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ki, 22, THEY/THEM, femme lesbian, autistic/ADHD, disabled, MULTIFANDOM ♡
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୨୧ i’m a person of color! (black, native american, + italian) and will be centering my works more so around creating more representation for myself and other ppl. don’t like it don’t read!
୨୧ i mostly write fem/gender non-conforming content. i am lesbian! meaning i don’t at all write for men and i absolutely will not. if ur unsure abt what u wanna request pls dm me and ask! ♡
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୨୧ i write anything! smut, fluff, angst, u name it but i do have a list of hard limits i won’t write so please take a look at it below:
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Sleep is a risk when the world has gone to shit, but with Abby, it’s the only time you feel safe. What she didn’t expect was for your own subconscious to betray you in the middle of the night, whispering her name and revealing a hunger you didn't even know you had. Abby isn't the type to let an opportunity pass, especially when you're screaming for her to claim you... even without opening your eyes.
You were sleeping pressed together, your head tucked into the hollow of her shoulder and almost your entire weight resting on her. Abby was a rock beneath you; you could feel the thud of her heart like a dry beat under your cheek, and her arms, heavy and firm, were wrapped around your back so you wouldn't move from there. It was the only place where the world didn't seem to have gone to hell.
But inside, you were racing. You had an electric knot tightening in your lower abdomen, a memory of the last time you were together. You could feel the weight of her muscles, the way her hands had gripped your hips, and that roughness of her palms—calloused and strong—that you loved so much.
The dream was pure touch: frictions and thrusts that burned between your legs. It was too much. A tremor shook your entire body, your breath hitched, and a muffled moan, almost a plea, escaped directly against her skin.
Abby tensed the very instant you let out that breath. She didn't open her eyes immediately; she stayed rigid, listening, with that survival instinct that made her go from zero to a hundred in a second. Her mind went straight to the worst-case scenario: a noise outside? Was something wrong with you? Then she heard you gasp again.
She turned her head just enough to seek your gaze, her face millimeters from yours. Then you felt one last spasm ripple through your belly and, with a long, broken sigh that vibrated directly against her chest, her name escaped your lips:
"Abby..."
Hearing her own name, spoken like that, with a need that ached, was like a punch to her gut. Her heart, already racing from the scare, skipped a beat. The fear of danger transformed into a wave of heat and understanding. You were right there, by her side, begging for her in the middle of the night.
Abby smiled, a smile that the darkness hid. Knowing she was the owner of that pleasure, even when you weren't even awake, ignited her instantly.
Slowly, she released the arms that held your back. Her hands gripped your sides, moving you carefully, letting your body slide over hers until she deposited you flat on your back on the mattress. The cool air hit your chest a second before the heat of her palm sought you out again, sliding down the curve of your hip to the edge of your underwear.
She didn't pull it away at once; she limited herself to tracing slow circles with her thumb, rubbing the fabric against your body. She pressed with a force that made you burn, yet still denied you direct contact with her skin...
Finally, her hand slipped underneath. She began to circle you, tracing paths that dodged your clitoris by a millimeter—an exquisite torture that pulled you out of sleep in fits and starts. The touch became direct when Abby sought the proof of what was happening. Her fingers went down to where all the heat was born, exerting a heavy pressure, exactly where your body demanded it.
She tensed as she noticed you were soaking wet. Feeling you like that, throbbing and slick from a dream about her, was like a shot of adrenaline racing up her spine. She let out a low growl that vibrated in the minimal space left between your chests.
"Look at you, fuck" she whispered with that broken, just-woken voice. "Even asleep you're looking for me. You open right up for me."
The moment she sank a finger in, slow and deep, the dream shattered. Her voice, so real and so close, brought you back to the room instantly. Your body tensed in a spasm you couldn't control; you arched your back against the mattress and let out a loud moan, a protest of pure pleasure that filled the room.
Your eyes snapped open, but the room was still spinning. It took you a few seconds to realize it was no longer a dream.
"Abby… what…?" Your voice came out like a thread, breathless.
She introduced a second finger and moved again, deeper this time. You felt yourself tighten around her fingers, pulsing hard.
"Shhh… just shut up and look at me" she ordered, pressing her forehead to yours so you could see the dark glint in her eyes. "You feel it, right? You're so tight… God, you drive me crazy."
