cw: nsfw and sfw themes ahead. mentions of a strap, sex, bondage, public sex, pussy eating, etc.
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𝐬𝐟𝐰:
✶ she developed her webs in joel's garage. he damn near had a heart attack when he caught her stuck to the ceiling of her room after her taking a "sick day" from school. very early stages of her spider-woman era, but joel still teases her about it. he tells you the story once ellie lets him know that you know.
✶ she has a bad habit of not pulling her punches. she can't quite help it — joel didn't raise her to play nice with others like that. especially others who like to prey on innocent people.
✶ she doesn't like calling herself a super-hero. she's not one, really. she'd say she's a vigilante more than anything else. she's very adamant about it. its endearing.
✶ she absolutely loves giving the cops a hard time and she takes credit for every bad guy that gets caught. she's known for making them go on wild goose chases and exhausting their "resources" too. she makes them work for the arrest. if she's busting her ass every night, they should be too. joel (captain miller...) is not very fond of it.
✶ speaking of captain joel, thats the only reason she really helps the cops. otherwise, she wouldn't be handing them these arrests. there's certain things the cops can't do that a vigilante can. and if captain joel turns a blind eye, so will everyone else.
✶ because she's got a healing factor, she smokes. she smokes more around the holidays. she’ll go through a pack a week if she doesn’t reel herself in. she usually doesn’t, honestly, but such is life.
✶ she loves seeing little kids dressed as her. she does her best to interact with them when she's making rounds.
✶ villains don't really like fighting her because she doesn't dodge. she'll take the hits because she just doesn't care. its a sight to see, really — this chick with her suit ripped up, hands relaxed at her sides, staring straight at whoever just threw the punch. make sure to clear the area if she starts laughing.
✶ she has perfectly curated playlists for her swinging sessions. only join her if you're prepared to invest in good headphones so she can share her playlist.
✶ she takes you around the city if you don't want to take the train, bus or a taxi. its just easier, honestly.
✶ super dork. loves comic books and she was ecstatic to design her first suit. she keeps it in the back of her closet to look at every now and then.
✶ she's a photographer for the local paper. guess who always gets the best angles of spider-woman?
𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰:
✶ she uses her webs for things she probably shouldn't. she likes tying you up and using you to her hearts content. she'll web your mouth shut if you don't quiet down.
✶ she's insanely strong so if she's out of webs, she'll just hold you down herself. she's got a bad habit of doing it anyway.
✶ she's also very flexible. it comes in handy when you want to have your way with her, too — knees pushed to her shoulders, your tongue lapping up every drop of slick that drips out of her cunt.
✶ she loves fucking you with the mask on. you don't admit to having fantasized about it, but she clocks you as soon as you guide her hands to your ass one night after she came back from patrol.
✶ she'll take you to the highest skyscraper just to fuck you over the edge. it takes a few times to get used to the swoop! in your stomach when she takes you up there the first few times, but now its just a part of the foreplay.
✶ she'll snatch you up when you least expect it and then eat you out in an alleyway if she's missing you that bad. she just can't help it.
✶ she really likes roleplaying, specifically when you pretend to be in trouble and she comes around to rescue you. how else do you expect to repay her if not by riding her strap?
✶ she's very possessive when she's a civilian with you. and she hates that she can't be loud and proud about it when she has the mask on. at the end of the day, though, its her tongue in your cunt as you whimper her name. such is life when your girlfriend is spider-woman.
✶ she's the worst at flirting but can't help dirty talk in bed. it just falls off the tongue.
[small little thing inspired by the recent caption on a pic of tommy on the tlou instagram 🤎 pics from @iamasaddie tysm for ur posts 🫶🏻 ]
you can always count on tommy.
you can count on him to show up on time. knocking on your door, ready for patrol. a rifle slung over one shoulder and a backpack on the other. snow crunching underneath his boots. the freckles on his nose scrunching as his bright smile greeted you.
you can count on him to be prepared. to have an extra hair tie for you while out in the heat of summer. his hair already in a bun, and your hair hanging loosely around your face, getting in the way. he understood what you needed. he always did. he’d slip the thin black tie from his wrist and hand it to you.
you can count on him to be there for you. showing up after a bad patrol, one where you were paired with a newcomer and faced a group of clickers that resulted in a close call. he swore he’d never let you go without him again while he wrapped you in a blanket and wiped blood from your cheek, his dark brown eyes full of concern.
you can count on him to take care of you. even with one too many drinks in his system, you could always count on tommy to walk you home. his plaid jacket snug around your frame, the wool inside unbearably warm even in the brutal jackson winter. the smell of him filled your nose. his fingers in such close proximity, brushing yours as you walked.
for so long he was unable to look anywhere but your lips when you spoke. sneaking peeks of your backside when you bent over in those jeans that fit you so well. watching you as you moved so easily in his kitchen, grabbing things for the meal you were making just for the two of you. he needed you just as much as you needed him. he just wanted to make you feel good. so he did his best to make sure you could count on him.
when you got to your front porch, directly across from his, he couldn’t help but kiss you.
and you definitely could always count on him to make you feel good. against your front door, his tongue would find its way into your mouth. inside on your couch, he lapped at your pussy, mustache drenched with hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them to your chest, offering whines showing you just how much he’d wanted this. upstairs in your bed, fucking you into your mattress at a slow pace letting you feel every inch, groaning at just how well you took him.
you knew you could always count on tommy. for everything.
dads best friend!abby scenario cause why the hell not.
cw: sexual themes mdni, age gap, abby’s a cocky but charming asshole, power dynamics-ish?
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— "Oh and honey? Doctor Anderson's coming over for dinner"
Everything felt oppressively hot and everything felt impossibly tight. The food seared your tongue, humid steam rising from the vegetables on your plate causing your throat to constrict and your eyes to sting with tears. Your right hand was clenched in a tight fist, left hand gripping your fork like it might grow legs and run away if you let go of your grasp. Your tights were itching relentlessly, tank top strap kept sliding off of your shoulder and built itself a home down your arm. Your lipgloss felt too sticky and your palms too clammy, you felt agitated, uncomfortable and way too goddamn nervous.
You felt consumed.
You didn’t know why.
Sure, Doctor Anderson was attractive, with palms twice bigger than yours. She wore a tight fitted muscle tee that had you squinting then turning your head around fast enough to crack your neck, noticing a goddamn six pack poking through maroon fabric. And yeah, she had an intoxicating scent of pine and wood and a hint of pepper that made your eyes nearly roll back inside of your skull, voice silky smooth, thighs firm and muscular, eyes icy blue, a smile that made you melt and all that stupid jazz,
but none of these things were a good enough explanation to why you were feeling this way — dazed, stupid, all bothered.
