woke up wet as fuck thinking about Abby getting all desperate and needy and whiney just from making out.
just imagine her whimpering and moaning into your mouth, her brows pinched together in desperation, hands gripping and squeezing everything, your thighs, your ass, your hips. Then she slowly slips her hands under the back of your shirt, dragging her nails across your skin.
thinking about abby with an oral fixation. poor baby feels like such a pervert 24/7 just staring at your fingers thinking about how nice it would feel to have them in her mouth. you’re aware of her fixation, slightly puzzled as what it really meant for you, figuring she’d had it for a while and you just haven’t picked up on it.
abby, who will find herself snug against your chest as you sleep, unable to resist the urge to tug up your sleep shirt oh so slightly, pretty pink lips latching onto your nipple, just to keep it in her mouth. not to suck on, not to tease, just to have something occupy that pretty mouth of hers.
some days you’ll find her in your lap. index in her mouth as you read or something, simply content in having your fingers on her tongue, eyes fluttering closed as she just enjoys your presence. she’ll hum softly around your digits every now and again, trying to convince the both of you that she’s not about to fall asleep in the middle of the day juuust because you’ve got your fingers down her throat.
thinking abt pussy slapping w sub!abby - your fingers tracing around her sopping hole, doing a figure eight around her aching clit. her back was already arching off the bed, her hands in your sheets. so overstimulated and you hadn't even touched her clit yet. soft pleas escaping her puffy lips, all inhibitions out the window. "please..oh my god, please!" the blonde was whining, trying to buck her hips in a way that might convince you to stuff your fingers in her. all her desperate measures were in vain, of course. you both knew you planned on making her wait, regardless of how beautiful she looked begging for you. saccharine slick leaked out of her pulsing cunt, her mouth wasn't the only hole begging for you, it seemed. abby cried out as you reeled your hand back, letting it land firmly on her pussy, your fingertips curling slightly into her hole on impact. the wet sound of your hand landing on her pretty cunt drove abby mad. oh how badly she wanted you, in any way you would offer. this seemed to be the most tortuous way you could give yourself to her, but abby, never one to back down from a challenge, took it in stride. every slap on her pussy was followed by cries of pain and pleasure, abbys mind muddling the two. she looked up at you, incoherently muttering "thank you"s with tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
MEOWWWWWWW i need her. pretty please send requests i love u all
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barbarian!abby anderson x sorcerer!reader
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₊˚ 𓂃 ₊ ˚ ✧ kinktober day five: ruined orgasms and masturbation
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : alternative universe - fantasy / dnd, inspired by the legend of vox machina, very brief battle/fight scenes, love confessions, POORLY TIMED confessions, light angst (abby thinks the worst when things are not immediately clear to her), mutual yearning, masturbation, sub!abby, cunnilingus, ruined orgasm, dom!reader, pussy spanking, abby is a hot barbarian who wields an ax (not important but i thought i'd mention.... might do a part to where its used for more devious acts)
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 5,633k
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 : this was birthed from my vox machina rewatch and was inspired by keyleth and vax where he decides to drop on her his love confession while whitestone is actively being attacked by the undead. also??? tried to explore classes for all the characters but wasn't sold on everybody so only a few were mentioned for sure [ read on ao3 ]
There’s a chill in the air, autumn colder up in this mountain-esque town than it is in the other cities their group had visited. Despite this, the air is hot in the clusterfuck of a fight; the clash of swords, thrum of arrows and crossbow bolts flying through the air and blasts of magic mixed with the yelling and grunting of those fighting in the midst of the town.
Mistmaw had been a quiet town, a stop for their group on the way before they’d heard rumors of what was to come. Towns ahead all lost to the undead, attacked and ravaged with very few survivors… Only enough for the news to spread. The group, a rag-tag assembly of adventurers, wasn’t exactly that of heroes but you weren’t going to stand idly by while the town you stood in now was a target so you’d all stayed; rallied the locals and primed them as best you all could to fight, Jesse and Owen jumping straight into action and working to help bring a plan to action.
The reports had been simple, basic enough but highly skewed by terror from the far and few survivors. Undead was a broad term, it wasn’t just reanimated skeletons or zombified remains… It was that and then some. Creatures you’d only imagined could be kept in grimoires, a product of hell. No doubt a person or even a group at the centre of this Abby thought but now was not not time for in-depth thought, no — not when her great axe sinks itself into the shoulder of one of those zombified beings, pulled out just as quickly to imbed itself once more in another attacking from behind.
Her breaths heave, nostrils flaring and face red, slick with sweat and blood she’s sure as her rage fuels her in this fight. But it feels as though no matter how many fall by her blade, how many bones crumble to the ground more and more continue to appear.
Her arm drops, the blade of her great axe swinging slightly by her ankle as she staggers back to assess the scene. She can see everything and nothing at the same time, a sea of fighters — those she fights alongside of and the grotesque monsters they fight against — like a blurred sea, but when she focuses she can see her friends.
Manny surrounded by a swarm of the zombies with that cocky smile of his, though the more she looks the faster she realises it’s not actually him but an illusion. And as quick as Abby cottons onto that fact she sees the actual Manny and Owen ascend upon the group, taking them down almost effortlessly.
