"Hm. An excellent inquiry. I...do happen to know a story about this.
In the military, it's a story that we're told very early on. Allegedly, though any documentation of the event either never existed or was destroyed, there was a man on patrol of the border. A soldier. One that was advised, many times, not to step outside of the boundaries set if he valued his life. Thus, he remained strict in his routine. Upheld caution. Stayed as far away from the edge as possible. That is...until he heard something coming from the edge of Atlas. At first, he told himself it was the wind. Nothing more than a trick of the mind. But after hearing it, repeatedly, over the next several days, the soldier dared step off his course and peer over the edge.
The story goes that he heard a voice, someone calling to him and daring him to jump. He was a 'sensible man' and wouldn't simply throw himself off Atlas, but...that's exactly what he did. His body was found as soon as it hit; strewn across Mantle's shopping district in pieces.
It was only after such a grievous event that Atlas installed barriers. All of which that could be, if you knew where to look, bypassed.
Most will tell you that a Syren Grimm is responsible for his actions. Others will say he went mad, worked too long and too hard and couldn't handle his post.
Some believe...the story holds a bit of truth. That no 'sensible' man would venture that close to death unless he thought it would be worth it.
I imagine the story was told in an effort to frighten us away from the edge. Ensure that we didn't stray from orders and held our post but-- there was one soldier that wanted to put the story to the test. One that didn't typically stray from orders, but found himself at the edge of Atlas before he understood why.
He waited, listened, and waited some more. When nothing happened and he felt the rush of shame at having believed anything else, he heard it. A voice calling to him; just a whisper on the wind. He turned to find it, lost his footing against a powerful gust, and fell over the side.
It was in this exact moment, the cold whipping around his face and stealing his breath, that he fell in love with the stars. The rush of adrenaline accompanied by the awe of a sky so breathtaking was enough to make him forget the death that awaited him.
Thankfully, however, this story doesn't end in pieces. The soldier was, miraculously, rescued mid-air by a patrolling airship. He was brought immediately back to his commanding officer, where he was reprimanded and punished appropriately, but his love for the night sky remained.
To this day...that memory has never left him, ensuring that he still holds a little belief in the unbelievable.
Oh, but-- I'm sorry. I've rattled on long enough. Hopefully this answers your question?"
A thing I never see mentioned is that if you’re the sort of person who like “Oh if I just look at some chocolate I gain five pounds” or whatever, you’re also probably the sort of person who will gain muscle really quickly. Which, y’know, is probably a small comfort if you hate your weight and want to be skinny etc, but like, if you can let go of being skinny there are options for you to use your body in the way it wants to work. it is possible to work with your bodies needs and capabilities instead of fighting it.
I had this idea last night and wrote a majority of it from 1 a.m.-3 a.m. so if it makes no sense I’m sorry and yet I apologize for nothing.
Pairing: Abigail Marston x F!Reader, mentioned John/Abigail/Reader
Rating: M. So fucking M. 18+ ONLY
Words: 3,439
@redeadepression this isn’t the John smut I promised to tag you in, as the inspiration for this came to me while I was writing said John smut so I put that on pause and wrote this up. I’ll get back on that one soon enough. For now, have some Abigail smut!
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You storm into the house behind Abigail, glaring daggers into the back of her head. She’s been an insufferable brat all day to the point where John isn’t even coming home tonight. Slamming the front door shut, you lock it and stomp upstairs.
Silently seething, you put your shoes in the closet. You couldn’t believe Abigail’s behavior; it seemed she was determined to make the entire day as miserable as her. John had cooked a nice breakfast, but she decided to grumble and pout over it being pancakes instead of waffles. Then a handful of hours later you’d gone for a nice picnic in the park, to which she endlessly complained about the weather and the sun shining ‘too brightly’. She glowered while you and John spent the rest of the afternoon playing Frisbee and trying to teach you how to ride a skateboard. And finally, she bitched just enough at the restaurant she picked for dinner that John left in the middle of the meal and texted you to say he’d be spending the night with his brother.
Your eyes fall onto the 'sex chest’ and your eyes turn hard. After kneeling down and pulling out a select few items, you undress and slip into your strap-on harness and stiletto leather boots. This time you’ve selected the 7-inch dildo with a 4.5 inch girth. It’s big, but Abigail can take it like a champ.
After inserting the dildo into the O-ring, you step out of the closet with nipple clamps and a ball gag in hand. Abigail is at her vanity, combing her hair out in preparation to braid it like she does every night. You walk over to her, setting the toys on the bed behind her, and press the cock to her back, hand coming around her neck in a loose hold.
“Pigtails.”
“Excuse me?”
Your hand tightens around her throat and you lean down to speak directly into her ear. “Pigtails.”