She sat down on the dinner table’s leather chair in a manspread as if she owned the place, and her thighs bulked up even more, veins of her arms becoming more prominent. She always knew what to say, and when you cracked a joke about orthopedic surgeons she cheekily told you to “watch it” — which made you thickly gulp and sheepishly smile down to the floor like your idol from age thirteen just told you they want to marry you and have you forever.
You needed an ice bath, but she also wouldn’t stop goddamn looking at you, even when you made it clear that eye contact with the surgeon, your father’s best friend, was a task that you apparently couldn’t manage to complete.
Her look made you nervous, and when she narrowed her eyes you nearly choked on a carrot, and when your father asked you “What’s wrong, kid?” you couldn’t even answer because what was wrong — was that you had to cross your legs together cause of some aching down there, and what was wrong is that his best friend made you feel like you were losing your mind at 9pm with a fork glued to your palm.
So you lied.
“M’just... tired, I guess” you murmured, then fake yawned, then internally cringed at yourself for performing the worlds fakest goddamn yawn.
“Already?” he voiced, shifting his gaze towards a visibly amused Abby. “Quite the night owl, that one... usually”
"What can I say, dad, loooong day" answered you, with a syrupy voice she wanted to stick her fingers inside and lick.
Abby chuckled, then smirked at you even though the response wasn’t directed at her. Then, she looked over to your father who was gnawing on some overcooked steak.
“She’s a kid, needs to get her sleep”
You scoffed, which made doctor Anderson poke the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “What...?” she murmured cockily, cracking a toothy grin. Your tights felt tight again, glued to your hot flesh, then you realized why they fucking call them tights because dammit they really are tight.
“I'm not a kid, can, y’know... drink, and stuff. Plus... M'busy, with... College"
You sounded like a damn idiot. All Abby did was chuckle and tilt her head back slightly, leaning further back in her chair.
“T'aw, I know, What'ryou studying again? Fashion science?”
You scoffed, crossing your arms. That bitch.
"Sorry I don't wanna go to medical school and spend seven years of my life sticking my hands down a corpse"
So you didn’t go to your room after that, caught up in a whirlwind of proving a point. You stayed stubbornly with your feet glued to the floor and listened to Abby and your father ramble and yap on about work shenanigans. Usually, you’d semi doze off at this point, go on your phone and occasionally throw a snarky remark, but this was different. She was different than any of his other friends. Abby was actually funny, she didn’t brag too much, and if she did it faded quick cause she really was that good.
Abby threw a reference to a book you thought no one else had read except for you. You timidly lifted your gaze and remarked, “Oh, i read that book, actually”
Abby smiled and flattened her hands on the wooden table. “Smart cookie, huh? Did you like it?”
You batted your eyelashes like a kitten seeking more strokes at the praise, not noticing that body language of yours.
But she did.
You talked about the book for a solid ten minutes. Your father was the one, surprisingly, to go on his phone and faux-snort when he felt excluded from the conversation ran by two intellectuals and a giant elephant who goes by the name of "Tension", in the middle of the room.
Abby made you laugh and she made you think and she listened to your anecdotes. It made you buzz with electricity, and it made you yearn for her attention.
it also made her long for yours.
Your father interrupted by showing Abby a picture from work. When her eyes lowered to his phone, she shot you a lingering gaze and a smirk. You, feeling a rush of heat to your cheeks, shyly looked away.
It was tight everywhere all over again.
So they talked more about work, Abby’s patients, their coworkers, Doctor Martha’s chicken pot pie, Doctor Johnson’s bizarre antics, the glass door no one bothered on calling to be fixed, blah blah blah, an endless stream of chatter.
And you listened, you listened with rapt attention, every ounce of your focus aimed at the prospect of another one-on-one conversation with Abby. Each time the older woman casted you with a quick glance, you flushed even harder. You waited, and waited and waited but your father was a blabber mouth, and you were oh so impatient,
you began mindlessly kicking the wooden table's legs.
Your sock-covered feet shifted restlessly from side to side, then you tucked them beneath your chair and resumed kicking, the movements gaining force. You curled your toes and continued to play with the table's handles. Abby winced, but you didn’t pay her any mind. You kicked again, with more force now.
You sighed.
Abby cleared her throat, and her cheeks suddenly bore a faint crimson blush. You couldn't help but notice, hm, must be the red wine finally catching on to her form. Ignoring, you kicked again, and the doctors back straightened and she stiffened in response. Your father asked her a question, and Abby… stammered.
“Yeah, that guys… uh— yeah”
You rested your chin on your hands and lightly tapped your fingertips against your cheeks thrice.
Then you kicked again, harder, you were bored and restless, waiting, give me some attention, Abby —
And then, you felt a pair of shoes encase your feet, ankles creating a cage around yours. It was then and only then that you had the startling realization: you hadn't been kicking the table at all. Instead, you had been unknowingly engaged in a game of footsies beneath the table with a goddamn world class surgeon.
And oh god did you want to die.
And oh god did abby sport a shit eating grin on her face that only you seemed to catch.
You froze, not even able to release your feet from her iron like grip. Unmistakably, she didn’t seem to release her grip either. So she kept them there, caged and locked.
“Alright,” your father sighed and cleared his throat. “Got some cuban cigars in the yard, shall we?” he gestured towards Abby, who was still holding your feet in her tight grasp.
“Yeah, go ‘head, I’ll just clear the table” she murmured absentmindedly. So kind and polite, huh?
You father chuckled and tapped abby on her shoulder, as he rose from his sit and straightened his back. “Nah, let the kid handle it”
Abby shot you a glance. Your pupils were dilated and your chest heaved rapidly up and down.
“She's not a kid, remember?”
Abby let go of your feet and you rose from the chair with such haste, you nearly had whiplash. When you lifted your plate, staying mute, looking like a deer caught in headlights as your father paced towards the yard, Abby gazed at you, and her eyebrow arched up in utter amusement.
“You uh, play soccer, by any chance?” quipped her, crossing her arms on her firm hard muscular chest.
You gulped.
“Huh?”
Abby lifted her wine glass to her lips, taking a sip that left a glistening sheen on her bottom lip. A chuckle escaped her.
“Jus’, y’know… with all the kicking, and everything. I mean, let a girl take you out for a drink before you do all that, yeah?”
You stood in shock, you didn’t speak, didn’t mutter a word, merely humming in response. Abby grabbed the plates from your hand, and then she grabbed the salt.
She furrowed her eyebrows and huffed. “M'just ’joking, smart cookie. If you wanna play, let's play"
Then you heard your father’s voice down the hall.
“Sweetheart?” he paced closer as Abby walked towards the sink. He leaned over the wall,
“forgot to mention it to you but, Abby’s staying over for the weekend”
summary: you and abby come across a river after patrol, stopping to clean yourselves (and each other) off.
warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex (abby receiving), scissoring, established relationship
as abby stripped off her clothes and waded into the gurgling river. it was spring now and the warm, bright sun was peeking through the clouds, the stream still cold enough to send goosebumps along abby’s pale skin and pebble her now nude nipples. she looked up at you, her long braid cascading down her chest in waves like the water rushing around her.