She feels her back hit a wall, turning slightly to see she’s walked back into one of the large trees the town covets. She just needs to catch her breath, think of a way to stop this never ending siege before they become yet another part of the story.
A dozen yards away she can see Dina, skin pale as she’s downed by one of those things. Abby’s about to jump into action when she sees the darkened blur ascend upon the creature, daggers taking it down with such quick ease Abby merely saw Ellie appear, slight movement of her arms and then the rough shove of the body off Dina before she was tugging the other woman up onto her feet.
The next moment makes her breath catch and her heart ache, a stolen moment of tenderness between the two they never typically let anyone else see. Maybe it's the unknown, if they may die tonight or perhaps it's just how they are in their private moments but Ellie’s got her forehead resting gently against Dina’s while the other woman cups Ellie’s face so gently, like she regards her so preciously she’s afraid to break her. Their lips meet, a kiss of desperation, like it may be the last they ever share and they want each other to know exactly how they feel — Abby has to look away at that, her own heart aching to do the same with the one she loves but it’s not the same.
Ellie and Dina are dating, they aren’t dancing around the subject and acting like schoolgirls the way she and her beloved do.
And Abby’s so distracted by this thought, that she may die having never actually saying the words, having it out there, that she almost misses the goliath of a zombie, what looks to be the result of a mass grave being reanimated together, until a silver-blue blast of magic skims the reddened skin of her cheek from her right.
The creature falls, the multiple rotting faces groaning until another blast has it dropping fully. You appear, hair slightly ruffled but still somehow looking unphased by the chaos surrounding everyone. Your eyes, wide with alarm, fix on Abby’s as your hands grab at her. “Abigail— Abby! Are you with me?” you try for her attention, but she just stares at you with her mouth slightly parted for a moment, her expression blank.
You, with your sarcasm and quick wit, your easy banter and way you’d burrowed yourself so deep in her chest until you were what she thought of when she thought of her heart. It was always something unspoken, the way you and her seemed to be drawn to one another, the tension between the two of you burning but never acted upon.
Abby’s not sure why the two of you never pulled your heads out of your asses and actually made whatever this is between yourselves real. Maybe it was the fact you were two groups brought together, maybe it was the thought of distraction. But if Ellie and Dina could do it, could balance a relationship and the whole almost dying on adventures thing then she can’t help but think why can’t the two of you.
And maybe it’s the fear that she may die tonight, you both might, and she’ll never have told you how she feels. She’s sure you know, god you have to know, but she’s also not convinced you love her so maybe you feel the same way. She has to say it, even if they don’t make it to daybreak, the words must leave her lips.
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before she takes your hands in hers, stilling you for a moment. “Hey,” she pants out, still staring at you like she’s in awe of your rescue. “You know I’m in love with you, right?”
The clashing of metal seems to dim, the garbled noises of the undead and the battle cries across the half-ruined town square all seem to quieten as you suck in a breath, processing Abby’s words. Your eyes widen slightly, your surprise clear as your eyes drop for the slightest moment to Abby’s lips before coming back up to her stormy blue eyes. Her heart races, a small smile etching at the corners of her lips when she sees a look of relief, the barest hint of a smile on your face.
Abby’s head dips slightly down to yours, she can feel your warm breath as her lips brush against yours. She’s about to press them down, capture you in a kiss she’s been dreaming of for over a year now when your hand pulls from hers, pressing the palm of it against her armoured chest. “Wait…” You say slowly, opening your eyes slowly with an almost entranced expression before you quickly jump back into action. “What?! Now?!”
You’re already pulling out of her embrace, shooting Abby a look she knows all too well. It’s the kind you give people when they’re being stupid, a ‘are you being for real?!’ look. She jumps, apologetic as she tries to follow after you. “Wait, I-I didn’t—”
“I mean, this is, like, the worst timing?!” Your exasperated tone carries as you retreat back into the fold, the only hints of you she can see once the fight swallows you whole being that of your magic.
The Barbarian doesn’t get too much time to dwell on the matter, the rejection, before she finds the blade of her axe in yet another enemy. And as fast as the moment had presented itself it’s gone, the chaos of the fight taking over as they fight not only for the freedom of the town, but their lives too.
Three days have passed since the attack, their group heralded as saviours by the small town. The death count was still more than two dozen but in comparison to the previous decimated town, it was regarded as a win. In the time since, they’d been offered free accommodation in the local tavern until they decided to leave — something Abby was eternally grateful for since Nora and Mel’s supplies of health potions had been fully used up healing the townsfolk, not to mention their healing abilities.
Her injuries weren’t severe, bed-rest and being careful more than likely making it that she’ll be fine by the time their group do leave, but Abby takes advantage of their extended stay to hide away in her room. Away from you.
She hopes it’s not obvious, after all she’s not the only one who was somewhat injured from their adventuring group, but by now she is using it as an excuse to avoid your gaze.
