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cowgirl!abby x reader

summary ; after having seemingly nothing ahead of you for what felt like years but was really just months, your mother finds a new opportunity for you, a new purpose to linger in your life, but is it made for you?

cw ; switch!abby, switch!reader, slow burn, southern au, eventual smut, abby denying her feelings for the longest time ever, hair braiding!! , catching butterflies, will-they-won't-they, arguments but coming from a nice place , closeted/unsure!abby, sharing a bed, slight homophobia, teaching abby how to play a piano, cuddling on accident and on purpose, slight praise kink from both sides, abby teaches you how to ride a horse , dancing!!, baking, injury , reader is scared of dogs ok , NO use of y/n , rrrrrr idk this will probs be added to

a/n ; is it ok that i added stuff to the content warning that'll be in future chapters just not this one and isn't all smutty stuff or is that not ok????? also sorry the caps are ugly i feel improper without them.

A slick heat beat down on your hair, snuffing any previously made attempts at improving it's state, and the journey you had just taken had worn you of any care for it by this point. Growing up in England only made matters worse, severely unpreparing you for this sort of weather, and you dreaded the fact that this was all you'd be feeling for who knows how long. Suitcases were hauled from your mother's car , safely situated at your side before she brought you into a crushing hug, one that had you groaning at the pressure.

"Make sure you write, you know how worried me and your father'll be." She said sternly, hands holding your shoulders.

"Yeah, I know. I will." You replied just as adamantly.

"Okay, good. You make sure you have fun now, okay? Oh , and remember-" your mother rambled on , which you were sure was just her way of keeping you back longer.

"Remember my manners, yeah, I got it." You interrupted. You truly were going to miss her and your father, but you were sure if she was here any longer she might just cave and stay eith you, which you did not want. A warm smile curled against her lips, crows feet appearing at the corners of her eyes.

"Look at you, my sweet girl, all grown up." She sighed dreamily and you couldn't help but grin, eyes rolling lightheartedly.

"Yeah, yeah." You dismissed, bringing her into one last crushing hug before exchanging small 'goodbyes' and 'i love you's' before she reluctantly got back into her car and headed off, leaving you to sit on a bench, awaiting your ride.

Your mother had been friends with a man called Jerry Anderson for longer than you could recall, and after one of their most recent catchups, the topic of you had eventually been picked up. You had always been a good student, exceptional grades whilst maintaining a stable social life and everyone had always expected big things from you, only once you had graduated university, your whole life had come to a standstill and it was starting to look like you'd be living at home forever. That was until Jerry brought up the fact his daughter, Abby, could use some tutoring, and it was settled before you'd even known ; you were going to tutor his daughter.

You didn't know why, nor did you even care really. As long as it gave you something to do with your life , you would do it. Being a picture perfect role model and ending up this way was no short of humiliating , and no amount of concealing it from everyone else could hide the truth from yourself.

"Tsch, what the fuck is this signal?" You groan quietly as you attempt to do anything with your phone to distract you from the boredom looming over your body and the nervousness pooling in your stomach, filling the gaps between you organs in a sickly warm way. Thankfully for you, a truck pulls up , usefully arriving at the exact time discussed. This never would've happened back home. You hate the fact you feel homesick already.

A door opens and you stand up, shaking the hand of the man in front of you. He's taller by a few inches, maybe 3 or 4, hair which is seemingly quite long done up in a neat ponytail and you're almost jealous of the way it sticks better than your hair, messily braided by yourself, a skill you've never mastered. You're sure you could, but between studies and friends and family, you'd never had the time.

"So you're the one who's gonna be putting up with Abs, huh?" He teases playfully with an accent you weren't expecting, sounding far more Spanish than Southern, pulling his hand away to grab your suitcases, an act of chivalry you're not too acquainted with.

"Abs?" You questioned.

"Oh, Abby." He corrected. You nodded in recognition, slightly humiliated you didn't link the two.

