Yall im discontinuing the ellie x reader x abby series, i hate it. Honestly i dont know how to write smut and jus re reading my shit makes me internally cringe so i might be deleting it soon, i honestly realized all my mistakes when writing it and i feel wrong. Lol iâll write something sooner or later to redeem myself.
Cw: omegaverse (kinda), hybrid!reader, Pet play? collars, G!p ellie and abby, Suggestive themes? Smut!
Pt.1
Even with the cold air pricking at your skin you still felt hot. As Ellie rides her horse- whose name youâve learned is shimmer- you hang onto her, your grip tight around her abdomen. You relax, basking in her warmth even though you feel as if youâd melt any second. But then you feel shimmer come to a stop, and Ellie lets out a breath as she continues through Jacksonâs walls, guards nodding at her as a welcome back before closing the entrance.
You take your time and examine the large town filled with bustling streets of lively people, but you notice something. There arenât any other hybrids, you look around in slight panic at the fact thereâs no one else like you. Unlike Jackson, the WLF base had dozens of hybrids, trained and put under the care of only the most trained and trusted worthy soldiers. Although there are untrained hybrids, theyâre mostly just there for emotional support and âcompanyâ or just for soldiers who wanted a challenge with training their own hybrid.
Thats how you ended up with abby, she had wanted to challenge herself and train her own hybrid, so when she went to get a Hybrid after finally proving herself worthy and spotted you, she did everything but what she originally wanted to do when she got you. Instead of training you to be the strongest guard hybrid, she spoiled you rotten. She went out of her way to get anything she thought you might like when she was out on patrol, hell, she went to different hybrid supply stores just to find the comfiest highest quality collar for you. You were her baby bun, her pretty princess that she showed off and showered affection on with joy.
And you loved her, relished in her affection and showed her nothing but obedience in exchange. You were always on your best behavior with her, and sheâd always praised you for it. She would reward you every time you behaved- oh how you loved her rewards. âAbby grinned as she looked down at your whimpering form, she had you pinned to the bed, hands gripping your thighs pushing them even further to your head, she had your legs folded till your knees reached your shoulders.
Her throbbing long fat cock had you weak, her pine and rain scent already had your mind clouded but this? Her cock resting atop your dripping wet cunt- that continued to clench around nothing- the sight of the tip hypnotizing you, it aimed straight at your face. It stared at you as if taunting you, itâs tip dripping with precum, landing on your glistening cunt adding to your wetness, making you even more needy then you already were.
Abby smiles noticing this âbarley even touched ya nâyer already dripping for me. Jâst a slutty lil thing aint ya bun?â Abby said with a teasing smile, you whine your cotton tail twitching and ears drooping, your clouded mind wanting nothing but to be plowed by her fat cock. âAbbs pleasss ngh- need ur cock nâme-â you whined out but were interrupted by Abby entering your cunt in one slow deep thrust, her action causing you to let out a whorish moan, abby smirked, oh how she loved catching you off guard.
She pounded into you nonstop, her fat cock splitting your cunt in half, even though youâve been fucked several times you still canât get accommodated to it.
With each thrust of her hip you moan, whine, and chant her name. Her big thick muscular hand pinching and rubbing at your clit as she thrusts, her hips speed up, surely bruising your ass, your thighs too with how hard sheâs gripping them with her other arm wrapped around them holding them in place. Youâre practically vibrating, feeling as if youâre in an earthquake with how much your body shakes underneath her.
You suddenly let out a loud whine and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your high coming, you feel abbyâs cock pulse and throb and twitch inside you, her cock rubbing against the pulsing walls of your cunt getting ready to blow her load into your womb after making you cum, her hips speed up and the sheer force of her hips against your ass causes a stinging pain, but the pleasure your receiving drowns it out- or maybe the pain adds to the pleasure- you donât know or care, all you know is that youâre about to cum.
With one final slam of her hips, your ears shoot up, cotton tail tensing as you cum hard, your vision turns white as you let out a deep guttural moan, only for it to turn high pitched when you feel her hot cum shooting into your-â
âY/n! Hey, hey, you good bun?â Ellie asked with a worried look on her face, gosh that nickname made you whimper. You hadnât even noticed you guys got off shimmer and had entered her home. You start to daze off again but ellie snaps you out of it.
âHey, hey. None of that ya hear me? Wâs wrong babe?â Ellie asked before pausing and scoffing at her stupid question,already knowing the answer, instead she grabs you and lays your weak form on the bed getting up to get a cold rag for you, only to be stopped by you gripping her sleeve. âWâsa matter?â Ellie asked, and you open your mouth to speak only for a moan to slip out as another heat wave hits you.
âFuck..â ellie mutters, âiâll be back bun i promise.â Ellie says weakly with lust in her voice and gets up to get the cold rag. You whine at the loss of her presence, impatiently waiting for her to come back, and possibly plow you into another dimension.
A/N - So I had a poll on what you guys wanted to see, and Abby won with 27.1%! Gonna be honest, I kinda saw that coming so I'm here to feed you all with some yummy Abby Content.
WARNINGS: Swearing, alcohol use, vaginal fingering (r! receiving), oral sex (r! receiving), mentions of knife play (for like 2 seconds), biting, dom!Abby, sub!reader, biting, graphic depictions of food (lol)
SYNOPSIS: Abby's friends notice that she's being extremely nice to you and going out of her way to do you favors. And what they call her doesn't sit right with her, so she decides to prove them wrong.
There was a constant at the WLF base. And that constant? Abby Anderson was rude.
Not a single person at SoundView Stadium hasnât been on the receiving end of the Anderson Attitude, and on her worst days, it was best to avoid her altogether. Lots of Scar activity? Avoid. Breakfast was the vegetarian choice? Avoid. Someone didnât reset the gym equipment after use? Avoid, avoid, avoid! Abby has always had a short fuse and when she gets angry, everyone is feeling the burns for days to come.