She should have kept her mouth shut, had only the Battle Father damned her mouth to be fixed shut and maybe she wouldn’t have let her stupid feelings tumble out. You were right, in the midst of battle was not the place to confess her love but what if she’d ruined all chances she may have had with that mistake? What if your feelings changed, viewed her now as selfish and stupid for her timing?
She’d had nights to dwell on the matter, spent the first night thinking you’d come to her room and waited for a knock upon the aging cedar door barely held upon its hinges in her tavern room. Maybe you’d broach the subject privately, now that they weren’t all in immediate danger and the two of you would finally lay all your cards on the table.
Maybe Abby would finally know the taste of your lips, the feel of your fingers in her hair tugging her closed, know the curve of your body and the weight of you as you slide onto her lap?
But that never came, the blonde falling asleep just before the new day broke. By the time she awoke her body ached in pain and she could feel the warmth of the sun, afternoon no doubt. She’d inquired about you, subtly — she hoped, though Nora gave her a knowing look — only to find out you’d been using your limited healing abilities for most of the night on the wounded, helping Nora and Mel alongside the town’s far and few healers.
Which only made the warrior curse herself once again for her selfishness because of course you couldn’t come to her, you were out helping people. You were too busy, too selfless to run straight to her. But now three days pass and not even a glimpse of you? It looked more and more like you just wouldn’t see her.
Had she ruined things so badly? Now her thoughts roam further, sinking deeper and deeper into wild thought, what if she’d read everything wrong and the tension had all been in her head? What if everything was entirely one-sided and the reason everything was ‘unspoken’ was actually because everyone knew except Abby. What if your frustration when she finally confessed wasn’t because they were in the heat of battle and you didn’t have time to confess your own feelings but instead because you didn’t have the time to let her down gently?
Her mind starts to spiral, every potential scenario swirling round and round in her head, drowning her until she has to stand, get out of this rickety old bed and get out of this damned tavern before she drives herself insane. The Barbarian has her large hand on the door handle, ripping it open before she stops mid-stride and feels her mouth fall slightly ajar when she sees you standing in the adjacent doorway, caught.
“I, uh— I was just on my way out” The larger woman murmurs, eyes dropping low as she moves to leave, no escape before she embarrasses herself. More than she thinks she already has done.
“Abby, wait, you—” She can hear your voice calling out to her, but the thud of her footsteps as she storms down to the heart of the tavern drowns you out.
Though it may be almost four days later, that night the town celebrates their victory and survival in the tavern — with praise for the brave adventurers that aided them. Copious amounts of ale, tankards filled to the brim served to them for little to no coin as reward further for the group's efforts. And yet Abby remains in her room, the sound of music and chatter muffled through the floorboards and closed door.
She may be milking her ‘injuries’ slightly, claiming she’s not well enough for the celebration. Owen and Manny had shared a look at her excuse when they’d knocked upon her door, the bard crossing his muscled arms over his chest and levelling her a look. “You just sit on a chair and drink, what you can’t get down the stairs and do that?!”
Owen had taken pity in the end, shoving the other man away with a huff and letting the warriors measly excuse slide. Truthfully, she’s sure everything would have been fine had she joined everyone but she couldn’t stomach sitting with you amongst all your shared friends. Two scenarios ran through her head, one where you ignored her and pretended everything was fine and another where your disgust and desire to put as much space between the two of you made it uncomfortable for all. Abby wasn’t sure which thought was worse.
But at least up here, in the safety of her room she can pretend all that isn’t real. Push aside those thoughts, distract herself instead with… Other things. There’s a book she’s carded through a few times that she thought she may spend the evening reading instead but by page 100 she realised it was one of those smutty romances Mel had told her of, pushing it to her bedside table with disappointment.
And then picking up again a moment later, reading further on as the two love interests engage in some… interesting acts, brow raised as she imagines how that would work, how that would look.
The book quickly gets discarded again when the characters seem to melt away in her mind, their features slowly changing until they resemble… Well, the two of you. Your hands on Abby’s freckled shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as she imagines the scene described where the female main character has the male on his knees before her, pressing him where she needs him most and holding him in position to use him until her arousal paints his face messily.
She feels wrong, feels dirty thinking of you like this when she doesn’t know truly how you feel but her hand still moves to her cunt, dipping beneath her pants and past the tuft of light brown hairs to her slickened heat. Her knees spread apart as she pictures you, imagines the skirt of your dress shoved up and held with one hand while your other fists at Abby’s braid, holding her face in place. The thought of you taking control like that, keeping her in place so that you could receive pleasure has arousal drooling from her.
Abby spreads herself with her thick fingers, gathering her arousal along the digits before moving back up to circle at her clit. She bites back a low noise as she presses lazy circles against the bundle of nerves, the thought of how you may cry out in pleasure if she had the chance to devour you the way the book character did his lover.
Would you grind your cunt against her face, ride it for your pleasure? If she had you in her sheets, your back pressed into the sheets would your thighs wrap around her head? Would you let her lick and suck at you until your desire ran down Abby’s chin, allow her to swallow every last drop until you were shaking and oversensitive? Or would you want more?
A ragged breath falls from her lips as her desire intensifies, the lazy touch becoming faster as she draws quick, tight circular motions against herself and imagines how you may repay the favor. Her thick, muscled thighs shake slightly as she tenses, a knot tightening deep in her core as she feels her pleasure building.