Abby didn't give you time to respond. As soon as her fingers moved again, finding that rhythm that made you lose your senses, she kissed you. Her mouth crashed against yours with an urgency that left you breathless. You moaned against her lips, a sharp sound she smothered with her tongue, invading you with the same determination her fingers used to explore your inside. You could taste her breath and feel the heat of her skin while her fingers sunk in and out of you with a cadence that forced you to arch.
Abby’s free hand moved up to cup the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair to keep you exactly where she wanted. Every thrust of her hand provoked a new contraction that you felt die in her mouth. It was a chaos of sensations: the hardness of her muscles against your chest, the wetness staining everything, and the sound of your breaths mingling in a constant panting that filled the silence of the room.
"That’s it…" she murmured between short, wet kisses, never stopping her movement for a second. "Just like that, fuck. Look at how you're squeezing me."
"Abby... god, it feels so good" you moaned against her mouth, losing the thread of your own thoughts. "I’m close... please, I’m so close."
You gripped the sheets with your fists, arching your back in search of that last push, but instead of the final spasm, you felt a sudden void. Abby pulled her fingers out sharply, cutting off the pleasure right as you were about to break. The cold of the loss made you let out a whimper of pure frustration, a wordless plea while your hips kept moving by inertia, searching for her hand.
"Oh yeah?" she murmured, her breathing heavy and a glint of smugness in her eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, Abby pushed herself up just enough so you could see her. With a slowness that felt exasperating, she brought her hand to her face. You watched as her fingers, glistening with your moisture under the dim light of the room, slid between her lips. She ran the tip of her tongue over them, slowly, cleaning away the trace of your desire. She closed her eyelids for a second, savoring you, and let out a low sigh that seemed to echo in the silence of the room.
"Delicious" she whispered. "You taste exactly like I remembered." "But it’s not enough."
Her voice was barely a brush of air, loaded with an intent that made you grip the sheets again. Before you could process it, Abby moved. With that athletic agility that made her look like a predator in the dark, she slid down, pulling the blankets away with a sharp tug. You felt the chill of the room hit your skin a second before her hands grabbed your thighs. She pushed them open with a strength that brooked no argument, exposing you completely to her.
You barely had time to let out a gasp before her mouth pressed against you. It was a hit of wet, direct heat. There were no warnings or slow caresses; Abby went straight to the point, sinking her tongue into you while her nose pressed against your clitoris with an insistence that made you let out a muffled scream against the pillow. Her hands didn't stay still; they moved up to your hips, digging into your flesh to anchor you to the mattress, preventing you from escaping the intensity she was unleashing.
Abby didn't settle for just her tongue; suddenly, you felt her wrap her lips around your clitoris, sucking with a force that made you lose your bearings. At the same time, without warning, she buried two fingers in you again, deep and steady, reclaiming the lost ground with a thrust that shook you to the core.
"Abby, for god’s sake…" your cry was drowned in a desperate gasp.
You had to hold onto the sheets just to keep from falling apart. Her fingers moved with a brutal cadence, mimicking the rhythm of her mouth, while her other hand stayed clamped onto your hips, keeping you open and exposed to her will. You noticed your muscles beginning to fail, tightening into a line of no return. Abby felt it too. Instead of slowing down, she tightened her grip, sucking with an intensity that made you see stars in the darkness of the room.
"That’s it…" she murmured against your skin, a dull sound that vibrated directly at your center. "Let it go. All for me."
It was the final blow. The climax hit you with the force of a shock, a violent spasm that made you arch your back until only your heels and your head touched the mattress. You screamed her name, a broken sound that filled every corner of the room, while your internal walls squeezed frantically against her fingers.
Abby didn't pull away. She stayed there, drinking in every one of your contractions, maintaining the pressure until the last tremor faded and your body fell leaden onto the sheets, panting, completely empty and defeated under her weight.
You felt as if you had been taken apart piece by piece; your muscles still gave small involuntary twitches and the air burned in your lungs. Abby took her time. You noticed her jaw relax, but she didn't move immediately, enjoying the warmth emanating from you after the explosion. Finally, she sat up slowly, crawling over the mattress until she was at your level again.
Her hair was a mess, a few blonde strands stuck to her forehead from the effort, and her lips were shining. She stared at you with a mixture of pride and a raw tenderness she only reserved for these moments, when the outside world didn't exist.