And yet, she was never that way with you⌠Nobody understood why it was that way. You worked in the kitchen, and would sometimes get rotated to either the gardens, or the dog caretaker. Your love for animals was only above your love for creating incredible food whenever you got the chance. Back before things had flourished for the WLF, traders would come by, and you would take every chance possible to simply gather organic spices and grow them on your own to reproduce whatever possible.
Your talent for the kitchen knew no bounds and everybody crowded around you one day when you made something that was incredibly precious to the WLF base now. Sea salt. For days at a time, you begged the patrol groups one by one to fill a bucket of salt water for you and bring it back. You were desperate and wanted to show Isaac that you were more than just talk.
It took days of pleading for anybody to take your request seriously⌠But then one day, as you stood in the car lot with your bucket at your side, looking over the sea of soldiersâ which you were not, you spotted a group with someone familiar to you⌠Manny! Of course, Manny would help you! He was from Mexico; he would know just how important salt is in food!
âManny!â You shouted, running over to his jeep before he could hop into the driverâs seat. Two others were already in the truck with him, who you recognized as Owen and Jordan. They were nice enough, but never truly spoke to you. The Hispanic turned to see who was calling for him, and immediately smiled down at you from where he was standing on the jeepâs runner.
âÂĄBuenos dĂas, mi amiga!â You always thought that Spanish was such a pretty language and smiled whenever he spoke it. âWhat can the great Emanuel Alvarez do for you?â
âOkay, so,â You gestured to the bucket in your hands. âIâm trying to show Isaac that I can do more than just cut meat all day long, you know? I had this idea, but Iâm not allowed to leave the stadium! So, I was hopingââ
âIs this about the sea water?â
âCome on, Manny, help me out!â You pleaded, holding your hands together as he climbed into the driverâs seat and closed the door. Luckily, the window was still down so you could still talk. âNot only would it just⌠make things taste so much better, but thereâs major health benefits to eating sea salt regularly.â
âOh, yeah? Like what?â Manny put his elbow on the door and stared down at you.
With a huff, you ran a hand through your hair and gave him many reasons. âIt helps with sleep, it balances electrolytes, prevents muscle cramps, great for disinfectants, supports your nervous system, dude I can go on all day long! Itâs the same principle as sugar or even pepper!â
âLook amiga, I would love to help you with this little project,â He looked down at the bucket. âBut we simply do not have enough time to.â
âHey Manny, câmon,â Owen muttered, gently nudging his partner. âTub full of sea water shouldnât be too hard to get.â
âYeah, and if it gets knocked over, no harm done really.â Jordan piped up, which made you slightly nervous but even more hopeful. It seemed his vote was two to one! You made a mental note to thank Owen and Jordan later.
âWhatâre we talking about?â
All eyes snapped behind you and you immediately began to cower. You knew that voice⌠It made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and goosebumps form along your arm. Many days, you have heard about this person⌠The infamous Abby Anderson. The record setter in the gym, the top Scar killer, the unstoppable force to be reckoned with. Men want to be her, and women want to be destroyed by her⌠You very slowly turned around and looked up at her stern, cold expression and glossy blue eyes that made your knees weak.
âW-Well, uhmâŚâ You stumbled on your words, suddenly feeling like this was a bad idea. No one asks Abby for favors; no one. Not that she made it known you couldnât ask her for favors⌠some people are just too scared to. âI-I was asking Manny if he could⌠he couldââ
âShe wants us to bring a bucket of salt water back for her,â Manny finished for you. âShe wants to make her own salt for Isaac.â
âDid he approve this?â Abby put a hand on her hip and looked down at you. Your eyes immediately dropped to the ground, and you avoided her gaze, shaking your head. He had no idea you were in the garage, asking for this. And if he knew you were redirecting his soldiers to the coastline, you could kiss your kitchen station goodbye and live in the greenhouse forever.
Abby stayed silent for a good long while, looking down at you⌠For some reason, she couldnât help but admire you in that moment. Your bucket still held in your hands, hair falling down, holding yourself as if you wanted to shy away from this entire situation, the shame you were showing by not getting Isaacâs approval for this⌠She couldnât bring herself to say no.
Your eyes went wide at feeling her hand curling under yours and taking the bucket from you. She put it in the bed of the truck before climbing into the back with Jordan, smiling down at you. âIâll make sure it all gets back here tonight.â
Wait, Abby Anderson was doing something for you? And she wasnât making fun of you either? Why was sheâAbby probably didnât even know your name! Why offer to bring back a bucket of sea water just so you can prove something to Isaac?
âUhâŚâ You stumbled on your words, feeling mighty ridiculous and probably doing a fantastic impression of a trout out of water at that moment. âTh-Thank you, Abby!â
âDonât mention it,â The blonde smiled down at you and gently placed a hand on your shoulder and for a moment, you felt the world stop turning. Her palm was so warm and strong against your body, even through the clothing of your shirt you can feel her heat. Not to mention the way her veins popped in her hand, and how her muscles flexed when she squeezed your shoulder before sitting down and checking her rifle one last time.
The truck rolled out of the garage, and you stood there with a goofy smile on your face, taking a few steps back and gently touching the place where she had just squeezed. It felt slightly tinglyâŚ
On the jeep, everyone was looking at Abby like she had blood coming out of her ears. She didnât notice until Manny reached through the back window and gently hit her on the shoulder with his knuckles. The blonde looked up from her rifle and moved the strands of hair out of her face. âWhat?â
âWhat was that?â Manny chuckled. âYou do something without Isaac saying you can?â
âWhat, the sea water?â Abby plopped back on her seat and put the rifle down. âItâs no big deal. Just a bucket of water.â
âNo one wants to help her, Abs,â Jordan shoved his foot against Abbyâs boot. âSheâs broken Isaacâs orders before. She trades valuable stuff just for spices.â
âIdiota, garlic is not a spice! Itâs an herb!â
âWhatever it is,â Jordan sniped. âIt wasnât worth a bottle of vodka that took two fucking weeks to make.â
Realization crossed Abbyâs face as she sat there, her mouth gaping with surprise. âThatâs the girl?!â
âYes! Thatâs her! The bitch that traded the vodka!â
Owen reached through the window and smacked Jordan upside the head, knocking his hat loose for a second. The snort that resonated from Manny was not lost on Jordan who was scowling.
