absbby

[absbby]

Cus I'm a Busy Woman

Firefighter!Abby x reader:

warnings: dom abby, strap usage, fingering, nsfw minors dni

wc: 1.7k

Your day off was finally here. You had no other plans today than to put off cleaning the heavily piled, dirty dishes stacked to the brim of the sink and aimlessly scroll through your phone. It wasn’t until moving your focus from the sink to the kitchen counter that something was out of place: Abby’s lunchbox. 

Abby had been working down at the station since 5 this morning. And every morning she gets up at 4, you never have any time to see her. Just half asleep. Memories of her kissing you goodbye on your forehead and the bedroom door closing, hours before you even start your day. 

You quickly rush to your car, lunchbox neatly tucked under your arm, to head out to deliver lunch to your wife.

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As you arrived at the fire station, you were greeted with the sounds of a radio coming from a distance and chatter from down the hall. You waited aimlessly in the office, waiting for someone to walk in. Your eyes quickly followed to the wall of the fire crew and the frame front and center of the wall, the furrowed brow and pout was only more serious in the photo, matching with the same low hanging braid, it could only be identified as Abby Anderson and in the gold-plated engraving, it read “Abby Anderson Assistant Chief.” 

“Can I help you?” Your eyes quickly drew away from the photowall and back to the puzzled fire woman who just entered from the back door. The woman's face was a mix of confusion and concern. She was dressed in fitted black pleated pants and a white button-up shirt with a fire emblem pinned to her breast pocket. From the pictures, you recognized it was Chief Nora Harris. 

“Oh! Sorry, there's no emergency,” You assure her, before she jumps to any conclusions, you hold up Abby's black lunch box by your face. “I’m looking for Abby,” 

Nora’s face softened, knowing there was no real emergency to be worried about, just that her assistant chief was working on an empty stomach.

“One sec,” She smiles, and leans her front half back out into the hallway of the back end of the fire station. “Anderson!” She yells, muffled by the glass door. Nora gave it a second until a very confused Abby rushed down the stairs and was now standing next to her boss by the door. Nora tilts her head to signal that you were standing in the waiting room. Her lips curl into a grin as she pulls the door behind her to greet you. 

“Babe! I wasn’t expecting to see you.” She cheers as she kisses you on the lips. You’re instantly crumbling at the sight of her. She’s half in her fire uniform, bunker gear pants, radio clipped on one pant pocket, and a black fitted t-shirt, probably too tight in the arms because you can see her large muscles looking as if they were going to burst the sleeves. 

You were a sucker for a woman in uniform, but what kept you around was that grin she had on her face. You hold up her missing lunchbox so that she can take it from you. 

“What would I do without you, huh?” She whispers, kissing your forehead gently. She grabs her lunch from you and takes your hand. “Now, I didn’t mean for you to come all the way here and just leave so quickly. Let me give you a tour.” You follow her down the long, fluorescent-lit hallway to the kitchen, where a couple of workers had chosen to spend their off time. 

“Mornin',” Abby cheerfully greets them. A couple of them raise their coffee mugs in her direction to say hi. “Kitchen, self-explanatory.” She sets her lunchbox down on the counter. You watch as her braid freely swings behind her broad back as she turns the corner into the next room. You follow her into the garage. 

You take a second to look around the room. The garage is loaded with gear along the sides of the wall, featuring bright and tall clear garage windows that shine a bright light onto the sleek red color of the firetrucks lined up and ready for action. Abby blows it off like it's nothing, continuing to walk down the hall. You think she’s letting you have somewhat of a self-guided tour until she grabs your arm and takes you into the back room. 

“Abby, what are you doing?” You whisper, not against the fact that she dragged you into a storage space, but the fact that it is in her place of work. You didn’t want some of the people at the fire station’s first impression of you to be Abby with a hand down your pants. Her large body presses you up against the wall 

“We're going to get caught,” You argue. 

“We're not going to get caught,” She protests, as she continues to make out with you. You finally give in and melt back into her kiss. Her kisses are gentle and sweet as she slowly moves closer and closer down your neck. You’re hesitant before you grab her braid and pull it down to force her lips back to yours. One of her hands cups one side of your face while the other lifts your leg to rest on her hip. 