“c’mon baby, get in.” her eyes crinkled with her smile, her pink, full lips curving up. she bent down, washing the dirt and stink off of herself, eager to feel clean again. she was waist deep now, the trail of hair on her lower stomach just barely peeking over the ripples. your eyes caught on the curls, coursing along her abs and defined v-line. your mouth salivated, aching to run your tongue down it.
you began the process of undressing, wishing the hassle would be over already and you could get your hands on your girl. every second of unzipping your boots, emptying your weapons of their holsters, and peeling your fabric off of your skin felt like eternity to you. when you were down to just your undergarments, you glanced around, scanning for any attackers or infected.
once you were sure that the coast was clear, you unclasped your bra and let your tits fall, watching abby’s reaction, her eyes trained on their fullness. her gaze wandered down your body, falling on your panties.
“take ‘em off.” it wasn’t a suggestion. she was hungry, and she wasn’t sheepish about it. you could tell by the lustful glint in her eyes. your fingers followed her command, fingertips looping around the hem and pulling them down to your feet before stepping out of them and towards the water.
abby waded to you, arm outreached. you placed your hand in hers, gentle but sure, as she led you deeper into the chilled river.
“fuck, ab, it’s freezing!”
she chuckled and you could practically hear her smirk through the laugh, “then c’mere.”
she yanked you to her chest, your head falling in the lull between her neck and shoulder, pert breasts touching. you groaned at the sensation, taking her tit in your palm, massaging it. her hands had wandered down to your lower back, grabbing a handful of your ass. you moaned and leaned further into her, breathing her familiar scent in deep.
she bent lower, scooping handfuls of water and spilling them along your arms, shoulders, and torso, rubbing the dirt away. rivulets of water dribbled down your bodies, running along the grooves and lines of your warm skin, catching the sunlight and shining.
you brushed a stray hair behind her ear, fingers grazing her strong jaw bone. this was the first time you’ve seen her- seen her jaw relaxed, no longer tight and twitching with anger- in a long, long time. your heart swelled at the sight. you kissed her, sweet and lasting, firmly holding the sides of her face in between your hands. she groaned into your mouth, hers opening and tongue sliding along yours.
abby pulled back, immediately kissing along your neck, lips suckling at the taut skin. her lips traveled down to your clavicle before sucking your nipple into her mouth. you let out a moan at the sensation, fingers tangling in her hair. she groaned as well, the vibration of her mouth on your tit sending chills down your spine. you could stand here, in this river with her forever, reveling in the bliss of it all.
“abs?”
“yeah babe?”
“wanna eat you out,” you slurred, syllables warbled by pleasure. she released your breast and kissed you furiously, stealing your breath. her hands clasped the nape of your neck, grip tightening by her want for you. she began walking you backwards towards the bank of the river, water becoming shallower with each step.
you laid her down on the grassy patch of the bank, following her down and straddling her hips. your hands ran down the hard lines of her shoulders, chest, and stomach, eventually running through the patch of hair covering her cunt. your body followed the movement of your hands, moving down until you were sat in front of her pussy, bare and ready for you.
“so pretty for me, abs. such a pretty pussy,” you muttered, hands bracing her thick, muscular thighs and spreading them, revealing her wet cunt. you leaned forward, pressing kisses to the skin around her glistening hole, making her clench around nothing.
abby groaned, head falling back against the grass, hands resting on the crown of your head. you looked up at her, as your mouth licked a long stripe up her cunt, and settling on her swollen clit. her thick thighs trembled around your head, chest heaving with pleasure.
you spit on her cunt, letting the saliva drip down to her opening, slowly pushing one finger into her tight hole. she moaned, the grip on your hair tightening while you thrusted slowly in and out of her.
“oh my god, baby, so fucking good,” she gasped.
“yeah, well you taste so fucking good,” you replied, tongue licking along her clit, removing your finger and diving down to tongue her sopping cunt. she whined loudly, eyes hooded and filled with lust.
abby sat up suddenly, halting your movements, before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a searing kiss. she then swiftly grabbed you and flipped you over, her body now caging you in. you let out a whine at the sight above you. the lines of her muscles were catching the sunlight, casting shadows into the grooves. you ran your hands up her body and settled your palms on her tits again, playing with her nipples.
she leaned back, sitting on her haunches. she grasped your leg, draping it over her shoulder, and situating herself in between your thighs like a puzzle piece. her cunt brushed lightly against yours, igniting a gasp to fall from your lips at the wet pleasure of it all.
abby began grinding her hips down on yours, eyes hooded and mouth agape. you threw your head back, overcome with pleasure and the sight in front of you. you gripped her thigh, nails marking divots in her skin.
“oh, fuck, abby. fuck, so good,” you babbled, her hips grinding faster, sopping cunt fucking and rubbing against your own. her palms found your tits again, squeezing and pinching at your raised nipples, making you moan.
both of you were close. the way her hips became fast and crazed told you that much, and you could feel the metaphorical string in your lower belly pulling tighter and tighter, bound to snap at any moment.
“ngh- fuck, i’m so close baby,” she mumbled through her moans and heavy breathing, blue eyes locking with yours, keen on watching you come undone on her cunt. the pleasure was building, your swollen clit beaming at the attention she was giving it.
“abby,” you moaned- nearly shouting her name, as she scissored you roughly, chasing her own high. your pleasure rose, climbing up that steady hill of satisfaction, your peak just seconds away. abby’s hips stuttered, her clit bumping against yours furiously.
pleasure coursed through your nerves as your orgasm shook through you, legs shaking around abby as she came as well, mouth ajar and eyes rolled back into her skull. she groans sexily, fingers gripping into the fat of your ass as her hips stilled, clit still pounding in sync with yours.
you reached up, fingers brushing her soft, blonde hair out of her face, “you’re so beautiful baby,” you whisper, heart full. she smiled and leant down to capture your mouth in hers.
Abby sighed peacefully as she watched you search for your clothes with satisfaction. It shouldn’t have happened, not again. But it’s always been complicated, you couldn’t resist her. “It won’t happen, ever again…” you said. “We were supposed to talk.”
Abby chuckled and sat down against the headboard, all sweaty and breathless. “You don’t have to leave right away.” She looked outrageously good, standing by the bed and putting on some boxers. “We’ve already had this conversation two weeks ago.”
“It’s different this time.” you responded, eyes bright and cheeks still flushed. “I’m trying to move— Listen, I’m seeing someone who’s really nice to me and I won’t let anyone ruin it.” Abby scoffed, unconvinced. “It’s over.”
“Sure…” Abby mumbled, approaching you. “You should’ve thought about that thirty minutes ago.” you sighed. “Come on— Don’t you think it’s cute how we always end up having sex, it’s almost an addiction.”
