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[ruebossanova]

Could you please do 6, 17 & 20 with dom!top!Abby Anderson?🤍🤍

pretty in pink - abby anderson

dom!abby x needy sub!reader

6 — “you’re fucking soaked” 17 —“turn around” 20 — “open wider”

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posting bc u guys deserve itt 25k likes is CRAZY. ILY

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"you’re testing me."

you blink up at her, all fluttery lashes and fake innocence. “what?”

abby leans over you, voice low. “that little skirt. the pink gloss. your fucking giggle.”

you shrug. “just wanted to be cute.”

"you’re cute, baby." she leans closer. "but you’re about to be ruined."

you’re on your back now. skirt pushed up. panties soaked. abby kneels between your thighs like she owns you.

"you hear that?" she murmurs, dragging two fingers over your cunt.

slick coats them immediately.

"you’re fucking soaked."

you whimper. “for you.”

“yeah, princess. all for me.”

she kisses the inside of your thigh. then higher. then higher.

“open wider, sweetheart,” she says.

you spread for her, shaky and whiny.

"good girl," she murmurs, pushing your panties to the side.

"gonna make this pretty little pussy cry."

her mouth is on you immediately. you arch off the bed, hands grabbing at the sheets.

"abby—" she doesn’t stop. tongue fucking you slow, then fast, fingers gripping your thighs to keep you still.

you’re panting. already gone. she pulls off with a wet sound.

"turn around." you blink. “what?”

her voice deepens. “you heard me, doll. on your knees. ass up.” you scramble into position. abby grins. “such a good little toy.”

she kisses your lower back. then yanks your panties down in one motion. her palm grazes your cunt.

"still dripping," she mutters. “fuck.” you push your hips back.

"needy baby,” she says. “you want mama’s fingers again?”

"yes, please—"

two fingers slide into you with ease. you gasp, burying your face into the pillow. abby fucks you slow, deep, letting you feel every drag of her knuckles.

"this little hole was made for me," she groans.

you moan, loud and broken.

"that’s right, baby. let it out."

she speeds up. your ass slaps against her thighs. you’re whining into the sheets.

"you gonna cum for me, doll?"

"y-yes—mama, please—"

"then cum."

you do — body trembling, toes curling, slick gushing down her hand. she doesn’t stop. your legs start to shake.

you lift your head weakly. “abby—too much—”

"you can take it, pretty girl."

"fuck—!"

she pulls you upright by your waist, presses a kiss to your temple.

"gimme one more."

she flips you back over, mounts your thigh, grinding slow. you’re soaked. spent. still begging.

"you love being ruined, huh?"

"only by you," you whisper. abby kisses you deep.

"then don’t you ever wear that tiny little outfit around anyone but me." her strap comes out next. you’re barely conscious and already spreading for her.

"good girl," she growls, dragging the tip over your entrance. “you want it?”

"need it, mama. please."

"i know, baby." she pushes in, slow, thick, and unforgiving.

you’re moaning so loud the headboard hits the wall. abby grips your hips like she’s holding you together.

"so fucking tight," she groans. “this pussy’s all mine.”

"yours—only yours—"

she slaps your ass once. hard.

"damn right it is."

you cum again, full and twitching and gone. abby fucks you through it, doesn’t let up. you’re babbling now.

"thank you—thank you—"

she leans over, kisses your shoulder.

"such a good little thing. you did so good for me, baby."

you’re in her arms now. hoodie draped over your back. abby’s hand tracing your thigh.

"still alive?"

you nod weakly. "barely."

she grins.

"next time," she whispers, “i want you on your knees before you even say hi.”

you whimper. "yes, mama."

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[ruebossanova]

thank you to everyone who got me to 25000 likes!

i love you all SO SO MUCH.

my parents lowkey kicked me out for being gay (lmao) last month so things have been really hectic!! i want to get back to writing asap. just give me some more time, i miss you all 🤍🤍

also me and gf revealll lol cuz why nawt 💋💋 (1 year in sept 👅)

[dearbaes]

[ PART ONE ] [ PART TWO ]

content tags ; age gap , bsf’s mom!sevika , tension , kissing , pussy pronouns , rubbing , fingering , sevika is milking the fact she’s way older than you , calling her ms. sevika in sex , orgasm control , mention of spanking ~ 1.1k words

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“I only meant to ask if Mira was home.”

