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how it feels to enjoy lesbian smut fics knowing you get 0 action irl
A team of lesbians I made up
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝘩 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 ౨ৎ ⋆。˚
♡₊˚ ──── 1.8k . dbf!abby x femme!reader . voice kink , large age gap ꒰ a!40s -> r!20s ꒱, dirty talking , phone sex , dom!abby , she is a little mean sometimes ahh but she's so fine , super needy reader , abby's not serious abt anything so unrequited love kinda , we've been thru this before she's taller than u no matter what in all my fics , mention of parents being divorced , everyone is pretty well off financially in this au , college student reader , barely mentioned but reader's a ballerina in this au , pet names & babying . minors do not interact >:( reblogs 'n comments greatly appreciated <3
𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 . . . ౨ৎ abby anderson :( so i had 2 write this because abby anderson :// sorryyyy. i had to !!! abby anderson !!! and yea also inspired by the lana song <3
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Haii do you think you can write about reader who has a really low libido and it takes her so much time to cum and get wet (+she’s a pillow princess) and she just feels so bad about it because gf Ellie really wants to make her feel good but reader is just really not responsive so she feels really useless in bed
✿֔ᮬMy Beautiful Girl ✿֔ᮬ {E.W}
summary: it’s takes more time for you to cum than others, you feel useless and not enough for ellie, but she reminds you that she loves you regardless of that
word count: 640
cw: soft sexual content, fluffy
ೀ angel’s note!🗒️~ AHHH i absolutely loved writing this, thanks for requesting it!!!!
the bedroom glows amber in the lamplight, and ellie’s looking at you like you're made of something precious. you can feel the familiar knot forming in your chest, that anxious tangle of “what if I can't and what if she gets tired of waiting and what if I'm not enough.”
"hey," she whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "where’d you go?"
you try to smile, but it wobbles at the edges. "i’m here."
"no, you're not." her thumb traces the curve of your cheek, feather-light. "you’re somewhere in your head, worrying about things that don't matter to me."
the thing is, your body has never been quick to respond. It takes time, so much time, and even then, there's no guarantee. you’ve read all the articles, tried all the tricks, but sometimes you just feel like a pillow princess who can't even enjoy being treated like royalty. and ellie deserves someone who melts at her touch, who gasps and arches and makes her feel wanted in return.
"i just—" you start, but she's already kissing you, soft as cotton candy dissolving on your tongue.
"shh," she breathes against your lips. "no pressure tonight. no goals. i just want to touch you because i love touching you. is that okay?"
you nod, throat tight with something that might be relief or might be the beginning of tears.
her hands move like poetry, slow, deliberate, writing verses across your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, across the landscape of your stomach. she’s not rushing toward anything. she’s just... exploring. appreciating. her lips follow the path her fingers make, pressing constellations of kisses into your skin.
"you’re so soft," she murmurs, almost to herself. "feels like i’m touching clouds."
it’s ridiculous and whimsical and so perfectly ellie that you actually laugh, some of the tension unspooling from your shoulders.
"there she is," ellie grins up at you, eyes crinkling with delight. "there’s my girl."
when her hand slides between your thighs, there's no urgency in it. just curiosity. tenderness. she touches you like she's learning a new language, patient with every syllable. and maybe it's because she's not expecting anything, or maybe it's because her other hand is laced with yours, or maybe it's just that love feels different than performance, but something in you begins to unfurl.
"that’s it," she whispers, kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. "just feel. don’t think. just be here with me."
her fingers move in gentle circles, a rhythm like waves lapping at shore. there’s no countdown, no finish line. just this: her breath warm against your neck, her body pressed close to yours, the soft sounds she makes when you sigh or shift or squeeze her hand.
time becomes honey-thick and golden. you stop counting minutes, stop monitoring your body's responses like a scientist with a clipboard. instead, you sink into the sensation of being cherished, of hands that touch you not to prove anything, but simply because they want to know you.
when pleasure finally builds, it's not a race or a performance. It's a sunrise, slow, inevitable, painting everything in shades of rose and gold. ellie feels the change in your breathing and makes a sound of pure joy, like she's witnessing something miraculous.
"i’ve got you," she promises. "take all the time you need. i’m not going anywhere."
and when you finally crest that gentle wave, it's not explosive or earth-shattering. it’s soft. warm. like coming home to a house where all the lights are on and someone's been waiting for you with patient, open arms.
afterward, she holds you close, pressing kisses into your hair. "see?" she whispers. "you’re perfect exactly as you are. my perfect, beautiful girl."
you believe her. for the first time in a long time, you actually believe her.
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the scar on her cheek makes her look SO PRETTY.
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everybody here wants you
sevika x reader, 2.8k words
summary: sevika and you have been broken up for a month, though deep down, you knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. when someone else hits on sevika in front of you, you decide that being apart just isn't going to work.
tags: established relationship with sevika, ex girlfriend! sevika, possessive reader, jealous reader, power bottom! reader x service top! sevika, sevika lowkey ragebaits reader, reader is a little mean, strap usage, face riding, hair pulling, biting, back scratching, angst if you squint, comfort and cuddling after sex
notes: i know this isn't the cowboy part two you guys were waiting for, its in progress i promise... im ovulating and tumblr just has to deal with it. thank you to @massiveragingdyke for not making me feel like a nutcase and reading through this fic (she listens and she doesnt judge)... anyway, hope you guys like my ever-perverted lesbian fanfic! love all of you!
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୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ "asking my gf rage bait questions"
pairing : gf!ellie x reader
tags/warnings : none! + fluff
summary : u ask gf!ellie those tt rage bait questions heaadcanonss(??)
a/n : lowkey pulled ts outta my ass + first post!!!!
‧₊˚❀ signed e.w. ༉‧₊˚.
୨୧ - ellie would already be suspicious of your antics. you and her sitting infront of your phone camera while you ask her questions? totally weird. even with that knowledge she totally still plays along with it.