“If you want to do this,” She says in between sloppy kisses, “You have to be quiet for me.” 

You nod your head in agreement, your body heats up at her words, stern but never mean. That's what you liked about her. You move your hands that were wrapped around her waist to cup her face. Her kisses only become more aggressive as she slips her tongue into your mouth. You moan in pleasure as you use your leg to push her closer to you. Her large frame is grinding into your body. 

“Fuck, I need you so bad, Abby.” You moan into her mouth, head now leaned back, resting against the wall. Abby wasted no time untangling your sweatpants string so she could easily slip inside. You use one hand and try to wiggle your pants further down your thighs so it is easier for her, while the other hand is still gripping onto her muscular shoulder. You wrap both legs around her waist so that the wall is supporting you.

“You need me, huh?” She coos in your ear, her lips carefully placing kisses across your cheek to your ear. You feel her large fingers toy with the hem of your waistband before she pushes them aside. “Shh, remember what I told you.” Her words make you clench around nothing. You melt over how she can dominate you so easily. Your cunt is soaked and needy, yearning for her to touch you. 

You let out a soft groan into her neck as she enters your wet cunt with her large finger. She smirks as she pulls her fingers out of you gently and enters you even deeper without giving you time to adjust. You grind against her palm while she continues to fuck you. Your clit bumping against her hand with every movement. To your satisfaction, Abby decides to slip in another finger, stretching you out even more. Most of the time, you were only able to take one of her fingers, but today you needed more. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” She whispers. You arch your back so that when she curls her fingers into you, it hits the perfect spot. She uses her palm to press harder against your clit. You could barely hold it in, burrowing your face deeper and deeper into her neck. She suddenly slows down in pace until she's fully out of you. By the smirk plastered across her hot and sweaty face, you can tell she has something hidden up her sleeve. 

She quickly fiddles with her pants to unzip the zipper. Abby Fucking Anderson is packing under her uniform. You were familiar with the purple strap she likes to use on you. “You think you could take more?” 

“Fuck me, Abby,” You tell her, pulling your legs so that she is even closer to you. Abby pushes the head of the strap into you, coating the top with your slick. Abby quickly adjusts, putting both of her hands on your ass, pressing you up harder against the wall. You try to keep it in, but Abby groans as she pushes further into you. You rut your hips as Abby's grip becomes harder and pounds into you. The wet sounds from your pussy fill the storage closet as she continues to fuck you. Your mind continues to spiral as her thrust becomes sloppier and sloppier. 

“You’re doing so good f’me, baby,” She kisses the top of your head, still keeping the same rhythm as she was before. The way her strap stretches your walls only makes you moan harder. 

Your head becomes light, and suddenly your whole world is spinning. “Abs, please, I need.” You try to piece together words, but you're only focused on the pleasure of Abby. 

“Please what, baby?” Her thrust became slower, pulling out completely before dragging the tip of the purple strap through your folds, and bumping your clit ever so slightly. “I need to hear you say it,” 

“I’m gonna cum,” You cry out, and that’s all she needed to hear. She enters you again this time at the same rough pace she did before. She removes one hand from your ass to touch your clit. You want to scream out from the overstimulation, but instead moan against Abby's neck, leaving kisses up and down her neck. Your whole body starts to shake, and you feel your legs start to give out, but you trust that Abby will support you up. Abby helps you ride out each other's high by slowing down her pace like she once did before, slowing her thrust in and out until shes completely out of you. 

She helps you down from the wall, but your legs quickly give out, so you’re leaning all your bodyweight on her chest. She rubs your back, leaving kisses on your forehead. She helps you back into your sweatpants before chuckling to herself. You raise your eyebrow in suspicion before she hums. 