âCut it out, man,â Owen said with more bite than Abby thought possible. âThat girl is the whole reason we even got taco day! Best fucking day of the week; Iâm telling you, sheâs a genius in the kitchen! And if she can make her own salt out of sea water, I say we bring her back the whole damn ocean.â
âAy, someone better tell Mel that Owen here has a crush on the chef,â Manny chuckled.
Abby wasnât listening anymore, as the two in the front seat argued back and forth. Even if Owen did have a crush on you, who cares? Thatâs his prerogative, and his right as an individual. So⌠why did the thought make her stomach twist in an uncomfortable way? Abby thought she could write it off as simple jealousy for you making moves on Owen⌠But she hardly felt jealous when Mel took him away.
And then, for a brief moment, Abby imagined Owen making a move on you⌠And she didnât like how her fingernails dug into her pantlegs and she curled her lips into some rabid snarl. Nobody seemed to notice, though, which was nice. Abby didnât really want to explain why she looked like someone had just punched her in the face.
The rest of the day went off without a hitch. They met up with Mel and Nora at the TV station to move supplies back to the Stadium and when they returned, all of them made a beeline for the kitchen lines. All of them but Abby who was lagging behind with a bucket of water in her massive, calloused hand. When she stepped into the kitchen, she felt more out of place here than the time she got lost in a mall.
âHey, Iâm looking for uhâŚâ Abby stumbled for a second, a small amount of the water splashing from the bucket as she saw you working behind the line on the grill. A bandanna was tied around your head to keep the hair out of your face, and you were wearing nothing but a tank top and cut-off shorts. From here, she could see the countless scars from knives and fire due to your days of working in the kitchen.
Oddly enough, you grew up in Seattle and you were one of the first to colonize with Isaac when he first formed the WLF⌠Youâve been in the kitchen for most of your life⌠When was the last time you left the stadium?
Abby didnât realize she was staring at you until you turned around and saw her standing there. Hope gleamed in your eyes as you eyed the bucket in her hand and immediately ran over to her, wiping your hands on your shirt. âYou did it! You brought it back! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!â
Abby may have expected a lot of things⌠but you jumping up to hug her? That was not on her list of expected circumstances. Whenever she did something for someone, they would give a haphazard âthanksâ and then not even look at her twice before getting back to work. When was the last time someone showed genuine joy with her and thanked her in such a way? It had been so long; Abby had forgotten what it felt like⌠Her heart was fluttering.
You gently took the bucket from her hand and placed it on the countertop before getting out a massive roasting tray. It was old, and a piece of salvage that someone had found to bring back to the kitchen. Was probably used for duck roasting, or maybe thanksgiving days. The scorch marks on the bottom didnât seem to bother you as you placed a measuring cup into the bucket of sea water and dumped it in the roasting tray.
âSo,â Abby readjusted the braid down her back as you filled the pan. âHowâs this work?â
âOh, itâs easy,â You said, lifting the tray and taking it over to the grill top where you gently placed the pan of water on the fire. âJust cook off all the water at a slow heat, and once itâs gone, you have salt.â
âOh,â Abby mumbled. âI thought it would be more complicated than that.â
You giggled and Abby inhaled sharply at the sound of your voice. âI donât know why I never thought of it before⌠This will save so much with trading, you know? No more selling high value items just for seasonings.â
âDoesnât seem very high priority though,â Abby said, trying not to sound condescending as she did. While some may have taken it that way, you were not deterred and simply shrugged your shoulders before going back to the grill and prepping for the rest of the base to return for dinner.
Abby took a step back as you reached over to her, taking something off the shelf behind her. For the smallest second, Abby felt the heat of your body against her own, and she imagined what it would feel like to have her hands on your waist, only for that to be shut down with you unscrewing a jar⌠It looked like a jar full of tan powder and you dumped a good amount on the meat in front of you.
You noticed her quizzical look and unscrewed the jar again, holding it up to your nose and inhaling the scent of the seasoning. âMmm⌠garlic powder, best thing I made.â
Very cautiously, you lifted the jar up to Abbyâs face who immediately tried to back away. âDonât stick that in my face!â
âIâm not! Iâm not, okay look,â You smelled the seasoning again before offering it more gently this time. âJust smell it.â
âDo I have to?â
âAnderson, humor me,â You rolled your eyes as she took the jar out of your hands and very carefully, smelled the contents inside. A second passed before she took another sniff and then wrinkled her nose a bit.
Abby tried to look tough and play it off, but one more smell of the herb and she was giving it back to you. âIt actually does smell good.â
All you could do was snort before you stirred up the ground beef inside of the meat sauce, and Abby quickly realized you were making pasta for dinner. She didnât even know she was hungry before her stomach started growling. You smirked and gently dipped your spoon inside of the sauce and offered it to Abby, one hand under the utensil to catch the sauce that dripped down the bottom.
Abby eyed it, looking at your face to see if there were any ill intentions lingering⌠Well, you were right about the garlic. Maybe youâd be right about this? Abby leaned down and put the spoon inside of her mouth, dragging her teeth across its metal surface to get all the contents of food out of the little bowl. For many seconds, she said nothing. But your nerves began melting away at seeing her whole face light up with surprise.