“Huh…” she leaned against the door, arms crossed.

You’re not sure if she’s doing it on purpose because she’s dressed in the sluttiest shirt ever, cleavage peeking out and everything. Her eyes were half-lidded like she’s either bored or amused or maybe both. You tried not to look at her inappropriately, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Quickly, you turned your gaze away and murmured, “we really shouldn’t be doing this. I know that we, um, did some inappropriate stuff together, but I don’t know if we should keep doing it. I don’t wanna betray my best friend…”

You would have expected her to act all defensive, maybe tell you that it’s too late to back out or something, but, instead she smirked like she found it funny or something… slowly, she walked closer and tilted your chin up so you’re forced to make eye contact with her.

“That’s not what you told me yesterday when you were riding my fingers, sweetie.”

Your face burnt red.

“I know, I’m sorry. I—”

Suddenly, you lost all words.

What were you even supposed to say to that?

Sevika stepped back and stretched her arms out.

“Well, Mira isn’t home right now, but I’ll let her know when she gets back that you were here looking for her. And I would really think about our little thing that we’ve got going on. Maybe you just need some time to think about it, hmm?”

She sounded so intoxicatingly sweet, how were you to break this off?

“I’m not… sure if we should… um…”

Without a warning, she grabbed you by both your shoulders and brought you in, closing the door behind you both.

She smelled like vanilla and musk. You tried not to let that intoxicate you, but you couldn’t help it, you needed her so fucking badly, you didn’t know why. And you knew it’s wrong because she’s your best friend’s mom, and doing this with her would mean betraying your best friend, but denying yourself of this would feel like you’re missing out on something you’ll never experience again.

She’s attractive, experienced, and the way she made you feel with her slender, calloused fingers and her experienced mouth... You’re unsure if you’re ever going to feel like this for anyone ever again. It’s not even just the sex, it’s just the way she talks to you and she makes you feel like you’re something precious. She validated you without even realizing it, and you felt pathetic for feeling like this, but if you could, you would just kneel at her feet and worship her with your tongue all day, all night— if she asked.

“Look, I really don’t think we should be doing this,” you murmured, she moved you aside and guided you to the couch.

“I understand that, hon, you don’t have to make a decision right now, but don’t you think that we should just enjoy the time that we have together right now? We can think about what to do about… that later, but we have the house to ourselves right now. Don’t you… wanna have fun?”

“I’m not opposed to it,” you said quietly.

“Atta girl,” Sevika sat down, moving you onto her lap.

“What if she comes home and sees us like this?”

“The door’s locked.”

“... Okay.”

“How do you plan on bringing this up to her?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought of that.”

Her large hands guided you down on her lap, massaging your hips with her thumbs.

“Such a pretty girl stressed about so much…”

One of her hands slipped between your thighs and gave your cunt a gentle squeeze. She felt your wetness through your clothes, her smirk deepening. You rubbed yourself down on her hand, chasing the friction desperately.

Sevika slipped her hand down the waistband of your pants and panties, letting her fingers rub your puffy pussy lips.

“Fuck, she’s already dripping for me.”

You whimper when she just teased your pussy, not dipping her fingers in like you wanted her to.

“Please, touch me.”

“But I thought you wanted to end us, sweetie,” Sevika said with a faux pout, continuing to rub agonizing slow circles around your clit.

“I did—I don’t anymore. Please!”

You buried your face that burnt with embarrassment in Sevika’s shoulder, making small sounds as your thighs quivered. Sevika shoved them in— you gasped— she started pumping them fast inside without warning.

“Oh! Oh, oh my God…!”

You moved yourself up and down on her fingers, moaning into her shoulder because of how thick her fingers felt. Sevika felt the way your pussy squeezed her fingers, milking her digits of all they had to give.

“You’re riding my fingers again, love, and you don’t look like you wanna get off. Then what’s with all this nonsense of cutting me out of your life?”

Your face burnt with humiliation, you didn’t know what to say in your defense, so you just bit your bottom lip, and moaned low in your throat.

“That’s what I thought,” she scoffed, twisting her digits to find your g-spot and fuck, the way she abused it with her fingers…

She was mean in the best way.

Your stomach clenched with the need to orgasm. “Sev—... Sevika, I’m… I’m gonna cum…”

Sevika kissed your jaw, “what’s that, sweetie?”