And there it was: Abby Anderson’s damn cocky smirk. You hated it as much as you secretly loved it. The blond seemed too amused, increasing your annoyance as you looked away, searching for something else to focus on rather than the woman’s abs.
“It’s over, Abby.” you repeated quietly. “I mean it.” You sounded unsure, tormented by your own words as you looked back at her beautiful face. “We can’t see each other anymore, we shouldn’t—” Abby’s eyes narrowed, hands reaching to grab yours. “Please— Don’t.”
Abby frowned as you pulled away. “Who is it?” You could feel the woman’s sudden irritation and frustration growing towards you as she waited, arms crossed. “Tell me!”
“It’s none of your business.” Abby nodded, threateningly. “We’re not together, you’ve made it clear, many times. I don’t owe you shit.” you trembled as she stared at you silently.
She chuckled. “You’re gonna have to explain to your little girlfriend how you ended up with a brand new hickey.” you glanced at the sensitive bruise in the mirror and rolled your eyes. “Don’t even start, because I don’t recall you complaining about it earlier today. In fact, you were begging me to fuck you—”
“Seriously? You’re insufferable!” you groaned embarrassedly and headed straight to the exit. You had one weakness: her. Obviously, Abby knew about it and never missed an opportunity to remind it to you.
She reacted immediately, right hand leaning on the wooden door as you tried to open it, slamming it shut. She moved it down to your wrist, spinning you around to look at you with concern.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked quietly. “Oh— Don't you remember what happened to you, the last time you tried to run away from me? At this party, in the bathroom?” Abby radiated so much confidence, insolence and charm. She didn’t even know how much it affected you, thank god. “Shit— You came so hard on my fingers, you couldn’t even walk properly afterwards…”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you responded, flustered and annoyed, glancing at the woman’s mouth. Of course you remembered, the suffocating heat and the obscenities still fresh in your mind. “Jesus— Fuck you.” you murmured, craving the blond’s touch again. She looked too good, too sinful to be true.
Abby smiled. “Beg me.” She wanted to give in as much as you. It was consuming, almost unbearable. You stared at each other with need, too stubborn to let the other one win. “Do you really think anyone else could fuck you this good?” You felt weak and vulnerable as you stumbled back into the door like an idiot. “Tell me.” Abby leaned forward, trapping you against it. “Come on— Answer me.” she murmured near your ear.
“I—” you swallowed hard, throat dry. “We hooked up.” you admitted timidly. The blond frowned and snorted, confused. “I hooked up with her…”
“You did not—” Abby huffed, teeth clenched. The blond’s eyes hardened and narrowed into slits as she stared at you with disappointment. How could anyone else see such a vulnerable side of you? You belonged to her. “You fucked someone else!” she shouted, stomach twisted in jealousy.
“Come on— Are we really gonna pretend you haven’t been messing around with anyone else behind my back ever since we started to hook up?” you asked. “When we first met, you had a different woman in your bed every single—”
“Tell me.” Abby demanded. “How was it? Did you enjoy it?” The bitterness and the undeniable tension turned you on. Usually, you were the jealous and possessive one. You’ve had to sit and watch Abby flirt with an enormous amount of women for the past months, it’s the blond’s turn now. “Let me guess, it didn’t feel as good as it does with me? So— That’s why you decided to come here tonight, because no one understands your body better than I do.”
You chuckled at the woman’s assumptions, in denial. It wasn’t bad but not great either, the real problem was that you had thought about Abby the entire time. She was right, it was an addiction. She lived in your mind rent free, constantly obstructing your thoughts and feelings on a daily basis. It pissed you off.
“It drives you nuts, doesn’t it?” Abby huffed and smirked, she enjoyed your audacity way too much. “I mean— Think about it, I had sex with someone else, someone else touched me.” Abby remained silent, delighted as she pictured herself spanking the attitude out of you. “Someone else made me scream, made me theirs—”
Abby hummed as you moaned pathetically, the blond’s hand wrapped tightly around your throat. She loved how miserable you looked in this exact moment, only for her. “Watch your mouth…” Abby warned as she pulled it closer to hers. “Or I’ll shut it down myself.”
“Like she did.”
Maybe you shouldn’t have said that, maybe you went too far, on purpose. As soon as the words left your mouth, something switched inside Abby. The conversation turned into a heated argument which led to an animalistic make out session: skin flushed and bruised, curses and obscene ideas shared as she pressed you against the sheets once again. Abby held the headboard with one hand and slammed into you hard and fast, the blond’s messy braid falling to the side.
“Shit— Abby.” you moaned between choked breaths, Abby’s hand moving to your thigh and holding it tight as you wrapped your legs around the woman’s waist.
“Look at you— So beautiful and all spread out for me.” she said and slowed down. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?” And then, she almost lost control as you whined with pleading eyes, wanting more. “Holy shit— You’re gonna be a good girl and let me ruin this pussy all night, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” you moaned in pure bliss. “Please— Abby.”
Jesus Christ, Abby was gone. She wanted to eat you alive, she had never felt so attracted to someone before: you looked like an angel with the nastiest mind ever and she loved it so much. You screamed and wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders as she slammed deeper and deeper into you. You pulled the woman’s warm chest against yours, your swollen lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.
[established relationship, fem!reader, angst, fluff and smut (MDNI)]
a/n: again, so so sorry for the wait 😭😭 i hope you enjoy it!
cw: abby and reader fight, angst, reader is neurodivergent and goes in a slight verbal shutdown, scissoring, oral (r! receiving), fingering (abby receiving), pet names.
word count: 3,1k | not proof read
!reblogs are highly appreciated!
You were thrilled; tired, but thrilled. Inside your backpack sitted a small box with a very expensive gift for the most amazing woman in the entire world, and you were looking forward to finally giving it to her.
It cost you tons of extra work, with more shifts at work and nights awake. During the time being, hiding the idea from her was the hardest part, your excitement so big you had to physically restrain yourself from spilling the secret. In the end all went well, and now you are heading home from the jewelry store after spending all your savings.
The familiar building with old painting called your attention back from your thoughts, you grabbed the keys and noticed shaky hands. Trying to calm yourself, you repeated mentally how she would like it, obviously, that you had nothing to worry about. The way your insecurities made every situation like this a stress was awful, despite your efforts to work on it. It was a long way, after all.
You breathe deeply one last time before opening the door to your apartment, the cozy living room visible from the corridor inside.
"Abs?", you called while taking off your shoes, making sure she was home.
"Hey, babe", her voice came from inside and, while relieved, you also felt a chill in your stomach. "How was your day?"
"You know, the usual…", mostly true; except for the gift, your day was the same. "And yours?"
"People at work got me a cake", the smile on her voice was noticeable. "It's pretty good, I put it on the fridge"
"Nice", your feet made contact with the old wooden floor, the window in the living room giving sight to the other side of the street.