"Yeah, I guess." You say, climbing into the passenger seat of his burgundy truck. The seats are slightly worn, objects strewn across here and there, but nothing grotesque. He gets in and starts the engine up before beginning to drive. A heavy silence hangs in the air, once he seems to be a lot more comfortable with in comparison to your agitated state.

"So...what's she like?" You ask reluctantly, unsure on whether making conversation is a food idea. You don't even know him, and you're not sure he's worth getting to know.

"Abby? She's smart, really, just not got the right knowledge to get outta this place. Listens real well too, always got an eye for seeing things about people. She's nice to be around, awkward if you don't know her though. Real funny too, but don't tell her I said that." He explains. His carefree attitude irritates you slightly. This is all business to you.

"Why's she want to leave?" You ask, testing the waters, unsure od where the boundaries lie. Manny shrugs his shoulders.

"I never really asked. Why'd you leave?" He counters, confusing you.

"Huh?"

"I mean, you had this whole life n now you're here, what's up with that?" He explains himself, eyes flicking to you slightly before returning to the road.

You shrug slowly, staring down at the objects you can see here and there.

"Dunno. Just...not much left for me back there, or something." You say vaguely. He doesn't pry, which you like.

"So, what's England like?" He asks.

You find yourself settling into a comfortable conversation with him, the soft sound of music playing on the radio as a mere background noise. You find you don't dislike him as much anymore.

The town is small, definitely smaller than anything you've ever seen, and it's equally shocking how friendly everybody is. Every person you pass says hey or at least waves. It should decrease your nerves and allow you to relax a little, but it has you even more jittery. You're noticing how much you stand out even more as things go on. Most people are dressed in shorts , dresses, tank tops, skirts, anything that let's what little cool breeze circulate their body and suddenly you wish you'd acquired more taste in clothes that go beyond your usual jeans , long or occasionally short sleeved shirt and converse combo. You make sure to make a mental note to go shopping as Manny continues to drive.

A wooden, clearly old house (though better described as a cottage) slowly emerged into view. The paint was cracked in some areas, however other parts looked freshly applied, so, putting two and two together, you assumed there was renovations being done.

"So...how many people, y'know...fit in that?" You asked Manny, unsure there was going to be enough space for everything.

"Oh well, Abby has her own place not too far from here so it's actually just been her dad." He explained as they pulled up into the dirt driveway before getting out. You went for your suitcases, slightly protective over them in such a unfamiliar setting, but Manny was quick to wave you off, getting them out himself. You followed awkwardly behind, unsure of yourself ; wondered if it was too late to turn back now.

"Manny, hey!" Jerry called out, leaving his position on the couch to wrap Manny up in a hug before holding his hand out to you.

"Hey, it's so good to see you." Jerry greeted politely. You have a slight smille, your mother's words lingering in the back of your mind.

"You too."

"I'll go check on your room. D'you want a drink or anything?" He asked to which you shook your head.

"No thank you."

"Alright." He said before heading upstairs, leaving your eyes to scan the house. The place was well painted, a stark contrast to the outside of the house. Lace curtains adorned almost every window, walls covered in random paintings, some hand drawn personally, some purchased from nearby stores. A few coffee mugs lay out, a couple records here and there. It was warm, obviously lived in and taken care of. The wooden floorboards creaked slightly as you slowly moved along, trying to remain inconspicuous and subtle in your curiousness which felt lot like snooping to you. Your fingers reached out to run along the record player held on a tidy shelf, only filled otherwise with a plant and some cds for the car before you heard scrambling paws on wood and, before you could even move, a dog jumping up at you.

Your first instinct was to instantly recoil, retracting your hand back as you stepped back unsteadily. You did not like dogs. Small ones were tolerable at the most, but big ones were crossing the line by a mile, and this was a big dog. In all reality it just wanted to play and was excited by the presence of somebody new, but you couldn't consider that right now.

