Abby Aint Gay

Abby ain’t gay

you know good and well she’s got a little bit of fruit in here cup.😋

ellie’s fave move in bed is “the shocker” change my mind

minors & men dni! mature content! changed it to just r! being normally fingered. hope u still like it tho! enjoy xoxo <3

ellie williams is obsessed with having her fingers in you. she loves how it only takes two fingers before you’re falling apart, begging to cum. she feels a bit power drunk on that fact, let’s be real! she loves the way only she can make you feel like she does.

you’re being too loud? she’ll shove her fingers in your mouth. having a rough day? an orgasm or three from being fingered will always make you feel better.

aka ellie just loves to finger you. something about the way you clench around her fingers before you cum just drives her absolutely insane. ellie just wishes she could feel it when you’re taking her strap.

amen

abby or ellie?

trip to paris

this is my grey’s anatomy!!!!! doctor abby!!! omfg!!

SEATTLE GRACE HOSPITAL (Part.1)– intern!reader x doctor!abby

☾ ⋆*writer's note: it's here!! I'm so fucking exited!! been thinking about this for like... so long. this is inspired by the first season of grey's anatomy, but make it gay. (also! little easteregg in the pictures...the cherries...my username...yup) probably will be an on going series... at least a part 2 will be posted. also– I know nothing about medicine, so the medtalk might be gibberish. enjoy!

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☾ ⋆* summary: the alcohol just wasn't enough to numb out your nervous feeling of starting your residency at seattle grace hospital. but a new, blonde, muscular distraction approached you at the bar, turning out to not only be the greatest fuck of your life... but something else.

☾ ⋆*warnings: afab!reader but no pronouns used, reader has shitty eyesight, using alcohol to suppress feelings (kids don't do that pls), hospitals, drunk making out and drunk sex, oral sex r!receiving, enthusiastic consent, abby asks a bunch of times for permission, strap-on sex r!reciving, mentions of abby being the one receiving, gay panics, panic in general, mentions of having faked an orgasm, mentions of mediocre sex, implied age gap (r! is mid twenties, abby early thirties), reader has marks on her thighs from abby's grip, reader being anxious, death of a patient , chest compressions and cardiac arrest. mentions of surgery.

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⠀⠀⠀ ✧.* smut under the cut, 18+, mdni (MEN AND MINORS, GET AWAY!)

how did you end up here? your mind was blank. a soft memory of the bar, the blurry lights, you cursing yourself because you forgot your glasses. The mixture of the liquor on your veins and the fact that your eyesight was shitty, made everything blurry. you remember finally paying attention to the girl seated close to you, who was gulping down a whiskey on the rocks. you remember thinking why the fuck was she drinking that, when she could drink something else sweeter, that didn’t taste like shit. meanwhile, were sipping a cold pink drink whose name you couldn’t remember, but you were also taking shots of tequila every chance that you got, cause it was a fucking shitty day. the frustration from the events that had happed that day, mixed with the anxiety of the following, was a combination of emotions that you intended to numb with the liquor you were consuming. turns out, they were just enhanced by it. so you figured you needed another distraction, one that was blonde, had muscles and was staring right at you. 

how did you end up here, again? you didn’t let your mind travel too far, cause at least you were in your house. you were drunk, your head spinning a little, but at least you remember how this stranger approached you. while you were looking at her drink in the bar, she was watching the array of empty shot glasses in front of you. “tough day, huh?” she asked. a sweet voice making you turn your head to the side and look at those dark blue eyes. 

“yeah. are you having a tough day yourself?” you asked, facing her with your whole body. you could feel her drawing you in, like she was some sort of magnet. she was definitely staring at you the whole night, cause there was nothing but familiarity in her eyes. like she was used to observing you. 

“just the usual day.” she said, before taking a sip of her own drink, then swirling it around, making the ice hit the glass. you looked at her hand; no engagement ring. so you had a shot, the only thing missing was figuring out if she was into girls. you looked at her, her big strong arms under the tight black sweater she wore, accompanied by a pair of light wash jeans. her hair was in a braid, long and blonde. she wore a pair of gold light frame glasses that were now laying on the table in front of her where she was seated. 

“hm, same here” you said, shrugging. 

“well, cheers to that then” she said, tilting her glass towards you a little bit. you did the same, with a small smile on your lips, after which both of you took a sip from your own cups. 

“let me buy you a drink?” you asked. 

she furrowed her brows a bit, a small smirk appearing on her lips. she looked to the side, before replying to you. “i’m not used to being the one that gets offered that,” she smiled, looking straight into your eyes. “usually i’m the one offering to buy pretty girls drinks” she said, flustered.

you smiled at her small confession, cause now everything was set. she wasn’t married, she approached you, and now you knew she liked girls. it was like everything was laid out for you perfectly, and you couldn’t say no to that. 

“well, just cause you're more masculine doesn’t mean you have to be the one buying the drinks” you said, before getting up and sitting next to her, your legs almost touching at the bar stool. she looked at you in awe, her eyes shining watching you take the seat next to her, blush appearing in her face. 

now that you were close to her, you could see that her face was littered with clusters of freckles. 

“fair point” she said, her eyebrows coming up “well, if you’re gonna buy me a drink, at least you could tell me your name.”

“won’t it be more fun if we don’t tell each other anything?” “straight to it then, huh?” she said. she was the one getting you flustered now, your face suddenly feeling a bit hot, and not from the alcohol you had just consumed. your hands instantly came to your forehead, your elbows on the bar. you hid your face from her, laughing a bit in your drunken state. you then turned around, staring deeply into her eyes, both of you with a smile plastered on your faces. you could see her eyes traveling from one of yours to the other, the tension building up, the air becoming thicker. 

you turned around raising your hand a bit to get the attention of the bartender. 

