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[abbyslittleslvt]

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꒰ྀི১ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ !! ɪɴᴛʀᴏ ᴘᴏsᴛ !! ⊹ ࣪ ˖໒꒱ིྀ

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basic stuff : sophi , 18 yo , slavic , abby’s wife ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

interests : typology , tlou , lis , arcane , cosplay ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

typology : esfj sei so927 s[c]uai felv⁴¹⁴¹ sang-phleg 𓍢ִ໋❀

dni : pro russia n izrael , ice supporters , religious people ˚࿔

please forgive me for my bad grammar and poor spelling english is not my native language ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა

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[kerrry444]

need an older woman to manipulate me so bad

"you can do that for me..cant you bunny?”

"you wanna make mommy feel good, dont you?"

"yeah baby, you're such a smart gir!...show mommy again"

"i thought you were mommys good girl?"

"you don't wanna at least try? for mommy?"

"i know baby, but i bought this just for you! lets just test it out, yeah?"

"i'm sorry honey..i know it hurts but mommy is almost done"

"shhh its okay baby, look at you! you're being such a good girl"

"just one more? for me? it would make mommy so proud..you wanna make mommy proud don't you?

"shhh go back to sleep, you were telling mommy how tired you were remember? you weren't lying were you?"

“please? come on baby show mommy that pretty pussy”

[abbyslittleslvt]

dreaming about smoking in bed with hot masc n then making out with her

[somebitchprobably]

can’t sleep

need big strong Abby Anderson to lay on top of me like a weighted blanket please

[abbyslittleslvt]

bruh i hate when i see a peak abby edit/art and then realize it’s ellabs 😞

[somebitchprobably]

Wish you were here 🖤

Summary: You’re a little too needy tonight and need your girlfriends help through the phone

wc: 1.5k

🖤Masterlist🖤

The steam surrounds you, the hot water washing over your body. You let your head tilt back under the water, rinsing the shampoo out from your roots, running your fingers through your scalp to help it along. Stepping out, the air in the room is cold, quickly patting your skin dry before setting your hair up in your towel. 

With your sleepwear fitted snugly against you, your hair starting to dry against your shoulders, you finally settle against the pillows on your bed, checking your phone to find a text from your girlfriend that you missed about an hour and a half ago. You quickly open your phone without looking at the preview on your screen to a text reading ‘Done with training, when can I call you later?’

Attached with the message was a mirror selfie, her skin wet, damp with sweat, hair loose around her face, showing off her hard earned strength shamelessly. 

‘Oh my god’ you text back on instinct, not thinking before your fingers move across the keyboard, way too distracted by the picture, unable to stop looking at her. 

Even after you set your phone down, waiting to hear back from her you can’t stop thinking about how good she looked, every one of your evening routines was worked through on auto pilot, only thinking about her, your face heating and the shamefully filthy thoughts. 

With your teabag brewing in your mug, finally your phone buzzes against the counter. 

‘Oh. You liked that huh?’

‘Don’t’ You shoot back, hating how easily she can tease you, how easy she can get you needy. 

‘Don’t what?’

‘You're teasing me’ You huff, tossing the teabag away, carrying your mug and phone back with you to your bedroom. 

‘Can I call you?’ She finally asks again, the message lighting up your screen.

You settle down against your pillows again and press the call button on your screen. 

“Hey,” she answers softly, and you’re already melting at the sound of her voice.

“Hi,” you whisper back, sinking further into your bed, wishing it was her warmth that surrounded you.

“Anything exciting happen today?” She asks, you just hum softly in response.

“Just work” you murmur but you weren't really listening, her voice in your ear was too distracting tonight. 

“You okay?” She asks, her voice light and breathy. 

“Mhmm” 

Abby pauses for a second, then a smirk you could almost hear creeps onto her face, putting it all together, why you sound so distracted. 

“Does my girl need something?” she says, lowering her voice.

“Mmm, no…” 

“Why does your ‘no’ sound like a ‘yes’, baby?”

You whine, thighs pressing together in front of you. 

“Needy tonight are we?”

“You’re teasing me…” you whine again, voice pitching higher. 

“It's okay, you need a hand?” she says smugly, chuckling low under her breath.

“Mmm, can you come over?” 

She giggles into the speaker, the sound buzzing softly against your ear. “I can’t” 

There’s a pause while you think, maybe you could borrow your parents car? Get a cab?

“But…” she continues, “I can still give you a hand, if you want” 

“What do you mean?” Your brows pinch together slightly.

“Are you somewhere comfortable?” She asks.

“Yeah? I'm in bed”

“Good”

Through the receiver you can hear rustling, sheets and fabric slipping against one another before she breathes out a sigh into your ear. Heat pulses across your face, you feel like you're barely breathing, waiting for her next words to come through the phone. 