Abby was at the table reading something, probably from her job. She worked so hard, you both did, and you just wanted to give her the world.
"Happy birthday, pretty girl", you kissed her face after leaving the backpack in the corridor, getting a smile and a hug by your waist. "I love you"
"Thanks, babe. Love you too", she looked up just to get more kisses, chuckling.
"I got something for you"
"Oh?", her blue eyes got filled with curiosity and you just wanted to squeeze her adorable face.
Quickly, you got the little box in the backpack and came back, putting it on the table. She was intrigued, especially considering your excitement exhaling from your pores. So she grabbed the small object and opened.
Sitting inside there was a ring. It was a simple silver ring with a golden line around it.
And the room was filled with silence. You could hear the cars outside and the buzz from the people walking, some birds and pigeons flying. You always loved this sound, the mixture of life happening in the world, and it wasn't nothing exaggerated, so you enjoyed it. But right now, due to the anxiety, all you wanted to hear was Abby's voice.
She picked the ring, analyzing it. The blue eyes wandering around the details as she turned it side to side.
"Why… Why did you buy me this?"
This wasn't what you expected to hear.
"You… Didn't like it?" That was the wrong question. You surely wanted to know whether she liked it or not, but it just blurted out because of the emotions, not rational at all. You shouldn't have asked this, because your heart was this close to breaking.
"I… It's beautiful, babe, but this must have been so expensive!", the frown in her brows denounced she was angry. Why was she angry? "We have so much with the house, and I know we work very hard, but we still have stuff to do. And instead you decided to buy me a ring?"
The bubbling inside grew, you wanted to hide. Suddenly you felt self-conscious about your bands and how you didn't know what to do with them while standing there. And the sounds of the cars felt too much.
"It's just… I can't accept it"
"What?" If the look you had on your face didn't denounce the amount of confusion you felt right now, it was a pity. "No, no. Abby, you have to. I worked double shifts for this…"
"That's why you've been getting home late?!" She stood from the chair, still holding the box on one hand and the ring on the other. Was she screaming at you?
"Well, yeah! I needed to get the money, I didn't want to buy it and get debts, so I got the full amount of money", you screamed back, frustrated for doing so.
"Are you serious?!" Her tone. It was angry. Why was she angry? This was supposed to be sweet, it was her birthday, she wasn't supposed to be feeling like this today. Did you do wrong?
"Why are you reacting like this?!" Your heart was beating so fast, face getting warm with the tears coming.
"Because you just worked your ass off to get a stupid ring while we still have stuff to do around the house. You could've got something for the both of us… Or the house!"
With heavy breaths and a confused mind, you took from the smallest pocket of your pants another ring, thinner, matching the one she was holding. Tears started to flood your face against your will, which made you more frustrated. You didn't want to cry. After showing it to her, you put it on the table, making a loud sound that irritated yourself. Abby, silent, stared at it.
"There. It was for us."
Then you went putting your shoes on again, so fucking affected in a way you couldn't put in words. It was just too much.
"What are you doing?"
"Going out. Again. I won't stay here while you're angry, especially because I don't understand why you're angry at me", you turned to her again while grabbing your coat. "I didn't do anything wrong. And, yes, I worked my ass off to get this. You should probably think better about that before I come back, because all I wanted to do was give you something nice, when we're always getting money to make repairs in the apartment and we barely have other stuff to ourselves, anyways"
Without giving her the time to answer, you just stormed out of the apartment, closing the door.
And immediately the cry intensified, which just made you so much worse. You hated to cry in front of people, and the amount of feelings inside right now kept coming up your stomach and forming a knot in your throat. Head aching, body feeling too much all of a sudden, and you just wanted to disappear from the earth. Not even the clouds outside, something you enjoyed to look at, brought you back from this disconnected state.
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By the time you came home, it was already dark. The cars now had headlights on, which made you flinch every time one crossed the street. Still, you kept going until reaching your old building. The lights from your apartment were turned off, and you truly thought Abby was asleep already - even though it wasn't late, it would be much easier.
When you closed the door and flicked the lights, there she was. Sitting on the couch, holding what you noticed to be your ring, the thinner one.
You didn't say a thing. Just took out your shoes, wishing this discussion to be over. Wanting to forget you had this idea anyway.
"Babe…"
"I don't have the energy to fight, Abby" you started to head to the bedroom, craving for some comfort right now and picturing your bed. Body feeling too heavy and head light. "Just… Let me sleep."
"I don't wanna fight", she said, captivating your attention again. You turned around in time to see her getting up, her clothes with tears' stains. Her blushed face confirmed the previous action and your heart sunk into your chest, like a punch in the guts. And you knew she felt the same when noticing your own cried out features. "I'm so sorry, babe…"
"We can do this by the morning", she kept her distance, respectful of your space. It was hard making contact in moments like that for you, and she knew it.
"No, please, let me." When you didn't move, she gave a step into your direction, careful. You stood there, waiting. "I'm sorry. I truly am. I just have been so stressed these days, no matter how hard we work, stuff doesn't seem to work out. And I just want to give you the best, all the time…" more steps, she was closer now and you were allowing it. The truth is that you wanted to hug her, feel her, because she was one of the only people you trusted to touch you in one of those moments, even though a time was necessary. "I got mad because I didn't want you to work so hard to give me something. Sometimes I feel like that's my job, it's hard to accept things"
"You work so hard, and you give me the best all the time, love. You're amazing. That's why I wanted to give you something this time. Spoil you a little bit, because you deserve it too", you murmur, feeling the warmth irradiating from her when she's close enough. "We can… Turn it back if that's your wish"
The blonde shook her head in denial.
"I shouldn't have gone mad at you. Sorry for being a jerk. Truly, if someone is to blame, it is the government. And the rich people making everyday life suck. And this economy", you chuckled lightly, nodding along. She caught your hand carefully, putting the matching ring on your finger. "It looks good on you"
"On you too", you finally made your perception of her ring on her own finger verbal.
"Can you forgive me?" Her blue eyes held honesty and care, all of this while she finally touched your face with both of her strong hands. "Please"
"If you promise not to do this again", the proximity metamorphosed your voice into a whisper, your previous anxiety in pure relief, the tension in need to give in.
Her breath reached your face and you held her by the waist, the strong muscles comforting your senses.
The small kiss bubbled your belly, it was so good. You loved her so much. Loved her taste and how the kiss, now deeper, consumed you whole. Frying your thoughts, taking you away from all the previous madness, noisy rhythm. Her hand on your nape, keeping you close, made you crazy. So little and so much.
Your hands traveled under her shirt, noticing how she wasn't using a top or bra and, all of a sudden, the sensation of her breasts against you was loud.
"I promise", she whispers under the kiss, love-biting your chin. And your chest is so full, you want her so bad from one second to the other.
