#wlf

[ladyblackbirdart]

“But I can’t walk on the path of the right“

“because I’m wrong.”

This is the longest I’ve spent on any art project ever- took me 2+ weeks! Please enjoy the blood, sweat, and tears I put into it 🥲♥️

Close ups and right side up Ellie below the cut

[lilywlf]

grrr

[jordendefender]

[maxandrist]

"First I drink my opponents, then a Nastro Azzurro" / 1998

[clydethesnake]

finding a strap on patrol

abby x reader

warnings: literally no plot whatsoever, smut obvs, switch!abby, switch!reader, thigh riding (a!receiving), strap use (r!receiving), oral (face sitting - r!receiving), can you tell i love abby's ass?

wc: 2.5k

It wasn’t often you and Abby were paired together on patrol. 

Isaac knew of your relationship, and of course was diligent in keeping you separated when it comes to work. There had been multiple occasions of your teammates finding you two locking lips in a tent or the corner of the room.  

Neither of you would admit to threatening the soldiers who caught you doing more. 

So, when you saw your names paired together on the rota the night before, your heart raced with excitement. 

Abby too, her hands locking with yours as you walk back to your shared room. 

---  

“Come on, Abby. Why don’t we take a break?” You almost-whine, clutching the strap of your rife, “I’m tired.”  

Abby only chuckles under her breath from in front of you, her powerful strides carrying her faster than you. 

“You don’t even know where we are! We’re lost!” You shout, exasperated. You push your legs farther to catch up, glaring at the side of her face as she continues on through the endless woods. 

She scoffs in a mock-offended way, “We’re not lost.”  

She may say that, but you can tell in the way her eyes dart across your surroundings, that you most definitely are lost. 

You're the one to scoff now, “Huh, yeah. Definitely not lost, but we’ve been walking through these woods for the past two hours-” 

“Well, if you know where we’re going, smartass, then you lead the way.” Abby huffs, stopping still in her path, making you faceplant straight into her broad back. 

“Abby! For fucks-” Your words are abruptly interrupted, however, by the sight of a building ahead. It's the first building you’ve seen for miles, the first sign of what used to be civilisation for miles. 

As everything is in this world, it dishevelled to say the least; windows smashed through, leaving shards of glass all over the moss-covered concrete floor. But it’s only when you get closer do you notice it for what it actually is. 

A sex shop. 

Or, what used to be a sex shop. 

You sneak a glance at Abby, realising that her eyes are already on you, “You want to go in?” She asks with an undertone of excitement. 

You only shrug, leading the way into the shop. 

There's not much left, and all you can think is who is raiding sex shops in the middle of an apocalypse, but brush over it when you find the holy grail of finds for lesbians in the apocalypse. 

A slick leather harness, sitting right there in front of you. You can almost see it illuminated by light, whispering to you: pick me up... 

And you do, running a finger over the smooth leather. 

But what would a harness be without a strap on? 

And that’s when you feel Abby’s presence at your back, her warmth radiating on to you. In her hands, the very object you’ve been waiting for. Something to slip into that metal ring and wear as if it's attached to your own body. 

The blonde lets out a huff of a laugh, “It was still in the box,” she removes her pack from her back to shove the fake dick far into the bottom. She reaches out a hand to take the harness and you give it over. You watch as she does the same. 

“I’m still letting it soak in boiling water. Don't need any UTIs.” You chuckle, leaning against the counter and feeling the electric tension between you two. 

Abby nods, before standing and swinging the backpack over her shoulder once again. “We should focus on getting home first.” She mutters, nodding her head towards the door. 

“You’re right, considering you got us lost.” 

She throws her head back in annoyance and lets out a groan, “Let’s just find the truck!” 

--- 

It took a good few hours before finding the truck again and making your way back to the stadium. Abby continued to insist that she knew where she was going, even though you passed the shop another couple of times before reaching the truck. 