Abigail shivers, goosebumps littering her body. With a trembling hand, she combs her black hair neatly down the middle and braids each side tightly. Giving each side an experimental tug, you take ahold of both and pull harder, bringing her to her knees in front of you.
Letting go of her hair, you take hold of the base of the dildo, smacking it lightly against her cheek. Her blue eyes are hooded and her red lips are open, her pink tongue resting on her bottom teeth. You shake your head.
“You were so bad today.” You tsk and smack her other cheek with the dildo. “I’m so mad at you. I just wanna fuck those lips until they’re raw.”
Abigail whimpers and opens her mouth just a tad wider, evidently wanting the exact same thing. Stroking her cheek lovingly, you speak gently.
“What’s your nonverbal?”
She curls her left fist and holds it up, using her other hand to squeeze your ankle. You smirk proudly and brush her bangs from her eyes.
“It’s been a while since we’ve done this; I’m glad you remembered. Such a good girl.”
She puts her hand back down and pushes her tongue out of her mouth, eyes trained on the large dildo you’ve fastened to your harness. Holding one hand against her forehead, you draw the cock to her, running it over her soft, wet tongue.
Abigail moans and pushes against your hand, desperate to take your cock in her mouth. Keeping her in place despite that, you continue shifting your hips to glide the dildo on her tongue. Abi’s fingers curl up in her white nightgown, and while a sobered up Abigail would hate the decision, the horny, submissive version of your girlfriend very much doesn’t care about the wrinkles she’ll have to iron out later.
Guiding the cock into her mouth, you push the head against her cheek. The resulting bulge is satisfying, along with the way her lips are shaped around it. Thrusting your hips shallowly, you hum softly.
“Mmm… You look so sexy on your knees like this. Taking a dick so eagerly…” You grasp the base of the dildo and pull out. “Open wide.”
When her mouth is as open as she can manage, you push inside. She closes her eyes and moans around the toy as you take hold of her head, guiding at a steady pace. She’s beautiful at any given moment, but she’s a different kind of beautiful with a cock in her mouth.
“You’re so good… I wish you could see the way your lips look around my dick. And yes, I hear all those whimpers and moans you’re making, you little slut. I bet you could get off just by sucking cock, couldn’t you?”
Abigail whines particularly loud at that. Smirking again, you push her head farther down on the dildo, taking a little over half of it. She’s slurping and sucking like it’s the real thing, gag reflex entirely forgone. You widen your stance and guide her faster and harder, goading her to taking the entire length of the toy.
Saliva is dribbling from the corners of her lips, falling down her chin and making a mess of her nightgown. It’s stringy and disgusting, but such a good look for her that you never want it to end.
Grasping her pigtails from the top, you slowly run your hands down them, thumbing the tight braids she’d created. Once reaching the bottom, you wrap her hair around your knuckles, holding tightly.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Stay still, Abigail.”
She blinks twice in understanding, as her mouth is too full of cock to respond otherwise. Nodding once, you begin thrusting at a much quicker pace. Her glugging noises are perfection and her hands gripping your ass for purchase only urge you on. The woman sure loves to deepthroat.
Tears start to fall down her face as you fuck her mouth, her blue eyes trained on your face. If you were a man, you’re sure you’d be coming down her throat right now at the sight of her lips stretched on the cock and her intense eyes on only you.
Stilling as the toy is at the back of her throat, you release one of her pigtails to brush away the tears with the back of a finger. You hold yourself in place for a few seconds longer before pulling back out, a loud pop sounding through the room.
As expected, Abigail’s lips are red and swollen and used. Her chin is covered in her spit and her nipples are hard and visible through the nightgown. Helping her off of her knees, you pull the gown over her head and toss it aside the grope her large breasts.
“I love your tits, Abi. They’re so soft and beautiful… And your nipples are so tasty.” You immediately latch onto her pink nipple, a broken moan sounding from her mouth.
Pinching the other nipple, you pull off of her and shake your head. “You’re too loud. I’m afraid we’ll have to adjust that, babygirl.”
You pick up the ball gag, stepping behind Abigail with it. Without prompt her mouth opens wide, taking the ball and letting you fasten it around her. She repeats her nonverbal queue, left fist in the air and her other hand grasping your hip when you ask, her hands otherwise staying still at her sides.
You rub the dildo between the cleft of her bubbly ass while you kiss her neck and continue with the nipple play. Though gagged, she’s still trying to moan and groan.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” You tease, picking the golden-chained clamps from the bed. “You want your nipple clamps on? Well, I’m inclined to agree with that.”
You slip on each clamp and savor her pleasured whimpers. Tugging the chain to hear another gagged whine, you bend her over the end of the bed. She spreads her legs and shows off her dripping pussy, the slick covering her inner thighs.
“Not yet, brat.” You set your jaw. “I haven’t forgotten about your behavior today. You think that’s something you can just get away with? You think being a little bitch when someone is trying to do something nice for you is okay? You’re wrong, Abigail. And you need to be punished for it.”
