your arms, tying her belt over them with one hand, tightening your hands together.

“Don’t want to listen to me, huh? I’ll show you what happens when you don’t behave. While gaping over the fact you can no longer move your hands, Abby pushes her head in between your cunt and you practically scream as she tastes you, flattening her tongue on your clit and moving her head around and around to explore every bit off your pussy like it’s the most important thing she’ll ever do.

She moans out as she does it and your pussy throbs in her mouth at this. You can tell this has swiftly became Abby’s new favourite activity, and you wouldn’t be surprised if this becase a regular hang out routine.

Your confined hands make it harder for you, as you can’t grab on to Abby’s hair or even the leather couch. She continues moaning and sucking sloppily, her hands on either thigh.

“I’m, I’m gonna-“ You start, and Abby takes this as an indication to give you everything she has, putting three fingers into your tight hole all while not coming up for air.

Abby slows down the movements with her tongue, still giving you enough to feel fucking heavenly, but not enough to make you cum just yet.

With every bit of care, Abby slowly puts a fourth finger in and tears dwell in your eyes.

“F….fuck….mmmhm” You cry. She moves her head away so she’ll be audible.

“Think you can take my whole hand baby?” Feral was an understatement of understatements. This question made you feel so fucking insane you probably wouldn’t even remember your own name if you were asked it right now. You look at her hand, her wide fingers, her massive fist you had seen use to bash people’s skulls into the floor, her whole fist would probably cause some sort of damage to you, surely…

“Yea..” you whisper. She smiles widely.

“That’s my good girl.” She says before returning to her previous position, licking your glistening slit as she eased her hand inside you. 

“Mmm fu- mmmm Ab- oh m- fuck” The feeling of her tongue was electrifying. To think Abby could have liked you before, to think you guys could have been doing this ages ago, fuck there was nothing like it in the world. You always dreamed of this, always wondered what it would be like if she used those hands for more than just violence or working out, and now you got your answer. Now you truely knew how fucking good she was. 

That sensation she had made you experienced several times in the last hour or less was returning and as she continued doing tricks with her tongue and hand, you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on.

“Abigail….” You moan. She moves her fist in and out slightly faster.

“I’m gonna fucking….Abby~~” You gasp, releasing hard as your body cried out for a break. It takes a while to take back your breath as Abby eases out of you, admiring her now coated hand.

“Was that good, baby?” You don’t reply, blushing ferociously at the site of her hand and fingers.

“Come on,” she says, untying your hands. “You’ve got one more in you my gorgeous girl.” She chants, and now that you can actually see again, you have the opportunity to see her entire body. She’s wearing boxers that look so fucking good on her you want to tear them off with your teeth. 

She notices your staring and smiles. 

“Like what you see baby?” You nod excitedly.

“God, yes.” You exclaim. She has that cocky fucking smirk on her face again. She knows she good. 

“You’re hands are free now, you can touch.” She explains, her voice low. Before you even have a chance to touch her, though, she grabs your arm and does it for you, placing your hand there and allowing you to feel the shape of her cunt through the smooth material. 

And fuck. She’s wet. You don’t why you thought she wouldn’t be. Maybe you had assumed she was above that, or maybe you were still in denial she had any kind of feelings for you at all, even if she only wanted sex or whatever the fuck it is Abby wants. 

You start feeling her up through the fabric and she tilts her head.

“You first.” You let out an annoyed breath and she laughs at how adorable she finds you.

“You’ve already made me…well…a lot.” You say, your face a deep red. 

“Why can’t I let you feel good?” You ask. She picks you up and places you on her thigh, leaning herself back against the sofa. 

“Pleasuring you does make me feel good baby. So I’m gonna do anything and everything I want to you unless I hear any objections.” Still blushing, you nod.

“You won’t get any from me.” You declare quietly.

“I’m gonna teach you better than to question me.” She insists, grabbing your hips and moving your clit over her bare thigh. You can’t help but smile as pleasure surrounds you again.

“Fuck Abs…” She keeps guiding your hips, breathing heavy herself at the sight of you.