Giving space to her lips on your neck and walking back when she does so forward, you sigh and pull up the clothing that covers her torso. She helps you finish the task, taking your coat next and pulling close by the waist, your bodies glued and needing to merge. The height difference made her tower you and it drove you crazy, weak knees and needy core.
Abby holds your face up to continue to kiss your neck, unbuckling your pants down until you have to move your feet to take it off completely.
The situation escalates fast enough, soon you're laying on the bed with her buff body on top of yours, hands feeling her muscles as your legs tangle and the wetness on your cores are mixing with friction. She moans, hair getting messy, and she's so hot all over that it has you speechless.
A strong hand wraps around your neck possessively, the way she does to drive you crazy, but she doesn't squeeze. It's just the positioning, the sight of you happily at her mercy, looking so fucking gorgeous as your clits bump into each other and her piercing blue eyes are fixed on your face. Your moans are like music to her ears, pleads for more, gasoline to her fire. Hips going faster, the free hand adjusting your leg so you can be nice and open to welcome perfectly her form. Her skin is blushed, freckles adorning her entirety in innumerous constellations and the muscles flexing compete for your attention.
"You're so good for me, babe", she murmurs, biting her lips as your pussy clenches around nothing and you're so close to coming with the friction. And her eyes fill with lust and passion, the hold loosening and her thumb presses your bottom lip, caressing there.
You just surrender. Partially because it's the natural reaction of your body to Abby: to let her get her way with you, with the knowledge that she'll do well to pleasure you both until you can react to act for yourself. But also because all the previous stress tired you enough. Abby knows it, and her plans involve taking care of you in the best way possible tonight.
Like reading your mind, her hips move faster and you're moaning louder. The sensation of her skin on yours, her pussy rubbing deliciously against yours with all the wetness around and between, your poor sensitive clit receiving friction all the time.
"So fucking pretty, taking me like that", she leans in, eyes glued to your expressions as you frown and holds up your leg like you're physically begging her to fuck you. "Gonna take care of you all night, uh? Come for me, babe, come on"
The idea of her having you all night it's enough to send you off the edge. Your eyes close and your whole body tenses, overwhelmed by her all over you. Your moans are literally whines now, but they vary with your guttural noises.
"So, so beautiful", her tone it's always nice, always pronouncing in a way to comfort you, as she kisses your face and moans with her own high flooding her body.
You just let her move you around like she pleases, now being put laying on your belly. The strong hands soon get into work, massaging your flesh as her lips trail pecks and licks into your skin. Abby takes more time on your ass, groping it.
Due to the position you can't see, but she's staring at you like the most beautiful work of art possible. Like she's infatuated with it, a specific glow in her orbs when she can capture the sight of your wet pussy between your thighs. Fuck, she needs to worship you forever.
The tall woman adjusts herself behind you, pushing your legs so they can give her space. Her strong arms wrap under your thighs and she locks her grip on you and elevates your hips, now face to face to your glistening pussy.
A loud sigh escapes your mouth as soon as her mouth makes contact with your core. Eyes rolling back, you're so sensitive already but you know she won't stop unless you ask her to. She keeps going, using her tongue to caress you whole, up and down, and it's so heavenly good. You can't help but grab the sheets and the pillow, contorting yourself all the time and moaning to show her how fucking done you're getting. How she can easily mess with you in the most profound way in these moments of intimacy.
The whole time she's eating you, you moan and call her name. It's the only way you can verbally externalize what you're feeling now, overflowing with heat and desire. Nipples and head pressed against the mattress, mouth falling open from the constant explicit sounds and head in the clouds due to her hot muscle against your most needy place.
It doesn't take long before you're on the edge again, the familiar feeling on your tummy and the involuntary faults of your body warning the scenario. Abby kept going, holding you in place with her strength when you kept contorting. Her own core was tightening constantly, she was going crazy tasting you, feeling you.
Abby was so obsessed with you, so in love, that the mere thought of making you upset made her feel like the most ridiculous person on earth. She just wanted to make up for it, fuck you down like you enjoyed and make sure to spoil you down the rest of the week.
With hands traveling through your skin, Abby received your high with a groan. Your juices on her mouth, clit hard on her tongue and folds against her mouth and face; she was in heaven.
"You're always so so delicious", she said, kissing your ass on both sides. "So good for me, babe"
Her kisses went north and soon she was laying next to you, a hand pulling you close as her lips touched yours. In a hazy state, you retributed the act while your hand rested on her face. The heat coming from her body made the duvet expendable, she was the warmth that could comfort your most cold days.
Passionately you keep kissing her, trying to show how much you loved her without using words. Abby feels consumed by that moment, melting under your touches as you take control for a moment. You don't say anything, just spread pecks around her face, going down to her neck.
"You make me crazy", she whispers, both hands still on you since she can't keep them to herself.
While you feel her on your palms, traveling your touch to her core, Abby keeps whispering sweet nothings to you. You accept every single one of them, groaning when reaching her wetness.
Soon you were looking at her face, drunk on her. Taking in each reaction, the way her cute lips were parting so she could moan and pant. Her freckles adorning those beautiful features, she held your face as your fingers worked skilfully on her. Her folds welcoming you, soaking in heat like she would only do for you. The smell of the moment filled the room and your digits filled her inside, reaching the places she needed the most.
Strong hips twitched in your direction, her legs separated like she was calling for you all the time.
"Please, bun, don't stop", she pleaded, frowning.
You collected some of her moisture to start massaging her clit. The bud excitedly against your ministrations as she moved her body, breath choppy and heavy.
The last straw was your lips going to her nipple, tongue circling the rigid place as your hand firmly moved on her soaking pussy.
She was seeing stars under the lids when her eyes rolled back and closed, body out of control as she repeated how much she loved you in that honey-coated voice. She was so beautiful, so fucking perfect, you could come with that vision alone.
canon universe setting, no pronouns or r physical attributes used!
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Soft light enters the hallway as the rising sun shines its beams onto Earth, enveloping its warm rays like a blanket on your skin. Puffs of air leave your sleeping lover's mouth as her chest steadily rises at a rhythmic rate. Calm is the state you find yourself in on the rare occasion you wake up before the blonde. Her long hair cascades along her broad shoulders like a warm toned waterfall. On days like these you feel a little bit more filled with gratitude. Never have you believed in soulmates until you met yours. Abigail Anderson was the textbook definition of your other half. She fulfilled every need, want, hope, and dream you could ever have asked for—ever so effortlessly. Love was never easy, but loving Abby was the easiest thing you have ever done.
Your hand moved to tuck a stray piece of hair from tickling her nose. A giggle erupts from your mouth as the blonde scrunches her nose and furrows her brows, trying to get away from the tickling strand of hair. Her body relaxes with a content hum as you free her from the itching. Abby moves into your hand, subconsciously yearning for your touch. No matter how big and scary she looks to others, you’ll always know the true Abby. Your loving and caring partner. Abby who goes to the ends of the earth for what she believes in. Your sweet girl and most powerful protector.