“hi! could you get me one more of these and um-” you pointed to her drink “and a whiskey on the rocks” 

the bartender nodded, before saying “coming right up.” 

“so, mystery girl whose name you don’t wanna reveal.” she said, her hands resting on her knees. she was definitely too close now, you could feel your whole body tingle. you wondered if it was in fact from the alcohol. but you knew that wasn’t the only source. 

“why did you offer me a drink?” 

you laughed a bit, she was looking at you with bright eyes and heavy eyelids. “well, i thought you were pretty” you said, not being able to meet her gaze, while you played with the ice on your empty drink. 

“thought you were pretty too” she said, smiling, before both of the drinks you ordered appeared in front of you, and both of you mumbled a small thank you to the bartender. 

it was like the little bubble you were in was busted. but, it wasn’t long until it was formed again. in those two hours you spent in the bar, you learned a couple of things; abby was a great listener. she got flustered every time you called her pretty. she had a dog named alice. she had freckles littlered all over her nose and cheeks that became more apparent when she laughed. and she was making you have a fucking wet spot on your underwear just by seeing her laugh; everytime she flashed that toothy grin, everytime you made her flustered, the ache that you felt in between your thighs just became more apparent. she was too cute. 

abby learned a couple things about you; you loved extremely sugary cocktails. you were not a dog person, but you still loved them. you got flustered everytime her hand landed on your knee, and everytime she looked straight into your eyes. and you were pressing your thighs together. 

that’s how you ended up with your back pressed against your front door, after a drunk walk home in which she offered like four times to carry you, just cause she wanted to. she was kissing you like she wanted to melt into you, occasionally giving you soft little pecks, pulling away to look into your eyes, her hand on your cheeks. 

you felt butterflies, and you shouldn’t. because usually, drunk hookups didn’t feel like this; it didn’t feel like you already knew the person, and usually kisses didn’t leave you aching for more. she kissed you, just to kiss you. she kissed you with her whole body. she kissed you like she wanted to melt into you. 

you eventually pulled away, your lips puffy from kissing, and your eyes glossy from having them close. you turned around, reaching for your keys to open the front door. the girl in front of you just came close, starting to kiss you neck softly. you were shifting your keys, trying to open the front door. 

“need help with that?” 

“no i got it” you said, finally opening the front door, turning around, to gesture at her to enter, but she just started kissing you again, pulling you into your house, closing the front door and pressing your back into it. 

“oh my fucking god” you laughed into her neck. 

“what?” she asked smiling and her hand instinctively coming to stroke your hair 

“i… kinda have to wake up really early tomorrow” 

“oh” she said straightening her back and smiling a bit “it’s ok i can go if you don’t want to um-” 

“oh! no it’s not that. i want to, I really do! why did you think i invited you over?” 

“yeah… but just in case, you can change your mind at any second” 

“so hot that you say that” you said, leaving little kisses on her neck “if you wanna stop too just say, we can” 

“i definitely don’t wanna stop” 

“good” 

she grabbed your chin, making you look up at her. your eyes met, and instantly you came closer to kiss her, and when you did, you felt her smile against your lips. your hands moved to her arms, felt them, how hard and muscular they were. you pulled away, whispering into her lips “your fucking arms oh my god” 

she just smirked, and pulled you in again for a kiss. her hand started to travel down towards your butt. “and this fucking ass” she whispered into your lips “is driving me insane”

you two made out for what seemed like eternity against the front door, until you grabbed her hand, and guided her to your living room. 

“cute”

“well, thank you” you say, turning around and laughing. once again, the blonde girl kissed you, grabbing your waist and pulling you so close that you felt her chest rise and fall every time she caught her breath. 

she lightly pushed you into the couch, now you were seated, staring up at her, while she was towering over you. you flashed her a smile, before she grabbed your chin to kiss you again, her hand now slowly trailing up your leg, feeling your hot skin. you felt tingly, the feeling in your lower stomach only growing. and you thought you would be used to the way she kisses, like she wants to melt into you, but you didn’t; it left you aching for more every time. 

her hand traveled down, until it was just inches away from your cunt. you looked up, those dark, lustful blue eyes looking straight at you. “can i?” she asked, in a soft tone that contrasted the scene. you nodded your head, and her hand moved to cup your pussy over your underwear and jeans. a soft sigh came out of your lips, arching your back. and that sight, it ignited something in the girl in front of you. you grabbed her sweater, pulling her closer to you, she laughed, before she kissed you again. 

“sit down?” you asked 

“what?” she said, her eyelids heavy, she almost looked sleepy if it weren’t for her heavy eyes. 

you laughed a little bit. she was adorable, you felt so comfortable around this stranger. 

“oh. yeah. but you sit on top of me” 

you laughed a bit, whilst she sat down, coming up from your seat to sit on her lap, straddling her with both of your legs. your hand came to her hair, slowly playing with it, her eyes closing once again. “so demanding” 

“oh i am not demanding, cmon” she said, slowly and quietly

“yeah you are” you said, laughing

“i’m gonna-” she said, before she turned you around so now you were laying on the couch, now she was the one straddling you. it happened so fast you couldn’t process it, but when you finally did, and you saw those eyes and the smirk plastered on your face, you could hear your heartbeat becoming stronger. your expression has gone serious now. 

“what? you’re gonna what?” you asked. 

she just came to kiss you, deeper this time, her hands traveling down your body, caressing it, while you almost shaked under her touch. she felt so good, so exciting. she felt new and familiar at the same time. her hands traveled into your shirt, disappearing beneath it; your breath hitched. 