As soon as you reached the threshold of the stadium and put the truck in park, Abby grabbed your hand and tugged you straight up to your room. Isaac could wait for your debrief. 

The door shut and her hands immediately found you, pulling your body flush against hers, one hand on your waist and the other sliding into your hair. 

Your brain catches up when you hear Abby let out a small groan against your lips, the sound making the heat in your stomach increase.  

Her hands were hot on your body, guiding you by the hips towards the bed. Your shins hit the edge, sending you flat onto the mattress. Abby follows, her warmth enveloping you completely. 

Your hands slide up her broad shoulders, pressing back slightly, “Abby-” She gives you one last kiss before allowing you to pull away and rests her forehead against yours. 

“Hmm?” She hums, lips still brushing yours. 

“Go boil the strap.”  

Abby's composure breaks at that, a spluttering laugh escaping her. “What?”  

You smile, watching her cheeks turn red, “Go put it in boiling water. Like I said earlier, I don’t want any UTIs.” 

She shakes her head, before pushing herself off you and rips the items you found out of her pack. 

Once Abby dropped the plastic dick in the boiling water to soak, she pounces on you once again. Though, this time, your head rests comfortably against the pillow. Her lips hit yours immediately, the kiss deepening within seconds. 

Her tongue invades your mouth eagerly, the hot muscle battling with yours for dominance. You let her win, this time. 

Her hair, still in her usual tight braid slips down her shoulder, the end brushing against the top of your breast and prompting you to remove the band. Her hair is always something you admire about her; the locks long, soft and surprisingly well taken care of, with a beautiful golden tint which practically glows in the sun. 

The release of tension in her skull causes Abby to let a moan slip against your lips, sending vibrations deep in your body. Her hands tighten against the hem of your shirt, before giving in. She pulls you up and tugs it over your head, the bra quickly following. 

You don’t let her push you back down, however, ripping her own shirt off her muscular body before pressing yourselves back together. 

Abby's mouth, instead of returning to yours, trails down the side of your neck, pausing to leave a couple purple marks that you will definitely get shit for by your regular patrol group tomorrow. 

She trails her lips down, latching one against your hardened nipple, one of her hands reaching up to roll the other one between her thumb and forefinger. Your back arches into her, hand sliding though the loose strands of her hair to guide her mouth against your chest. 

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, tongue swirling around the hardened nub. The pleasure increases when she moans out at the feeling of your thigh reaching the apex of her thighs. 

You could cum at the sight of her rubbing against it, plump ass sliding back and forth underneath her clothes. 

Without thinking, you pull her off your chest, ignoring the small whine of annoyance she lets out to unbutton her trousers. Abby lets you tug them off with her underwear. 

Her wet pussy returns to your thigh, this time bare, and continues to grind against the rough fabric. She's dripping—arousal leaving a large wet stain across your cargos. Now you can see her freely, her ass tightening with every thrust, and her face scrunching with the pleasure. 

You still have your grip on her hair, forcing her to face you as she chases an orgasm by humping your thigh like a dog. 

Small whines escape her lips, head tilted slightly and eyes squeezing shut, “Feel good, baby?”  

She opens her eyes to look at you like the good girl she is, and nods, “Yes—yes! Feels so good.” Her words are slurred with pleasure, her brain failing to recognise anything other than pleasure as she brings herself closer and closer to her orgasm. 

You release your grip on her hair, allowing her to throw her head back, to bring the free one to her hip, dragging her body back and forth in little thrusts against the length of your thigh.  

Her whines turn into moans, brain pushing out the only words she remembers—your name. Its scrambled and incoherent, but you know exactly what she’s trying to tell you. 

“Come for me, Abby.” You order, hands helping her hips drag harder against your flexed thigh. 

She does as told, a loud string of moans and curses flying out her mouth as she releases against you, leaving the wet patch of arousal even bigger as her cum soaks into the ruined fabric. 

She rides the pleasure out, breath stuttering and hips slowing and she comes down. 