"Fuck" she let out in a husky whisper, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "If I’d known you dreamed about me like that, I would’ve woken you up a lot sooner."
You let out a weak laugh, which ended up being more of a sigh of exhaustion. You stretched out an arm, your fingers still trembling, and circled her neck to pull her toward you. Abby gave in at once, letting her weight fall onto your side, but careful not to crush you completely. She settled into the hollow of your neck, surrounding you with those arms that made you feel like nothing bad could cross that door. You felt her nose brushing your skin, seeking your scent again, now mixed with the trace of sex and sweat.
"Don't go" you managed to say, your voice barely audible.
"I'm not going anywhere" she replied, closing her eyes and leaving a heavy kiss on your collarbone. "Go to sleep. I’ll keep watch."
You sank into the mattress, protected by her heat and the security of her muscles against yours. The electric knot from the beginning had dissolved into absolute peace. Slowly, sleep reclaimed you once more, but this time, there were no jolts. Only darkness, silence, and the refuge of her arms.
saw a post on here whining about how people write sevika as butch-coded, give her a daddy kink, make her g!p, or give her a breeding kink and apparently that's "turning her into a straight man." like... be serious. you're not uncomfortable with her being "written like a man" , you're uncomfortable with butches. full stop.
the second a woman leans into masculinity in a way that isn't soft, sanitized, or made palatable for you, suddenly it's "bad writing" and "unrealistic".
and let's talk about the outrage around her being written as g!p or having a breeding kink because that's where the mask really slips. the disgust some of you express the second a woman (especially a masculine one) is written with a dick or engages in a kink associated with "male" sexuality? yeah that's not just discomfort. that's lowkey transphobia and butchphobia.
because what you're saying is: if a woman takes up sexual space, masculine sexual space, then she's no longer a woman to you. that her queerness, her dominance, her presentation, makes her "basically a man." and that mindset erases trans women, erases butch women, erases gnc lesbians. all because it doesn't fit your narrow, cis-femme-centered view of what a woman should look like.
sevika is canonically masc presenting, she will never be the feminine, soft, dainty woman you want her to be. she is a BUTCH!! Deal with it!!
stop acting like masculinity in women is something to be fixed or softened. Not every female character needs to be nurturing, passive, or femme-coded to be “valid.” there’s absolutely NOTHING wrong with exploring her through a butch-dominant lens.
prompt: stoner!reader who introduces abby to weed.
tags: wlw, weed usage, bashful abby, slightly nsfw, reader is black and femme cuz i said so !
ps: once again writing while high so don't hold me to any grammatical errors tehe ♪(´ε｀ )
the poor girl is a bit innocent in this field of recreation, a little on the side of goodie two shoes who swore she's "never done anything like this before" when u ask her on a random cold december night. it was technically "holiday season" as the stadium would call it, that meant time extra off for abby this time of year as a way to keep some "normalcy" in the base. the stadium's long hard hours of endless supply runs and tedious farmwork had paid off generously, making so that somebody had access to a few seeds to grow the plant and deal it out every so often. and of course you couldn't pass up on being a customer! so here you both sat in the dim light of abby's room, knees touching as you bundle under a shared blanket, baggy of green in one hand and rolling tray in the other to give the curious gal a few lessons.
"how come i never knew?" your concentration flicks to the blonde as you half assedly roll your eyes at her inquiry. she's acting like this is some big taboo secret!
"you're so funny miss top soldier, questioning me like everyone in here isn't high off something. you really haven't at least tried it? i know manny is a frequent, i see him and nora lighting up together from time to time too."
"MANNY AND NORA TOO? why am i the only know who didn't know?." abby exclaims, dragging a hand down her face in exasperation, the action so comically theatric that you have to laugh.
"cmon abs, it's really not that much of a biggie, it's just a funky little plant that makes you loopy. i wouldn't be dabbling myself if the effects weren't just the munchies and the giggles."
abby seems to roll your words around in her head a big, pushing her hair back behind her ears in slight irritation. she's silent for a few more moments before opening her mouth to speak again, this time her voice coming out in a husher tone, "are there any other ones?"
"pardon? any other people who smoke?"
"no, i mean side effects?" she clarifies, now appearing visibly nervous as she tumbles over her next choice of words, "i've heard things and i just wanted to know if they were... uh... right?"