“is this ok?” 

you nodded, before coming up and taking your shirt off. she looked at you for a couple of seconds, before her hands came to caress your boobs, slowly massaging them, while she looked deep into your eyes; those eyes that made you feel like she could see right through you. you instantly bit your lip, your breath becoming heavier; your head falling back when her thumb started rubbing slow circles on your nipple. “fuck” you breathed out. she brought you closer, her big hand on your back making your bodies touch, and your back instantly arched, feeling her strong legs on your thighs; it was driving you insane, how gentle she was despite how strong she seemed. 

“your driving me insane” you mumbled, before it slipped out of your mouth. you definitely did not intend to say that. and now she was leaving little kisses on the valley of your breasts, with her hand wrapped on your waist, holding you closer. she laughed, looking up at you while she kissed down. 

“yeah?” she asked, and your head instantly fell back, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. “hm. teasing me so much” 

“well i like to take my time” she said, before traveling down with her kisses. “especially when pretty girls are so eager for me” 

“oh god” you laughed, because even if what she said was corny, it made you feel like you had a bird trapped in your chest from how strong your heart was beating. that’s all that it took- a small amount, just a glimpse of dominance and you were already aching for her. 

 “what?” she asked. “keep going please” 

“hm” she said, now making her way to your jeans “can i take these off?” she asked, to which you nodded, and she unbuttoned your pants. her hand teased you, caressing the skin that was now exposed when she undid your jeans, slowly coming down “can i?” she asked, to which you affirmed, a breathy yes coming out from your mouth. her hand traveled and disappeared beneath the fabric, coming to cup your pussy through your panties; you felt the warmth of her hand against your cunt, now the wet patch became more apparent. she bit her lip when she felt it. “have you been this wet since the bar” 

your eyes closed, your hand coming to hide your eyes, before nodding again. “cause of me?” you laughed a little, because of course it was because of her. she had seen you pressing your thighs together all night, every time she laughed or touched you in the slightest. you were about to tell her that no one else has made you feel this way; this eager and safe at the same time. but you catched yourself, not letting the alcohol make you say things you’ll regret. so you just replied with a yes. 

when she heard you, her hand moved to now rub circles in your clit, your underwear still acting as a barrier; so slow it was agonizing, but moans and breathy sounds now were escaping your mouth. “you’re so sensitive” she said, before running her fingers through your folds, still the fabric in the middle. 

“god–please,”

“hm?” she asked, before her hand slipped beneath your underwear, now her digits actually coming in contact with your pussy. your back arched instantly, a loud moan leaving your mouth, followed by your hands coming to cover your mouth, shocked at your own sounds. “oh, this was what you wanted then?” to which you just nodded, already drunk in pleasure, the funny feeling in your lower stomach growing even more. 

she kept moving her fingers slowly, whilst you became even more soaked, and now the room was being filled by your breathy sounds. and the blonde girl felt her own aching in between your legs, enhanced from the sounds escaping your lips. she pulled her digits away, and you gasped at the lost of contact. she smiled, it took you a couple of seconds to open your eyes again, but she was now taking off your jeans. “help me a bit?” she asked softly, and you pulled your hips up from the couch so she could slide them off your legs. she was about to sink in again, before you tugged her sweater, pulling it. she grabbed it from the back, now pulling it off, the white shirt she wore underneath coming off with it. she remained only wearing a black sports bra, her big arms and abs now apparent to you. and fuck, she was a sight for sore eyes. you let your own gaze travel, cursing yourself for your shitty eyesight. but what impressed you the most, was the fact that she didn’t mind your gaze; she didn’t try to cover up or came down onto you again, she stood there, letting you consume her. 

she smirked, before settling down in between your legs, not leaving your gaze. “wanna eat you out. is that ok?” 

“everything you wanna do is ok, no need to ask anymore” she smiled, now her hands going to the edge of your underwear, her fingers toying with the piece. 

“still wanna make sure just in case” 

“well, less talking, more working.” 

“wow, now who is demanding?” 

“never said i wasn’t”

she laughed again, before kissing your lower stomach, your eyes instantly closing, feeling her smile against your skin. her hands came down, now playing with your clit again, a soft moan escaping your lips. and she swore it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard, her chest fluttering. 

she came down, you felt her breath against your pussy, before she pulled your panties to the side. she parted your lips, before she sank in, licking your cunt. 

the feeling in your stomach grew further. oh oh. so this is how getting head is supposed to feel. fuck, you swore she was a gift sent from heaven sent just for you. you wondered where she learned to do that, before she came to suck on your clit, your legs closing involuntarily, from how good it felt, from how much it made your head spin. she grabbed your thighs, while still going at it, now pinning them against the couch. 

and you were gone, not really knowing what she was doing except how fucking good she was making you feel. you felt her hands traveling up from time to time, playing with your breasts, lovingly caressing your stomach and your thighs. you didn’t know when your high came in, the rubber band suddenly snapping, her not stopping until you ride out your orgasm completely. 

when she felt you catch your breath, she kissed your thighs, making you smile, a light film of sweat now covering your face. she smiled, looking up at you, leaving a trail of kisses before she gave you a pec on the lips, followed by a full on kiss, tasting yourself in her tongue. her hair that became a little loose from your hand gripping it now was on your face, tickling your skin. “never came just from head before” 

“really?” she asked, curious, both of you smiling. 

“yeah” 

“well they must’ve been quite mediocre at it” “mediocre at best” you said, laughing. cause compared to what she did, nothing was ever going to be enough now. you just came and you needed her to do it again. but a brighter idea, while your bodies were tangled and she stared at you lovingly came to your mind. 

you remember the box, buried deep in your closet. and just the thought of it made your core burn again. just the though of her fucking you with it made you grip her shoulders a bit harder. 