“You really thought I would leave my lunchbox at home by accident?”

this is my first time writing smut. who cheered?!! lmk if you enjoyed hope you're having a good day, byee

[absbby]

how abby likes to eat it :p | nsfw

it is very serious for her. she thrives off of knowing that she’s the one making you feel good. once she gets started it’ll be hard to remove her from between your thighs.

she’s likes to take her time. making sure to not leave any part of you untouched. that means while she’s nose deep in your pussy her hands are anywhere she can put them. but at least 99.9% of the time she has at least one hand around your breast. fingers lightly pinching your nipple to add a little more stimulation. not to mention the fact that it always makes your back arch up into her, angling your body just right so she can reach a little deeper :3

she’s not that vocal but she always praises you in a low voice. you can almost hear the smirk on her face when she does.

“yeah? you like that?”

“am i making you feel good baby?”

“just like that. one more. i know you can do it.”

“tell me how good it feels.”

she loves to overstimulate you because she knows you can take it, can’t you? if you aren’t a whining mess it just means she’s not trying hard enough. and she’s never been one to half ass anything.

anyway short drabble underneath! look away…

you don’t know if it’s been the third or fourth time you’ve orgasmed at this point. but it doesn’t matter— not with the grip abby has on you, like she wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. her tongue was switching between your swollen clit and your sticky folds, making sure to not leave either without attention for two long. she has you crying out her name, legs twitching and body arching off the bed.

“please- abs… can’t.” you cry out softly, but your fingers gripping her hair pulls her closer. contradicting your words.

abby groans, the sound sending vibrations all through your body. making you cry a little louder. “you can.” her mouth finds its way back to your clit, sucking hard. she grins when you pull her hair harder. “i know you can baby. give me one more. then i’m done. promise.” the way she looks up at you, like you’re the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. it just makes you want to give her anything she wants. needs. and right now all she wants is to taste you on her tongue. so you nod.

“that’s my girl.”

it was almost filthy. the noises. mostly coming from you since abby wanted to hear you the most. she doesn’t waste anytime, wanting you to let go just one more time. dragging two fingers down your slit, collecting your juices before sliding them into you. she curls them to hit that one spot, the one that makes the neighbors complain. the one where your voice sounds the most heavenly to her. her tongue doesn’t let up either. with her fingers and mouth working you, you could feel yourself getting close again. she can feel it too. the way you tightened around her fingers.

“you close baby? that’s okay.. let go.. i’m right here.”

and when you do cum for the last time that night abby makes sure to help you through it until your body calms down. kissing your thighs as they shake, holding you down gently. she smiles up at you, taking in your expression. “so cute. you did good.” she kisses up your stomach. between your breast before reaching your face. she places kisses all over, ignoring your playful protests before leaving one last kiss onto your lips. pulling away with that dorky smile you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“you are… insane abby..”

abby snorts. “but you love me. same time tomorrow?”

first smut kinda nervy! ˗ˏˋ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

[absbby]

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☾ Pairing: Abby Anderson x Female Reader

✮⋆˙ Summary: just Abby fucking you senseless. That's it.

⚠︎ Warning: strapsex (reader receiving), mouth fucking (reader receiving), dirty talking.

Words: 500 ish

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Her eyes, blue eyes, are dark pools of pure focus.

On you. Only you.

“Look at you,” she rumbles, her voice a velvet growl vibrating through your spine. She presses her chest to your back, the curve of her breasts heavy against you. “Taking it so fucking well.” Her harness buries itself in you again, the smooth hardness stretching you open, claiming you deeper with every surge.

Her left hand glides from your hip, trailing up the curve of your side until it cups your throat. Not a crushing hold, but a possessive claim —calloused skin against your jaw. You arch back into her hand, breath catching as tiny sparks explode behind your eyelids. Her thumb circles the pulse point beneath your jaw, each soft stroke igniting a flash of heat.

“That’s it,” she breathes, voice husky with need. Her hips plunge deeper, angling just so to find that sweet spot that makes your vision swim. Her fingers tighten at your throat, coaxing a darker haze of pleasure out of you. A soft whimper slips free.

Then her grip shifts—up your throat, up along your jaw—fingertips slick with your mix and sweat. They pause at your lips. “Open.” she commands, a tremulous purr against your spine.

You obey without hesitation, mouth parting for her. Her thick index and middle finger slide past your lips, insistent, tasting of salt and gunmetal. Her strap pumps in time with the drag of her digits. She groans—a deep, raw sound that resonates through both of you.