She knows her fingers are thicker than yours, more calloused but she imagines it's you touching her; would you touch her sweetly, coo sweet words and praise in her ear as you tuck yourself by her side and watch as she falls apart under your touch? Or would you taunt her, touch her roughly and watch as she squirms beneath your torturous pleasure? Would you focus on her pussy or would your attention drift as you brought her to the edge, mouthing along her neck and biting at the skin available, leaving marks she’d wear proudly and without shame? Or would you draw your free hand to her breasts, pinching at her nipples until she was begging for relief?
The image of your smirk as you’d slowly dip your mouth to her breast and tongue at the bud is almost enough to bring her to the edge, her orgasm blooming as her fingers move rapidly against her puffy clit but just as her back begins to arch and her thighs shake, the spell is broken by loud banging at her door.
Abby freezes, eyes narrowing in confusion at the door. It’s too loud in the tavern for someone to have heard her breathy pants, but her cheeks are painted a pretty shade of pink at the thought of someone coming to complain. It could be Manny again, trying to pull her down to the celebration but he’d no doubt be focused on finding a maiden or two to bed. Maybe it was just someone looking for a free room, or someone drunk enough to think this was their room?
She slips her hand from beneath her pants, awkwardly shuffling towards the door as she mourns her stolen release. Another impatient knock at the cedar door, cut off when Abby pulls it open with a questioning look only to swap it with shame and surprise when she realises who is at her door.
“Avoiding me, Abigail?” You move slightly closer, leaning against the doorway and tilting your head with a knowing look. You have a glass of wine in hand, looking down at it boredly as you wait for the warrior's response.
“I, uh… Still recovering, didn’t wanna… pull something?” God even Abby knows how flimsy of an excuse that is, “You know how we can get when we’re drunk, no doubt Manny will try and sleep with someone's wife and I’ll get pulled in as backup” Okay, better — a more solid excuse but from the knowing glint in your eyes, the blonde already knows you see right through her.
You roll your eyes, stepping closer as you drown the last of your drink and watching as Abby takes a clumsy step back. “Really? Because I thought it may have had something to do with our last conversation”
A shaky laugh falls from Abby’s lips, her head shaking. “What, no! I— That’s.. Stupid, why would— what even was our last…” Her words start to grow quieter, more unsure when she realises pretending nothing happened isn’t going to work — not with you advancing on her slowly like a predator to prey. The old door slams shut behind you and Abby can’t even look to see if it was your magic or just a twisted sort of luck that you’d get this moment alone.
Your arm reaches out towards one of the dressers against the wall and your wine glass is deposited with lazy ease, arms folding over your chest as you bide your time. Abby only stops when the backs of her knees and thighs hit the foot of the bed, catching herself slightly as she falls into a sitting position.
“You can’t exactly deny you’re avoiding me when you do this, can you Abby?” For once in her life, Abby feels small under your gaze. Not in a condescending way, not in a bad way but she can’t quite put a name to the feeling. By the way her core heats, she’d argue it’s a positive one though. “I’m.. Just trying to—”
“Trying to?... Trying to pretend you didn’t say what you did?” Your hand makes a swaying motion and her chin is forced up by that familiar silvery-blue glow of magic, she hadn’t even realised her eyes had dropped to the floor like a scolded child until you’d forced them back up again.
She swallows thickly, taking a deep breath as her stormy blue eyes look at you filled with emotion. Regret, apology, yearning. “I just didn’t want to ruin it, you didn’t— I wasn’t going to force things and you’re clearly not…” A small pause as she takes a deep breath, her eyes falling shut before she looks back at you. “We’re a team, I won’t make this harder for you… For everyone, we can just…”
At her words trailing off, your hand replaces where your magic had her chin tilted up, touch soft as your thumb strokes the skin ever so gently. “We can what, pretend you didn’t tell me you loved me?” Abby winces slightly at your words, nodding woodenly, “And what do you mean ‘you’re clearly not’...? Because we haven’t actually spoken, Abigail, and you don’t actually know my feelings. You’ve just assumed them”
Abby feels as her mouth falls open in surprise, her breath catching. “You didn’t come to me,” she murmurs weakly, her large hand coming up to clutch at the curve of your waist like the touch of you grounds her, as she looks up at you with needy, hopeful eyes. “I thought that meant…”
“I was helping this stupid mountain town, healing people, myself, you stupid— That’s not the point, the point is despite your abysmal timing you can’t just pretend it never happened. I won’t allow it, actually” God, Abby loves that look you get — the bratty, entitled one she’s seen you use on so many before and come out on top. She’d happily give you everything you want if one of those things is her.
“Won’t allow it, huh?” The barbarian dares let a smile begin to tug at her lips, leaning into your touch as your thumb continues to caress her.
You huff, nodding as you look down at her with sharpened brows. “Yes, exactly. So go on then. Ask me, no more assuming. Ask me what my feelings are, tell me again”
Abby can feel heat behind her eyes, tears of happiness threatening to well up as she feels her heart racing in her chest. “Tell you?” she teases, voice a little watery.