୨୧ - by the time you even press the record button, she's already laughing, spouting shit about how stupid this is gonna be. you definitely had to reset the video at least 3 times before she kept her mouth shut.
୨୧ - the first question you ask her is, "if i had a twin who looked exactly like me, would you be attracted to her?" she would reply with a "yeah, duh." you would reprimand her or something, and she would raise her hands and try to explain herself but fail miserably.
୨୧ - ellie would say something like, "okay, but c'mon, look exactly like you? no shit, I'd be attracted to her." you would laugh and say, "but she doesn't have my personality!" you two yap about that for the first 2 minutes of the video.
୨୧ - second question. "would you kiss me for 10 dollars or someone else for 10 million?" she would pause for a bit and say, "you, but, like, 10 million...?" you would hit her shoulder, and you two would both laugh.
୨୧ - "do you love me because I'm pretty or do you think I'm pretty because you love me?" the third question barely leaves your mouth when she says "both". she would pause for a bit, then say, "because like you're attractive, and I love you." you'd giggle but find it pretty weirdly endearing...?
୨୧ - that one question catches you off guard for the rest of the video, honestly.
୨୧ - finally the fourth and final question. there were definitely more on tiktok but you couldn't be bothered to search for a tonne of them. "would you rather have never met me or cheat on me right now?" she would groan, "that questions stupid. cheat on you." you would give her an exaggerated gasp, "so you're saying you'd cheat on me?" she rolls her eyes. "well, you're not giving me the best options here." you copy her and roll your eyes back at her.
୨୧ - eventually, just as the video is reaching 9 minutes, you tell her that you were just tryna rage bait her. "oh my god, I knew something was up!" she would groan again, for like the 6-7th time in this video? "I knew it; that's why I could literally never win with the questions—" she would go on and on till the ten minutes were up, so i'd say the rage baiting was successful.
Hiii!!!! Love your writing so much ❤️ I have a simple request. If you haven’t written anything like this, could you right something with dom g!p sevika x younger reader…and it’s sevika getting the reader to squirt for the first time😓
𖥻 ׁ ׅ KNOCK ME UP ! ׁ ׅ 𖤐
tags : age gap , squirting , dom!sevika , car sex , g!p sevika , mention of breeding and knocking up , praise kink
a/n : thank u for the idea @sevikascumslut !! 🫶🏻💕
Dad’s best friend!Sevika was truly insatiable.
You knew it was wrong and your dad would practically kill you if he ever were to find out but when you turned the music on in Sevika’s car— which by the way she was only supposed to pick you up from college in— the playlist shuffled to something sensual.
The air was tense. You didn’t want to make it seem like you were getting ideas because Sevika didn’t change the song on the radio either. She just went on with it. One glance turned to two and that’s when you finally whispered, “this isn’t right, Vika.”
She grunted in response, left hand going to grab your thigh and trace idle patterns there as she continued driving— suddenly laser-focused on the road. You sighed softly and placed both hands on her easily bigger one.
“We have to stop this. Dad wouldn’t want this.”
Sevika parked the car suddenly, it almost made you lurch forward if it weren’t for the seatbelt securing you in place. You stared at her, waiting for a response.
She finally spoke, “I just want you to realise I don’t care whatever obstacle comes between us, even if that’s my best friend, or your dad… the same person who we both care for— but really, sugar, I’m not giving up on this.”
“Sevika… you’re irrationally sweet.”
For a while, none of the both of you spoke and just enjoyed each others’ company— staring into each others’ eyes as the song served as background music. Your hand grabbed at her jacket, you tugged, she chuckled. Her hand in your hair, yours on her chest— you kissed her— wet, sloppy and needy as you felt her hand travelling down slowly to cup one breast through the fabric of your dress.
“You always dress so pretty to college?”
You giggled at that, nodded and whispered, “backseat?”
Sevika smirked. “Fuck yeah.”
You both scrambled to the back seat, you tugged your dress down, leaving yourself in your underwear only as Sevika unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her shirt. You sighed softly as you took in the appearance of the other woman who was surely much older than you. Gosh, she was in her late forties… and you were in your twenties.
It was a controversial age gap, and although you both hadn’t exactly been on too many dates outside under her sun and all— you knew if you stepped on these roads with a woman who looked your dad’s age and was your dad’s age— you’d get a lot of judgemental looks, and comments. You weren’t ready for that— not for the sake of your own mental health. For Sevika’s. The woman’s resolve was crafted with steel— or at least she made it out to be the case… however, you knew that you just needed to give her a chance to be softer.
“You okay?” Sevika grazed her knuckle to the side of your face.
You smiled, nodding.
“Come here.” You held her by the waist, tugging her closer. “You’re throbbing.”
You whispered when you glanced down to see her huge length, tip flushed and leaky. It throbbed under your electric gaze.
“I need to be in you.”
She grabbed your hips and pulled you up, knocking you off balance. You caught yourself, elbows against the back seats.
“Oh my, you’re excited.” You teased.
Sevika just grunted before she thrusted herself inside. She was big, her shaft girthy and sensitive inside. She started moving— hips pistoning mechanically from the sheer need of being inside you— as if she wasn’t already.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, honey.”
“I just missed you being in me. You’re huge…”
“Yeah?”
Sevika pressed her hand down on your abdomen, smirking when you whined and squirmed. The feeling of being so full you could feel it when she rubbed you. Your eyes closed in delight.
“Oh, Sevika… ohhh…”
“That’s my pretty girl.” She tucked your hair back, your forehead beading with sweat as she pounded inside.
“You— you’re not even… wearing protection…”
“Thought you were on the pill.”
Sevika joked, her fingers finding the curve of your breast which she kneaded and moaned at the softness alone. She leaned down and bit the nipple.
“Fuck.” You moaned, legs locking around her hips, then whispered, “you’re gonna knock me up, huh?”
“You want that? Carryin’ your dad’s best friend’s kid?” Sevika slammed herself deeper, her tip kissing your cervix.
Your eyes watered. “Do it if you fucking dare.”
