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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”
dreaming about smoking in bed with hot masc n then making out with her
can’t sleep
need big strong Abby Anderson to lay on top of me like a weighted blanket please
bruh i hate when i see a peak abby edit/art and then realize it’s ellabs 😞
Wish you were here 🖤
Summary: You’re a little too needy tonight and need your girlfriends help through the phone
wc: 1.5k
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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.
i need an older woman who will beat me and then praise me for taking it so good ♡
omg im such a loser
i NEED abby anderson.
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.
why so many ellie fics on my tumblr ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა
i need more abby fics
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"
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.