“I’m gonna cum,” you said, at the brink of pleasured tears.

“Call me properly, how do you address someone older to you, sweetheart?”

“Oh my gosh, it’s gonna happen—”

She paused her fingers, “sweetie, don’t make me pull you over my lap to discipline you.”

“Ms. Sevika…”

“Yeah, sweetie?” She asked in her honeyed voice, one that made you shiver but still, you swallowed thickly and continued;

“I need to cum, can I please cum, Ms. Sevika…?”

“Hmm…” she rubbed awfully tight circles on your clit with her thumb, “maybe…” her fingers slammed deep with a wet squelch, “cum.”

You moaned, eyebrows curling up as the orgasm hit you like a train, pussy convulsing around her fingers as your cum and pussy juices soaked your clothes. You didn’t even care that you were still fully clothed, the orgasm made you forget about all that for a moment.

Then, you looked down, “shit…”

Sevika just smiled sweetly.

“Whoops… looks like you just made a mess, dear.”

“... Sevika…”

“Hmmm?”

“Help,” you mumbled, cheeks redder than before if even humanely possible.

“Of course, baby, hop in the shower, I’m joining you.”

“... But Mira’s gonna—”

“She’s out of town.”

You blinked, eyes wide, “you didn’t tell me that before!”

Sevika smirked, “I had to find a way to keep you waitin’.”

[dearbaes]

age gap , bsf mom!sevika , fingering , dirty talk , finger riding , clothed sex , smut no plot , cum licking , dom!sevika , sub!reader , college student!reader // read part one for some context

You feel like you’ve betrayed Mira. Her mom is too hot, you can’t resist. You’re now sitting on her lap, kissing her, your lips hungrily mushing into hers. Her hands remain on your waist, giving it the occasional squeeze to earn a needy little whine from you.

You’re wet from the kiss alone. It’s so obvious because of how you grind your hips up and down on her lap, almost as if you’re trying to hump her to get off.

Sevika chuckles softly and pulls you away from her, just to look at you. She brushes your hair behind your ear, “oh, sweetheart, aren’t you so adorable? What’s Mira going to think of this, hmm?”

“I don’t want to think about it,” you murmur, cheeks redder than you wanted them to be. You don’t know how to even bring it up to her. That you like her mom.

Sevika watches how your thighs try to press together, like the wetness in your panties is becoming overwhelming especially when Sevika acts so clueless, like she doesn’t know she’s turning you on.

“You’re fidgeting a lot,” Sevika says calmly before moving her hand between your thighs—and she cups your clothed pussy, “what’s this, sweetie?”

“... It’s—umm—I’m… I’m wet for you.”

“For me?” She raises a brow, making a small humming sound like she’s amused, “I guess then I have to take care of it, yeah?”

“You don’t have to—!” You say quickly, getting shy and awkward.

Your words make Sevika laugh as she rubs your opening through your panties using two fingers, “oh, you’re funny, doll.”

Her fingers push your panties to the side and she shoves inside two fingers. You gasp and grab her shoulders tightly, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Then why’re y’riding my fingers, baby?”

“I’m not,” you lie, moving your hips in an angle that buries all of it deeper, stroking your g-spot, “f-fuck… you’re—you’ve got some long fingers.”

Sevika is having too much fun with this. She’s got years of experience under her belt while you’re just a college student who just so happens to develop a crush on your best friend’s mom. She knows you’re nervous. And your nerves only make your pussy feel more sensitive.

“Ohhhh—ngh…” you clutch her shoulders tighter.

“Careful, sweetie, you’re gonna leave marks,” Sevika coos tenderly, adding a third finger.

Your eyes widen, lips parting and all that leaves is a strangled gasp. Her three fingers together are thicker, and they make the most lewd squelching sound when they thrust upwards into your pussy, so deep you swear you can feel the tips of her fingers kissing your cervix.

“I’m cumming,” you‌r eyes roll back, pussy convulsing, “w-we have to… we have to keep this a secret.”

Sevika takes her time withdrawing her digits. She licks your cum right off her fingers, “yeah?”

“Yeah, Mira can’t find out.”

“Why’s that, doll?”

“I can’t lose her as a friend,” you say quietly.

Sevika smiles warmly, but there’s a hint of something devious behind her silver eyes, “it’ll be our first dirty little secret then.”