Sevika knew that tone. The kind that was used to provoke her in this kind of a setting— not entirely a wish, a suggestion for later, nothing entirely serious. So she gave you the hope, she fucked you as if she’d get you pregnant and bottomed out with deep thrusts until suddenly—
A spray of your release hit her abs. Your breath hitched. For a second, you thought you peed yourself.
“Fuckin’ squirted.” Sevika murmured under her breath, resuming her thrusts.
You moaned out, “Sev— shit— oh, fuck, I’m sensitive. Fuck, you’re actually—” she cut you out, her hand slapping over your mouth to contain your louder moans so passer-by’s didn’t hear and right hand you thought she’d nut— she pulled out and thick ropes of cum shot out of her tip and all over your abdomen and chest.
You smiled. “Didn’t have the guts to knock me up after all.”
“Tell your father ‘bout us, and I will fuckin’ give him a grandkid.”
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Pheromone Perfume ₊⊹ Gf!Ellie
When you caved into the pheromone perfume fad, you did not expect it to work. Ellie proved otherwise.
[ not proofread - sorry if this is cheeks guys ]
Warnings┈┈> smut, mdni
wc: 3.65k
Ellie felt like she was going insane.
Albeit the lights in the restaurant were dimmed, they felt heavy, her clothes sat the wrong way, even after adjusting them for the millionth time, and you.
You smelled amazing. It hit her senses like a brick wall the moment you met her at the door, something under your usual scent. You only smiled at her and sauntered to the table where your friends waited.
She didn’t know what it was, but tonight you were magnetic. Always, of course. But tonight…she couldn’t rip herself from you if she tried. Her hand stayed connected to any piece of you she could place. Your thigh, right below your dress hem, the small of your back, the nape of your neck when she draped her arm around the back of your chair.
You seemed oblivious. Throwing your head back at a joke Jesse told, or gasping at a story Dina shared as the dinner went on.
Little did she know, you knew. That fad of the infamous pheromone perfume? You finally caved and bought it. And you declared it the best impulse buy the moment you saw your girlfriend's pupils dilate when you gave her a greeting kiss at the front of the restaurant.
And oh god, it was fun to watch her squirm.
Ellie started her sentences steadily, only to choke them out halfway through whenever your fingers brushed the back of her neck. You could feel her heat, notice the shift in her legs, pressing her thighs together each time you reached across her or tossed in a soft “love” or “baby.”
And by the time the table settled in after everyone’s main courses, the chatter hummed. Abby laughed with Nora, Dina was busy begging Jesse for another cat, and Ellie…
Ellie was nursing a drink in her hands—tight, like it would offer some semblance of comfort while she nodded along with what you were talking about. Something along the lines of apartment decor, but she couldn’t make herself listen. She couldn’t help but trail down the slope of your neck, down to your chest like a pervert. She imagined holding them, groping them, putting them in her mouth and suckling on them to get sounds from your lungs and leaving dark marks along the fat of them while you begged for more. She didn’t need you to talk about room decor; she needed you to moan her name while she fought for air between your legs.
“Ellie?” Her name on your lips snapped her out of her horny daze, and her gaze finally met yours.
“Yu—uh, yeah?”
“What’s wrong?” Your brow had a knit to it, but she caught the small quirk in your lips. Those damn lips that needed to latch onto hers as soon as humanly possible—otherwise, she was sure she would implode.
“I think we should go home.” She announced, her voice came out rougher than expected, quieter. And when your soft smile deepened, she knew that you knew what you were doing to her.
“We haven’t ordered desserts…or paid yet, love.” Love. It rolled off that beautiful tongue of yours like it was her name.
“I don’t care.” She whispered. Her eyes darted across the table to her friends, who were caught up in their own conversations and stories. “They won’t care—Jesse…Jesse can pay, and I’ll pay him back.”
You almost pushed for a little more teasing, but her eyes flicked across your face before she let out a low “Please.”
That was all it took. You nodded, and Ellie shot up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. Everyone turned. Dina groaned, teasing about the early exit, but Ellie barely heard her.
“Sorry, Dina,” You simply chuckled, giving her a peck on the cheek and a tight hug as she pouted in her chair. Ellie murmured something to Jesse, and he barked a laugh, clapping hands with her like they just won something. Abby and Nora said their goodbyes as well. Nora gave a small wave, and Abby returned a cordial side hug.
Ellie couldn’t keep her damn hands off you—even in the car. One hand on the wheel and the other squeezing your thigh, hitching higher before you swatted her hand away just before she reached your panties. All she could do was let out a strangled chuckle, white-knuckling the wheel like it would take the heat.
“So, what’s the jig?” she asked, shooting you a quick look, that crooked smirk tugging at her mouth.
“What jig?”
“Babe, you’re glowing. And yeah, you always glow, but this is different. And you smell—” she exhaled through her nose, almost frustrated “—you smell fucking amazing. Stop playing with me and just tell me what you did.”
She tried for serious, but her voice cracked at the edges, octave a little too high, words shaky. You knew she was unraveling.
“I didn’t do anything.” You lied, settling back into your seat with a faint smile. Maybe you’d keep this to yourself. Drive her crazy whenever you want.
That was it. Ellie practically sped home, going twenty over the speed limit because she didn’t want to pull over and eat you out then and there—mainly out of selfishness due to the possibility of people driving by and seeing you. Only she got to do that.
When she parked the car outside of your shared apartment, she slammed the door shut, opened yours, and did not wait to bolt to the front door and fumble with her keys. The girl took ages, and if you looked close enough, you could see the slight shake in her hand, and hear the small “fuck me” under her breath each time the key slid past the lock in a futile attempt.
And the second that damn door swung open, Ellie did not hesitate to pull you inside by the arm, nearly toppling over herself in the process.
She pulled you into a hard kiss, all teeth and tongue and a fistful of your hair. It was sloppy, eager. She needed a quick fix before pulling back with a heave.