“Tell me what you told me on the battlefield.” Your words break slightly, barely a whisper now as you manage to breathe them out.
Tell me you love me, the unspoken truth adds to Abby’s bravery and she pulls you just that little bit closer to her. “I love you, you know I’m in love with you…” The moment those words slip past her lips she sees that strong, controlling facade you fight so hard to keep ahold of start to crumble. You look down at her, eyes softening with emotion and swallow back any words you may interrupt her with as you process it. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner a-and I’m sorry I had the worst timing when I did tell you, but I do. I love you, and I hope that you love me too — otherwise this is going to be even more uncomfortable than I thought it was going to be originally”
Your eyes roll and you laugh, shaking your head softly at her ending words. “Oh, shut up, of course I love you.” The words are half a laugh and you feel your own eyes grow glassy as your heart swells with happiness. “I can’t believe you thought there was a world in which I wouldn’t”
As fast as the words are out, Abby is pulling you down onto her lap and pressing her lips to yours hungrily. She kisses you like she’s starved for air, like you’re the only thing she needs to survive. The kiss is messy, heated as the two of you whine and moan against each other. Tongues teasing each other until one of you finally breaks for air.
Hands are all over each other, grasping at whatever the both of you can as you grind down against her with need. Abby’s large hands almost cover your face completely, thick fingers cradling your face as she pulls you back to her once her lungs are filled with air again, licking into your mouth until she’s convinced she only knows the taste of you now.
Abby’s aching clit throbs beneath her pants, feels her arousal seeping through her underwear with every roll of your hips as you greedily take her groping and kisses. She’s still so sensitive from her near orgasm, pussy aching for release and right now, with you sitting so pretty on her lap — finally hers, finally having both uttered their love for one another — she needs to have you, claim you, have you claim her.
She pants as she breaks the kiss, the only sound in the room being that of their ragged breath and the distant sounds of the celebration down below in the tavern. You whine at the loss, a dark, hungry look in your eyes as you look at her with a lidded gaze. “I need you,” Abby’s voice sounds rough and she feels you try and squeeze your thighs together despite being sprawled across her lap, clearly affected.
When you aren’t able to get relief from that, you whine low in your throat, needy. Abby’s hand moves from your cheek, two thick digits tapping against your bottom lip for a moment until she sees your eyes light up in realisation. Seconds later your lips are falling open, eyes rolling back in desire when they rest heavy against your tongue.
Abby makes a small disbelieving sound, groaning slightly when she feels your mouth close around them and feels you suck at her fingers. She feels the sensation down to her core, pussy throbbing as your tongue swirls around them. She’s caught up in the feeling, unaware of how your eyes open with sudden clarity, like you’ve just made a connection as a single brow raises.
The blondes attention finally comes back to you when she feels your mouth go slack, seeing a slight smirk on your pretty lips as your own hands come up to hers and slightly draw it out from your darkened lips. There’s a string of your saliva that connects her fingers to your lips for a moment, drool slightly spilling from your lips as you look up at her knowingly.
“W-What?” Abby feels her heart racing, cheeks going red as she waits for your reveal, unsure what has you looking like the cat that got the cream.
“What were you doing before I knocked on your door, Abigail?” From the look in your eyes, that teasing glint that practically twinkles, you already know. You just want to hear her admit it, shame staining her cheeks even further. How had you even—
Oh.
With faux innocence you wrap your lips around her fingers once more and suck, eliciting a needy whine from the barbarian. She could feel that all the way down to her throbbing clit as if that's what you had your kiss-bitten lips wrapped around, pulling off with an obscene pop! before pushing Abby back down onto the bed until her back is pressed to the sheets and you’re looming overhead.
You bite at your bottom lip, looking down at her like you’re not just hungry for her but ravenous. “Tell me, did you cum? I can taste how wet you were” you sound like you’re starved for her, like any moment you’ll devour her and Abby feels a shiver run down her at the thought.
“Did-Didn’t finish, you— You interrupted” She sounds pathetic, a vast difference — softer, more open and vulnerable — to how she appears to others. The big, strong barbarian warrior, her clan’s famed scar killer, is reduced to a whiny mess as her hips jerk up for relief.
Your tumbling laughter feels like a slap but oddly, she feels as though the slight humiliation turns her on more. “Fuck, did you even clean yourself up before you came to the door or did you touch me like that? Could taste it on your fingers, need to taste it for real.”
Abby’s eyes perk up at that, brows raising like a puppy as you move down her body. Your knees hit the rough wooden flooring of the room, saved from splinters and ache by the skirts of your dress as your hands make haste of undressing Abby’s lower half. Lips pressing against her lower stomach, kissing the sensitive skin there and feeling your way across her abdomen. Abby feels herself growing more and more aroused when she hears you whine, looking down at her cunt — biting down on your lower lip as you spread her lips, bush messy with her slick and finger tracing down her slit, eliciting a sharp moan from Abby as her hips lift from the bed. “Fuuuck—” Abby pants, feeling as her hips are forced back down.