âHa! I knew it!â You beamed with pride and tossed the spoon into the sink. âYou like it.â
âOkay, fine, itâsâŚâ Abby pondered her words. âNot terrible.â
âGood enough for me.â
You had taken your eyes off the stove in front of you and took this moment toâŚadmire her. Really, truly admire Abby and how incredibly constructed she was. Her eyes were this intense shade of gunmetal blue, almost silver if the light hit them just right. Her entire face was covered in freckles, with the most prominent ones being on the bridge of her nose and around her lips. Normally with her resting face, her mouth was turned down in this scary frown, but when she smiles⌠Her entire face lights up and it makes the world seem not so bad anymore.
You canât remember the last time you saw an infected person⌠Youâve been inside this compound for so long that you had almost forgotten why they were soldiers. Infected were a problem, there was no denying that⌠But the Scars were dangerous. Every day, another soldier gets wounded or even killed in this little civil war, and your thoughts immediately turned to Abby.
What if one day, Abby was pulled in, her body in a bag and her eyes lifeless⌠Your stomach twisted, and with that, you were no longer hungry.
âChef!â Your title had a jolt of fear running down your spine as you looked over at one of your cooks and he made a face. âStop flirting and finish up!â
âChris, I will hit you with that ladle!â You shouted back, blush rushing to your cheeks as you looked up at Abby, seeing her eyes turn hardened as she stared the cook down.
âWant me to rough him up for ya?â She cracked her knuckles and your whole body felt like jelly, just at seeing her muscles flex under that strong, scarred skin.
You shook your head. âNo, no⌠I need him to still be able to walk around or none of this shit is going out tonight.â
Abby smirked, watching as you were practically vibrating with excitement at receiving a bucket of ocean water. It was something so trivial, but so important to you and Abby couldnât help but feel her own excitement for what you could possibly bake from it. She was so wrapped up in the possibilities that she almost missed you taking her hand and placing a container inside of her calloused palm. She looked down at it, slightly bewildered.
âYou werenât answering me,â You stated, after you had tried to call her name about 3 times only for her to be staring at the steaming tray of salt water. She looked down at the container, feeling the heat rise from the paper packaging and slowly unwrapped the contents⌠It was a sandwich! But not just any sandwich.
âIs thatââ Abby lifted the food up to her nose and smelled the meat inside. âOh my God, itâs baconâŚâ
You giggled, putting both hands behind your back at her delight for something so simple. You had been saving the bacon strips for something special, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Abby had gone out of her way to retrieve a bucket of something useless to her, just to make you happy. The very least you could do was give her something special in return.
The blonde took a massive bite from the sandwich, the toasted bread crunching under her teeth and seeing that this was a fully constructed BLT, complete with tomatoes, lettuce, onions, and even a sauce that had so much flavor, she thought she had died and gone to heaven! Very dramatically, she leaned against the shelf behind her and held up the sandwich like it was a work of art. âThis is the best thing Iâve ever had.â
Color rose to your cheeks, and you had to bite your lip in order to keep the words inside your mouth. What right did this woman have to be so incredible and so⌠why was she being so nice to you? Your heart raced inside your chest as you glanced over at the grill and realized you had spent far too long talking with Abby Anderson and not enough time cooking dinner for the stadium.
âOkay, you gotta go,â You put your hands on Abbyâs arms and couldnât stop the shiver that raced down your spine at how incredible her muscles felt. âBefore I get in trouble.â
âYouâll get in trouble for giving me food?â She chuckled as you attempted to shove her away but with how fucking strong she was, you barely moved her at all.
âBefore everybody else?! Yes, I will!â You whined and watched her reluctantly stand up straight and allowed you to push her out of the kitchen. The door shut behind her and you immediately pushed both of your hands against your face, letting out a muffled scream at how ridiculous you felt. You were doing too much and acting so silly, for what? For Abby? For someone who was hostile with everybody?! It was only a matter of time before she saw you as a problem and not an assetâŚ
It was that day that you decided to do everything in your power to stay on Abbyâs good side.
In the morning, when everybody was waiting in line for breakfast and wishing that the line would move faster, Abby was taken by surprise when you called her over from the kitchen door. The second she got there, you placed a bag in her hands and did something youâve never done in your life. You winked at her. You fucking winked at Abby Anderson!
The door closed behind you as you went back to work and Abby looked inside of the bag. Two individual slices of fresh bread topped with over easy eggs, onions, and some chopped spinach, along with what looked like a muffin⌠Abby looked at the food, and then back at the door, wondering why exactly you were being so nice to her. All she did was give you what you asked forâŚ
Needless to say, everybody was incredibly jealous of what she was given in comparison to what her friends got. And when Manny asked to share it, she told him that sheâd break his fingers if he touched the muffin one more time.
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âSo, is there a specific reason your kissinâ up to the chef?â Leah jeered, watching as Abby went through the entirety of the area that you suggested for her to check out. The reason behind it? Wild, natural herbs grew in that area, and you promised her something amazing if she brought back something that you didnât have.
The satchel slung around her chest was yours, and you gave it to her right before she left this morning, making a list of wild herbs that grew in that area for her to look out for. While she had no idea what was what, she was more than willing to attempt to find something for you.
âI am not kissing up to her,â Abby said, crouching down and running her hands through the wildflowers at her feet. âIâm simply helping her outââ
âYou donât help out anybody without checking with Isaac,â Leah was watching the perimeter for infected, or worse, Scars, but so far it had been a quiet afternoon. âYou really think she cleared this with him?â
âCâmon Leah,â Abby checked the list one more time and picked up a sprig of plant with purple flowers on top, holding it up to her nose and inhaling the scent. It reminded her of a pine tree, and it certainly looked like an herb. She plucked a good handful and slipped it inside of the bag. âI do you favors all the time.â
âThatâs different,â Leah crouched down next to Abby, picking up one of the plants next to Abbyâs boot and smelling the plant before tossing it away. âI ask for shit like extra ammo, spotting in the gym, stuff thatâs useful. Look at youâ Youâre literally in the dirt, picking up random plants for a girl you donât even know.â
Abby paused in what she was doing and looked up at Leah, ready to argue with her⌠But the more she considered it, the more she realized that Leah was right. Who even were you? Abby hadnât known you for more than a few weeks⌠Just because you made her food special and gave her extra everything⌠and that one time you stopped by her room in the middle of the night with homemade whiskey⌠Abby felt her heart skip a few beats. What the hell was going on with her?