“Let’s go.” She grunted, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom. You couldn’t help but giggle at her eagerness, even while she weaved around the sofa and slid by objects in the living room, she still gave you a quick once-over to see if you were okay.
And then this girl hauled you onto the bed, the duvet let out a soft exhale when your back collided with it.
“Up,” Her hands snaked behind your back, asking for a small arch so she could reach for the zipper of your dress. When you obeyed, you watched her mouth twitch up like she won. The zipper hummed as it traced down to your lower back, and it was completely off within seconds, thanks to a very eager Ellie.
“Fuuuck, baby.” She groaned into the crook of your neck, her nose nudging the divot of your shoulder as she inhaled your unusually addictive perfume. Her hands pawed at your hips, squeezing the skin around them like she could knead you into herself.
Her clothes weren’t even off yet, but she couldn’t care less, she could only care about you. Your clothes, your chest, your skin, those damn legs, and the gorgeous thighs that lived with them. The ones she so desperately needed to be in between right then and there.
But your fingertips grazing her white dress shirt, riding it up to her shoulders, made her shiver. She threw it off with no problem, within a blink—wait, no. It was not, in fact, within a blink. Her chin had gotten caught in the neckline; she hadn’t even bothered trying to undo her buttons, and she was caught like a bug in a web, and you were giggling beneath her.
“Babe.” She grunted, arms up and wriggling like a caterpillar. Her lower torso was exposed, distractingly gorgeous with delicious abs and an even yummier pair of tits in a red wine-colored bra.
She let out a whine mixed with another frustrated grunt. She said your name like it was an order—tried to, at least. It came out high-pitched and needy instead.
“Okay, okay,” You chuckled, scooting out from underneath her to sit up. Your hands hovered near the buttons, and she let out a puff of relief. Your hands reached her torso, running them against her abdomen.
The girl jolted, murmuring a small “cold” before you palmed the base of her tits, fingertips reaching the top of her mounds; the skin peeking out at the top of her bra.
She was radiating warmth, and when you finally helped her out of her shirt, so was her face.
Before you could tease her about it, she latched back onto your neck, easing you down once more onto your back. She wanted to move lower, pull your own bra off with a quick snap, and latch onto your tits like an animal, but she couldn’t break away from your scent. Your regular perfume had an unusual pull. Too much so that her veins felt hot, the nape of her neck sweaty, and her cunt absolutely pulsating. For Ellie, being turned on by you was typical, but this? This was primal, like a bitch in heat.
She didn’t even realize your hands had popped her red push-up undone until her nipples stiffened against the cold of the room, and your palm had begun to warm them up with slow squeezes. A low groan left her and fell into your neck, pulling away and seeing the dark purple that bloomed on your jugular. How long had she been there?
“Ellie—” Your voice cracked, and she snapped from her daze. You were grinding your lace panties—they were leaving little to the imagination—against her knee, which had found purchase between your thighs, applying a steady pressure to your center. The eager jut of your hips was sinful. If Ellie’s boxers weren't soaked before, they sure were at this point.
Her eyes snapped back to yours, pupils matching hers: dilated beyond recognition. Her hands pushed back below your shoulder blades to unhook your bra.
“Please…” She started, the hook snapping open with a small tick. “Sit on my face, baby,”
The lace was thrown aside carelessly, to be found later. And finally, Ellie did the thing she had been waiting to do: latch onto your tits, palming the right one with whatever hand(s) she could as her mouth sucked the left. The sigh you let out was heavenly, an absolute blessing for her ears. She got to have your tits in her mouth, while she could hear your soft sighs of pleasure. The ones that came because of her.
“Please, baby…” she cooed, saliva dribbling down her chin, sinfully illustrating your boobs with a line of it. Her epidote-colored eyes burned into your own through the hoods of her lids. Pure desire. Want. Ellie wanted nothing more than to feel you on her mouth, suffocating between your thighs in ecstasy as she pulled moans and gasps from that pretty mouth of yours. She wanted you to sit on top of her, let you pull her hair. Use her mouth to get yourself off.
Within the split second that you nodded, Ellie was already on her back, swiping her tongue out to wet her cupid's bow.
“Your pants aren’t off.” You breathed, sitting up on your knees and pulling your hair to the side. Your abdomen stretched below your rib cage, hips moving as you inched closer to Ellie. Who was a dumbfucked mess—
“Oh—“ Her head flicked down to her jeans, hanging low on her hips, her boxers peeking out from the top line. “Sorry.” She cursed, sitting up to slide them off in haste. They plopped down onto the floor beside the bed, and she was already returned on her back, quickly forgotten, signaling with her hands for you to come closer like an air traffic controller.
You snickered, and she furrowed a brow.
“What’s funny?”
“Nothing.” You lied. Eager Ellie was one of the many cute variations of your girlfriend. When was she not eager? When did she not apologize for still having her pants on?
When you inched over her, swinging a leg to the other side of her head, the auburnette let out a relieved sigh, warm breath tufting against your thighs. Her hands came up, resting one on your left, and the other on the curve of your ass.
And when you finally sat on her face, eased down onto those pretty lips of hers, Ellie hummed approvingly. Her tongue finally got the taste she was craving for the last hour of torture. But fuck, was it worth it. You tasted like heaven on a plate (her face).
The tip of her nose nudged your clit as her tongue focused on your entrance, tantalizingly, tasting the sweet and salty slick that was meant for her. When your whines met her ears as she swiped her tongue through each fold lazily, she practically came right there.
Her tongue was just missing your clit by a mere centimeter, purposefully. Because, despite her love for getting you off, she lived for the whines and pleas that came with your anticipation.
The sound of your small, sharp breaths mixed with hers—the girl under you was muffled, wet, sloppy sounds came from her mouth as she devoured you like dessert.
“Fuck—Ellie…” and just as she anticipated, one of your hands tangled into her auburn hair, pulling her head up closer—although she was already smushed—to your pussy. Her name, particularly falling in a breath from your lips, exemplified the throb in her cunt, her boxers becoming more of a wet mess than they had been at the dinner table.