Reminiscing on when you first met always brings a smile to your face. The once tough girl falling into a puddle of mush—flushed beyond belief as you patch her up in the infirmary. You were newer to the area and quickly became one of the most crucial surgeons for the WLF. Abby luckily was not hurt badly, just a few lacerations to various parts of her body. Leaving only a slightly deeper cut on her upper thigh. The blonde stubborn as always, grumbled her way in the infirmary. Nora being the only one to get through her thick skull.
“Abigail I swear to god if you don’t sit your ass in that fucking chair-“ Nora’s voice heard through the groans and chaos of the infirmary.
Your eyebrows shoot up in amusement. In the few months you’ve been with WLF, you’ve known that Abby was not one to be fucked with. The top scar killer, Isaac’s number one asset, was one to be listened to. You had only a few run-ins with the tall blonde. Abby did well in either playing down her injuries or patching herself up. Yet, here she was, being yelled at like a toddler by her best friend. Tail tucked between her legs with an adorable pout to her plush lips. Her thick thighs spread wide after unceremoniously plopping into your open chair. Her pout could be seen from miles away as scoffs left her lips.
“Hi, how can I help you?” You don your nitrile gloves with a ‘snap’.
Abby’s stubborn nature made her snarl before she looked up at you. All of her previous stipulations melt away as her eyes meet yours. The stubborn blond rendered speechless as her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
“Uh-I…um-” Abby struggles to speak as she dumbly points to her thigh.
Nora catches onto her best friend’s actions with a smirk as she nudges Abby’s watermelon sized bicep.
“This dumbass needs stitches on her thigh and bicep. The other lacerations aren’t deep enough for stitches, but a good cleaning should fix it. I’d help her myself but I'm busy and you need more friends, bye!” Nora rushes the last sentence before going into the middle of the storm of hurt soldiers.
Crimson red is the color that peaks under Abby’s freckles. Your own belly betrays you as it flutters w butterflies. Her teeth sitting atop her tucked in bottom lip makes your knees weak. You snap out of your trance, turning to attend to the matter at hand. Your fingers fumble with the suture package before placing your materials on your tray. You sit down on your stool before her.
“How are you feeling? I’m sure there’s no major injuries since your reluctance to be checked out, but this is a pretty gnarly cut here.” Your gloved hand caresses her clothed thigh that currently has a gash in the fabric.
Abby’s thighs tense at the feeling of your gentle finger caressing her. You take that as a symptom of tenseness and pull away immediately in worry. Abby silently curses herself.
“Is that painful there? I could check you out some more to see-” You ramble before being cut off by the blonde.
“N-no i'm okay just wasn’t ready for your touch. I didn't mind it.” She smirks, loving the shy smile that adorned your lips.
“Oh! Okay then, that’s perfect. So I’m just gonna need you to uh take off your pants- or what’s left of them, to stitch you up and send you on your way.” Your eyes veer from her eyes, oozing with nerves. Abby has this effect on you that you couldn’t explain.
Meanwhile, Abby is trying not to lose her shit at the thought of taking her pants off for you. She wished she was taking them off for a different circumstance-
“Uh, *cough*, yeah, th- that’s fine.” Abby tried-and failed- at keeping a cool and mysterious tone. In actuality, her brain was going a mile a minute all because of the beauty in front of her.
She stands and unbuckles her belt in front of you. Due to your height difference as you were still on your stool, her hips stood at face level. Your mouth salivates at the filthy thoughts flooding through your brain. You clear your throat and turn your head in a hurry, pretending to preoccupy yourself with something useless. Once the clang of her heavy belt buckle sounds, signaling it hitting the ground, you turn back to your patient. Your eyes bulge out of your eyes at the sight. You thought her thighs looked good before but holy shit. Her sculpted thighs were something to worship. Yet, this certainly was not the time.
You get through your mini short circuit and immediately get to work cleaning her wounds. The whole time you talk the blonde through what you’re doing. Abby wasn’t stupid, she was actually decently knowledgeable on things of the sort due to her late father, yet she didn’t once stop you to mention she knew what you were doing. She fell in love with your passion to heal others, your passion for your craft. Any frustrations from her patrol melted away as she listened and watched you work. Soft giggles leave your lips as Abby filters in jokes every now and then. If your voice is honey then your laugh is heaven to her. The way your nose scrunched when she said something you found particularly funny or dorky made her heart soar. Your laugh gave Abby a high that no drugs could ever give her.
“You are good to go!” You finish wrapping her bandage securely.
“If you have any questions feel free to stop by, okay? Make sure you’re not doing any rigorous training or activities for at least a few days.” You pointedly look at her with your eyebrows raised. You may be new but you know that all of your warnings will go in one ear and out the other.
Abby laughs at your knowing look, wondering how you could read her so well so soon. Unbeknownst to the two of you, that would only be the beginning.
Tags/warnings: fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, domesticity, motherhood, slice of life, pregnant dina
Word Count: 1766
Synopsis: A peek into Ellie and Dina's life before JJ was born.
Author's Note: wrote this back in june of 2022 and posted it on ao3, decided to post it here too bc why not <;3 here is the ao3 link!! also idk how well this will do bc I know this site mostly has x reader fics but I love elliedina with my whole soul OKAY. please enjoyyy comments are appreciated!!
When Dina first noticed her small baby bump, it filled her with pure joy. She remembered standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gently rubbing her stomach, eyes full of admiration. Ellie was behind her, hands wrapped around her waist, experiencing a fluttery feeling in her stomach at the thought of her being a mother – which is something she never would've imagined in her wildest dreams. In a dangerous world like the one they navigated, she never believed parenthood would be an option for her, nor was she really interested in it. Ellie thought children were cute, sure, with their contagious giggles and chubby faces, but she knew taking care of one would be more responsibility than she felt she could handle. But with Dina being with her, she felt this unbridled sense of confidence. Dina was caring and loving by nature, and Ellie had a hunch motherhood would come to her easily – with Dina by her side she had someone's footsteps to follow in.
Despite being pregnant, Dina was still very active around the house, much to Ellie's disapproval. Anytime Ellie saw Dina on her feet, whether she was doing the dishes, taking out the laundry, or even getting up to put her plate in the sink, she always made a face similar to that of a displeased mother who couldn't get her sick child to lie down. But Dina always retorted with "It's not like I'm completely immobile yet, so don't worry."
Dina also spent a lot of time preparing for their baby's arrival, with the help of Ellie and some fellow Jackson residents.