When she returned to the stadium with the bag on her shoulder, you were waiting inside of the garage with a container in your hands. Abby tried to be stoic about everything, but she couldnât help herself and smiled when she saw you run up to the car.
âAlright, letâs see what you got,â You took the bag from her hands and looked inside, pulling out one of the sprigs of the plant she found, and you immediately breathed in the scent. âMmmmm⌠Rosemary, fantastic on pork.â
So, she did find something valuable! Abby felt her cheeks heat up as she looked away from you as you rooted around inside of the bag a little more and you looked ecstatic with the contents. Leah was giving her looks and she did her very best to ignore it, but when you placed the container in her hands, the blondeâs cheeks got even pinker as she cracked the lid and saw brownies inside of the container.
âYouâre kidding,â Abby inhaled the scent of chocolate and felt like she was floating for a second. âThis⌠This isââ
âYeah, Iâm good, I know,â You smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder before you immediately retracted it, realizing that invading her personal space was probably a bad idea. Of course⌠the feel of her massive muscles on your palm made your entire hand tingle. Â
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In the weeks that followed, it felt like Abby saw you everywhere. Whenever she was at the stadium, you were right there. Behind the kitchen counter with her special food, at the dog pens, brushing out Bear in the yard, even by the gardens, harvesting fresh ingredients for whatever she was planning for dinner that evening.
All of her companions noticed. Abby was acting weird with you⌠Going out of her way to say hi, to ask about your day, to make small talk⌠Abby Anderson was making small talk with you. And everybody was teasing her about it.
âIâm tellinâ ya,â Jordan sat down at the table in the mess hall, looking at the cards in his hand as Abby was sitting across from him, her own cards in her hand and a cup of the whiskey you had given her, the bottle sitting to her left next to Manny. âYouâre sweet on her.â
Abby seemed less than phased at his words and took another sip of the amber liquid, rolling her eyes. âItâs a mutual beneficial relationship, asshole. I do her favors, and she gives me the best kind of stuff that this place has.â
âReally?â Jordan traded in one of his cards. âYou tellinâ me that miss rule breaker in there, is giving you brownies, whiskey, and special breakfasts out of⌠the goodness of her heart?â
Abby snorted, running a hand down her face as she sat up off the chair and looked into the kitchen where you were working behind the line. Abby had the next few days off, and she was spending an odd amount of time in there. At first you thought you had upset her, but when you saw how she was watching you do everything and just exist, you couldnât stop yourself from feeling flattered and did your best not to show off.
The blonde caught your attention just by looking at you and when she saw your cheeks turn red, she chuckled to herself at how cute you looked when you blushed. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she seemed more inclined to give you that look⌠That flirty fucking look that almost no one has seen from her. This crass, hardened WLF soldier that looked like she was made out of solid stone, looking at you like she wanted to eat you alive. She really was a wolf.
âNever thought Iâd see the day,â Manny muttered, laying his cards down. Jordan groaned and dropped the cards in his hands, flopping back against the chair and slamming himself in the face. Abby chugged the last of the whiskey in the glass and sat up straighter.
âSee what?â
âYou, going soft on someone,â Manny said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
Abby looked genuinely offended. âI-I am notââ
Manny snorted. âAbs, she asks you to do anything, you fold like a fucking lawn chair⌠That girl has made you her pequeĂąa puta.â
The blonde made a face of disgust. After hanging around with him for so long, she could understand almost all the Spanish he spoke, and even attempted to speak it herself. But then again, she didnât need to understand that much of Spanish to know that what he said was an insult.
âYou believe this shit?â Abby looked at Jordan who just shrugged and looked over his shoulder, seeing you exiting the kitchen and tossing on your old hoodie to keep warm when walking through the semi-cold stadium. Abby gripped the table, watching your ass as you walked away and felt like she was choking on her own breath⌠Thereâs no way. Thereâs literally no way that she wasâ
Abby tossed her cards on the table, and Manny gaped at the full house in her grasp. Of course, that seemed to be the last thing on her mind. She stood from the table, took a gulp of whiskey straight from the bottle, and gave the two of them dirty looks. âIâll show you a little bitch.â
She followed you all the way back to your room, seeing that you had one all to yourself. You twisted the handle to your door and pushed it open, almost falling over when you heard Abbyâs voice down the hallway. âHey! Wait up!â
You felt your face heat up immediately and looked to meet her eyes, feeling your blood warming up and your stomach feel fluttery and twisty. Fuck, the things this woman did to you⌠âHey Abby, whatâs up?â
âOh, donât play dumb with me,â Abby snapped, making you flinch away. She never talked to you like this⌠Did you do something wrong? âWhat kind of shit are you trying to pull?â
âUhmâŚâ You began backing into your room, and Abby stepped forward without even asking to come inside. You nearly tripped on the clothes lying around the floor and realized under other circumstances, this would have been extremely embarrassing. âIâm not sure what youâ"
âIâm not some dog you get to order around, you know,â Abby paced in front of you, like a wild animal in a cage. And for the first time, you understood why everyone said not to get on her bad side⌠Abby angry was one thing, but angry at you? It was terrifying. âYou think I donât have other things to worry about? Think that I donât know you are going behind Isaacâs back with all this shit?â
âAbby, please, you have to calm down,â You begged, stepping backwards and feeling the back of your shins hit the bedframe. A small sound of distress left your throat as you put both your hands up and placed them on her shoulders as she got closer to you. She got so close that you could smell the whiskey on her breath, and it made your heart race. âYou⌠You clearly had too much to drink and youâre saying things that you donât mean.â
âDonât tell me what I do and donât mean,â Abby said, her tone making you dizzy. The closer she got, the more that you could feel her body heat and it just made you want her even worse. The soft pout of her bottom lip, those cold and dark eyes, those strong hands and rippling muscle⌠Abby was a walking wet dream.