“so um” 

“yeah?” she asked, giving you a small kiss on your cheek, her lips a bit wet against your skin “i have this thing- you don’t have to if you don’t want to of course” 

she smiled, probably already anticipating what it was. you had bought after your last breakup, at the same time you had downloaded tinder; excitingly telling your friends that you were entering your “hoe era”. that quickly came to an end one mediocre fuck later. but nevertheless, you kept it just in case. “so, it’s a strap on i bought” 

“oh” she said, her eyebrows raising a bit, looking curious. “so you wanna use it like… on me?” “oh. i mean, i can if you want.” you said now, not being able to express that you were actually thinking of her wearing it. 

“what if i use it on you?”  

“yeah i gathered you would prefer that. hm, yeah, i think i want that too” “smart girl then” she said. and you laughed. yeah, you had a medical degree on your back, but you weren’t gonna brag about it now, nor that you ever did. plus, this was supposed to be a distraction. there’s not a greater cockblock other than talking or thinking about med school.

“you have no idea” you smiled, and she kissed you again, before you got on your elbows, before muttering against her “i’m gonna go get it”

she put your underwear back in place, before she asked “need help getting up?” a cocky grin on her face. you smiled, before getting up from the couch, feeling your knees weak. “I'm fine” you said, before going to your room to get it. 

you didn’t even bother turning on your light, opening your closet door, grabbing the box. you felt calm, even if your legs were slightly shaking and they felt heavy, like jelly. sex had never felt like this before, so simple, so natural even if she was a complete stranger. you though, feeling the excitement expanding now walking to the living room again, were she was sat, manspreading. jesus. 

again, the sight of her just made you want to engrave her in your memory. her blue eyes looking at you while you gave her the box. smiling. she got it open, and you just stood there over her, a stupid smile on your face, looking at her in adoration. you looked at your coffee table, how her glasses were just perfectly placed there. how her sweater and her white shirt was thrown messily on top of your coffee table books. 

when you looked back at her, she was taking her jeans off, instantly going to help her. she then put the strap on, sitting once again once she was done. and you were about to take your panties off and sink into it already, before she placed a palm on your chest to stop you. 

“if i’m gonna fuck you with this, i need to get you ready first” your knees weaken at that, instantly feeling your face hot. 

“i can take it, i’m ready” you said, cringing at your own words, how dirty they were. “gotta make sure” she said, before she grabbed your panties and took them off, peeling them from your skin slowly. you grabbed her shoulders for balance, letting her take them off completely. her hand came again to your cunt, now slowly running it through your folds, it made you throw your head back in pleasure. fuck, she loved seeing you like this. 

once again, you were lost in her touch, one of her fingers teasing your entrance bringing you back to your senses. “can i?” “please” you quickly replied, her mumbling a small fuck before her finger entered. and she got dizzy at how tight you felt around her, feeling you pulse around her. you moaned, and she tried to slowly curl her fingers up, but she couldn’t. “imma need you to relax” she said, while her other hand traveled up your torso, helping you ease up a bit. “you've done this before, right?” she asked, now curious from how tight you were. 

“yeah.” a breathy sound scaped your lips when she moved her finger inside you “yeah it’s just- fuck, it’s been a while”. 

“it's ok. same here” she said, now adding another finger, making you moan even more, feeling the slight pressure while it came in. and you couldn’t believe it had been a while for her, cause why the fuck was she so good with it. how was she making you almost come again, now on her fingers.

“you better stop now or i’ll– i’ll cum again” you confessed. 

“you can if you want to” she said

“no, want you to fuck me. please?” you said, opening your eyes to look at her. and fuck, she was gone. her eyes darker than before, her own ache growing when you begged her. 

“fuck. well if you ask me like that” she said, before taking her fingers out of you, now her hands on your waist and guiding you to straddle her again. 

you sank in slowly, her hands caressing you, giving you soft little pecks. but once you bottomed out, she lost control. her hands now gripping your waist hard, definitely leaving marks for the next day, slamming into you everytime you bounced on her. 

you lost track of it, and as much as you wanted to see her while she fucked you, your eyes instantly shut close from how good it felt. what threw you over the edge was when she started rubbing slow circles on your clit, your thrusts becoming sloppy, whilst she helped you ride her. 

“it’s ok, let go” she said. followed by your “fuck,fuck, fuck i’m gonna-” before your jaw dropped and she felt your legs shake, your body going limp. you crashed into her, your forehead rested on her freckled shoulder, her pine scent now making you even more dizzy. and in the middle of your dazed state, you just babbled a “best fuck of my life”, before doozing off completely. 

the sound of your alarm woke you up completely, a heavy feeling on your legs making you open up your eyes quickly. you looked at the time, before you looked at the legs tangled in yours. oh. that happened. so it wasn’t just a wet dream of yours, that just concocted the most out of earth, beautiful woman, that was also a sex god, no. she was real, and sleeping on your couch. you quickly looked at your alarm clock, almost gasping. you needed to shower and get ready now, cause you couldn’t be late on your first day of residency. 

you slowly got up so that you didn’t wake the blonde girl up, going to the bathroom to wash your teeth. when you looked in the mirror, you swore you had never seen yourself like this before; you eyes sparkling, your skin plump despite the aching hangover you had from last night’s endeavors. 

when you got back to the living room to pick your clothes up, she was now waking up, looking a bit disoriented. 

“um– hi” you said, and her head instantly shot back at you, a small smile appearing on her lips. “hi” she said, looking at your bare legs, then back at you. fuck, you didn’t have time to do that again. “so um, look, I really have to get going. it’s my first day of work today, and i can’t be late” you walked closer to her, picking up her sweater and her shirt, handing it to her. she smiled wider, grabbing the clothes and slowly putting them on. you wondered how she could look that angelic in the mornings. 