“What would you want me to do if I was there?” She speaks low, the kinda tone she already knows drives you crazy. The way she speaks to you when she wants you to melt under her. 

You whine, wincing in embarrassment, “mmmh, don’t make me say it” your voice comes out in a strained whisper, rocking your hips forward, squeezing them together again. 

She chuckles through the receiver, “okay, I won’t” there’s a pause “… this time” 

You continue to whine and moan in protest at her smug teasing, rolling onto your side, letting your face fall into your pillows, dampening your voice. 

“You know how I’d touch you if I was there, right?” She asks slowly, you can hear her bringing the receiver closer to her face, close enough you can hear each breath she takes.

“Mhmm” your hips buck forward again into the mattress.

“Start slow for me?” 

She doesn’t need to tell you twice, your hands are slowly sliding down your body as you roll onto your back, you’re trying to keep it light and slow, the way she would touch you when she draws it out for what feels like hours, keeping you right in the edge, keeping you despite, but your hands are firmer, greedier and it’s only a second before she hears your breath hitch too fast through the phone.

“Not so fast” she quips, and your hands freeze at her sudden words.

“Please” you whimper through strained breaths.

“I don’t think so” she responds, “use just one finger for me, okay? Slowly” she instructs you with a firm tone, your hands shake just slightly as you slide your hand back down underneath your waistband, dipping into your wetness, dragging one finger through your folds and pulling it up past your clit, before slowly sliding it back down.

“It doesn’t feel the same” you whine, phone pressed against your cheek between the pillow.

“Aww, I know” she coo’s, her own breath catching, growing heavier in your ear. 

“Abby, please, I need more” your body starts to feel like it’s burning from holding back, your restraint starts to simmer under your skin, even more so when you hear the small breaks in her own breathing, soft whimpers escaping her lips too, you could only imagine how she must look right now. Her phone also pressed against her face, her fingers sliding through her pretty pussy.

“Okay,” she whispers out between heavy sighs, “you can go faster, just don’t come yet” 

You don’t respond, you just let your fingers move faster against yourself, rubbing and circling over your clit, almost wishing you had both hands free so you could fuck yourself slowly to the sound of her moaning quietly in your ear. 

“Fuck, you sound so good” she groans, and through the phone you can hear her pace picking up, her hand moving faster, her soft breathy wimpers pitching higher. 

“That feel good, baby?” She asks, slowly unable to keep herself quiet.

“Y-yeah” you pant, your wetness coating everything, making your fingers slip against your clit with ease, the tight, boiling heat, growing in the pit of your stomach, your pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing each time her moans ring against your ear, 

“Fuck-“ she hisses, you can just make out the sound of her wetness through the phone, hear her fast desperate pace she’s working against her clit. “Fuck I wish I could see you” she breaths out, voice breaking at the edges, all you can offer as a response is pathetic little whimpers.

“Fuck- you’d be so wet for me, wouldn’t you?” Her pace quickens again.

“God-“ she breaks off into a moan, loud and unapologetic, letting you know just how much the thought of you is getting her off.

“Abby, I’m close, please” you manage out, bordering on tears as you start to hold back your release.

“I know, I know” she breathes, choking out a strained moan between each breath. “Come with me, come with me please, I’m so close” her voice breaks at the end of her sentence, trailing off into a broken whimper as everything between you builds higher.

You let your eyes flutter close and really picture her here in front of you, kneeling between your legs, moaning like she is now against your heat, eating you like she’s starved. You picture the way her eyes gaze up at you from between your legs, the way her brows pinch together and her eyes roll back at the taste of you. 

Suddenly the two of you are a mess of moans and heavy breathing, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, just when it feels like it’s built too much, it cashes over you like a wave, sending shockwaves through your body and you let yourself ride out each one, slowly dragging your fingers over your sensitive clit till you buck away from the sensation, overwhelmed. 

Abby comes down from her release slowly too, her breath slowly evening out, quieting down as each breath steadies her into a chuckle.

You giggle back into the receiver, still slightly out of breath. “Well that was… new” you say, amused.

“Yeah” she breathes out, still chuckling softly between her words. “We should definitely do that again”

“What? Now?” 

“No!” She laughed, “You goober. I meant like, another time”

“Oh!” You laugh back, “Sorry my brain is still coming back online” 

“Maybe next time we’ll do it over a video call. That way I can make sure you’re listening to what say hm?” She teases. 

“You’re unbelievable”

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[xunn-x]

i need an older woman who will beat me and then praise me for taking it so good ♡

[welaughuntilourribsgettough]

[abbyslittleslvt]

omg im such a loser

[mabezgetzbabez]

i NEED abby anderson.