“Suck.” she orders, and when you wrap your lips around her fingers, she hammers her hips forward so brutally you choke on the sudden loss of breath. You suck—that hot, wet pressure drawing her deeper, your tongue swirling around her digits, desperate to pleasure her as she’s relentlessly pleasuring you.

She drops her mouth to your shoulder, teeth grazing the slick skin with exquisite lightness. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” she whispers, voice vibrating through you. Her free hand slides under your back, hooking at your hip to tilt you up, angling your body for harsher, more exquisite friction. You catch your breath only to have it ripped away again as she pounds into you, that delicious, punishing rhythm spiking your nerves.

Her breath falters. “Yes…Good girl.” she rasps, her fingers plunging deeper into your mouth, pressing on your tongue as her hips slam in. The strap inside you thrusts at that perfect angle that splits you open between pain and bliss. Her hand grips your hip with bruising force, anchoring you to her need.

Pleasure coils through you like electricity, every nerve ending ablaze where she fills you, stretches you, utterly possesses you. The realization cracks you wide open. You sob around her fingers, body convulsing in a thunderous climax that rattles your bones, silent only in the absence of breath. Abby stiffens—her thrusts stutter, then resume in a brutal rush. Her groan tears from her throat as she shatters over you, burying herself wholly inside, shuddering through you as her release pounds out in tremors.

If it were possible, you would be getting pregnant right now. Filled. Claimed. Hers.

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Notes: Okay. Judge me. Played too much TLOU II yesterday and well.

[absbby]

this loser wants her pouty face stuffed in pussy immediately

[absbby]

ellie is most certainly NOT a bottom idc what yall say 💔 she’s also not rlly dominant tho. she’s def a solid sub!top, like whining or shit whenever she fucks you.

[absbby]

thinking about abby using a bumper while strapping you. the ridges of the silicone bumping against her clit perfectly. her palms are pressed against the back of your knees to push them to your chest—mating press style. she watches the faux cock slide in and out of you, knowing it’s her making you moan out. but it’s also you making those pathetic whimpers spew out her lips. she’s above you repeating compliments and praises. words like, “look at you, baby. taking me so well—ngh. gonna cum in this f-fucking pussy.”

it’s pornographic, but you can’t help the thrill you get from seeing her like this. all heavy breathing and slurred sentences. she’s humping you like a damn dog, using you as a sex toy. yet, it was the best thing you’ve ever experienced.

[absbby]

SHES SO GOOFY WDYMMMMM 😭😭😭 my baby im crying look at her beautiful lashes and cutie teeth

[absbby]

she's literally trying to seduce me

[absbby]

blah, blah, blah, proper name… place name… backstory stuff

[absbby]

ellie’s so dhdhdgdhgd

bus ellie is so cute, awkwardly looking for a seat and then standing anyway because she doesn’t want to sit next to anyone

she’s got her headphones in, cord tangled on one hand as she fidgets with it and her other hand grips the bar so she doesn’t fall over

she tries to not look at anyone, keeping to herself, staring out the window, but when people get on the bus of course she glances to see how many

and thats when she looks at you, glancing away, glancing back, back and forth until everyone’s settled and the bus is moving again.

she can’t help it, she’s just gay

she tries to nonchalantly observe, look at your shoes, clothes, hairstyle, face

and lets say you dont notice and are on your merry way, so she’s admiring and u have no clue

she’s blushing just thinking about saying something what a loser

she imagines it, reaching over to tap your shoulder and compliment your style, or even just say you’re pretty, and her heart races

she thinks of so many different ways to strike up a convo, but never does

she tells herself she will by the time she gets off the bus, she’ll compliment you at the least, and then it’ll be accomplished and if nothing ever happens then that’s okay

(she’s praying you get off at the same stop, and maybe she can shoot her shot if you’re both going in the same direction)

she doesn’t though, what a coward, she keeps waiting and hesitating, and then you get off one stop earlier, and she watched you through the window like a creep as you walk off

and then she just prays she sees you again at the same time next day and then she’ll do it