She expects to hear you say something, but there’s just silence as your finger moves against her pussy again. When she cranes her head to look down at you, she’s almost rendered breathless due to the downright starved expression on your face. Your eyes are dark, your chest rising and falling fast as you look at the wrecked state of Abby’s pussy, her thick, hooded clit throbbing and aching with need.
“Are you… Gonna do something” Despite trying to sound like she’s got some fight left in her, the words only sound needy with how breathy she speaks. “Or just… Watch it?”
You don’t respond still, instead narrowing your eyes up at Abby before your hand comes down to lightly slap at her pussy in warning. “O-Oh shit!” the other woman yelps, biting down on her bottom lip to try and ground herself but she’s barely finished taking a breath before she’s gasping for the next.
Your mouth is pressed to her cunt, tongue dragging a flat line down from her puffy clit to her hole before your lips wrap fully around the needy bundle of nerves. The more she moans at the feeling, the more your tongue laps at her and her arousal drips down your chin despite your own desperation to swallow every drop.
Abby’s dirty fantasies from earlier seem to be coming to mind when she looks down at you between her thighs, the muscles straining to be good and keep open as you lay a hand on her abdomen and eat her out with fervor. How long she’d waited to feel you touch her, feel the heat of your mouth, the suction of you and the tense muscle of your tongue and now she feels like she’s far too wound up, too on edge to have savoured the feeling before she feels the knot in her stomach tightening, heat blooming at her core before she’s coming loudly, hands moving to the sides of the bed as she grips each side of the bedframe.
There’s a crack sound in the wooden frame but it’s muffled by Abby’s shameless cries, thighs shaking as she chases your tongue, lapping at her cunt messily as you swallow every last drop of her release until she finally presses her large palm to your forehead to push you away.
Abby’s chest, painted with a layer of sweat and red, rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, but she smiles when you stand from between her legs and lay beside her. You let her take her time, brushing the loose hairs that came loose from her braid and peppering her face with kisses until they started to dip lower, along her jaw and down her neck.
“That was— wow” The blonde huffs out, her own hand coming up to brush your own hair out of your face. Your lips are dark, hair slightly messy from where her fingers may have sank into it before she realised.
“Don’t settle down so fast, Abby.” Your voice is like honey as you keep pressing kisses into her skin, throwing your leg over her hips and straddling the barbarian. One last kiss, though more of an effort to mark her throat, before you sit up and look at Abby. “I feel like we’ve got a lot of catching up to do and I don’t think we’re ever gonna get the alone time we’re getting right now again, so we might as well make use of it”
Abby’s nodding, her own blue eyes darkening at the thought. It’s not long before she’s pulling your dress from your body, the sounds from her room muffled by the celebrations in the tavern until the early hours of the morning.
"please baby?" Abby whines, fingers digging into your scalp. "please go faster I..." she cuts herself off with a whiny moan. your tongue goes into a point to rub her clit directly. her legs are beside your head and they flex, trying not to close around you. "oh fuck" she gasp, feeling you go faster. her hands grip your hair and she grinds up into your tongue, filling your mouth with her cunt. "I wanna cum- please..." Abby groans, hips stuttering as she tries to grind into your lapping tongue. "come on baby..." you coo, muffled. "you can do it, cum for me" you suck on her clit and she cums almost immediately. "oh fuckfuckfuck- yes ahh" she gasps, abs flexing and breathy moans coming out. With every buck of her hips into your tongue the headboard bumps against the wall, but still it's unable to drown out the sounds of your mouth working her through her orgasm and the string of moans and curses leaving her puffy pink lips."oh god...look at you..." Abby sighs, smiling and head lulling back onto the pillow as you come out from her between her thighs, lower face covered in slick and a goofy grin spread across your face.
hii hehe,just before I request I wanted to say thaf I enjoy your fics a lot!! But do you think I could get Abby who gets home late fron partol to reader sound asleep but she’s just so needy and pent up from today patrol she can’t keep her hands to herself? It could be dom or sub doesn’t matter just need her to grind my ass
The promise.
a/n: I'm so sorry it took me forever! Also I suck at writing smut so I hope this lives up to your expectations. I'd really appreciate feedback from you!
cw: porn with barely minimum plot, somnophilia, ass humping (r!receiving), strap-on usage (a!receiving), dom!reader, sub!abby, hair pulling.
wc: 2200k.
As always, Abby had lost rock paper scissors against whoever-the-fuck it was this time. And as always, now she'd have to do the latest patrol, as you so much hated since you didn't have your pretty girl to cuddle you and help you sleep.
Now, Abby was frustratingly getting ready for patrol. As it was spring, she didn't need to put much clothes on. Easier to take off. You stared at her up and down as she took off her pajama shorts and tank top, leaving her in only her underwear. She acted so nonchalant while you were getting wetter and wetter with every single move she made, it was frustrating.
"You look so hot." You praised her, looking up at the big woman from your place on the bed. Your voice came out sultrier than ever, you were so turned on.
The look in your eyes, fiery, almost predatory, didn't go unnoticed by Abby. She carved a need in you so effortlessly it almost scared her, like you would never get tired of playing with her pink little hole. It was also one of the things she loved about you.
