updated May 3 2026. I'm separating the dialogue prompts into their respective sections. Went through Anger & Angst Lists the last few days & separated them into smaller lists. Will be working on the horror/Apocalyptic list next!
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yolanda garcia who will never admit she wants you with her when she goes to the gym. you being there pushes her to do more than what she usually does when she’s by herself. yolanda LOVES to watch you get sweaty — it reminds her of what she does to you when you’re in her bed. working out is a priority in her life so sometimes before work she’ll go to the gym.
yolanda: i’m going to the gym
you: ok? why are you telling me this?
yolanda: dumbass i’m gonna pick you up
you: we have work in an hour and a half
yolanda: so?? i’ll let you have some of my protein shake
you: fine.
when you enter yolanda’s car you’re instantly hit with the scent of leather, pine, and shea butter. the leather and pine smell is from her car but you know the shea butter is all yolanda. as she backs out of the parking space you take a sip of her protein shake which elicits a side eye from yolanda. you just raise your eyebrows, a teasing smirk plays on your face. she does not like to share but with you she doesn’t mind — even if she pretends to. she literally told you that you could have a share it with her!!!
once you’re in the gym yolanda heads straight to the treadmill. you follow behind her like a puppy. she always starts out slow, easing her way into the workout. she gets on a treadmill and you get on the one beside her. yolanda has one airpod in and you’re on her side without it.
“we’re probably not going to have time to shower before work”, you tell her as you set the treadmill to the settings you want.
“we can shower here. did you bring your scrubs?”
“yes”, you grumble, barely awake.
“problem solved. you’re welcome”, yolanda says as she gives you a smug smile. after she starts the treadmill, she passes you her other airpod in silence. you put it in and hear timeless by the weeknd playing. mentally you smile, not surprised at all by her song choice. when she’s with you she’s always pushing her music onto you. while you may pretend to hate it, you secretly think it’s so cute. yolanda loves to send you playlists she made.
20 minutes later you guys go to the opposite side of the gym to use machines. yolanda subtly eyes you whenever you’re working out and you do the same to her except your glances are not subtle in the slightest. when yolanda lifts, your eyes are glued to her. she’s so fucking hot. you can’t wait to shower because you know yolanda is not going to let you clean yourself alone.
im scared of my own needs, what if im too much?? too demanding?? craving too much comfort?? affection is my love language... i hope there is an older femme lesbian out there that could hold me and tell me everything is going to be alright..
Notes: so yall this is my first time writing smut so bear with me.
SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Includes: fingering (r! recieving), oral/cunnilingus (abby!recieving), dom abby AND sub abby, dumbification but only kinda, reader discovering she's a munch
You could barely make it to your dorm room and Abby had her hand down in your panties, and her tongue on your neck.
After your kiss, she had led you outside the party after a couple drinks. There wasn't much talking but the fire in her eyes told you exactly what was about to happen.
As soon as you had reached the dorm, she trailed her hand down to your pants, and into your trousers. She cupped you as your head fell back.
Her other hand was planted beside you on the wall, caging you in.
"Damn...you're really..wet." she whispered in a low raspy voice.
"Shut the fuck up"
You kissed her deep as she circled your entrance.
Her lips left yours and trailed to your neck, her tongue marking patterns on your neck and collarbone.
She pushes two fingers in, scissoring them, opening you. Your head fell back and you bit your lip to hold in a moan. She gasped when she finally got inside you.
"Come on..fuck..." She gasped low, almost to herself.
You reached your climax embarrasingly quick, your hands tightening on her waist to the point of leaving marks.
"I bet that head is empty now" she said as she kept fingering, knowing your climax was close.
She was right.
You came with a gasp, squirting all over abbys hands with your knees nearly giving out.
Abby held you up with her other hand on your waist.
"Thought you were shy or something" abby muttered as your breathing evened out.
Suddenly, she picked you up with one hand and slid you over her shoulder. "Abby?"
"What?" She walked to the bed and threw you on top.
"We're just getting started." She started.
She straddled your waist and groaned low as she rubbed up on your thigh.
"Fuck.." she rasped.
You had an idea. Perhaps a bold one. Because she wasn't the only one that could make your head go empty. You could do that too..