âKnow what I think?â You almost answered before she continued to talk. It was incredible how well she held her liquor; her words werenât slurred, and she wasnât wobbly. Her eyes, however, were dilated and slightly bloodshot, and she seemed more confident in her movements and words. Almost like the whiskey gave her that extra shove she needed to be assertive with you. âI think you like telling me what to do.â
Well, how could you argue with that? Did it feel gratifying to have Abby Anderson of all people not only do what you ask, but also treat you with more respect than you feel that you deserved? Absolutely. Did you sometimes feel like you were taking advantage of the fact that she could leave the stadium, and you couldnât? Of course. At the end of the day, did you feel guilty? 100%. But did it still feel good to have her being so nice to you?
âYes,â You stuttered out, unknowingly confirming Abbyâs suspicions. And surprisingly, she was far less angry than she expected to be. In fact, there was a part of her that was flattered⌠You werenât intimidated by her. Itâs rare to see that from someone other than her close personal friends.
âOh, you like that. You like telling me what to do? Like Iâm some pet for you to order around?â
âI-Itâs not like that! I just⌠IâŚâ But wasnât it like that? There was a sick part of you that loved seeing Abby take your orders⌠But you wanted her to bite back. You wanted this woman to give as good as she takes. You wanted to see Abby go full wolf mode just for you.
Your hands twitched as you reached up slowly and pressed both palms against her broad shoulders. Abby watched with intensity, her eyes trailing on your skin before settling on your lips. What you werenât expecting however, was for her hand to slide up the length of your arm and rest on the back of your neck.
âIâm no oneâs pet⌠But you,â She leaned down, grabbing your attention without delay. She was like a magnet, and you were nothing but scrap metal. âYouâd look pretty fucking wonderful as mine.â
A soft gasp left your throat as you felt her lips meet yours in a heated display of dominance. Her fingers curled into the loose strands of hair on your neck, and she gave a soft little tug, making you whimper on her mouth as she ran her tongue over your skin. The sensation of Abby Anderson kissing you was⌠indescribable.
It took all of your willpower to stay put and not take over, but it seemed like Abby wasnât giving you any chance in the matter. Of course, she had given you windows to push her away and force her down off of you, but you didnât dare take those opportunities. From the day you met her, standing there at the jeep with your stupid bucket and her towering over you like she was a mighty oak tree, you were imagining what it would feel like for her to bend you over and fuck you stupid.
Were you about to get your wish?
âFuck, come here,â Abby leaned back and grabbed at the hoodie, curling her fingers under the fabric of that and your shirt in order to pull them both off at once. It seemed like a switch flipped inside of Abby once she saw you in your bra and she was shoving you down onto the mattress of your bed in seconds, pressing kisses and licking all across the exposed skin of your chest. âSo fucking beautifulâŚâ
âAaahhh⌠A-Abby,â You whined, both hands sliding up to grab at her braid and gently tugging on the blonde hair, making her hiss through gritted teeth as she looked down at you and slowly began wrapping a hand around your throat. You were halfway through saying her name, and then immediately choked on your own breath. Abby didnât squeeze, but she wasnât gentle about it, her nails digging into your flesh and sending chills down your spine.
âNow, be a good girl for me,â She cooed sweetly, her eyes speaking far darker than she was. âAnd take those off.â
You followed through in quick obedience, stripping off your torn jeans and kicking them down around your ankles where they got caught on your shoes. Abby pressed her free hand down against your belly and slid her fingers across your skin that felt far too hot for your own good, like you were sizzling from the inside out.
âNow, this is whatâs gonna happen,â Abby sat up, slipping one of her thighs between yours and pressing down against your core. She could already feel your wetness growing through your panties and staining the fabric of her pants. âYou are gonna sit there, like a good girl, and you are gonna let me do whatever I fucking want to you.â
Your breath hitched at her demanding words, feeling how she ground her muscled leg into your cunt and for a moment, you forgot how to speak. How could you refuse her? This was everything you ever wanted! You gave a weak nod, but that didnât seem to satisfy her, and she grabbed your thigh with her strong hand and made you yip. âAnd youâre going to use your words. Understand?â
âY-Yes!â You croaked. âY-Yes maâam.â
The submission in your voice had her drive almost doubling as she grabbed the fabric of your panties and slowly pulled them down the length of your thighs. They gathered at your ankles with the rest of the fabric before she yanked off your shoes and took care of the rest. In the midst of her wrestling with your jeans, you had stripped off your bra in mere seconds and once Abby got sight of you fully naked in front of her, there was no turning back.
Abbyâs fingers trailed up the side of your legs, slipping between your thighs and spreading them wide open like a book cover. Your glistening folds and trembling limbs were borderline hypnotic as she leaned forward and inhaled your scent like sheâs done so many times with the herbs sheâs given you.
How did this fucking happen? Like how did this actually happen to you? Not an hour ago you were finishing up a fresh batch of sea salt and now you were watching Abby kiss your inner thighs and lick your skin like it was her goddamn birthright.
âAbby,â You whined, reaching down and sliding a hand across her tight braided hair. It seemed that she got your message and very slowly, she reached up and began to undo the braid holding back her blonde locks. Within seconds, you were threading your fingers in that long hair and holding on for dear life. Abby took her sweet time and kissed all across your inner thighs, those godly muscles looking wonderful from the glow cast by the stadium lights outside your window. Nails raked across her scalp, and she gave a soft hiss from the sting, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.
âFuck, relax babygirlâŚâ Abby chuckled, seeing how you were shaking, and the miniscule touches sent you whimpering like you were made of fragile glass. Her words and sweet little pet names were not fucking helping either. âRelax⌠just relaxâŚâ
Her voice seemed further away, but her palms rested hard on your inner thighs. You were about to ask what she was planning when your entire world just got fucking WRECKED!