“Holy shit...” She breathes out, falling forward, but bracing her hands either side of your face. 

You lean up to peck her lips before guiding her down onto her side, “Still up for using the strap?” You ask, watching as she immediately perks up at the words. 

Without saying anything, Abby jumps off the bed, butt naked, and picks the toy out of the, now lukewarm, water. She makes her way back to you manoeuvring into the leather harness and tightening the straps snug against her taut ass. When fully secured, she guides the toy into the ring. 

She wears it as if connected to her body, with a confidence you’ve only ever seen her wear when taking down a scar or ramming a metal pipe into a clicker’s face. 

You pull her back over you, allowing her to tug your trousers and underwear off and run her lips down your sensitive body to come face to face with your core. She leaves hot, wet kisses up and down the length of your thighs, and you know she’s going to tease you until you force her to do otherwise. 

“Come on, Abby.” You huff out, needing her mouth on you. 

“What? What do you need?” She asks, feigning ignorance. 

You squirm underneath her, raising your hips towards her mouth. She has none of it, bracing her forearm against your hips to press you into the mattress. The outward display of strength turns you on even more. 

“You want my mouth?”  

You nod, your hand returning to her hair and holding onto the strands, “Yes! Please...”  

Before you can think further, she licks a long stripe from your entrance to your aching clit. Your back arches in response, hand tightening in her hair. 

She moans against you, sending vibrations through your sensitive body as she leaves kitten licks over the bundle of nerves. 

You pull her further against you, her mouth tightening around your clit and sucking tightly, making you throw your head back with a string of moans. 

It's just when the orgasm is building does she stop, lifting her head from between your thighs and flipping onto her back, the fake dick standing tall between her legs. 

“Sit on my face.” She demands. 

And you do, hoisting yourself up and throwing one leg over her face. You hover at first, testing the waters, but also because you know that it would irritate her. Abby doesn’t tolerate you hovering, she always insists on you sitting fully against her face. 

That's immediately what she does, hooking her arms around your thighs to pull you flush against her face. 

You moan at the feeling, one hand gripping the headboard and the other returning to her hair. 

Her tongue enters your dripping entrance, filling you up, while the ridge in her nose provides the perfect position to bump against your clit with every hump over her face. 

You can feel yourself soaking her—she’s probably practically drowning underneath you, but she never cares. 

The orgasm builds quicker this time, the heat in your stomach tightening and tightening with every thrust against Abby’s face, her nose rubbing your clit perfectly, sending tingles down your thighs. The skin will surely have bruises tomorrow with how tightly Abby’s holding on. 

You press down once more, her name escaping you with a shout, your hands tightening in her hair as you ride out the powerful orgasm. 

You lift off her face, seeing her completely covered in the remains of your juices and sticky cum. But she just gives you that cocky smirk as she licks her lips, tasting what’s left of you. 

You fall next to her against the bed this time, allowing her to roll back over you once more. This time, the blunt head of the fake dick rubs against your sticky pussy, smearing left-over cum around the plastic. 

It's a decent size; 6 inches and relatively girthy.  

So, when Abby pushes in, you can’t help but take a deep breath at the feeling, attempting to relax as much as possible. 

“You okay to continue?” She asks thoughtfully, pausing her thrust. 

You nod, hips tilting towards her, “Yeah, go on.” 

She nods back and continues, until she’s balls deep inside you. The sight is maddening, having Abby so connected to you making your head spin. 

She tests the waters slightly, bracing an arm near your head and moving her hips in a shallow thrust. Discomfort soon melts into white-hot pleasure as she continues, hips rolling back and forth as if she was born to fuck you with it. 

She presses completely against you, arms bracketing your head and forehead against yours. Her hips work in a rhythmic motion, thrusting into you with the biggest thing you’ve ever taken. 

The size had intimidated you, but within five minutes, Abby had you as putty in her arms.  

Your legs wrap around her hips to bring her closer, one arm around her neck and the other resting right above her buttock.  