“you’re kicking me out?” she teased, a smirk on her face. “well–” your brows furrowed. “I can't be late” you said, while she got close to you, grabbing your waist and giving you a kiss. 

“it’s ok.” she said, looking at your eyes while holding you, making small circles on your skin. oh how you wished you had time to return her the favor. 

“well, good luck on your first day–” she stopped, now realizing she didn’t know your name. 

you said your name, offering her your hand to shake. she laughed at it, how formal it was even if she was making you almost scream just hours ago. “i’m abby” she said, meeting your gaze, giving your hand a light squeeze before letting go. 

both of you just stood there, looking at each other, giggly. 

“well, goodbye, abby” you said, now pulling away from her, while she put on her glasses and walked to the front door. you watched her open it, before she gave you one last smile, waving goodbye. 

you had to take a moment, leaning against the white wall on your entrance; just processing everything that had happened. the couple of times you have had one night stands they just were funny, awkward. a story to later tell your friends in great detail, cause it never felt intimate. 

they were filled with a lot of silent moments, uncomfortable conversations about what you wanted to do; only to find out that either you didn’t like how that stranger kissed, or that the sex was just gonna be mediocre. 

it was like reading a page of a book, a play perfectly orchestrated; making out, then head, then fucking, faking an orgasm, then falling asleep. waking up the next day with a pounding headache, them either cooking you breakfast or already leaving. 

neither of those made you satisfied. you always looked at yourself in the mirror before taking a shower, cringing at your own reflection, always saying last fucking time i’m having a one night stand. 

so, you didn’t understand how you were sure this time you just weren’t gonna tell your friends. or anyone. it felt like something you didn’t wanna break, a buble you didn’t want to pop; something intimate, just for abby and you. what a shame you weren’t going to see her again. 

after a brisk shower, and a big cup of coffee later, you dressed, grabbed your keys, the bag you had prepared for work, and you drove to the hospital. the whole drive you noticed your head just going places; wondering if maybe next week you went on a sunday night to the bar, maybe she’ll be there. imagining how many girls she picked up from bars, only to leave them shaking after giving them the best head of, probably, their whole lifes. you just had to remind yourself that that just wasn’t going to happen again. 

after a quick look in the viewfinder, and a couple of deep breaths later, you quickly got out of the car, entering the hospital. the whole time you were just wishing that the other interns would be nice. 

the thing about med school is, it really doesn’t prepare you for a 12 hour shift on a crowded hospital. neither does it prepare you to get changed in a locker room in front of you soon to be fellow residents, looking at your thighs because they had marks of where abby had gripped them while pounding into you. you changed quickly, getting into your scrubs. “are you with the sergeant?” a brunette girl asked you, standing at the locker next to yours. 

“who?” you asked. the girl now staring at you. 

“the sergeant. i guess not. who are you assigned to?” she asked

“it’s dr. burch for me” 

“oh, me too” she said, now smiling. 

“great then” you replied, smiling at her too

you took a moment to take in her appearance. she had very prominent features, a face that wasn’t easily forgettable. her brows dark, a couple of moles littered across her face, and her eyes a dark brown color. 

“i’m dina by the way” she said, while she took her stethoscope and placed it around her neck, closing her locker. she turned to look at you, but before she could speak a voice interrupted you. “i’m with burch too” a young man said. “i’m jesse” 

“dina” she smiled at him, but before you could say your name a nurse walked in. “good morning. you all have been assigned to a certain doctor, i’m gonna call out your names to make sure you’re here. once you’ve been called out, then you can go find your doctor.” 

she started calling out names; you had to swallow a lump in your throat from how anxious you felt. yeah, med school prepared you, sort of. but you were just praying that you actually got to do some surgeries and you weren’t going to stand around, doing nothing while the doctor did everything. you thought about your doctor's name; melanie burch. it sounded nice, maybe she was nice. at least you weren’t assigned to the doctor they call the sergeant; from that name only you assumed he was a bitch. 

your name was called out after dina’s, you and her moving to find dr. burch. you walked around the hospital’s corridors, but curiosity gained the best of you. “so this sergeant? is he a resident?”

“first of all, the sergeant is a she” 

fair point, you thought. you had assumed he was a man, well, cause usually they were less nice. “why the name though?” 

“so a good friend of mine knows her, kinda. she treats her interns like fucking garbage. always asking them really difficult questions. i’ve heard she even made a couple of them cry. always bossing them around, hence the name” 

“god. she sounds fucking awfull” you sighed. thank fucking god you weren’t assigned to her. 

“I swear all neurosurgeons are bitchy. it’s probably the money it gets to their heads and-” “what she’s a neurosurgeon?” you stopped her mid-sentence. 

“yeah” 

“well fuck me then” 

“oh. so you wanna be a neurosurgeon too?” dina asked, awkwardly, after she had just bashed neurosurgeons. “i mean, you can always, i dunno. pay her money? eat her out? or something” she laughed while she said it. “shut up” you said, laughing lightly and rolling your eyes. 

dina lightly punched your arm, before you two were met with a short woman with dark short hair examining some medical records. she turned around, looking at both of you. 

“i’m dr. burch, nice to meet you. congratulations on starting your internship” she said, a soft spoken voice leaving her lips. thank fucking god again, she was nice. 

The guy from before named jesse arrived shortly after, accompanied by a girl with ginger-ish hair. 