And she had a clear line of sight from underneath you, brow knit, back arched, grinding on her mouth like she was a toy, desperate to find the tip of her nose and rub your clit against it. Your eyes snapped to each other like magnets, and her brows tilted with another level of neediness when you let out another soft groan in the back of your throat.
Her hips canted into nothing, yet searching for any form of friction, the bed sheets or her boxers could give her. She couldn’t help but finally latch onto your clit, and when she began, she couldn’t stop. The soft, “pleasepleaseplease” coming from you made her drive her lips even closer, pressing her hot, open mouth to your clit, switching from hard-stroked licks to eye-rolling suctioning with her tongue. The pool that grew low in your stomach was beginning to harden, and she could tell you were on that verge of coming once the other hand shot out from behind you and steadied yourself beside her head, your fingers in the other gripped a little harder in her hair as you leaned over her cranium. Your mouth gaped into a small sliver, and your chin buried into your chest, eyes lidded in arousal and pure focus. Ellie couldn’t help but groan at the sight, the sound vibrating onto your clit, adding to it all.
“C’mon, baby,” She murmured through laps. The sound of her mouth against your slick was pornographic, sopping laps, and the sound of her muffled, labored breath echoed in the room with the mix of your own. Her hands had made soft indents into your skin, both now gripping onto your thighs like an anchor. “Just a little more.”
Her eyes rolled back at the sight of your blissed-out expression, one hand snapping up to your right boob in a fumble, squeezing and twisting at the sudden urge to touch more of you. In response to your high-pitched whine, Ellie sucked harder, and it finally sent you over. A deep, guttural groan came from under you as you came on her face, orgasm rippling through you in a heavy wave as your girlfriend refused to ease up.
She remained under you, licking every last bit of your release up until your hands eased from her hair, until they found her forearms, pushing her away with a small, breathy “okay, okay.”
But she refused. Instead, Ellie’s laps became stiffer, inconsistent. Your girlfriend had such a wound-tight expression, eyes squeezed shut, brow knit together, breathing labored, that it suddenly dawned on you what she was doing, and your head swiveled behind you, landing on her hips.
She was on the verge of coming herself, grinding against her boxers, which were pulled taught for any kind of friction she could muster. You swung your leg back over—with a bit of a fight, and a long, desperate whine from Ellie—and chuckled at the squirming girl.
Her eyes shot open, breath tight, and expression so incredibly needy once you crouched between her knees.
“Hand me the pillow,” you gestured behind her, and Ellie did not hesitate to reach. She practically threw the cushion your way, lifting her hips as you placed it under her for leverage. She couldn’t restrain the whimper that came from deep in her chest when you pushed her thighs apart, letting out a tsk once seeing the absolute mess she made in her cotton underwear.
“So wet, baby.” You murmured, and despite just coming down from your high, you core began to throb again at the sight. Even with a soft tap of your fingerpad, her cunt made a wet noise through her boxers.
“Babe.” She grunted, head falling back in frustration. And the small laugh that hit her ears did not help her case.
Your fingers pulled away at the elastic, and eventually, they fell from her hips. You tossed them to the floor without another thought and did not hesitate to dive right in. Without warning, your mouth met her slick, drawing one thick line from her hole to her clit, taking in the absurd amount of arousal she had patiently collected in her boxers. Ellie let out a shocked, high-pitched moan at how fast-paced it had happened, and you had to forcefully keep her legs open. The moment of bliss that was your tongue on her clit was just that, a moment. Before she could enjoy it, you returned to her hole. Mouth sucking her taste greedily, hands pushing her thighs down in resistance to her instinct to close them.
“B–Baby…” she breathed, head trying desperately to stay up and look at you between her legs, you hummed in response as a question, “Please…”
“What’s wrong, love?” You responded like she had done previously, between suckles and breaths in her thighs. Her slick clung to your lips in strings as you spoke, and she let out another mewl at the sight.
“Need you, on my clit…babe, please.” Her voice was breathless, barely there. And with that magic word, those nice manners, your lips wrapped around the puffy bundle of nerves. And the moan that came from this girl’s mouth was obscene; there may have been a few noise complaints waiting for you the next morning, but every whine, groan, and scream from her was honey, a melody to your ears.
“Fuck!” Her hips reached up, smushing her cunt further into your face. You shoved her hips down roughly, pinning her to the pillow under her and scolding her to stay still. Your lips were around her clit, yes, and your tongue was working away at it, but it was faint, tauntingly so. Her breath was erratic, hands wound tight into your scalp as her back arched into the air.
“Soooo fucked out for me,” you hummed against her clit, making her jolt at the stimulation, “so needy like this. Making me all horny again, Els.”
“Then—fuck!—get on me.”
The soft hmmm? That vibrated against her clit made her choke a sob, one of her hands released from your hair, and shot up to cover her face, arm slinging over her eyes as her cheeks flushed deep red.
But you didn’t make her say it twice, you released your lips with a pop! and spread her legs open, looking down at the mess made between her thighs. Slick painted her flesh, stringy and wet. The sight made your own cunt throb tenfold.
“Show your pretty face, Els.” You murmured, finding your place between her legs.
Her torso leaned to the side to fit, one leg propped up as you slid your clit against her own. The moment your hips snapped against hers, once your cunt connected, Ellie’s breath hitched, and her hands desperately shot out for your thighs, grinding with a shake to her hips that came with being too close.
The second wave built fast; listening to your whiny girlfriend babble in a pussy-drunkened mess was a contributor. She shot off little gasps and whimpers as her high climbed to the edge just as yours was. Her eyes fought themselves to stay open, to watch you on top as you ground her cunt against your own.
“Babe,” Ellie groaned, panting with a heave to her chest, trying so hard to wait for you to come first, to be good.
“Mhm,” your eyes were squeezed shut, focusing on getting to where she was, and when you felt just at the edge of coming, all it took was a nod, and Ellie let out a sick, obscene moan. Her orgasm flushed onto your own core, and yours followed, folding over onto her torso with a strangled groan.