“Look at you, my pretty girl fucking herself on my leg. I wonder, does it turn you on?” Your still throbbing cunt feels amazing against her quads and you can’t help but wrap your arms around her neck and pull yourself in closer.

“Yes.” You admit in her ear. She kisses you hungrily while increasing the pace.

“Yes, what?”

“A…abby.” You say, and her eyes roll back, her head hitting the wall at how turned on she is. You could cum at the sight of it.

“Will you please let me make you cum?” You ask, just wanting her to feel even a fraction of what she’s made you feel. She takes one hand off your hip and puts it on your neck, her hand fitting almost completely around it. 

“Look at you.” She whispers, enticingly.  “SO fucking desperate. The way I love.” Abby coos. You roll your eyes.

“Will you at least take your bra off?” She shoves you down onto the couch, pinning your hands down with her over you.

“Do you want to see what happens when you keep making demands before I’m done with you?” She asks. 

Still gasping for air from the shock of the situation, you don’t answer, instead you just shake you head. You want her too fucking bad, you can’t wait to be fucked any longer, even if painful and slowly drawn out orgasms with her hands and mouth were arguably as good right about now.

“Don’t make me tie your hands again.” She warns, retuning you to the position before and watching you get off on her thigh. You remain like this for some time, just slowly feeling yourself on her bare thighs.

“Tell me how good it feels baby.” 

“S’ good Abs.” You say, and she increases the pace. 

“Tell me what you think of Ryan.”

“What? N-now?” You breathe out, already closer to the edge than you should be right now. Before she can make another one of her remarks, you stop her.

“Alright, alright, I- I don’t know, he’s okay-“

“Do you think he’s hot?” She asks, sucking on your neck as she guides your hips. You moan loudly when she does this, fuck you love when she kisses your neck. You would let your entire neck be riddled with hickeys for her, you wouldn’t even care who saw. 

“I asked you a question.” “No. No I don’t think he’s hot.”

“So you were gonna use him for sex, then? No attraction?” Abby asks. Fuck you’re so close. 

“I….yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Abby, I…was gonna use him for sex.” 

“Why?”

“Abby I’m gonna c-“

“WHY?” She yells. Fuck you’re cumming. 

“C-cause I n- ugh~”  She hugs you tightly, still not removing you from her thigh. You breathe out desperately. 

“I needed a distraction from you.” You blurt out, teary eyed from all the sex. She actually looks surprised at this.

“Wait, what? From me?”

“I’ve liked you for….mmm…a while.” You say. She kisses you deeply for a long time, several minutes of just entangling your mouths in each others throats, if that were even possible.

“I…wanted you so bad that I- I thought he would distract me, make it hurt less that you didn’t want m-“ “You shut the fuck up. I’ve never not wanted you. You’re fucking mine.”

“What? But you never said anything.” You exclaim. She shakes her head dismissively. 

“Yeah well I’m a fucking idiot. Let’s see if there’s a bed in this place, I wanna fuck you properly.”

You look down at the infected on the floor not too far from you.

“Ah yes, the bed belonging to that dead guy over there, romantic.” She can’t help but laugh at this and you both walk through the building, (you practically limping you’re that sensitive). There’s a bedroom. The bed doesn’t look exactly comfortable, but it’s better than a couch or floor.

In saying that though, you would let Abby take you anywhere on any surface at any time if you were truly being honest with yourself. 

She places you carefully on the bed. 

“It’s not that bad?” She asks, and you both smile. She takes her bra off and you try your best to keep your composure but in your mind you’re smiling like a little girl.

“Go on then.” She says, and she doesn’t need to tell you twice. You pin her down, (something she definitely let you do rather than something you did yourself) and start kissing her tits, sucking only for a few seconds on each of her hard nipples. The actual flesh there is soft and you let your hand explore her exposed chest too.

She just watches, amused. Your hand reaches into her boxes and she opens her mouth to stop you, but bites her tongue. She’s not used to anything less than rough, quick sex, all of which she was usually the dominant one, but then again, she’s never been with anyone she cared about until now. She lets out a surprised and satisfied gasp when you find her weakest spot quite easily and rub circles over the area with two fingers at a swift pace.