She whines and wiggles, nearly stomping her foot. Your slap to her rear is swift, but the way her ass starts to turn red indicates there was indeed contact. She squeals against the gag, drooling helplessly on the duvet.
“Such a bad girl. I’m gonna turn this pale ass cherry red.” Each cheek gets a fresh slap, a handprint appearing soon after.
Each smack hits harder than the last, but all Abigail can do is jump at each one and cry out against the gag. You reach between the space of her body and the bed, tugging the nipple clamps as you continue spanking her.
“Naughty girl… You’ve got such a beautiful ass. I’ve got half the mind to fuck that tight little hole of yours, but I’ll save that for when you learn how to behave like a goddamn adult again. Only good girls are rewarded, after all, and I know how you like getting fucked in the ass.”
She whines pitifully, lamenting the lack of anal action she’ll receive tonight. You give each reddened ass cheek one more slap, and then without warning you smack her pussy one good time.
Abigail moans loudly, pushing against your stilled hand like a wanton whore. You pull away your hand, examining how wet she’s made it. It’s glistening in this light; such a mess was made from a simple action.
“Now this won’t do. I suppose you’ll have to clean your mess, Abigail.” You unclip the gag and let it fall from her mouth, holding your hand in front of her.
Immediately she’s got her hand on yours, holding it to her mouth as she licks away her own wetness. You smirk proudly, caressing her abused ass lightly.
“You took that like a champ, Abigail. I think you deserve a reward for that. Don’t come unless I say you can.” Sinking to your own knees, you dive in headfirst to that beautifully fat pussy, your tongue licking her insides just how she likes it.
Unabashedly she’s screaming now, pushing back onto your face. Her words aren’t really words at all, but she tries anyway. You happily slurp at her wetness, your face covered in her slick after just a few moments between her legs. Slipping a finger inside and thrusting roughly, you remove your face.
“Ooooh, someone’s ready to get fucked. I know exactly what you need to get that attitude adjusted, baby, and I’m gonna give it to you.” You slip a second finger inside of her, adding a third not long after. “But first, let’s get a pesky orgasm out of the way so you can take my strap longer. Come when you’re ready to.”
Abigail’s hands wrap around the duvet tightly, pulling it to her face as she screams at your finger-fucking. It’s all so good and she’s beyond ready to come for you. She likes being your good girl; it gives her what she wants.
Your tongue barely has to touch her clit for her to come, her hole clenching tightly around your still-moving fingers. She’s hot and wet and perfectly tight around you.
Her moans are muffled by the mattress and her legs are shaking uncontrollably as she comes. You chuckle and pull away once she’s done, standing and scooping her onto the bed. Allowing her to catch her breath, you rub her back and leave soft kisses down her spine.
When she’s ready for what’s next, Abigail assumes the position with her ass in the air and her head on her pillow. She’s so well-trained, even though you haven’t played with this side of her in such a long time.
Kneeling behind her, you push the cock inside of her with ease, still allowing her time to adjust to the size of it. Her body is soft and pliable, her moan an airy, contented gasp. The sight of her like this is truly amazing; a beautiful head of black hair, a smooth back leading to a wonderfully red, bubbly butt, and her pussy stretched around your strap. Heaven on Earth.
Your hand is placed on her lower back as you start moving in and out of her, mesmerized by the way her labia clings to the cock. Abigail was so perfectly sexy in all the ways you could never imagine to be sexy for anyone.
She moans beneath you, moving her hips to meet your strokes. Her fingers curl up around the bars of the headboard as your hip smack against hers, the cock filling her up wonderfully. She takes your thumb in her mouth eagerly, sucking and licking all while moaning around it.
When your thumb is satisfactorily covered in her saliva, you move your hand back to her rear and gently coax the tip of your thumb in her hole, now giving you more control over the way her body is moving. Abigail mewls at the intrusion and allows you to continue guiding her onto the toy.
“Fu…uck…” Her voice is battered and this is the first word she’s been able to utter the entire session. You lean down and press your chest to her back, changing the angle of your thrusts to find her spot.
She turns her head and kisses you, though it’s more of a sloppy tangle of tongues than anything else. Your thumb pushes just a tad farther into her hole and your fingers grip her flesh tighter, bringing her back onto the dildo at an easy pace. You know her legs are tired, but she can hold on for a bit longer. This is a punishment, after all.
Pressing your lips to her ear, you speak lowly. “I want you to come on my cock, Abigail. Do you want to come on my cock?”
She nods weakly, her eyes closed and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Beads of sweat litter her brow and her temples, one of which you lick away before straightening back up.
“I don’t remember there being a gag in that pretty mouth, Abigail. Use your words. Do you want to come on my cock?”