[dearbaes]

i would loveeeeeeee a really slutty sevika and fem reader where it's obvi an age gap but instead of teacher or dad's friend it's your best friend's mom and there's a huge dynamic that plays a part in it. also came from your old account!!

HI MOOTIEEE love love love interacting with you

age gap , bsf’s mom!sevika , sevika is slutty , no real action really , slightly suggestive

“Oh, that’s your mom?” you ask, looking over and the woman you saw was far from the average single mother you expected— she had short dark hair, piercing silver eyes and she wore the sluttiest top ever that perfectly hugged all her curves.

“Yeah, it is,” Mira says and looks over at you, “why’re you staring?”

“Nothing…” you look back at Mira, “we still on for the weekend?”

“Hell yeah,” Mira smiles, “you want a ride home?”

“Yeah… that’d be nice.”

You both walk over to the car together, Sevika’s got the window rolled down with one arm resting on it with a gentle smile on her dark lips. Fuck, how the fuck does she look so good? Isn’t she in her forties?

“Hi, mom,” Mira opens the door, “this is my friend.”

She introduces you briefly and climbs into the passenger seat. You follow her into the car and Sevika smiles warmly, checking you out through the rearview mirror.

“Mira speaks a lot about you,” Sevika drawls, “you’re prettier than she mentioned.”

Mira giggles, “yeah, she’s got guys going crazy for her.”

Sevika raises a brow, “are you dating anyone?” She asks you.

You feel your stomach twist, you swallow thickly and answer, “no, ma’am.”

You can see the way amusement lingers in Sevika’s eyes— as if she merely finds it funny but she doesn’t comment. She keeps driving— and God, you’re staring at how fucking veiny her forearms look.

You can’t help the way your eyes wander. You know this is wrong.

She’s your best friend’s mom, for fuck’s sake, but you can’t help it…

—

Since then whenever you’ve been hanging out with Mira, you always see Sevika from the corner of your eyes. Whenever she’s at home, she’s working and fuck she looks so good when she’s on call, yelling at some poor guy for his incompetence.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted,” Mira says finally, putting the controller down.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say quickly, almost defensive, “just thirsty.”

“Get some water then,” Mira says, picking up the controller again, “y’know where it is.”

“Yeah,” you got up, “be back in a bit.”

You walk over to the kitchen and a big part of you wants to look for Sevika but you constantly remind yourself that’s your best friend’s mom. You’re not about to flirt with a woman twice your age.

“What’re you lookin’ for sweetie?” Her voice calls out. You almost get goosebumps from how honeyed her voice sounds. Something about it makes your pussy clench around absolutely nothing. You’re so easy for her.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, “just… water.”

Sevika smiles almost too sweetly and walks towards you in two easy strides. She reaches down, giving you a perfect view of her cleavage from the deep cut of her shirt— then hands you a water bottle.

You’re flustered. You’re sure your face is red.

“You okay?” She asks, a knowing twinkle behind her annoyingly beautiful silver eyes.

“M’fine,” you take a sip of the water, avoiding eye contact.

Sevika turns to leave, then stops and looks at you, “Oh, and word of advice, sweetie… next time you wanna check someone out, make sure you’re not too obvious.”

You’re in so much trouble…

[dearbaes]

Please pleaseeee sev filling all of readers holes to the brim! Overstim, breeding, dummification all that’s perfect:)

Love ya baeeee <333

cw ; breeding kink, g!p sevika, overstimulation, married au, dumbification, unprotected piv, squirting, spanking, doggystyle, praise kink, clothed sex, spit as lube, anal

Sevika often came home stressed. There was nothing new in that but whenever she was like this— carrying knuckles caked with blood, shimmer in her system— you wanted to give her a medium of letting off steam.

“Hey, baby.” You wrapped both arms around Sevika’s neck.

She grunted in acknowledgement, flesh hand finding your waist immediately. She looked down, blushing when she saw your soft breasts pressing against her, although clothed she could feel exactly how soft you were.

“I need you, baby…” you murmured, your voice dropping, tone sultry.

Sevika can’t help it. Somehow you always managed to get her needy regardless of the circumstances. Sevika both hated and loved it. Her cock strained against her pants making her groan softly and bury her face in your neck for a second. You grinned, wide.