She speeds up slightly, chasing her own pleasure against the back of the toy, which presses perfectly against her clit. Your hand slides down fully to grab her ass, forcing her deeper into you. 

The head bumps gently against your cervix, the white-hot pleasure turning your brain to mush, before Abby’s hand slides down between you to rub tight circles over your hardened clit. 

The pressure in your abdomen winds tight once again, clamping down against the dick inside of you, making Abby’s thrusts turn into deep grinds. 

“You gonna cum, baby?” She asks against your lips, rubbing in time with her hips. 

You can only nod desperately against her, brain unable to form coherent sentences, before the orgasm rips through your body. 

Abby follows soon after, you both letting pleads of each other’s names slip against each other.  

Her face soon meets your neck, as she comes down, sagging against you with her dick still deep inside. Your hand soothes through her hair, attempting to catch your breath and stop your legs from shaking so much. 

“We need to do that again.”  

pt.2 where you use the strap on abby?

[lollipoprepop]

abby anderson you will always be loved by me <3

[summersodarockfesta]

Louie X Magmo stimboard!

Requested by @zeynep5949494

[alexx628]

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑴𝒚 𝑱𝒐𝒃, 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑴𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

Pt1

a/n: School is about to start again and I've been so stressed, so I wrote this all in one night to help me stop thinking about it. It's short but stay invested bc I have something alr planned for chapter 3. Enjoy, loves!!

summary: After an accidental bump in one morning. Abby and you are trying to chase each other down in your own awkward ways. Until, your paths collide and you both start to feel something unspoken brewing between you two.

warnings: kinda smut??, reader!receiving, top!abby, bottom!reader, fingering (reader!receiving), horny!abby.

word count: 1.7k.

It's been four mornings of Abby waking up early to hit the gym, just in case she might bump into you again. Even though the hate for herself grows more with every alarm that rings in her ear. Even though she wants to rip out every strand of her hair when she's braiding it. Even though her pant leg gets stuck around her when she gets dressed, making her fall to the ground. Every. Fucking. Morning. Besides that, the thought of seeing you pushes all those struggles aside.

It's now morning five of you hoping these lazy shits don't do their work. It's also morning five of the same lazy shits doing all of their work, for some odd reason. Are they plotting against you? God forbid a girl has a fat lesbian crush.

You're walking down from your stadium room to ground level, where all the dog pens are. Once you open the door, you're greeted with the smell of fresh autumn air and dog shit. Wonderful!

"Hey Y/N!" You hear a high-pitched voice coming from a few pens in front of you. You walk over to the sound and see a girl in black skinny jeans and a cream hoodie. One of your co-workers. "Please tell me someone didn't do their job today." You cross your fingers.

"What's up, Lily?" You walk over to the pen where she's feeding one of the dogs.

"Something came up, and I have no one to cover my next shift. Do you mind helping the patrollers get ready to go out? Someone already covered yours." She walked toward the pen door and unlocked the hook keeping her inside. She's giving these pleading eyes that you can't say no to, and she knows this.

"Do you know if Abby is going out today?" You shot back without even thinking about the words coming out of your mouth.

"Um, I think so? Why?" She questions like she wants you to spill whatever you're scheming in that moment. The second you got that confirmation, you felt your body straighten and the hairs on the back of your neck perk up.

"No reason!" You quickly leave with a bright pep in your step before she could grab your arm for more questioning. You smooth down your clothes and use one of the windows to fix your messy bun into a high pony. There are so many thoughts going through your head. Too many.

Just be yourself chill.

You're looking down the list of patrollers and where they need to cover for that day that Issac gave you. There is the name you were looking for. Abby Anderson. You peer up from the paper to the line of benches start to fill as people get dressed, double check their guns, and load up the dogs. You scan down the line with hope of seeing the only person you really care about here. "Where is she?" You ask yourself.