[absbby]

ellie gets embarrassed putting the strap on and tells u to look away every single time. she won't put it on unless you make a huge show of covering your eyes with both hands and turning fully around. that's all

[absbby]

hiiii, thinking about ellie fucking reader like in a hurry on her place? whatever turns out better lmao

ellie fucking you in a hurry on her garage.

mdni! nsfw.

the entire morning was a constant state of denial for ellie; she didn't want to go to the dinner maria had organized to spend a little more time with her closest friends, even with joel.

there were constant complaints and mockery, soft whispers of pleading, your bare feet against the floor mat, sitting on the corner of her bed as you watched her at the workbench, a disassembled gun, oil paintings everywhere.

ellie wasn't mad, but she said she was just in the mood to be with you:

still, an hour later, she accept when your eyes turned in a certain soft and pleading way and melted away any denials. you watched her put on her casual jeans, a new blue plaid flannel shirt, and her hair in an awkward bun.

you dressed too, just as casually as other days, warm boots and tight jeans—you decided to wear your hair down for the first time in a few days. maybe that's what made ellie turn the twenty minutes before leaving her garage for maria's house into a complete odyssey.

"please—let me..." ellie whispered, her hands cupping your face. puppy eyes on yours.

"i'll do it quickly, if you let me. i won't be a crap anymore today."

she added, and seemed so sure of herself that she was already rolling up the sleeves of her flannel shirt to elbows level.

"ellie, we're gonna be late—" you whined a little, but deep down, the make-out session had made you a little dizzy. you stumbled over to the nightstand that sat next to the door and an old curtained window. right on the piece of furniture where ellie used to stick her switchblade.

but then again, ellie knew you well, that 'maybe' in your eyes and the way you closed your legs too tightly.

so she didn't hesitate, there was a white box under that same nighstand. it was her strap. with a flick of the toe of her sneaker, she pulled it out.

"just say yes, i'm at your feet." ellie said jokingly, her cheeks slightly red, she got on her knees in front of you while leaving long kisses on top of your gray shirt, on your lower abdomen. "like, literally." she murmured.

you let out a laugh, a groan at the situation, you couldn't say no to her... you were simply madly in love. so dumb.

your head nodded, your hands gripped the white furniture, and she didn't waste another minute.

ellie began unzipping your jeans, sliding the fabric down your thighs, leaving it just above your knees. it was quick, it wasn't thought out.

"how cheesy." she said with a mocking smile when she saw your panties. pink with little hearts.

"i really love them, so— screw you." you said in a fake, offended voice as you smiled down at her.

"sexy." she hissed, turned back to her matter.

ellie hooked her fingers through the elastic and pulled them down as well. her face was perplexed, as if it was the first time she'd seen you like this. she even unconsciously bit the corner of her lower lip.

"i might be luckiest bastard in jackson." she whispered.

you didn't have time for anything. it wasn't a premeditated or gentle move. it was ellie literally going for what she wanted. and when you felt her mouth place a kiss right on top of your throbbing clit, you even had to close your legs at the sensation.

"s—shit... you're crazy." you teased her, but she took it personally, her tongue darting out of her mouth to run up and down your folds, her hands on your thighs.

from your angle, you could see ellie's eyes closed tightly, her eyebrows furrowed, and her nose bumping against your mound, her mouth buried in you.

you moaned, holding onto the furniture, another hand went to the top of her head as if you wanted to guide her. and she noticed.

her mouth separated from your pussy, a thread of saliva and wetness joined on her lips and your folds, she looked into your eyes.

"fucking use me." she whispered, it was just a second.

ellie's mouth returned and you moaned even more, your pelvis moving over her face, and when her lips swirled around your clit to suck it steadily, your hand lightly pulled ellie's hair back and forth creating a rhythm.

you couldn't hold it, your head back, sitting slightly on the furniture, almost jumping into her face and your orgasm hit you leaving you sensitive, murmuring her name in moans.

ellie stood up again, her face looked a little red, and half of it was wet, she didn't even care and her hands were insistent towards the white box.

while ellie was putting the harness on her waist, you unbuttoned your boots and pulled down your jeans and panties completely, everything ended up on the floor, it was a mess at the entrance to the garage.