Maria had connections with a lot of people in Jackson. Random strangers were kind enough to give Ellie and Dina a ton of baby-related things, like a crib, toys, and even books. They spent a whole day setting things up and figuring out where to put certain items, and when they had finished, Dina began to cry, feeling overwhelmingly grateful. Ellie was right there with her, rubbing her back in a soothing manner and holding her close, almost being brought to tears herself as she gazed upon the empty crib.
A few more weeks went by, and Dina's baby bump was getting pretty large. Dina started complaining more about her back hurting, and she couldn't be on her feet for very long. Nevertheless, she still helped Ellie around the house when she could, with small breaks in between. She began using the bathroom more frequently, which quickly began getting on her nerves, as it disrupted her sleep, or interrupted a good reading session. Ellie would always chuckle whenever they were in bed together, her nose buried in a Savage Starlight comic and Dina practicing her embroidery, when all of sudden Dina would groan loudly and reluctantly get out of bed, angrily making her way to the bathroom for the seventh time in just thirty minutes.
Then, of course, it got to the point where walking was something Dina did only when she needed to. It had been eight months and her stomach looked like it was ready to burst. Ellie found herself helping Dina walk up and down the stairs, getting out of bed in the morning, and even getting up and off of the toilet. Jackson residents also gave away some maternity clothing, which Dina often lounged about in. Even though pregnancy was miserable for Dina, Ellie couldn't help but notice how beautiful she had gotten. Dina had always been attractive in Ellie's eyes, even since they were kids, but Dina really seemed to glow now.
Before, Dina's hair was always in some sort of up-do, because she was always doing various tasks around the house and needed it out of her face. But since she's been lazing about more often, she usually wore her hair down, and Ellie was in love with how thick and long it had gotten, her unruly curls framing her face in the most breathtaking way. Her skin was brighter, and it almost seemed to shine in a way that totally captivated Ellie. Sometimes, Ellie would find herself ogling at Dina whenever she was doing some random, mundane task, to which Dina would always notice and turn into the prettiest shade of red.
Right on the cusp of her delivery date, Ellie and Dina had a small baby shower. They had a wonderful time, Dina spending hours unwrapping cute onesies, even more toys and a couple parenthood books. It all felt so normal, so domestic, that it almost made Dina cry again, but she kept it together for the sake of her guests.
It was late at night when their child decided to arrive. Ellie was wide awake, reading her comic book, while Dina was trying to figure out a crossword puzzle. It was quiet and the room was basked in the cozy, soft lighting of the bedside lamp. Dina couldn't seem to figure out the last word of her crossword and decided to give up and try again tomorrow morning with a fresh mind. She turned to her side, groaning at the heaviness at her stomach, and shut her eyes. Ellie glanced at her briefly, smiling softly and whispering "Goodnight, babe."
The room was quiet once again, Ellie getting immersed into the fictional world of Savage Starlight, but after about five minutes, Dina was startled awake, feeling wetness trail down her legs. She sat up rather quickly, as quickly as she could, anyway, and Ellie turned to her with a confused and slightly concerned expression.
"Do you need to use the bathroom again?" Ellie asked, ready to get up and assist her girlfriend. Dina shook her head, her eyes having widened ever so slightly, cheeks flushed, and heart rate steadily increasing.
"Ellie… I think… I think it's time." Dina said. It took a little bit for the words to register in Ellie's mind, but when they did, she was immediately kicked into action, setting her comic book down and getting out of bed.
"Okay. Let's get you comfortable, yeah?" She said, peeling away the damp comforter that was on top of Dina. She had Dina lie down a little bit while still staying somewhat upright. Dina instinctively opened her legs, trying to get started on removing her underwear. Ellie helped her, pulling them completely off and discarding them haphazardly. Afterward, Ellie quickly ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, aiding Dina in rolling over so she could place it under her. She had also grabbed scissors and placed them on the nightstand.
Ellie's palms were sweaty. She remembered asking a mother at the baby shower how to prepare for birth, and Ellie tried her best to recall the woman's advice. It was stressful, trying to think while Dina was screaming at the top of her lungs, holding Ellie's hand so hard that her knuckles had turned white as bone. Ellie just tried to be as encouraging as possible, keeping her tone of voice even and steady throughout the whole process.
Eventually, the room was no longer being filled with Dina's cries of pain but instead her labored breaths and the shrill sound of a baby crying. Their child had finally entered the world.
Dina, with tear streaked cheeks, immediately reached out for her child. Ellie held him briefly, smiling so hard her cheeks were growing sore. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in this ugly, ugly world. Ellie made quick work of cutting the umbilical cord before carefully handing him to Dina.
"Hello handsome." Dina spoke softly, grinning tiredly. Ellie was overjoyed at the sight in front of her. They were mothers now. For Ellie, this was the most nervous she had ever been. Not even fighting hordes of infected had her this scared. But she was also excited to step into this new era of her life. She knew that motherhood was going to be a bumpy ride, but so long as Dina was with her, she knew that she'd get through all of the trials and tribulations just fine.
"I think I've got a name." Dina said, bringing Ellie out of her thoughts.
Ellie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? Whatcha got?" She replied, a small smirk resting on her lips.
"How does JJ sound?" Dina asked. Ellie's smirk grew into a wide smile of approval.
"I like that. Suits him perfectly." She said.
After JJ was born, life for the two new mothers definitely became more hectic.
JJ would start crying late at night, and Ellie, wanting her beloved girlfriend to get all of the sleep she could get, was always the one who got up to calm him down. She would gently bounce him, humming some random tune to get him to relax, before lying him back in his crib. Ellie missed out on a few hours of sleep because of this, but she didn't mind it one bit if it meant Dina would wake up well rested (sometimes, though, Dina would pretend to sleep just to hear Ellie sing).
Feeding JJ could be nightmarish too. He was a picky eater sometimes, and would throw food on the floor or spit it out onto his bib, causing Ellie to roll her eyes and Dina to giggle at the sight. Dina was definitely more patient when it came to JJ but she knew Ellie would get there – slowly, but surely.
Changing diapers was mostly a Dina thing until Ellie got the hang of it. Before, she would always put them on backwards, much to Dina's confusion.
Aside from all of the difficulties, there were plenty of joyous moments that the two mothers shared with their son. Often, Ellie would play guitar for him. Whenever Ellie was out hunting, or doing some general sweeps around the outer perimeter of the house, Dina would spend that time coloring with him, or playing with wooden shapes. She tried to get him to participate in activities that would not only be fun for him but educational as well. If Dina was busy, Ellie loved to (carefully) run around the house with JJ on her shoulders, his contagious laughter bouncing off of the walls.
At night, Ellie and Dina loved to read him bedtime stories, both playing multiple characters and doing the silliest voices they could come up with until JJ slowly drifted away into a peaceful slumber.
The both of them would then climb into bed together, exchanging "I love yous," after which Dina would continue to read her parenthood guidebooks and Ellie would begin yet another chapter of Savage Starlight, the both of them sitting in a comfortable silence.