The sensation of Abbyâs mouth against your cunt had the most aggressive moan ripping from your throat, almost like you were just punched in the chest. Abby huffed and felt how you squirmed, wrapping her arms around your hips and grabbing at her wrist, almost like she was placing your body in a headlock just to get you to stay still.
The blonde was relentless, her mouth sliding across every single inch of your slick petals and prodding the tip of her tongue at your entrance for a few seconds. You tried to behave, but when you felt the thick flatness of her tongue press down on your clit, you were yanking at those strands of hair once again. Only this time, Abby responded with a groan but did not leave your body for a second.
She lapped at the bud of nerves, looking up to try and catch your eyes but far more content with seeing how you writhed around in pleasure on the bed and doing her damndest to make this something you wouldnât forget.
Abbyâs tongue felt like nothing youâve ever experienced before. Were you a virgin? By no means. But your partners could not even begin to hold a candle to Abby. It seemed like she knew exactly what you wanted before it was even voiced. The tip of her tongue swirled in circles around your clit before she pulled back and wrapped both of her lips around it, suckling and gently nipping at the sensitive nerve bundle. Your back arched off the mattress and you grabbed at anything possible, curling both fists into the bedsheets and trying to keep your voice down.
So wrapped up in the sensation of her little slurps on your pussy, you started to cry when you felt the press of her fingers against your entrance and slowly teased the opening, waiting for you to speak that it was something you wanted, or tell her to stop. She looked up, her eyes heavy and your own desperate as you grab the back of her head and pulled her hair up into a ponytail in your hands. You nodded.
Abby doubled down, pushing two of her fingers inside your wet cavern and sending you to the sky with euphoria. The words that spilled from your mouth felt so vulgar, almost like this voice wasnât yours any longer.
âOh God, Abby!â You cried, tears welling in your eyes. âA-Abby! P-Please donât stop! Feels so good! S-so good!â No doubt that your dorm neighbors heard you. Abby didnât seem to give a shit as she used her free hand to reach for your thigh and give a hard squeeze. A high-pitched yip left your throat and she hummed with approval. It sent vibrations from her lips right to your cunt and you saw stars.
While she did have those fingers inside you, they hardly moved. She was lazily pumping them in and out of you at a slow pace, almost like it was an afterthought for her as she lapped up all your wetness and focused all her attention to your clit. She wanted you to cum, but not from the penetration. No, she wanted you to cum from stimulation, and with how she was moving her mouth, it was a miracle you lasted this long!
âAbby! A-Abby I- ohmygod!â Your voice strangled on itself as you reached down, grabbing her blonde hair with both hands and tugging as you felt that coil tighten around you from the inside. She licked and sucked hard, hanging on your every word and when she felt how your legs began to tremble, she stayed put and didnât slow down. She knew that was where you wanted her to stay and stay she did. Her fingers began to pick up in speed and gently curled upward to press against that soft spot inside your cunt. You couldnât hold it any longer and came with a strangled gasp, followed by the most pathetic sound of agony you had released in your entire life.
Abby had to hold you down, not slowing her pace as you squirmed and wiggled on the mattress, trying to escape her mouth but not seeing her release you any time soon.
âA-Abby! Abby, fuck, fuck! T-Too much! ItâŚâ You trailed off with a strangled sob as she pulled her mouth back away from you, licking her lips and looking at the mess she had just created. Her saliva dripped from your cunt and down onto the mattress, her face from the nose down completely soaked in your liquids and her eyes blown wide with amazement at seeing her fingers so deep inside your pussy. She was fueled with this new kind of hunger and crawled up the length of your body.
Abby dropped down on top of you, placing one arm above your head and keeping her fingers buried deep inside you. Very slowly, while looking into your eyes, she removed them, and then once they were fully pulled free, she slammed her entire hand back down, shoving her digits so deep inside of you that her knuckles pushed against your opening. The scream that reverberated off the walls was borderline pornographic.
âThatâs it,â She breathed on your face, repeating the motion again, and again, and again, making you scream with every movement of her hand. âJust like that, babygirl⌠look so fucking pretty screaming for me.â
You had never felt more like a sheep in your life. This wolf towering over you, destroying you after she just finished feasting upon you, like you were her⌠her property! The faintest thought of feeling her carve her name into your skin with a knife reared its head and you couldnât keep yourself from squeezing around her fingers.
âOh? What was that?â Abby chuckled darkly, twisting her fingers a bit and deciding you had been worked enough for her to add a third inside of you. You slammed your head back on the bed and screamed once again, completely at her mercy. âCome on⌠tell me what you want.â
âOh fuck! Oh fuck, Abby,â You groaned. âA-Abby, I need youâŚâ
âHmhm, you have me babygirl,â She cooed sweetly, like she wasnât in the process of fucking you stupid. She leaned down and pressed her lips against the shell of your ear, her breath hot and ragged like this alone was enough to make her cum. âTold you, use your words.â
You attempted to speak, but feeling her three fingers twist inside you and press to that sweet spot you could never truly reach on your own⌠Feeling this woman practically map you from the inside outâ how would you be able to form a single thought, let alone a fucking sentence?
âNâŚNeed more,â You croaked out, looking down and watching the muscles in her forearm flex as she listened to your voice, nuzzling along the column of your neck and pressing a soft kiss just under your ear. âPlease⌠Abby, please, d..donât⌠Donât stopâŚâ
The blonde responded with all of the ferocity in the world, using her own leg to spread yours even wider and grabbing your hair with her immense strength. In seconds, her deep but slow thrusts went from viciously fast, slamming her fingers into your pussy at a speed you didnât know a human being was capable of. The sounds of your wetness echoed off the walls and inside your room, your face turning red from either embarrassment, or from euphoria, it was hard to tell at this rate.