“well, the more the merrier” mel said, a sweet smile accompanying her words. “so, we’re gonna go through a typical day at the hospital, follow me please” she said, while she started walking towards the corridors. dina walked right beside you. 

you knew they were gonna be long shifts, probably sleepless nights. dina, jesse and the ginger girl were probably going to either become your greatest friends or just people you weren’t fond of, but you were forced to spend an insane amount of hours with. you hoped for the first one. so many hours of being together were probably going to mean that they were going to become the closest people to you; the people that knew the most about you. even if it terrified you, it was still exciting. 

dina leaned in while she walked, whispering in your ear “why do i get the feeling she’s like one of these really sweet people that are actually kinda evil? like they did something fucked up.” 

“dina! she’s nice” you replied, whispering back. but she sort of had a point; so much sweetness couldn’t be real. and if it was, maybe it wasn’t all that there was to her. 

“so, here we have the board where we schedule all the procedures. you have to check it every morning, have it memorized. it might change around, since we have emergency procedures from time to time.” “dr. burch?” dina asked. 

“yes?” she said, still keeping an enthusiastic tone. 

“i’ve heard that a new resident gets to scrub in on a procedure the first day”

“only dr. anderson does that. with me, all of you will get into the OR, just not today. today is about adapting and learning how the hospital works” she said, pleased with her own answer. it seemed like she had a scrip memorized. jesus, maybe dina was right, something about her was just off. but, on the other hand, you felt incredibly bad for judging her just cause she was just being nice. 

“see, she’s just too nice” dina said, now crossing her arms in front of her, whispering when dr.burch had started walking again. “i wish i was assigned to dr.anderson” 

dr. anderson you thought. it sounded nice; it was easy, simple, it sounded very doctor-ish. not like your own last name; it sounded quite out of place with a doctor before it. 

“who is that?” “i don’t know, someone who actually let’s residents scrub in the first week. cause trust me, this girl isn’t gonna let us touch a scalpel until the first week is over” “oh, haven’t you heard? we’re gonna be busy adapting” you said, a sarcastic tone and a small giggle involuntarily leaving your mouth. dina snorted, her eyes widening 

“hey, what’s so funny?” jesse asked with curiosity, while he walked behind you two. “nothing” dina said, turning around, and giving him a small smile. 

none of you except the ginger girl were listening to what dr. burch was saying. but when she cleared her throat, you gave her your attention once again. “last things now. you can call me mel, i don’t mind. if you get paged, you come immediately. here you go” she said, before handing all of you a small black machine, straight out of every doctor’s nightmare, the pager. “alright. so who wants to go run some lab tests?” 

before you could process it, dina was already saying “me” and going off with the ginger girl to spend the morning running a test for the patients they were assigned. you and jesse just stood there, waiting for mel to give you an order on what to do. 

“well then, both of you will go do check ups, and read through and update the patient's medical records. I know it’s something the nurses usually do, but you might gain some knowledge from it.” 

you sighed; great, one of the most boring tasks and it didn’t even involve basically any medicine.

you spend the whole morning with jesse running around the hospital, knocking on patient’s doors and asking basic medical questions. jesse turned out to be a bit clueless, like he was kinda wondering and following you around. that was, until both of your pagers started ringing, indicating a blue code. he turned full on doctor, both of you running around the corridor, him instructing the nurses before mel showed up. so yeah, maybe you had underestimated him. you had lunch with both jesse and dina; then back again inside, checking up medical records. 

your back hurt, your eyes were dry and threatening to close, and you still had the whole night ahead of you. then you remembered why you were so tired; you basically had not gotten any sleep that night. the thought of last night’s events popping into your head once again. 

you were carrying a couple of binders, jesse carrying the rest. both of you were walking down a corridor headed towards the archives room; you had done the same trip already like a dozen times that day. but jesse spoke, pulling you out of your head. “hey look. i think that the sergeant, dr. anderson” 

you moved the binders so you could see a small group of interns surrounding a tall figure. you had heard the name dr anderson before. it was the only doctor that allowed interns to scrub in on the first day. turns out, dr. anderson and the sergeant were the same person. 

as you got close, you saw a big, buff girl, turned around. but what made you stop dead in the tracks was her blonde, long braid. you suddenly felt as if a bird was trapped in your chest. your heart beating loudly, feeling all of the blood rush to your face. no, that couldn’t be right.

you forced yourself to do a double take. 

she was carrying a binder with her patient’s record, looking through it. wearing a white coat, the same as yours. a couple of pens placed in her pocket. she wore blue scrubs underneath, different from your typical, light blue ones that all of the residents wore. 

you noticed her glasses; the same pair she put on that morning at your house. the same pair that rested on your coffee table while she pounded into you. jesus. this can’t be fucking happening. 

jesse looked at you, how flustered you seemed. you were trying to hide in a way that wasn’t too obvious behind those binders. fuck fuck fuck; a million thoughts filled your head, but the main one was, don’t let her see you. and in that moment, you didn’t really know why, cause there was no escaping it. if she didn’t see you today, she was definitely going to see you eventually. maybe you could quit this, stop this being a doctor nonsense. yeah, move to a small town, start a coffee shop. never hook up with a stranger at a bar ever again. 

once again, jesse pulled out of your spiraling. 