“Come fuck me… fill me up. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

She hauled you up with one arm, “is that right, sweetheart?”

“Mmm, put me down!” You laughed, legs kicking.

“No. You’re mine tonight.”

Once you’re both in bed, Sevika was already using her hands. Her metal claws were cold against your back as she made you present yourself to her in doggystyle. Your knees pressed into the plush mattress, hands kneading into the mattress. Sevika didn’t waste time to strip you off your clothes, neither did she. She unzipped herself just enough to let her cock jut out and aligned herself against your entrance.

With one grunt, Sevika slammed herself inside all the way. You moaned aloud, she grabbed the back of your head and pushed it into the pillow. You gripped the sheets tight as she started fucking you.

Every thrust was hard, battering your insides, creating a subtle imprint of her cock inside you.

“Please, ohh… oh, please! Sev—!”

Sevika smirked, deviously before leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade. “You love this, don’t you? You just want m’to use your body, huh?”

“I do, please, fuck me harder…”

Sevika’s flesh hand’s fingers dug into your skin leaving bruises all over your body. She positioned you however she wanted to, holding you down, using her size as an advantage to fuck into you.

Her cock twitched— the first gush of cum inside you made you moan loudly into the pillow. A mixture of your cum and hers trickled down your thighs messily. You grabbed the pillow harder.

“M-more, please…” You reached your hands back, and already your ass cheeks to show your asshole to her. “Here too, please…”

“My sweet wife offerin’ up so much, huh?” Sevika spat directly on your asshole and used it as lube to thumb it, circling with her thumb first before pushing it inside.

“Mmm!” your eyes squeezed shut, “Sev… I want your dick, not your fingers. Please…”

“Gotta stretch you out first.” She grunted before aligning herself against your asshole. She gently pressed in, the head of it popping past the tight ring of muscle. You whimpered softly, pussy already dripping from the idea of getting fucked in the ass.

You wanted to take her dick in your ass without squirming but you couldn’t help it. The feeling of getting your ass filled by her thick dick was too much. You whined softly and moved— Sevika grabbed you by the hip and pulled you back, shoving herself inside all the way.

Her length stretched your ass out impossibly. “Mmm! Sev! Fuck, be slow, gosh…”

Sevika chuckled, “you wanted me in here.”

You were already overstimulated but you wanted this either way. Your ass stretched around Sevika’s cock, every time she pounded inside, your walls stretched and burned with pleasure. The stinging sensation was too pleasurable, it made your cunt drip with need.

“Sevika… please, I want more, more, please.”

“Fuck.” She laughed, the sound almost cracking with need, “you’re so fuckin’ tight back here.”

“I just—” you couldn’t help clenching, “I just want you so badly. Fuuuuck!”

You squirted— a spurt of release soaked the bed.

Sevika was far from satisfied.

By the time she was done with you, your eyes were half-lidded and your brain was reduced to a mush of thoughts. Your holes were dripping with her cum, the milky liquid running down your thighs and from your slightly gaping asshole, mixing together with your slick. You felt filthy in the best way.

“You ruined me,” you muttered in a voice so small it made Sevika almost pity you. Almost.

She moved you on her lap with a smile on her lips, kissing your forehead first, then your nose, then your lips.

“Oh, my sweet wife.” She cupped your cheek with her flesh hand, “you good?”

“M’alive.”

That got a short bark of laughter from her. “Good enough.”

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Any kinks?

eternal devotion.

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[ruebossanova]

hiii its summer and i misss writing and i have work anddd summer classes but ima thug it out bc you deserve more works <33333

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– MAKING UP FOR NEGLIGENCE

cw: abby is a med student & a nerd, size kink, fingering, gentle sex, rubbing, praise kink, established relationship, petnames

your girlfriend, abby, has been neglecting you because of her med school stress. eventually, she makes up for it.

“Abby?” You called her name softly, opening the door just enough to let the light from the hallway slip inside in thin stripes.

Abby was hunched over her desk, her muscular arms sprawled across the desk, and her face resting against her forearms. You moved closer cautiously, as if you were approaching an injured animal. In reality, your girlfriend Abby had the tendency of stressing and studying until she was too burnt out to even grab a toast.

You placed a hand on her shoulder, “Abby, you’ve been studying way too much. Come have a break?”

She let out a small sound, somewhere between a grunt and a “no”, but she didn’t move or even wake. You ran your hand down her back, tucking back the loose strands that had escaped her braid.