You grabbed her by the front of her tank top and pulled her down as you got on top, catching her by surprise.
She nearly whimpered. "What was that?"
You shushed her. "I wanna make you go dumb."
You places your self between her legs, your lips ghosting her thighs.
"Can I?" You said low, the drinks had made you quite one-track minded.
Abby nodded impatient, and somehow embarrassed. "You really are full of surprises."
When you pulled her pants and briefs down slow, a giggle escaped her but it was more breathy than anything.
You looked at the sight of her too long. "Fuck..."
"Don't stare!" She spoke. You looked up at her. Her face was red and her face was half buried in the pillow.
"I want you to look at me" you say.
As dominant as that sounds, the slow, nervous voice with which you said it earned a chuckle out of her. Her freckles lit up and she held her thighs further apart.
Then..she looked at you.
You kissed her thighs, the seam between thigh and genital area, basically anything but what she needs.
You weren't even being a tease. You wanted to taste it.
Your tongue licked one quick swipe of her entrance and she came apart.
Her thighs came together instinctively, but she held them apart because she didn't want to crush your head.
Or maybe because she needed you.
Well, it didnt last long before you started going all the way in. Sharpening your tongue, tonguefucking her, sucking and licking at alternate paces.
Her thighs moves closer and closer to your face.
Her scent was all you could breathe in.
The voices that she took out her mouth really sealed the deal. The soft gasps, followed by "fuck...fuck.." in that low voice, the giggles when your hair brushed and tickled her, the grunts when you went too hard or too deep.
You read her. Every movement. How when you flicked your tongue a specific way she came apart faster. What pace she needed to be fully satisfied.
You moaned into her when she started rocking her hips whole looking straight in your eyes with that dangerous look that could dismantle you and break you into a million pieces.
You almost screamed from pure joy when her hands, which had been grabbing the sheets and pillows so intensely came up to your hair to push you even closer to her cunt. Like she wanted your face to be forever cemented in there.
Those strong, calloused hands, pulling your hair and guiding your mouth where she needs you.
Her fingers in your hair telling you exactly what she needs.
The sight of her, golden, breathing heavy, hair messy, made your heart skip a beat.
You forgot to breathe.
Lost in the way her legs, when she was close to coming, pushed up to rest on your shoulders so she was even closer to you.
Lost in how all the thoughts in your head had completely, after a long time, come to a complete stop.
All you could think, feel, breathe, eat, drink, taste was her.
Her. Her. Her.
Her pussy in your mouth, her hair messy and golden, her hands strong and calloused in your hair, her scent and the taste of her so musky and strong. Her voice moaning and gasping your name.
You forgot to breathe.
Lost in all of it.
When she came, she shuddered and shook as she let out a gasp. A loud yet low moan escaped her as she squirted all over your face. "Baby...I'm...fuck don't stop..(your name)..don't stop"
You kept drinking, kept lepping, kept the pressure on as she gave you her all.
When her shoulders went limp on your shoulders and she looked up at the ceiling, you realised you hadn't breathed the whole time.
Your breath came in sudden, short, intense bursts like you were learning to breathe for the first time.
Like you had created a whole new atmosphere between her legs outside of which you couldn't breathe.
Like your lungs were protesting against being seperated from the beauty of her.
She noticed, of course. She looked down st you with concern in her eyes. Her hands pulled you up on the bed as you kept trying to breathe.
"Baby..(your name)..? What's wrong baby?" She put one of her hands on your chest to calm you and check if something was wrong.
"Cmon..breathe in..breathe out. With me?" She looked straight in your eyes.
You hated that the softness in her voice made you clench your thighs even now.
"Damn..why does it feel like I'm the one who just got ate" you giggled, still breathy.
"Where did you learn that?" She laughed back.
"I didn't learn it. That was only for you."
She pulled you into her chest, and your hands roamed down her abs.
"Can I ride those-?" You began.
"Break, baby. Don't want you to stop breathing."
"I thought we were just getting started"
As you both giggled, your face pressed to her chest, you were glad that you hadn't decided to do that project early.
And somehow, that was the only thought that seemed to matter right now.