You brush it off and start to head over to the different groups to check everything off one last time and tell them their mission. Maybe she woke up late, right? Maybe she's sick? As your mind wanders, overflowing with unanswered questions and thousands of possibilities, you hear a familiar bark and faint laughing.

You turn your head, and the questions all drain from your mind. Matter of fact, it's completely blank. Abby is crouched by her dog Alice, petting her until she rolls on her back and begs for her belly to be scratched. Her sleeves are messily rolled up to her elbows, exposing her toned forearms while tightening around her sculpted biceps. Her braid is slightly messy, like she just came back from a workout. The eye bags under her eyes are darker now, making her blue eyes more prominent. And now the butterflies in your stomach are crying to be let out.

Abby slowly gets up with a faint smile still lingering on her face while she tightens the hold on Alice's leash. She doesn't notice you at first. Mainly because she knew you don't work this shift, and second, she already got a talk from Issac about what to do and how she's the "Only one he can count on," so she normally doesn't pay attention to the speech you give every day. But once she makes eye contact with you, her eyes widen and her face goes from shades of pale white to a light blue, like she is struggling to breathe, to finally a light pink. The tingling pain in her stomach has returned, and when Alice spots you, she's dragging Abby's body on her leash with her.

"Alice looks like she's walking you instead," you point out. Abby's knuckles turn white and look like they are about to be cut off from the force. You bend down, giving Alice a final pet before she has to go.

Abby chuckles, taking herself out of the trance she's in, and breaks eye contact. "She goes wherever she wants. She makes the rules."

"Lucky girl then." You reply.

Her eyes flick to yours for a split second, searching for something to say. Her smile twitches, but gets caught between saying something bold and holding back a snarky comment. Her mouth open a third time, finally breaking the suffocating silence.

"How did you get wrapped up in doing this job? I thought Lily does it." Abby breathlessly says, like that was the hardest thing she's ever done.

"She normally does, but she came up to me this morning and asked if I could cover. So here I am." You pick a strand of hair from your ponytail and start twirling it with your middle and ring fingers.

You almost miss the way Abby is slowly nodding her head, trying to act cool. In reality, she's mentally writing and rewriting everything she was going to say next. Even though once there's a pause in your words, she's going to forget everything.

"Huh," she mutters, adjusting the grip of the leash like it suddenly needs all of her attention. "Convenient."

You raise a brow. "For who?"

Her gaze shoots to meet yours again, a little calmer this time. "I haven't decided yet."

Your fingers pause, and your breath catches. Before you could think of something clever to say back, a member of Abby's group yells out her name. She looks over your shoulder, jaw tightening, and sighs. The timing couldn't be worse.

Abby looks back at you, her eyes lingering a second too long, like she wanted to remember every feature of your face.

"I should start going. Have you given my group the details?"

"Not yet."

You walk side by side. While Abby is lifting herself into the truck, you help Alice.

"So, Issac assigned you guys the west region-..." Your voice starts to trail off into the speech, and even though Abby has already heard the directions, she pays extra attention. Not much to the speech, but more to the way your tinted lips move with every word. How those soft lips making the prettiest noises while she is pounding knuckles deep into your pussy. Desperately trying to find friction on her throbbing clit, but your pleasure comes first. She shakes her head in an attempt to steer away the thoughts.

Once you're done talking, you grab the truck door and try to make an effort to close it, only to fight Abby's strength trying to stop you. You let go immediately. Maybe she forgot something?

"What are you doing later tonight?" She bluntly asks.

"Um, just lock up the dogs? Why?" You scratch the back of your neck.

"When you're done, meet me at the food court. We can get dinner."

Your heart is beat is running a race in your body right now. "Yeah, sure." You answer a little too excitedly.

Abby shuts the door with a loud bang, making you jump. "Perfect." She replies, while another person gives the truck driver the signal to start moving toward the gate.

As you're walking away, you spot a person next to Abby nudge her in the shoulder, then both slowly look back over to you.

"God, I've got it bad." You whisper to yourself.

pt3 coming soon!!