“Hey, your exam’s not due until next week. You’ve got plenty of time. Come to bed now,” you said gently.

“No, I still have to revise…” Abby mumbled, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes— or at least trying to.

“There’s no point in studying when you’re this much sleepy.”

“I’ll be fine,” Abby insisted.

You sighed, “alrighty,” you rubbed her shoulder one last time, “I’ll be downstairs so I don’t disturb you.”

You turned, walking to the door. Abby averted her eyes from her books and looked towards you finally. Seeing you leaving the room made something in her work, and she suddenly stood up so hard, she knocked her chair down.

You, startled by the sound, jerked and turned around.

“What’s wrong—?”

“Stay,” Abby said, crossing the room in two strides. She grabbed your wrist, not too tight, but firm.

“I’m right here,” you said slowly.

“No, I mean,” Abby moved back, picking up the chair with her other hand and setting it upright. She sat down, and patted her thigh, “here.”

Your cheeks reddened, “Abby, you’re getting nowhere with your syllabus with me on your—”

“Please,” Abby said, staring up at you with her irresistible puppy eyes.

You sighed before smiling, “alright.”

You sat down on her lap, her arm instantly wrapped around your torso as she secured you with your back to her chest. She grabbed both your legs and swung your thoughts together over her legs so you were now seated comfortably sideways on her lap.

You leaned your head onto her neck, watching Abby muttering under her breath as she went over her notes again.

There was a little furrow between her brows whenever she was focused, it was something you found so adorable about the other woman.

Within a few minutes into the study session, you saw her head droop a little.

You knew she’d insist she wasn’t tired, or that she needed more revision so you didn’t ask her to sleep in. You waited and watched your girlfriend’s murmurs slow down into peaceful soft breathing. Her head drooped again, resting against your frame as she instinctively pulled you close with both arms wrapped around you now.

You smiled to yourself.

“I love you, baby,” you whispered.

Abby pulled you closer, “love you, too.”

Morning came soon before you registered it.

Somehow you woke up in bed, tucked carefully in the blankets. You blinked before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with the heel of your palm.

“Abby?” You turned to the side and saw her laid beside you.

“Mmm,” she grabbed ahold of your waist and pulled you into her frame, back against her chest “fuck, I missed holding you like this.”

“We literally live under the same roof,” you laughed softly.

“I know,” she said with a hint of regret in her voice, “been busy with college, regardless I shouldn’t be neglecting my girl.”

You smiled despite yourself, “it’s okay, Abby, I understand.”

Abby’s hand reached down, “really, let me make it up to you, princess…”

“Abby…” you let her lay you down, her hand massaging your thighs, “you really don’t have to.”

“I know,” Abby kissed your forehead, “but I want to.”

She pulled your panties down slowly, letting it dangle from one of your legs as her hand settled on your sensitive area. She held it, rubbing slowly as if she was letting you savour the feeling before she actually started stimulating you.

Her fingers dipped inside just slightly earning a small mewl from you.

“Fuck, it’s been so long,” Abby muttered.

Your arms wrapped around her neck, “go slow, okay?”

“No promises, princess.”

You couldn’t help feeling yourself getting wetter at the thought of her overstimulating you. Her fingers entered slowly, keeping a steady pace as they worked inside you. Two fingers— yet they felt like they’d provide a challenging stretch.

Your arms tightened, “Abby…”

“Y’trust me, don’t you?”

“I do,” your grip loosened a little.

Abby’s fingers curled. You moaned, body arching to her touch.

“Now, that’s my good girl.”

You couldn’t help squirming under Abby as her fingers moved inside your wet cunt earning the filthiest sounds from you.

Your legs were quivering already and it had only been about a few seconds since Abby had started finger fucking you but you couldn’t help it. She was just so good at it. She was good at anything that involved her hands.

You grasped her tighter. “Abby, Abby…”

She moved closer to you so you could hold on comfortably as her fingers moved faster. Every stroke inside was addictive in a way that left you craving more of her to stretch you out.

Maybe it was because Abby simply happened to have big fingers. Big, calloused fingers that fucked you so deep you lost your mind.

You gripped the sheets tightly, “Abby— I’m close!”

“Cum for me, baby,” Abby leaned closer to kiss you.