[liliesplusdaisies]

F!Reader X Abby Anderson (SA Trigger Comfort)

WC ↝ 1.2k+

Summary ↝ You, Abby, and your friends are out shopping. You are trying on clothes, but when someone playfully touches your ass, you are triggered because of your past. Abby is there to help you through it.

Content Warning ↝ Past SA Mention (No details of it, just the trigger), Angst, Fluff.

Author's Note ↝ To my nonnie, who requested this, I hope it was to your liking ‹𝟹

“Ugh, my feet hurt.” You groan at the feeling. You, Abby, and your 2 friends, Kendall and Alina, have been shopping for hours. It was fun at first, but now you're starting to get exhausted. The music is blaring as you try on the 5th pair of jeans, and you're honestly over everything. “Almost done, sweetface,” Abby calls out behind the curtain.

“I don’t know about these guys, they're kinda tight around my hips,” I saw as I looked in the mirror. “Lemme see, it probably looks fine,” Kendall calls out. You move the curtain to show everyone the jeans, “Damn girl, they look good,” Kendall says. You smile a little, unsure if you’ll add it to the pile of clothes Abby is holding. “Idk It looks kinda tight around this area.” You rub your hands over your upper thighs and hips to show them what you’re talking about.

“Turn real quick,” Alina says. You do, showing them the back of the jeans, as requested. “Holy shit, when did you get this thing behind you?” You look back, a little confused about what she's talking about. She laughs when she sees your confused expression. She brings her hand to tap your ass twice. You stiffen at the feeling, and your mood switches in an instant. 

You turn around quickly, biting your lip, trying your best to hide your discomfort. You know she didn’t mean any harm by it; it was something Kendall and Alina have done to each other multiple times, whether they were dancing in a club or simply admiring one another's gym progress. You just can’t shake the violating feeling coursing through your body. “I think I’ll keep it,” You say, wanting nothing but to get out of the dressing room as fast as possible. 

Abby notices the slight change in tone. She looks at you, but as soon as she does your already back in the changing room. “We’re gonna go wait in the line while you put your clothes back on,” Kendall says, her voice fading away as she walks out of the fitting room. You hurry to take off the jeans, wanting to rid the thing that’s currently making you feel so icky. Your shuffling concerns Abby. “Baby? Do you need some help?” 

You want to reply, but there is a lump in your throat growing by the second. If you speak, it’ll be a dead giveaway that you're upset, and you don’t want to ruin the vibe. So you hum a slight tune that is equivalent to a ‘yes.’ After about 5 minutes, you still aren’t out. You're pacing around the tiny space, trying to calm yourself down. Thoughts are flying through your mind, ‘You know she didn’t mean it,’ ‘You're overreacting,’ ‘Why do you ruin everything?’ 

Truth is, people touching the back of your thighs or ass unannounced is a trigger for you. It has always been, no matter how many therapy sessions you’ve undergone, or how much you tried to stop it from affecting you, it’s the one thing that has never truly faded. Stopping you in your tracks, you hear the curtain slide open as quickly as it closes. Abby is looking at you, eyes filled with concern, when she sees you shaking out your hands and pacing back and forth. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” She puts the pile of clothes on the little stool near the mirror. She grabs your chin and positions your face to look at her. All your attempts to keep your composure come crashing down when you see her eyes staring back at you. Your lip quivers, and you just put your head on her chest, sobbing into her shirt. She quickly wraps her arms around you. Wondering what’s going on.

She’s going through all the possible reasons you could be upset right now. You were fine up until about 10 minutes ago. The last thing that happened was your friends commenting on your jeans. Abby knew about your SA. It was something you had to tell her before things got too intimate between the two of you. She was very understanding and made sure to try her absolute hardest not to accidentally trigger you. 

When she remembers the playful touches to your ass, realization settles in. “I know, baby,” She says. She picks you up and holds you. Your face in the crook of her neck, and your sniffles are loud against her ears. Making her heart ache. She sits on top of the clothes, not caring about wrinkling them; her only concern is to make you feel better. She presses you into her, knowing you need her comfort more than anything right now.

“I-” You pause, trying to catch your breath, “I don’t know why it still b- bothers me. Why can’t I just be n-normal?” You say your voice breaks after every few words. Her heart squeezes at your question, “Princess, there is nothing wrong with you; everyone has things that upset them. There is no shame in that.” She kisses your head and continues, “You wanna go home, pie?” The nickname lifted your mood a little; it was an inside joke from when you ate a whole pie in one sitting. You try to answer, but hiccups are the only thing that leaves your lips.

“Breathe, baby,” She says as you sob into her shirt. She moves back a little so she can see your face. Her hands come to both of your cheeks as she presses a kiss to your forehead. “Like we usually do, in for 4 out for 4.” This was the breathing exercise that the two of you used when one of you needed calming. 