“um– are you ok?” he asked.

you turned around, signaling behind you. “yeah um– i think i forgot something” a clacking noise made you stop, all of jesse’s binders fell to the floor. convenient, you thought. cause now, the sargent, or abby, or dr.anderson, or whatever the fuck you had to call her, was turning around with her brows frowned. she was trying to see who had the audacity to disrupt her. but her face turned blank when she saw you; those deep blue eyes staring into your own. she had to do a double take as well, her shook apparent, flustered. 

she started walking towards jesse to help him recollect the binders, but you quickly went away, making your way into the bathroom. your heart was beating too fast, your mind quick. 

was it illegal? i mean, you didn’t know she was a doctor here. she didn’t even look like a doctor. wait, how old was she? she did look a little bit older, but not old enough to already be a neurosurgeon. fuck. that was your desired specialty, and that meant having to spend time with her. trying to scrub in her surgeries. maybe you could just request another hospital; but that wasn’t really an option, not one that would actually happen. 

you tried to figure out a way to avoid this, a couple of ideas popping into your anxious head. but what scared you the most, what the fact that still, even knowing you were sort of her intern, you still wanted her to fuck you again. jesus fucking christ. 

your pager started beeping, making you sprint off the bathroom, once again a blue code. and in the midst of all of the running around, and trying to save the patient's life, you forgot completely about your own troubles. 

mel got there too late. you were trying to do chest compressions, the beeping monitor making your own heart skip a beat. you tried to appear collected when mel finally walked in, asking you what had happened. 

she looked at the patient, there was nothing she could do. too much time had passed since he had gone into cardiac arrest, having to declare him dead. 

it felt like you had swallowed up stones; your body too heavy. this was the first time a patient died in your hands. mel looked at you. “this is something you need to learn. i know it’s hard. you did your best, but patients dying on your hands it’s part of the job. it doesn’t mean it’s less hard.” you hadn’t noticed a small tear running down your cheek. mel looked at you in compassion. “you can go outside and catch a breath if you need to. i’ll page you or jesse if necessary” 

you wiped your tear, now walking outside the hospital. she was right; fresh air did make it a little better. the feeling in your chest slowly vanished, which signaled you that it was time to go inside and go back to work. 

you walked into the hospital once again, looking at the stairs. It was four floors. you sighed, walking to the elevator. you had been walking around all day. you didn’t feel like walking up those stairs. the effort of it made your head heavy. 

you pressed the button, waiting for the doors to open. then you got in, pressing the button that had a small four on it. you looked at your shoes, then at the doors. the elevator stopped at the first floor, the doors opening now. you were thinking that maybe since you were so tired, you had pressed the wrong button. that was until a tall, blonde girl was walking in; abby. she looked at you, letting out a deep breath through her mouth. you kept your eyes glued to your shoes. 

“so..” she said. and you felt it coming, almost involuntarily. suddenly, you were word-vomiting at her. 

“no. i’m sorry, dr. anderson, i didn’t know you were you. i mean, if i knew of course i wouldn’t have done it. this can’t happen. i'm your intern.” you finally looked at her. still only familiarity in her eyes. she crossed her arms at her chest. 

“technically you’re mel’s intern” she said, a small smirk appearing. one that you couldn’t take too seriously because of her blushed cheeks. 

“i’m sorry dr. anderson it-”

she interrupted you. “you can call me abby, you know” 

“well, that would be unprofessional.” you said. “i think what we did last night was unprofessional, this? not so much” 

her words made your cheeks burn. this was the first time you two acknowledged what happened. you couldn’t help the small laugh that left your lips, before you shook your head no, looking at your shoes. you didn’t see her walk up to you, now leaning a bit closer.

“tell me you don’t want this” you met her gaze. and it made you want to scream how her voice, rusty and low made its way straight in between your legs. 

“what? no doc–” 

“i mean. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. but, we won’t get into any trouble if no one finds out.” 

you hated how those words sounded like music to your ears. how yes, you were eager to have her again. but the rational part of your brain stoped you from saying yes and just ripping your clothes off in the elevator. you closed your eyes for a brief moment. this wasn’t worth the risk, it really wasn’t. as much as a part of you was trying to convince you that it was. 

“i’m sorry, abby.” you said now, looking at her. “i can’t do it. not only could it get me fired, both of us. i couldn’t risk that. you have no idea how much i’ve worked to get to were i am.” 

she looked at you, then at her feet. 

“ok, i understand. well, good luck, doctor” she said, before she walked out of the elevator. 

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shes tying her hair to go down on you

HER ANGEL— ABBY ANDERSON (au!abby)

cw: kinda dumbification, dom!abby, sub!reader, r! + abby both receiving oral, r! fingered, dacryphilia, established relationship, lil fluff, pervy!abby-ish?! 1.6k words!! no y/n!! men/minors dni

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it’s simple, really. abby loves control, you love to give her it. your lil arrangement is relaxing for you the both of you. so when she tells you she wants to have you all sweet, dumb, and floaty for her? you instantly agree. it feels so natural; abby loves to take care of you.

so it makes that you craved the comfort of your girlfriend in that way after your horrible day. your boss yelled at you for a mistake that wasn’t yours, you were late to class because of traffic, and you just felt so frustrated! and it’s only 3 pm!

abby knew what you needed the second she saw you all practically teary eyed when you walked into your shared apartment. you don’t say your usual excited comments the second you walk in n see her. so she’s all frowning and asking, “baby, what’s wrong? why is my angel looking all sad?”

“dumb stupid day. ‘m all upset now abby. don’t even wanna think anymore about it,” you whine out, kicking the ground.

and with that, abby will have you in her lap seconds later. it’s the first step to making you all pliable for her. you want you brain turned off? she can easily do that for you. after all, abby always knows best. at least that’s what she tells you. you’ll sit in silence until you start to squirm. then she knows it’s time for the final part of her plan.

she knows what you want— your puffy parted lips and glossy eyes are telling her all she needs to know. a soft whine escapes your lips as she slips two fingers into your mouth; just what you wanted. your lips wrap around her fingers before abby starts slowly pushing them in and out.

and just like that, you’re all fucked out for her. you’ll do anything for her when you’re like this. you know it, she knows it. abby almost feels guilty for all the ways she wants to ruin you when you’re like this. almost. but how can she help herself when her girl is just being oh so sweet for her? she can’t, honestly.