You kissed her back as your legs tensed before falling apart, your liquids gushed out soaking the sheets and Abby’s hand in the process. Your mind went fuzzy for a good minute.

“That feel good, baby?” Abby asked, voice so gentle it hurt.

You nodded, “thank you, baby…”

“Don’t mention it,” Abby rubbed your sore cunt, “did so well for me, my princess.”

You kept your face buried in the crook of her neck. Abby didn’t push you away, she continued holding you. A while later, you felt her hold shifting a little.

“Breakfast?”

You giggled, “I thought you’d forget about it.”

She rolled her eyes affectionately, “I never forget when it’s you.”

[ruebossanova]

HI GUYS LOOOOOLLLL IM SORRY FOR GOING GHOST. college has been sooo crazy but break is coming up so i’ll be putting some stuff out soon :)))

[andyoucallmeupagain]

people congratulating me on taylor swift’s engagement like she’s my close personal friend

[ruebossanova]

hi guyssss. i miss writing, i’ve been extremely busy lately but i will try and get some stuff out today since i have some free time on my hands, thanks for being patient with me!

[soulinthread]

if i had a girlfriend i'd kiss the ground she walks on

[ruebossanova]

I love your Dom! Gracie posts. Can you write another Dom! Gracie, but the creative freedom is up to you 🩷 Tysm!

lose it - gracie abrams

dom!gracie x sub!reader

word count: 602

warnings: thigh riding, oral (r!receiving), fingering

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"you think you’re so fucking funny, huh?" gracie mutters against your neck.

you giggle breathlessly, legs around her waist. “i didn’t do anything.”

"you wore that top. leaned over the speaker. winked at me during ‘cedar.’”

"and?"

her teeth graze your skin.

"you really wanted me to lose it, didn’t you?"

the balcony door’s cracked open. you can hear the city hum below.

you’re straddling her thigh, panties soaked, dress bunched at your waist.

gracie leans back in the chair, hoodie pushed halfway off her shoulder, thighs spread like she’s waiting to be worshipped.

"you gonna behave?" she asks, dragging her thumb over your mouth.

you nod.

"we’ll see."

she holds your hips steady.

"grind, pretty girl."

you do — slow at first.

heat building. pressure sharp.

she hums. "already so wet for me."

you whimper. "wanted you all night."

"yeah?" she smirks. “you gonna make a mess on my thigh now, baby?”

you pick up the pace.

her hands tighten.

your moans are soft, breathy, too real.

"that’s it, princess," gracie whispers. “ride me. fuck yourself stupid right here.”

you bury your face in her neck.

"mama—"

she grabs your jaw, forces your eyes back on hers.

"let me see it."

you cum fast.

shaking. trembling. thighs twitching around hers.

"good girl," she whispers. “so fucking pretty when you fall apart.”

you cling to her hoodie, breathing hard.

"we’re not done."

you blink.

"i didn’t say you could stop, doll."

she pulls you up, carries you inside.

drops you on the bed.

her hoodie comes off.

you stare. “fuck.”

she grins. “still think you’re in control?”

you shake your head.

"that’s what i thought."

she kisses down your stomach, lips dragging slow.

your panties hit the floor.

her mouth is on you seconds later.

“tastes like heaven,” she murmurs. “could drown in this.”

you arch into her.

"fuck—gracie—"

"shhh, baby. let mama eat.”

you’re already sensitive.

she doesn’t care.

her tongue is relentless.

circles and flicks and pressure just right.

your hips stutter.

“such a good little toy for me,” she murmurs, tongue still working. “this pussy belongs to me.”

you whimper. “yes—yes—”

you cum again.

louder this time. messier.

gracie kisses your inner thigh.

“don’t go quiet now, sweetheart. i wanna hear all of it.”

you’re panting, twitching.

“i can’t—”

"you can," she says. “and you will.”

she slips two fingers in, slow but deep.

you gasp, grabbing her wrist.

she pauses. “color?”

"green. fuck. please."

her smile returns.

"that’s my girl."

she curls her fingers.

you cry out.

she fucks you slow. controlled.

every thrust intentional.

her other hand slides up your chest, over your throat, rests there.

not choking. just holding.

"so fucking beautiful like this," she says. “all mine.”

"yours," you whisper. "all yours."

you cum on her fingers again.

your back arches off the mattress.

she moans watching you — watching what she’s done to you.