“Y-Yes ma'am…” She moans pitifully and you take her pigtails in one hand, holding them like reins as your hips pick up speed and ram into her, her asshole clenching around your thumb.
Abigail’s body is taught as you pull on her hair, her hands digging into the mattress and her body making a beautiful arch. Her clamps are still on her nipples, pinching them so perfectly while you thrust into her with vigor, your nails digging into the soft skin of her back.
All Abigail can do now is moan, swear, and hold on as your cock pistons in and out of her wet hole, the head of it hitting that spot that so rarely gets contacted. Her scream is loud and unashamed, and the neighbors will certainly be receiving a gift of some sort for having to hear your sub so loudly and intimately this time of night.
Her body trembles when she orgasms, both of her holes clenching up. She whimpers when you pull out of her and remove your thumb from her ass, gasping when you lean down and stick your tongue in her slightly opened asshole. Snickering lightly, you pull back from it and sit on your knees to observe her.
She’s curled up and breathing heavily, her hair unraveling from the braids you were tugging on earlier. Your hand reaches out to rub her rear and then move her onto her back. Her legs fall open beautifully, and the way her chest rises and falls with each breath is nothing short of perfection.
Climbing over to her, you position yourself over her face, looking down at her body. Her arms loop around your thighs and hold you in place while she begins to lick your own wetness, a certain energy revived in her once you presented yourself to her.
You hum softly at her ministrations, playing with the clamps around her nipples. She moans while her tongue is inside, slurping you up and making a mess of her face just as you had done for her. Your tugs on the chain are light, and with each pull of it Abigail’s hips shift upwards.
You hum softly and push her large breasts together, groping the soft flesh as you ride her face. A grin forms when your eyes settle onto the dildo still covered in her wetness, and after a little bit of shifting, the toy is settled between her breasts. You can feel her chuckle softly against you, which only spurs you on.
You glide the toy between her breasts, running your wet pussy over her tongue. She’s adapted and has her tongue flattened against you, allowing you to fuck her breasts and still be able to reach a climax.
You moan at her tongue and watch as your strap easily slides in between her pillowy breasts. Your thrusting is invigorated at the sight, your hands clenching her breasts tightly as you fuck them and rub yourself against Abigail’s face.
“Fuck…” You whisper, sweat sprinkling your body, breathing ragged as you close your eyes and let loose. One of Abigail’s sneaky fingers finds its way to your clit and she presses hard against it, and it’s over then.
Your crescendo beats out Abigail’s from before, your hips pressing down on her face as your legs quiver. Her tongue gently licks at you while you calm down from the high, her hands rubbing your sides lovingly.
With a soft moan, you remove yourself from Abigail’s face. You pull off the nipple clamps and settle between her spread legs, once again easily slipping inside of her. You lay down and give each nipple a soft, barely-there kiss while she locks her legs around you, and her arms loop around your neck when you pull up to kiss her lips proper now.
“You’re so wet, baby.” You murmur against her lips, kissing them once more before trailing softer smooches from her jaw to her neck. “I can hear it. Can’t believe you’re this horny for me.”
She sighs and exposes her neck some more for you. “’M always horny for you…”
“I love you.” You murmur. “You were so good tonight. It’s nice to not deal with a brat every once in a while.”
She’s quiet, her mind undoubtedly on John. You kiss her lips sweetly, as you know she’ll make it up to him when he comes home tomorrow. Her moans pick up again once your hand slips between your bodies and thumbs her clit. She squeals and then that’s it; she comes one more time around you and your hips stop with the cock deep inside of her.
Abigail kisses you passionately, her legs still around you. You rub her arms and pull away, unwrapping her legs from you and pulling out. Lying beside her, you remove the toy from the O-ring and hold it to her mouth.
Her blue eyes lock onto yours and she opens her mouth for the cock once more, sucking it clean. Her lips are beautifully wrapped around it and she takes it all, humming against it. Once it’s clean and pulled from her mouth, you kiss her lips and stand from the bed, heading for the bathroom with all of the toys you’d used on Abigail.
You pull off the boots and shimmy out of the harness, wiping the leather down and then turning to the dildo, cleaning it off thoroughly. After doing the same to the ball gag and the nipple clamps, you wet a washcloth with warm water and go back to Abigail, sitting beside her and starting to run it over her body. Starting at her inner thighs, you speak softly.
“Are you feeling okay?”
She nods, starting to pull her hair free of the braids. “I feel wonderful, my love. I needed that.”
You lean in and peck her lips. “I thought you did too. You know you owe John an apology and probably a very good blowjob right?”
She sighs and ruffles her hair out. “I know. I’ll make it up to him tomorrow; I promise.”
“I know you will.” Setting the cloth aside, you lay down and pull Abigail into your arms, your fingertips ghosting over her back as you two fall into a quick, dreamless sleep.
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