Abby's initial instinct when she noticed the tone in your voice was to look at the clock in your bedside table. She was already late.
"We can't, babe." She warned you as she put a grey tank top on that hugged her figure and made her biceps stand out.
"Why not? You'll be a few minutes late." You insisted with fake innocence, sitting up and already taking off your shorts.
"Last time you said that you tied me up for three hours." She retorted sternly as she finished pulling her pants up, trying to sound resentful as if she hadn't loved it. You snickered internally at the memory.
"You should learn about forgiveness." You said with a roll of your eyes as you took Abby's your oversize shirt off.
"When I get home you can fuck me." She promised you with a smile, showing her eagerness in her oh so beautiful eyes.
"But it's like... Three hours!" You complained. "I'll have to wait too much." You pouted slightly.
"Go to bed early, yeah? I'll eat you up as soon as I come back." The golden haired girl asked you gently, about to close the door behind her instead of giving up to your desires.
"No, baby, I promise I won't." You reassured fervently, even if she was asking for quite the opposite.
"I'll wake you up." She promised, as many times before.
"You're lying." You accused her, seeing right trough her lie.
Abby always told you white lies, and it was irritating at times. Telling you she'd wake you up when she came from a late patrol, saying she's not injured, lying to protect your poor heart. But it felt just annoying sometimes, so annoying you wanted to push her against the nearest surface and finger her until she forgot her own name.
"I'm not. I'll wake you up, yeah?" She insisted softly.
You wanted to make sure she woke you up this time. You sat up and walked to her, holding her hand and bringing specifically her middle and ring finger to your cunt. You moved your panties to the side and massaged yourself with her fingers, wettening quickly due to the slick that formed just by just seeing her changing clothes.
As you did that, you stared up at her, looking right into her blue eyes.
"You'll wake me up, will you?" You asked as you rubbed her fingers against your clit desperately, making you gasp.
"I..." She was at loss for words; you never failed to turn her on. "I will." She affirmed, a bit more surely this time as her voice turned breathy.
She quickly pulled her hand away from your underwear and walked out quickly before the temptation took over her and you found yourself dressing up again with annoyance.
You'd stay up, waiting for her. You'd show her.
Abby entered the house, tired from staying up for so long. Luckily she was not hurt; she didn't even face any infected or scar. It had been a quiet and unnecessary patrol, but at least she had had Manny by her side to keep her awake.
Even if in the first hour of patrol she had been eagerly thinking about coming back home and riding your thigh, or taking your fingers, or whatever you wanted her to do, she was too tired to wake you up and have sex. You could do it in the morning, like always.
That's the opinion she maintained until she opened the door to your shared room. There you were, as beautiful as a devil, sleeping like an angel. The only piece of clothing you had on was that lacy g string she loved so much, face down with a pillow between your legs. Her pillow.
All the neediness you gave her before patrol came back and crashed her down like a tsunami, drowning her in lust at the mere sight of your sleeping form as the ache between her thighs returned.
You had, indeed, did that on purpose, ensuring you fell asleep on that position.
She wouldn't wake you up, not when you looked so tired... She would be quiet, and gentle. Your ass was already up, maybe she could hump it. You had done the same with her other times and she woke up, but that was because she was a light sleeper... It wouldn't be the same for you.
As she finished reasoning, she quickly walked to the bathroom to clean her hands and came back to the bed. In a record time, she got rid of her boots and clothes, trying not to make any noise.
She jumped to the bed beside you and started rubbing slow, strong circles around her pulsating clit while she stared at your sleeping self, all quiet and pretty. It was all good until she realised she needed more.
Then she tried straddling your thigh and grinding on it. After one or two minutes, she gave up. It wasn't good enough.
She finally moved to your ass, which provided her the firmness she needed, the flesh being jiggly and perfect for her to ride, as if your ass was made for her to grind her pussy against it.
Time passed by as she grew needier and faster. Her pace slowly but surely grew rougher, her whimpers louder, and you already were soaked with her juices and she wasn't even that close to cumming.
A particularly rough grind, followed by a loud cry of your name, abruptly brought you back to lucidness. You felt Abby's weight over you, and at first you just didn't care. You fucked her when she wa asleep, she did too. No worries.
But then you remembered her promise.
The way she was using your poor sleeping body for herself, not even deigning to keep her word and wake you up to fuck you made your blood boil. How could she break such an important promise?
You waited until you felt her get weaker, her hands trembling at your sides. That's when you shifted, trying to get up and ruining her orgasm, what left Abby frozen in a mix of excitement and fear. You could be dangerous when she wasn't good or honest.
She immediately got off of you and you turned around, feeling her wetness all over your right buttcheek.
"I thought I told you to wake up." You reminded her, your voice already threatening even if you were still under the effect of sleepiness.
"Babe, you looked so peaceful sleeping..." She excused herself, her voice trembling and breathy. "I just wanted to cum." She said weakly with those doe eyes you loved, rubbing her thighs together as she tried to get back the pleasure she was feeling a few moments ago, but it was no use.
"Ass up now." You commanded, opening the drawer to take your clear strap. You quickly put it on, adjusting it, and climbed to the bed. You were still sleepy.