"you’re doing so good for me, princess."

she pulls out slow.

your cunt flutters around nothing.

you whimper.

she kisses your cheek. “shhh. i know.”

she doesn’t ask.

just slides her fingers back in while your thighs are still shaking.

“gimme one more,” she says gently. “you can do that for me, can’t you, baby?”

you nod, eyes hazy.

she kisses your lips this time.

you cum with your mouth open against hers.

you’re curled in her lap now.

wrapped in the same hoodie, hair damp with sweat.

her fingers trace your spine.

"you okay, pretty girl?"

you nod. “perfect.”

she kisses your temple.

"next time, don’t tease me unless you’re ready to be ruined."

you smile. “i was counting on it.”

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[ruebossanova]

1, 14, and 16 for billie if that works please !! thank you if you can baby.

you want to be a good girl or not? - billie eilish

1 — “no underwear? did you plan this?” 14 — “why don't you make it up to me?" 16 — “on your knees”

prompt list

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“you did that on purpose,” she says the second you shut the door.

you blink. innocent. “did what?”

billie laughs, dry.

“wore that little dress. bent over like that. laughed at his fucking joke.”

you lean against the doorframe, slow smile on your lips. “jealous?”

“no,” she says. “pissed.”

she stalks closer.

“take your shoes off,” she says.

you kick one heel off. then the other.

she stops in front of you. eyes low.

“no underwear?” her voice drops.

you grin. “didn’t wanna ruin the lines of the dress.”

she tilts her head. “so you did plan this.”

you shrug, still smug.

billie’s jaw tics.

“you don’t even realize how bad you’ve been,” she says, hand sliding over your waist.

“then tell me,” you whisper.

her mouth finds your ear.

“why don’t you make it up to me?”

your stomach flips.

she backs up one step.

nods to the floor.

"on your knees."

you swallow. obey.

the rug scratches your skin.

billie’s already unbuckling her belt, slow and deliberate.

"you wanna act like a brat in public, you better learn how to behave in private."

she tugs her boxers down just enough.

strap on, black and thick, hard against her stomach.

you blink up at her.

"you’ve been waiting for this all night, haven’t you?"

"maybe."

"don’t lie."

you smirk. “maybe a lot.”

she grips your jaw.

"open."

you do, tongue out, eager.

"god, you’re filthy," she mutters.

the strap slides across your lips. she doesn’t push in yet.

“say please.”

"please, mama."

her breath catches.

"good girl."

she fucks your mouth slow at first, one hand in your hair, the other resting on your cheek.

"such a pretty little hole," she murmurs.

you moan around her.

drool already leaking down your chin.

"that’s it, baby. messy for me."

you gag a little. she coos.

"you can take it."

you’re gagging properly now.

eyes watering.

she pulls out with a wet pop.

"look at that face," she says, smirking. “so much better when it’s full.”

you blink up at her.

"can i ride it now?"

she laughs. “you really are shameless.”

she straddles your face.

panties still on — soaked.

she grinds down slow.

you lick through the fabric.

she groans.

"god, baby. didn’t even take your panties off and you’re already ruining me."

you moan into her.

she starts panting.

she pulls them aside, finally.

bare. slick. warm.

your mouth finds her clit and she cries out.

“fuck—yes—just like that, princess.”

her thighs shake around your head.

"don’t stop—don’t you dare—"

you moan against her, and she jerks.

she cums hard on your tongue.

grinding through it.

fist in your hair, jaw slack.

"fuck—fuck—"

you lick until she twitches.

she finally pulls off. stumbles back.

you’re breathless. soaked.

she’s still catching hers.

you’re still on your knees.

"did i make it up to you?" you ask, smug.

she snorts.

"not even close."

you pout.

she grabs your wrist, tugs you up.

"bend over the couch."

"mama—"

"now."

you don’t get a warning.

just her strap sliding in fast, rough, and unforgiving.

"fuck—!"

"yeah?" she pants. "that’s what you wanted?"

"yes—yes—"

"you take it like such a good girl," she groans.

your dress stays on. her fingers grip your hips.

you cum bent over, half-sobbing, legs shaking.

she holds you through it.

presses a kiss to your spine.

"you’ll behave next time?" she asks.

you grin.

"absolutely not."

she laughs against your back.

"good. neither will i."

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