Your breathing mixed as you came down from the high, hips still jutting, but slower, lazier. Wringing every last bit out.
And when you collapsed beside her, both of your breaths evened out, and she turned to you with a fucked-out grin.
“What?” You chuckled.
“Whatever you did…” Her voice was hoarse, and she leaned in to kiss your neck. When she did, she inhaled the smell of your leftover perfume. “You should do it more often.”
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ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ nothing means as much as you did | abby anderson
exes should stay exes, right? except abby’s in your bed again, your tears wet on her collarbone while you whimper that you missed her.
cw: hurt comfort, exes, tension, an argument because abby doesn't have time for reader and she is mean for like one second, sweet dom!abby, fingering (reader!receiving), dacryphilia, praise kink. lowkey, this is very emotional (╥﹏╥)
꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ part of inwithrin's 2025 kinktober.
𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 (abby anderson x you)
synopsis: you and abby were studying one moment, then fucking atop the table the next. warning: plot what plot, dom!abby x sub!reader, dumbification, edging, fingering, cunningilus, spanking, use of strap on (referred as dick/cock), strap sucking, strap riding, hair pulling, choking, pussy slapping, shameless begging, praise & degradation, cockwarming, overstimulation, use of pet names (babe, baby, slut), aftercare wc: 3.2k note: this is just no plot pure filth. supposed to be done like three days ago but idk how to write smut without triggering myself to an early ovulation phase i'm so pathetic :<<
18+ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ!
for the past few minutes, you were slumped over the table, papers crinkling under your trembling body, ass up in the air as abby's fingers slid in and out of your soaked cunt with an intensity that pressed those thick and calloused digits against your walls in a mind-melting madness. you blubbered against the table, vaguely aware of your tears dampening your assignments, every bit of your attention torturously gripped by every ground of your girlfriend's fingers inside of you.
abby's voice pierced through the haze in your mind, but it took you a few minutes to make sense of what she said, let alone find your shattered sanity to form words that were beyond begging to cum. by then, abby had withdrawn her fingers.
"wha—why'd you stopped?" you whined. the slap that abby landed on your cheek was sharp like a glass breaking, and you cried against your scattered paper.
"what did i say, babe?" abby asked with a steady voice. you can feel the heat of her body behind you, clothed and composed while you're wriggling your ass in the air, naked and desperate. "tell me the correct answer and i'll be gracious and let you cum."
"i didn't—i didn't hear you," you mumbled against your arm. the second slap was louder, harsher, her large hand heavy and burning and you jolted as the sensation shoot straight to your aching clit. you sobbed. "babe—abby, please—"
abby clicked her tongue in condescension, nails digging against the side of your thigh. "i told you to listen. how can you pass the exam tomorrow if you can't follow a simple instruction, hm?"
"i can't—it's so hard—i—"
"it's so hard? you think you can't take it?" abby asked. "this session is useless, then. i think we should stop this now if you think you can't take it."
"no, no! please, abby!" you cried, craning your head to the side to look at her but was prevented by her hand on your nape. "please—i'll be good, please just let me cum."
abby hummed noncommittally. "you think you deserve to cum? you haven't answered any of my questions correctly for the past ten minutes. you think i should give you a second chance?"
"i'll be a good girl—i swear—just please—please—"
her rough palm smoothed out the sting of your cheek, and you writhed your ass up at her hand. abby chuckled. "so desperate, are we?" her thumb glided against your damp cunt, so light and fast that you twitched, biting back a moan. "i'll give it to you if you can give me a correct answer. now, shall we start again?"
"y-yeah—yeah."
"which fungus is commonly associated with oral thrush?" abby recited the question, while her hands travel to flick at your entrance.
you bit your lips hard enough to bleed, focusing on the pain rather than the sensation of her fingers playing your wet pussy like a fiddle. "um—ah—is it candida albicans?"
"are you sure about that?"
"y-yeah—hm. i'm sure. yes."
abby chuckled, palm kneading your cheek before driving two fingers inside your cunt. "smart girl."
you moaned, clenching hard around her fingers.
"the primary stain used in acid-fast staining." her fingers moved hard and fast and every push shook the rickety table you're perched on.
"ah—car... um, carbol? um—carb—fuck!" your voice broke down into a sob when abby curled her fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot that burst warmth through your spine.
abby laughed heartlessly, fingers slowing down, thick and harsh against your walls. "carbol fuck? you gotta try harder than that, babe."
"it's fuchsin! it's carbol fucshin," you panted. "please, abby—please let me cum—"
"maybe i will," abby singsonged as she continued that punishing slow-out-firm-in strokes. suddenly, you felt the warm and wet drag of her tongue against your clit, before the throbbing nub is sucked into the heat of her all-consuming mouth.
at this point, you were full-on hiccuping, body coiling tighter and tighter. the urge to cum is almost painful, spreading out from the depths of your lower stomach, blistering sparks shooting at where abby's tongue was wildly flicking at your clit, her fingers hammering against your insides. the heat was swelling in intensity, burning you like licks of fire.
then it stopped, fully extinguished as abby moved back, sliding her fingers away from the place that you badly needed them in. you were crying for an absolutely frustrating reason this time.
"don't stop—please, abby—"
"why are biofilms clinically significant, and how do they complicate treatment of infections?" abby asked, sounding cool but for the slight hitch of breath.
you writhed pathetically above the wood. "i don't know—please just—"
the slap that she strike across your stinging cheek almost displaced you off your perch. clutching the sides tighter, you turned your head to look at her when she suddenly pulled your neck in a firm hold. you made a strangled gasp, arching your back so high you felt like your whole body would break in half.
"that's a very simple question, babe. you can answer it," abby softly said in your ear, grinding her clothed crotch against your wet and gaping hole. you pinched your eyes close as the mix of pain and pleasure drove you to the never-ending edge of unravelling. "shh. come on. you're the top of the course, remember? you can answer it."