"tell me if it's too much, okay?"

ellie whispered against your lips as she positioned herself between your legs, one propped on the windowsill and the other around her waist. her hand moved down to your pussy again, feeling you.

"but i see you're ready, huh?" she said in that playful, slightly silly tone, making fun of how wet you were.

your gaze became somewhat feline, your hand placed itself on her lower waist and you gave her a tiny spank on the skin, a playful threat.

ellie giggled and got the message, taking the dildo in her right hand and letting you feel it gently against your slit. she wasn't as subtle as other times; seemed needy, and the tip soon entered you.

you whimpered, holding onto the furniture once more as you looked into her eyes, trembling as you felt ellie slowly enter you.

"shit, baby. take it, just take it."

ellie blurted out, trying to hold it together. you knew her, even though her mouth wanted to spill the dirtiest things that were going through her head at that moment.

"you feel so good."

you said in a shaky gasp, your hand seeking refuge on her shoulder as ellie began to move her hips in a familiar rhythm, it was slow but deep, and explicit sounds filled the walls.

"umh, yeah. fucking my girl so good."

ellie moaned too, pressing her chest against yours, kissing the hollow of your ear as you hugged her back. both of you had a layer of sweat on your foreheads. it didn't matter.

the chosen dildo also stimulated her, each thrust towards you was a brush against her extremely needy clit, and you noticed its intensity when she leaned you back a little, raising your leg more to her waist, the rhythm being much faster.

"i— yeah. look at me when i'm pounding into you, babe." she moaned.

you didn't moan, you let out a strangled scream, holding onto the edge of the furniture as you threw your head back. you wanted to cum so fast that you were even embarrassed when you did after a few minutes of thrusting. but ellie didn't stop.

ellie followed with at least five more thrusts, and it drove you crazy the way she used you to seek her own pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a soft, high-pitched moan as she came buried inside you.

"that was... so damn awesome."

she blurted out, her hand, where the ink of her tattoo rested, went to your thigh and gave it a squeeze, both of you looking into each other's eyes.

"can we just not go— to maria's?"

ellie said again, her face extremely soft, still inside you.

"ellie... be serious right now."

you said.

but yeah, you probably didn't want to go after this either. you just needed a second quickie.

(yeaaaahhh!!! you request, i deliver. thank u very much, hope you liked it.

still, this is a little rushed i just splashed the first ideas of my brain here, sorry) 😿

divider cr; @enchanthings-a

[absbby]

no because unfortunately saying "we shouldn't be doing this" does in fact, make me want to do it more.

[absbby]

I should be getting fucked and punished and degraded and dommed for being a filthy little brat right now, but alas. 😔

[absbby]

smut headcanons - E.W

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦  ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶

➜ LOVES to eat you out, doesn’t even want anything in return, she just wants to taste you

➜ her cute little button nose rubs your clit every time she moves her head, and every noise it pulls from you only encourages her more

➜ strap game goes HARD but she prefers to use her fingers or mouth, she wants her body to be the thing making you feel good, not a silicone dick

➜ will almost never pin down your wrists, she likes when you touch her body

➜ I definitely picture Ellie as a switch; like dom!top? obviously. sub!bottom? yeah the second you get on top of her she’s a whining mess. idk about sub!top or dom!bottom though, I think it’s safe to say she’s happy to be whatever

➜ only goes rough sometimes, she prefers love making over sex. but when she’s in the mood, or if you ask for it rough? she’s not one to hold back

➜ ik this is unhinged but just imagine Ellie on top of you, whispering soft praises as her fingers curl deep inside of you, her mouth trailing down your neck. then you start testing her patience, and suddenly the gentle Ellie is gone. she’s yanking your hair, speeding up to a brutal pace, calling you a slut and telling you to ‘fucking take it’

[absbby]

“you smell good”

take off my clothes with ur teeth

[absbby]

can you do loser!ellie sexting for the first time PUHLEASEEE you write her so well i can't 😭

sexting with loser!ellie

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