You follow her directions, looking into her eyes, breathing synchronously. Soon, you are relaxed enough to speak, “What do I tell them?” You ask her, worrying about being a buzzkill. “I’ll figure that out for you, pretty girl. Let's get you in the car first, then I’ll let them know. Okay?” Her tone is like a kiss, so loving.

“Okay.” You say lookings at your fingers and picking at your nails. She stands you up, wiping the rest of your tears with her shirt. She just puts her sweater over it, so no one realizes. You smile a little at the gesture. She leaves the clothes in the fitting room, unsure if buying them would keep an unpleasant memory of this moment.

She opens the door for you, and you sit in the passenger seat. She puts on your seat belt and tilts her head to look at you, “I’ll be right back, angel.” You nod and close the door. Abby goes to the line and gives your friends a brief explanation, “She’s not feeling too good, I think I’m gonna take her home.” They throw concerned questions at her, but she answers them subtly, not giving too many details. She knew you wouldn’t want them to know the extent of the situation.

She says her goodbyes and makes her way back to the car. Once her own seatbelt is fastened, she turns to you. Your alluring features stare back at her. “You wanna get ice cream and eat it at the waterfall, or do you just wanna go home?” Abby knew you loved nature. There was one particular waterfall you never stopped talking about after the two of you saw it. It would also be a good distraction to get your mind off what just happened. “Ice cream, please,” You say. 

Abby smiles, happy that you still want to go out and do things. She doesn’t like for you to stay inside all day, sitting with your thoughts. “Of course, anything for my pretty baby,” She says while pulling off.

[abbyslittleslvt]

why so many ellie fics on my tumblr ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა

i need more abby fics

[pawcketpuppy]

Thinking about a mommy that will make me get myself off on my stuffed animal infront of her

"such a naughty little thing, can't help but hump anything in sight, keep going baby you look so desperate"

[dearbaes]

tags : big clit!abby , manhandling , oral , hair pulling , subby!reader , objectification , mean dom!abby, scratching , overstimulation implied , mention of aftercare , mention of dumbification , reader is crazily in love with abby , little bits of praise kink

Abby can be real fucking mean when she’s in the mood.

Her clit throbs as she fists your hair, her own palm is wrapped with a good few locks of your hair until it’s tangled in place. She’s controlling your every voice. You’re been down on the floor for so long, your knees hurt. But you don’t dare move without permission.

She pulls you in closer. You can smell the musky faint scent of her pussy juices. It makes your own pussy throb with need but you don’t dare touch yourself without permission either.

At this moment, you’re her toy.

You’re for her pleasure only.

And you never disappoint.

Your mouth opens before she commands it—she’s satisfied. Her grip on your hair loosens slightly to reward you. Your tongue finds her clit first.

Of course. How could you not?

Her clit is engorged. Swollen with need. You’re pleasuring it like your life depends on it. The delicate way you’re licking it—you might as well be worshipping it.

Your lips part to allow her throbbing clit inside. It twitches inside your mouth as her hand guides you to press your face firmly against her body, like you’re trying to become one with her.

Your love for her runs deep. So deep you’d crawl inside her and stay inside her if you could.

You lick and suck her clit like it’s your sworn duty. Abby moans and grinds herself against you, your chin dripping with her juices.

You’re messy. You don’t care.

You want more. You need more. Your fingernails dig into the flesh of her thighs as you part them and lick over her cunt. Her hole flutters around nothing.

She needs you, too.

Your tongue plunges inside. Her sweet taste fills your mouth—addictive in its own way. You feel the way she’s shaky when your tongue is inside her, her pussy is tight and a little chubby. Her bush is light but messy and slicked with arousal.

At this moment, you’re just a toy to her.

You know she’s going to use you however she pleases, cum on you and mess up your pretty face with her juices and then kiss you when she’s running you a warm bath and ordering you both food.

She knows how to treat you like a fuck toy and then like the most precious princess ever.

“That’s my good girl, you’re so good at this, aren’t you? Like you’re made for my pleasure. Born for my pleasure.”

That’s what makes your clit pulse with need.

You gasp when she suddenly smushes your face between her pussy lips, using your face to grind herself and get friction to her throbbing heat.

“Fuck, fuck!” She cusses, voice cracking, “get that damn mouth to use already!”

You swallow thickly, you have to make her proud.

Your grip on her thigh increases, nails now leaving crescent-shaped marks on her muscular flesh as you ready yourself—tongue greedily dragging over her folds and fucking into her.

Abby moans—it’s high-pitched this time.

You know what that means: you’ve caught her off-guard and there’s nothing that turns you on more than to see this side of Abby. The trembling, whiny side—she’s a mess whether she likes to admit that or not. Sure, she loves controlling you and face fucking you with her gorgeous big clit.

But the tables are turned now.

And you’re gonna make her cum until she can’t think anymore.