âThatâs a good girl,â Abby praised, making you sob again. âTake me so well, look at that⌠look at that fuckinâ greedy pussy of yours.â
Her voice had always done something to you⌠That slight growl in her tone, the way she just oozed dominance with every word uttered, and how it was so deep and dark like a blanket of warmth across your skin. It was sending shockwaves of pleasure down the back of your skull, and you had no idea how you would be able to hold on for more than a few more seconds.
Abby sensed it. She knew you were about to cum once again and she grabbed your hair, yanking you back hard enough to make you whine and look up to meet her hard gaze. The whole time, she didnât stop moving, her hands still a blur of motion.
âListen to me,â She growled, and then she spoke your name⌠It felt slightly terrifying, but sooooo wonderful. âLook at me⌠wanna watch you fucking cum on my fingers, babygirl.â
Your thighs squeezed together, and Abby yanked them back apart. You closed your eyes for a second and Abby grabbed your hair with more ferocity. You attempted to stay quiet, and Abby doubled her efforts, making it damn near impossible. She wasnât letting up, and she wouldnât be happy until you were a fucked-out mess on the mattress.
âWhoâs the pet now?â Abby teased, leaning down slowly and licking a stripe up your neck. That familiar pleasure began curling inside of you and you could feel the crescendo just peaking over the horizon. White filled your vision and with one final action, you were gone over the edge.
Abby bit you⌠Her teeth sunk into the flesh of your neck just above your shoulder and she sucked, hard. Her teeth left indents in your skin as she slurped against your flesh, fucking you without any remorse through your orgasm. The screams that reverberated off the walls could be confused with a murder as you chanted her name like a prayer. âAbby, Abby, ABBY!â
The blonde growled against your flesh and only began to slow her movements when she felt you convulse slightly with sensitivity. Abby slowly removed her fingers from your cunt and looked down into your eyes as she slipped them into her mouth, sucking off all the liquids you left behind. That could have made you cum a third time.
âFuck, babygirlâŚâ Abby panted, looking down and gently caressing your legs, watching with amusement as they trembled, and you tried to catch your breath. She admired the massive hickey left behind on your neck and pressed a little kiss to your cheek. âYou did so good⌠So good for me, little pet.â
âAâŚAbbyâŚâ You whined. She looked at you, smiling to herself with how impressed she felt. âW... Was this just y-you showing off y-your dominance to me?â
Her cheeks went pink, like you finally caught her, and she couldnât stop the chuckle that rumbled from her throat. âIt⌠It definitely started that way⌠but thatâs not why I fucked you, babygirl.â
The words made you blush even more, turning on your side and wrapping your arms around her waist to try and hide your embarrassment, which was unjustified at this point. Abby Anderson had just finger-blasted you into paralysis. The time for being embarrassed has fucking passed.
Im going to go INSANE, does anyone know what fic it was where abby fell in love with cook reader that worked at the wlf base? Like the reader asked abby to get her a bucket of sea water so she could make salt, and that led to her making food for abby. I NEED THE FIC BADLY PLEASE.
Tw: kinda toxic ellie and abby, no thoughts just pure fuckâŚeventually
Cw: omegaverse (kinda), hybrid!reader, Pet play? collars, G!p ellie and abby, Suggestive themes? Idk đ
A/N: my ovulation week got me craving for Ellieâs cock. I canât take it anymore, i need her babiesđŠ ik this is bad đ im rusty, itâs been so long since Iâve written something so i might edit this after some timeđ and im pretty sure i made this so everyone can read it, if i made something too specific tell me and Iâll take a look. Also, this is a special for kinktober igđş
Requested: no | yes
Of course today was the day you just had to be in heat, you let out a huff, your cotton tail twitching in agitation and sexual frustration. âOf all daysâ you whispered harshly.
Today couldnât have gotten any worse, from almost getting killed by a clicker while scavenging for suppressants, then almost getting recaptured by wolves, and now this, tripping and getting stuck in an old hybrid trap, your eyes start to water as you begin to worry about getting caught by the wolves searching for you knowing the other hybrids with them can smell you 2x more then they already could.
You move your naturally droopy ears to cover your face, silently crying, you donât know if its from fear or the the pain from your heat having nothing to fuck it with, it weeps, slick pouring out soaking your panties. Your tears fall as you clench around nothing. Your hand goes to slip two fingers in to at least relief the pain of the heat, but itâs useless, nothing but the touch of another can help you from this pain.
You start to whimper as more tears flow out, but then your ears pick up hearing footsteps rushing towards you, âthis is it, this is the end, all because of this stupid heatâ. You prepare to be captured and yelled at or cornered by runners, but your not.
Instead you hear the footsteps stop in front of your cage. You look up only to see a beautiful auburn haired woman with freckles scattered on her face, a scar on her eyebrows, and a half up half down hairstyle with a face full of concern kneeling in front of your cage. Suddenly another heat wave hits you, you whimper tears falling down rapidly, itâs worse now that the pretty ladyâs here.
She notices your collar and reaches her hand into the cage and takes it into her hand reading the info, ây/nâŚâ she whispers out, she then flips it to see who your owner is only for her eyebrows to knit together in anger. She huffs then looks at you only for her face to soften at your state.
âHey pretty girl, sâok i gotcha, everythingâs gânna be alrightâ she spoke softly, a hint of lust in her voice, you whimper at the pet name wanting nothing more than to jump in the ladys arms and get fucked into oblivion. She opens the cage ready for you to run out, but you donât, instead you crawl out and flop yourself onto her, tears soaking her shirt as you tuck your head into her neck, she moved into a siting position to get more comfortable, but her right leg wedges itself in between yours, it takes everything in your body to not hump her leg right then and there, and it takes everything in her to not whip her cock out and make you use your pretty pouting lips on it.
âHang on pretty girl, gotta get you to safetyâ. She says as she picks you up and puts you on Shimmer and rides back to jackson.