“Mmm.” She speaks, happily. You position your head in between her legs, still moving your fingers and letting consequent moans and gasps leave her pretty lips. You kiss her inner thigh, licking the muscular skin and eventually sucking it too, leaving dark purple marks there. You go to suck her off through the fabric but she puts a hand on your chin and pulls you back up to eye height. 

“I don’t think so. My turn.” You don’t fight her on this and she pulls her underwear down, tossing it on the floor. Then, she takes off any of your remaining clothes and licks down your entire body. She spits on your pussy, as if it weren’t wet enough, and positions herself cautiously. 

She moves her leg up over your shoulder and pulls you into her and fuck. She fits in you like a fucking glove. You both gasp at the contact. Your arms are up straight to support yourself and your head tilts back, both moaning in unison.

“Mmm….fuck, baby” 

“A…Abby.” You both moan. You move faster and somehow you both manage to keep a perfect rhythm, feeling heat and various other things between you.

“Tell me I’m…fucking yours.” Abby orders between moans. 

“I’m yours Abby.” “You belong- ah~”

“I belong to Abby…Anderson.” You breathe out. She leans her head back.

“Fuck baby keep doing that and I’ll come.”

“There’s no-one else but you Abby.”

“Mmmph~” She replies, shutting her eyes. You can tell she’s so close.

“No one….can fuck me like y- ah~~”

“Fuck I’m c- mmm.” She let’s out, and you both feel each other’s orgasms in addition to your own. 

You don’t stop right away though, you ride it out until there’s nothing left and the sheet’s below you are drenched. 

When you finally regain consciousness or, at least a grip on reality, you look up at Abby who’s stroking your hair with her middle fingers.

“That was probably my most eventful patrol yet.” You say. She kisses you deeply.

“Sorry I was so rough on you.”

“Yeah, where did that even come from? I mean…do you fuck all your friends when you don’t like someone they talk to?” You tease. She huffs.

“Call me your friend again and I’ll fuck you into next week.”

You grin. 

“Deal.”

Did a drawing at school, featuring the clickers and zombies in the game/series. The Last Of Us. Very proud of myself!

YALL I COPED IT I GOT LAST OF US 2 OOOOOOO ABBY BABY HERE I COME

I have never tweaked out over an edit like this OMFGSISJSJSKSJ

THE WAY SHE PICKS HER UP UGHHGHHHHH PLEASE ABBY

Hot take(yap session)

To be honest as much as I think the actors chosen for the last of us TV show are great at capturing the personalities of each character, especially Bella, but there are some characters in which appearance does take a role in the story (yes im talking about Abby🧑‍🦯 and Ellie) don’t get me wrong, I like Bella and Kaitlyn. However it just doesn’t feel right. Bella is an amazing choice for teen Ellie but with older Ellie..she is more known for being intimidating and brutal if you know what i mean. I don’t have an opinion on Kaitlyn cause I havent seen any of the movies/shows she’s been in but to get to the point, the importance of Abby having her muscular figure is that not only does it show that she had been training hard to get her revenge on Joel/ever since her father died but you also have to remember that her fighting style is more close combat and strength wise than Ellie’s. No hate to the actresses though.

(Also i do not support Neil Druckmann🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️)

Oh thank god they aren’t going to drag this out for multiple episodes

“You’re right… you are not my daughter, and I’m not your dad” FUCJ

“You’re right… you are not my daughter, and I’m not your dad” FUCJ

FVCK

Y’all if this kid fucking dies I’m going to cry

Y’all if this kid fucking dies I’m going to cry

Fuvk man why didn’t any one tell me that Old man Yaoi had Hands

Yesyesyes Ellie Williams has and always will be for the lesbians

if you don't like the last of us bc you think bella is "not hot enough" to play ellie, is bc you are not a lesbian. we the sapphics think she's hot as fuck.

I’ve been reading all the good fics saved on my ao3 from my 1st wave of obsession for the game from years ago 😂

Just finding ways to stay alive between episodes of The Last of Us Season 2 (HBO). Suggestions welcome.