"abby—i can't, please—" you mewled, staring up at her with wide, teary eyes. "please, let me cum. i swear i'll answer them—i just wanted to cum—"
abby clicked her tongue in disappointment. "what did i say?" she said in a cold tone, tightening her hand around your neck. "you can only cum when you can answer my questions correctly."
"but i did!—"
"all of them."
you sobbed pathetically, shoulders shaking and ass uncontrollably seeking comfort from the painful friction you get from her jeans. but she was gripping your hips firmly, nails digging against your skin.
"wanna be a good girl for me, right?" abby sighed against your shoulders like a lullaby, mouth pressing gentle kisses. "answer the question. correctly."
you breathed through the firm grip around your neck, trying to collect your shattered wits to make sense of her question through the haze of pleasure and frustration. what was it she asked? something with biofilms...?
"they, um, provide barrier? antibiotic resistance?"
"uh-huh."
"makes it—ahh—um... easier? for the bacteria to invade the... ah, um—the immune system—"
"hm. that's acceptable," abby said. you shivered when she tapped your cunt. "stay here."
for a few seconds you stayed there, slumped against the table, while abby walked to the side to retrieve something. she came back, gently caressing your hair. you can't help but to purr.
"you think you're ready to fuck yourself on my dick? think you earned it?"
you eagerly nodded, staring up at abby with imploring glassy eyes. "yes, yes, baby. please, fuck me with your dick. please i need it in me right now."
"so desperate," abby sighed appreciatively, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. a thrill spread through your chest. "come on. suck my dick. make it wet and ready for your pussy."
she slapped the large, black strap against your lips, watched you lick it from base to the tip with keen eyes. "that's right. greedy for me to destroy that fucking throat." she took a handful of your hair with both hands and slowly, her dick disappeared inside your mouth.
you moaned, hollowing you cheeks around the bulbous shaft and sucking on it lightly. you stared up at abby. heat licked a delightful strip down your back at the fascinated expression on her face.
"so greedy for my dick, aren't we?" abby chuckled meanly. "you want more of me? gonna give it to you, you fucking hungry slut."
she held your head steady as she fucked your mouth in relentless thrusts, shaft sliding down your throat brutally. you gagged, coughing around the onslought, drool falling down your chin.
abby groaned, seeing the tears and snot making a mess of your face. "fuck, you're so pretty crying for my cock."
she ground her hips against your mouth, bucking wildly and moaning when she felt the harness rubbing against her clit. your vision blurred, head swimming as your lungs clawed for air.
abby suddenly pulled herself out of your mouth. before you could even protest or steady your breath, her arm curled around your waist, hauling you off the table and pulling you on her lap as she sat on the chair. you squeaked breathlessly, feeling her slap her shaft against your damp and swollen pussy.
"you want more of this dick, huh?" abby said softly, grazing her teeth against your shoulder. "now fuck yourself on it."
you whimpered, desperate in your eagerness to jump on that thick and large strap. you pulled yourself off abby's lap and, with her hands firmly guiding your hips, you sank down slowly.
your eyes rolled at the back of your head, mouth falling in a high-pitched moan, abby's girth felt like splitting you in half. she wasted no time ramming her dick up into your cunt, every thrust punching the breath out of your lungs.
you felt so full around her length, stretching you to your limits, battering against the deepest and most sensitive part of you that have you seeing stars, a rush of that delightful heat brushing against every nerve ending.
body arching up in the air, head craning against abby's shoulder, you mewled in her ears. "yes, yes! you feel so good inside of me, baby."
"yeah? you like that?" abby panted, hand circling back around your neck while the other crawled to your chest to flick your already erected nipple. "you like it when i fucked you senseless? that you can't even remember all the things that you mastered before?"
you cried unintelligibly, trembling from head to toe as abby pulled you down to meet her thrusts, firm and rough and mind-numbing.
"you like being dumb for me, baby? stupid and drunk for my cock?" abby moaned, hips jarring and ruthless as she sought the delicious rub of the harness against her clit. "fuck—you're taking me so well. like this pussy is made for me. made to be destroyed by me."
"yes! yes, only for you, abby," you panted repeatedly like a mantra, whole body vibrating and whole world rocked by the rough pound of abby's hips. you can feel the creep of that telltale heat travelling down your spine, spreading throughout your lower abdomen. your hand drifted down to flick your throbbing clit, chasing the peak that you've been forcibly dragged down from time and time again for almost an hour.
that's when abby suddenly halted her movements.
you whimpered, trying to grind down on that dick. "abby—babe, please. i need to cum—"
"did i tell you to touch yourself?"
"but i want to—"
"didn't i said that you can only cum when you answered all the questions correctly?" abby asked softly, pressing bruising kisses on your neck and shoulder, teeth sharp enough to draw blood. "so why the fuck would you go against what i said?"
"i'm sorry but—"
you broke off into a scream when her hand suddenly comes down on your clit, hard and stinging. you convulsed, pain zipping through your body like electric fire.
"please—babe, it hurts. so much. please let me cum—"
"do you even deserve to cum when you've been nothing but a dumb slut who can't even follow a simple instruction?" abby asked, voice low and dangerous. your skin breaking out in goosebumps. "tell me. does a dumb slut like you deserve to cum?"
"abby—please—"
she landed another slap, this time more forceful. you jerked in abby's hold, closing your eyes and clenching down on the sudden, frightening urge to pee.
"answer me."
you breathe hard through the haze of pain, tears, snot, and drool falling freely down your front. "n-no—no, i don't deserve to cum."
"because?"
you hiccuped, "be-because i'm a—a dumb s-slut."
"right," abby said, conversationally. "so what should we do with dumb sluts like you?"
your stomach churned, the urge to pee growing stronger. "punishment..."
abby pulled something from the mess of your things at the other end of the table, placing them in front of you. pen and paper.