By the time you had finished adjusting it, Abby was already in her fours, back arched and her big, juicy ass on display just for you.
"Hmm, and now you're pretending to be a good girl." You said mischievously as you kneeled in front of her. "But I don't think you were. You promised to wake me up." You brought it up again, your voice cruel as you held the fake dick in your hand and introduced her in her mouth.
She tried to talk, but all that came out was a choked gagging. You took the strap out, wettened by her saliva in a way that made your walls clench.
"I'm so sorry. Didn't want to disturb your sleep." She gasped out, seemingly desperate for you to use your strap in her cunt and not just making her suck it.
"Too late." You retorted, and she knew from that tone in your voice that she wouldn't be treated any nicely.
"Please fuck me." She begged you, staring at you from her position.
"I was already planning on doing so." You admitted, your voice softening for a moment. "But first, suck it." You commanded, pushing your dick into her mouth roughly; she barely had time to open her mouth.
You spent around three minutes just making her suck your strap, making sure she got desperate. You didn't feel anything but an almost nonexistent brush against your clit, but the sight of her swallowing as much as she could from you almost made you feel like the silicone was a part of you, filling her mouth with precum.
Your clit pulsed so violently that you just pulled her braid back to stop her. You leaned against the headboard, still kneeling.
"Please." She pleaded almost religiously, as she should. Her blue orbs stared right into your soul, filling it with a sinful mix of compassion and lust. You would've loved to make her suck your strap and beg for you much more, but you also needed her. You yanked at her braid a little harder, earning a soft moan from her throat.
"There's no please. If you want me then fuck yourself on me." You replied simply in an icy yet mocking tone, hoping to fullfill your own needs.
She turned around and positioned herself with her ass right against your strap. She started moving up and down, letting the tip of the silicone rub against her, making her even more wet than she was already from her previous orgasm.
She then finally let your dick slide easily inside of her, letting out a soft whimper of relief.
"You're so wet." You mocked her.
"I just missed this..." She sighed out as she started bouncing back against you, using enough force so she was hitting your clit just the way you needed it.
Her braid was right there, adorning her back, inviting you. You yanked it back, drawing out a gasp from her and seemingly motivating her to get herself off on you with more force than before. Her pace was slow, but firm. Her ass bounced and slapped against you in that way that would leave you dazzled and drooling every time.
She grew needier and needier as time passed by, becoming more desperate and unable to speed up due to the position in which she was. You noticed she was close to cumming, probably due to her own arousal rather than because of the little amount of pleasure she was receiving from you.
You noticed her legs started trembling. That's when you placed your hands in her waist and started slamming your hips against her with no mercy, not only for her but also because you needed more friction against your clit.
You felt so close now that you were the one strapping her and not her fucking herself on you since you could apply as much force as you needed for the base of the strap to rub your clit just right. Your climax was slowly approaching you, and so was Abby's.
You started thrusting faster and harder. Since the whole time you hadn't made a move, you had enough stamina to fuck her as hard as you wanted, slamming into her walls rapidly.
"Can I... Babe..." She cried out loudly, clearly affected by your pace. Your hand gripped the back of her hips tightly, moving them as you pleased against you to get that sweet relief you needed.
"Yes! Oh my god, Abby, yes!" You screamed, already cumming. A loud moan followed by a trail of curses came out of your mouth as you moved faster, riding out your orgasm.
Abby's orgasm crashed her like a wave, slow but intense enough to drown her in pleasure.
"Fuck! Yes baby there there there...." She begged until she started babbling stupidly, encouraging you to push the strap deeper and deeper inside of her pretty pussy.
You kept going and ruthing your dick into her at that same relentless pace until she started sobbing and gripping the bed sheets hard. You weren't really into overstimulation; seeing Abby uncomfortable made your heart twist and clench and want to stop working. So as soon as you noticed her orgasm had already gone, you gave her one last thrust before sliding out of her entrance and kissing her cheek.
"Eat me out as you promised and we'll go to sleep, alright?" You asked demanded her sweetly.
sub!abby who was completely inexperienced with women when she met you.
sub!abby who’s face goes red the second your hands graze her firm abs.
sub!abby who turns into a moaning mess just from having her pretty girl rubbing her nipples.
“yeah…that feel good, abs? so sensitive baby.”
sub!abby who could stay between your legs forever. she could get off just from you riding her pretty face or pulling her face into your slick cunt by her hair.
sub!abby who loves tribbing. the feeling of your warm cunt on hers sends her into overdrive.
sub!abby who accidentally calls you mommy while sitting in your lap, you lazily circling her clit.
“f-feels good, mommy. wait- shit. didn’t mean to say that-”
sub!abby who can’t keep her mouth off your tits. she’ll suckle your nipple for hours if she could, staring up at you with those puppy eyes the whole time.
sub!abby who will let you scratch the shit out of her back with your pretty nails.
sub!abby who still tops, whining and begging for you to sit on her strap and use her to cum.
“please ride my cock, mommy. want you to use me. use my body to get off.”
sub!abby who falls asleep almost immediately after sex, snoring and drooling all over your chest.