"okay anderson, extremely vague cryptic vibes i'm getting at the moment, just spit it out."
abby puffs out her cheeks like she had been holding her breath, hands once again find her long locks to further rake the curtain of blonde away from her face. she's biting her lips now, a grave look of worry crossing her face and part of you adamantly wonders why she's so suddenly upset over what's seemingly a simple matter.
"i promise, im in no place at all to judge, abs. hell i've told you everything under the sun about myself and i'm sure whatever you're about to say won't throw me off too far."
"well..." she trails off, bottom lip again tugged between her teeth, blue eyes very pointedly not making contact with yours as you turn your body towards her more to show that you're still actively listening. "i read somewhere, in one of those natural drugs and remedies books that, marijuana can give some side effects that are akin to an aphrodisiac... and- uh well- i just wanted to know if that was true since ya know... you do it and all that and know how it feels to be high?"
you were well aware that abby was no stranger to sex, quite frankly one of the most familiar with it actually seeing how she's still studying to become a doctor; knowing sexual education is one of the things that's very heavily drilled the WLF's curriculum. but to witness her so shy around the subject like she's a blossoming virgin makes heat lick at the bottom of your stomach. her sudden interest in this only makes you curiouser
you let too much time pass between responding and in turn abby starts to ramble on helplessly, the tips of her ears flushing such a cute bright baby pink that almost makes you coo, "i- i mean im only curious you don't have... i'm sorry i'm not tryna yanno... ugh just don't make it any harder for me please!"
it's hard to stave off how tickled you are by this, you have never seen abigail anderson this nervous about anything much less regarding sex. you decide fucking with her will be the funnier course of action rather than showing her mercy, corners of your lip turning up into a smug smile and your eyes narrow in amusement.
"so what i'm getting is, you wanna know if weed gets my rocks off, anderson? are you sure you didn't hear this from manny or some shit?"
abby startles, tilting her head away from your accusing stare as the red at her ears now bleeds down to paint her cheeks, you can't believe your eyes are seeing the abigail anderson in this state.
"listen it's not like that... i errr... no i really did read it in a book! stop making me overexplain myself, you ass!" she says in strangled tone, "just tell me, you promised!"
her increased reaction makes you bark out a laugh, sides aching from holding it in, "i'm just fuckin with you abs." you busy your hands with sprinkling the plant into some joint papers then rolling it between your index and thumb fingers as you continue your thought, "your little book is right, at least in my case. i've had sex while high enough times to know it definitely gives you a heightened experience with stronger orgasms. you feel all relaxed and giggly and it's the best thing. makes me feel needier."
your own ears this time at the last part, you didn't necessarily have to say that. you dont shy away from sex either in the slightest, but admitting that to ur best friend does make you feel a bit bashful. it's no mystery that you both talk about stuff like this all the time since she's your best friend. you both are so close than hell the way you banter about it might as well be considered flirting. if one wasn't paying attention enough. but this time feels... different in way you can't exactly pinpoint at the moment.
abby doesn't comment on that yet only nods, reclining herself back to lay out on your rugged floor, her shirt riding up over her torso as she stretches. your eyes flit quickly from the sliver of unclothed skin back down to finishing the j in your hands, another flare of heat winding its away through your body.
it's quiet in your room for a few before abby shifts to face you once more, biting the inside of her cheek before speaking again, "i think i want to try it," she hesitates, one side of her mouth tugging into a smirk as she finds the proper words, "besides who else more perfect than you to guide me through my first time?"
you grin in response, fingers rolling the j tighter as you poke your tongue out to seal it shut, "say less, anderson. i got you." you don't miss the way abby's eyes flick down to watch the movement, her smile morphing into one less innocent than before. you surely were in for it now.
i love you ungrateful fucks in the tlou fandom because you’re the only type of people to call lesbian sex heteronormative. i never thought i would ever have to say this but masc/butch/stud lesbians ≠ men!!! shocker!!!!! PLEASE, i’m begging you, read ONE book about lesbian history.
spoiler alert!! not all lesbians are femme/fems, not all lesbians are wlw, not all lesbians have only one gender or even have a gender at all. if you are triggered by gender nonconforming or masculine lesbians, DNI!!!!
As a butch there’s very little that feels as sexy as just lowering my voice and replying “yes ma’am” real slow to whatever they say. Yes I am thoroughly whupped and I like it!