abby lets you suck on her fingers for a few more moments while she decides what she wants to do to you today. she decides having you use her mouth on her is the most fitting. after all, you have the biggest oral fixation known to man when you’re like this. your girlfriend thinks it really would be a shame if she didn’t help you with that, wouldn’t it be?

you start to slowly stir as she speaks to you. she’s rubbing her other thumb around your chin now. “wanna be my little angel today? why don’t you get on your knees and let me use that pretty little mouth of yours, yeah?”

the speed at which you nod is almost dizzying. the speed at which you get on your knees in front of her probably bruises you. but it doesn’t matter. you’d love nothing more than to make abby feel good. she’s the only thought in your head when she has you like this.

thoughts too jumbled, you let out a soft whine as you grab at her right pant leg. all you want is just her pants off. your biggest issue at the moment is your brain feels too fuzzy to do it yourself. the fact you’re not eating her out right now almost has you in tears.

abby immediately understands what you’re getting it. she just has so much sympathy for her poor poor girlfriend. your brain clearly is too stupid with the idea of her eating her out! lucky for you, she loves when you rely on her.

she wipes the tears that have now started to leak out of your eyes. she won’t deny how much she’s getting off on this, and her boxers can prove it. “my silly girl, you need help, don’t you? haven’t even fucked you and you’re all dumbed out for me,” the last part she more so whispers to herself.

you can only try to babble a response. your head goes immediately blank as you watch the buff woman’s muscles flex as she peels off her pants and underwear. you won’t even let her get a word in before your mouth is attached to her clit. her moans only fuel the fire in your lower belly as you swirl your tongue just as she likes it.

slick is starting to cover your mouth and nose as you feverishly eat her out. you can’t get enough of the way your mouth feels against her. you can tell abby feels the same by the way her moans are getting louder by the second. she’s close to the edge now.

your tongue slowly starts to do her favorite thing: fuck her opening. both of your moans start to get louder again. her hands are suddenly grabbing your hair, pulling you down, and making you let her grind against your tongue. she’s chasing her impending orgasm by using you.

she’s seeing stars as she cums against your tongue. your girlfriend doesn’t like messes so you lick it all up. a few more kitten licks in, she pulls you up by the chin due to overstimulation. you both pant as you collect yourselves.

abby is the first to speak up. “what a good fucking girl you all. you really are my little angel. so sweet for letting me use you to get off. let me eat you out just to show you how grateful i am,” she coos. she always makes sure to play to your praise kink.

heat suddenly flushes your face as you catch up to what she’s saying. all you can do is babble your want incoherently. abby chuckles before effortlessly picking you up to place on the sofa. she can’t have her girl all uncomfortable while she fucks you. not like you have enough thoughts right now to care, no think about that anyways.

your dress is off of you in one motion, then your underwear. abby isn’t taking anytime to tease you today after being her angelic, dumb girl. the bruising grip she now has on your hips has you suddenly even more wet. her hands quickly peel your legs apart as you almost start to whine in impatience. even with her no teasing today it still feels too slow somehow.

the loudest pleasurable gasp leaves your lips as her mouth suddenly attaches to your clit. her tongue is making circles around your bud, making you gush more. you think about how you’re not sure how much better it could get than this. at least, until abby starts to circle your hole with a finger. she knows this is your favorite way to cum.

your body starts to shake in pleasure as she starts to fuck her finger in an out of you. you can’t decide which action feels better. all you care about is the high you’re trying to chase. you try to buck your legs to get her mouth closer, which was a mistake.

“i know you’re dumb, but didn’t think you were this dumb. you know good girls take what they get, don’t you? i’ll let it slide this time since i know you’re just too pussy drunk,” she says forces your thighs down.

“f-fuck! i’m so sorry. promise!” you cry out in reply. you apologize again for good measure, even while knowing you don’t have to, “i swear! i’ll be good abby!”

she hums in approval before going back to fucking you. now adding another finger, her fingers start to hit that spongy spot inside of you that has you squirming in pleasure. you’re absolutely sure this is what heaven feels like. the combination on her tongue and fingers have you so close to the edge of your orgasm.

abby picks up the pace as she picks up on the fact you’re about to cum. her fingers curl into you at an unrelenting pace and her mouth starts to move faster against your bud. all you can do is moan in response to her saying ‘uh huh’, ‘feel good baby’, and ‘good girl, taking it so well for me’.

it takes is five more strokes before you’re screaming out her name as your orgasm rips through you. it feels like a never ending wave of pleasure as abby talks you through it. all you can see are stars in your mind. you’re not sure you’ll be able to walk straight after this, so it’s safe to say you’ve forgotten about your previously shitty day now.

and just as quickly as it starts, it ends. abby has you scooped up the second your orgasm rips through you. she pulls the previously discarded blanket over the both you as she moves to cuddle you on the sofa. you stay burrowed in her arms for five minutes while you come down from you’d high. abby repeats soft praises to as you start to come to again.

you look up at your smiling girlfriend as you start to slowly open your eyes. “my best girl, there you are. can i get a washcloth and some water really quick? promise i’ll make it back before your pretty little head is filled with thoughts once again,” she teases you, but you’re still too fucked dumb to realize it.

words still feel too heavy, so you shyly nod in reply. you know abby will always take care of you. especially on days like this where all you need is to forget everything for a little. she leaves you with a kiss on the forehead, more promises to come back shortly, and a few more praises.

woohoo! hope y’all loved this one as much as i loved writing it!!! :-) if u enjoy this lil abby fic a reblog would be cool! support ur local hot girls/gay tlou writers!!! <3

(not super edited u guys already know the drill i don’t like rereading my stuff more than once lol)