"illustrate the structure of a gram-positive and gram-negative bacterial cell wall," abby ordered. "label it, highlight the key differences between them, and explain how these structural differences relate to the outcome of the gram stain."
you bit your lip, shoulders shaking as you try to gulp down your cries of helplessness. you gripped your pen in hand, mind blank but for the thoughts of abby's strap still inside you, and the heavy press of your bladder.
"you'll be good for me, won't you, baby?" abby murmured against the skin of your neck. "stay impaled on my cock while you do as i say?"
you nodded dizzyingly. "yes, um, of course. yeah."
abby kissed your cheek, helping you settle against her chest. you whimpered, shifting and grinding down, her cock pushing against your insides, so deep that it hurt.
abby slapped the side of your thigh. "if you keep moving like that i will have to simply remove my dick and left you here untouched."
you sighed, forcing yourself to fucking relax. with shaky hands, you started to do as she said, mind groggy and hand skittering. it wasn't easy; every tiny move you make, every breath you take, your attention zeroed in on your swollen, painfully pulsing cunt stretched around abby's strap. you tried to focus on the task at hand, on your trembling fingers moving through the paper, on dredging up the information of what the structure of the gram-positive and -negative bacterial cell wall was. but your whole body felt like an open nerve ending, so sensitive to the temperature and air around you, making your skin jump, your muscles tensed, your nipples sore and errected.
it doesn't help that abby's fingers traced your skin with mad intensity; nails brutally scraping into flesh, flicking your nipples cruelly, pinching your waist, rubbing circles on your clit. her teeth trailed bites down the back of your ears and neck, her tongue twirled at every space of skin it can reach. it could've been minutes, or hours, or a lifetime, you lost the sense of it. just pure, unadulterated ocean of sensations that you are drowning in.
at the end of it all, you're already sobbing, sputtering nonsense, half of the paper wet with your tears. abby's laugh is derisive.
"well, at least there is an illustration. no matter how vague it is. and you surprisingly managed to explain it," abby said, placing a gentle kiss at your temple. "you're so good, babe. think you deserve to be fucked for real this time?"
your heart jumped in your throat, and you nodded eagerly, "yes, yes! please!"
abby gently guided you on top of the table, spreading your legs to stand between them. she clasped her fingers around your neck and pulled you to an open-mouthed kiss, teeth biting down on your lips and mouth sucking on your tongue. you whimpered as she slapped her dick against your hole, making a mess of your slick before sliding it roughly inside of you.
the table scraped across the floor as abby wasted no time pushing into you in a force that rendered your mouth open, eliciting drawn-out moans and punched-out breaths, pounding against that spot that rippled electric waves through out your spine.
"fuck, baby—ahh! you feel so good inside of me—" you sobbed into her neck, arms wrapped tight as abby ground her hips so brutally against your cunt.
abby grunted into your ear. "such an insatiable slut for me. taking me so well."
you moaned in agreement, "yes, baby. yours. your slut. all for you."
"fuck." abby's moan sounded wrecked, none of her composure from earlier. "that's right. such a good fucking slut, crying for me. can't even think right while you're full of my dick, can you? aching to be ruined. you want that, don't you? for me to ruin this needy hole?"
you bobbed your head mindlessly, desperate for abby to give you her all. the wood creaked with every thrust, the wet skin slapping so filthy and loud in your ear. abby pushed her arm behind your knee, your legs curling around her bicep and her hip. she fucked you down into the table, hips moving wildly, fingers rubbing your clit in a heady mixture of pain and pleasure.
you can feel the heat scorching through your back, spreading to your belly, swelling and cresting and consuming your whole being.
when abby said, "come on, baby. cum for me," your body responded to her command. you're whole body convulsed, letting out strangled cries, mind numbing with the pleasant intensity of your belated release.
abby's never let up her pace, frenzied, gasping and grunting against the crook of your neck. the sensation almost unbearable, grating against your nerves, raw and sensitive. you're slurring against abby's shoulder, tears and drool spilling over abby's shirt. you jolted away from her thrusts, but your pussy is fluttering hard around her strap.
"abby—too much. please—"
"you can take one more, right baby? i know you can."
your limbs were twitching, heart rapping wildly against your chest, breathless and barely registering anything but the heat and feel of abby. the renewed tension in the depths of your belly swirled, snapping tight.
"give it to me baby. cum again for me."
and for her you did, again. pain and pleasure dragging their hands down your spine, and you choked off a gasp, haze of bliss fading your vision to white. you slumped against abby as she stilled, muscles tensing, biting a moan against your shoulder.
you became unaware of what came next. you floated in the velvet oblivion that blanketted your mind, feeling yourself lifting in the air, gentle hands running your trembling limbs, wet sensation wiping the mess on your face and the mess between your legs. you curled around the warmth and softness of the bed beneath you, boneless and unthinking.
the next time you gain awareness, your head was laying above abby's chest, her arms protective and snug around you. you blearily blinked up at her, and she's immediately upon you.
"hey babe," she said softly, thumb carressing your cheek. "are you with me?"
"yes, i am."
"do you need anything? food? water?"
"water please," you croaked.
abby extended a hand to the bedside table, and she assisted you in drinking. after she put the glass back, she turned to you and cupped your cheeks, gentle eyes roaming your face. "is everything okay, baby? are you hurt?"
"everything's fine, babe. just a little sore. but nothing that rest can't soothe."
the worry is still swimming in her eyes. "was i too rough? i'm sorry if i—"
"abby," you called out, equally soft, placing a kiss on her palm. "i'm fine babe. everything was great. you did great, okay?"
"okay," abby breathed, the furrow of her eyebrows finally relaxing. her eyes crinkled as she smiled down at you. "you did so good, baby. so well for me, my beautiful girl."
she pressed soft kisses on your face, her other hand gently scratching your scalp. her words and her kisses, and the way she held you delicately sank you in that deep, honeyed glow of her love. you burrow yourself in it. you burrow yourself in her.
"thank you," you whispered as she nuzzled her forehead against yours. "we should do that again some other time."
abby grinned. "of course. anything for my baby."