"Hey, Alice, c'mon, get down." A soft , almost silky smooth voice laughed awkwardly, a voice you were not yet familiar with. The dog - Alice - retreated, allowing you to look up qt the woman who had just entered. Dirty blonde hair, probably considerably long however the proper length went undetermined due to it being tied up in a tight braid. She was a little like an ox ; viisibly muscular, slightly taller by 3 inches , yet her demeanour was anything but. Her hand reached out to yours. You stared at it, unmoving.

"Hey, s' good to see you. I'm Abby." She greeted as warmly as she could. Abby. The girl you were tutoring. Your lack of movement and response caused her to pull her hand back awkwardly.

"Not much of a hand shaker?" She asked, clearly desperate to fill the silence hanging in the air like thick fog, threatening to suffocate the two of you.

"Not really." You lied, knowing full well you could still feel the texture of everyone's hands you had shaken on your skin (yes, everyone was two people). Today seemed to be going your way for a split second as Jerry came in, however all hope was quickly disintegrated.

"So uh, bad news. There's been a leakage in one of the pipes , the one right above your room and I wouldn't wanna make you stay in that." He explains, features and tone nothing but apologetic.

"Oh." You say. If a long journey with an over-emotional mother and heat that had your clothes sticking to you in the mosf uncomfortable ways humanely possible wasn't bad enough, this was the final tipping point.

"We can pay for you to stay at a motel for you for now but-"

"She can stay with me?" Abby interrupts, quick to add onto her words for a reason you can't quite place your finger on.

"Cause, y'know, she's my tutor and all so it's just easier than going back and forth to different houses and I can take the couch." She explains, rambling on and on incessantly, hands moving and curving. It'd be annoying if you weren't so exhausted.

"Okay yeah, if that's okay with you?" Jerry asked you to which you shrugged absentmindedly.

"Sure." You agreed.

If you thought the silence in the house around two other people was bad, you were infinitely wrong. Being sat next to someone you barely know in dead silence, only provided the whirring of the car to fuel your thoughts, was a nightmare. You could briefly notice her opening her mouth every so often , and you assumed that she was going to ask why you were here and for some reason couldn't. Her eyes constantly flicked to you, desperate you would say something first to do you both a favour. You didn't.

"So uh, why'd you-" she began.

"Hey, Abby? I really don't want to be rude but, I'm exhausted." You interrupted, pleading with everything in you that she would take the hint and be quiet, which thankfully, she did. You almost felt bad. Almost.

The rest of the car journey was done in silence, and you didn't even bother looking at her house nor examining the contents of it as though you were doing a quick in-and-out shopping trip, walking in and being lead up to her room , suitcases placed down before she rambled on about something you couldn't even grasp the concept of the second she opened her lips to speak.

"Um, anyways, g'night." She murmured, awkwardly going to leave the room. Watching her walk out of the door like a dog with it's tail between it's legs was enough for you to give in and soothe her nerves slightly with an exaggerated sigh.

"Hey Abby?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

It was the first time you'd seen her smile or look even slightly relaxed all day.

Hi!! Could u pls do some soft nsfw hcs of Wise x fem reader😞 i love this man sm

HIII OMG tumblr is a BITCH it's 1:28 am I've been trying to post this for more than a fucking hour I hate tumblr

I wrote this while sleep deprived, I hope it's to your liking!

As a member of the soft dom community, I think showing you how much he loves you is the ultimate pleasure for him.

Had a bad day? He can kiss you. Didn't have good food all day? He can make you his meal anyways. Feeling low esteemish? He can finger you and kiss your neck while telling you all the things he loves about you. He just never, ever stops showing how much he geniunely loves and cherishes you.

Of course, he does have his own down moments when you're the one keeping him company, making him good food and whatnot, and he is so sure to pay you back for it. Not in monetary terms, of course.

Personally I feel like he's gonna be the type of person to just...y'know, do-your-thang-while-I-pleasure-you type? It's not his fault, he wants you to feel the best at all times!

Sex with him sometimes feels so soft, so geniune it almost feels unreal. The way he kisses you? Oh my god. The way he fingers you for your pleasure? Holy. And the way he always, always asks for consent before showing you what even the heavens can't grant to even the mightiest of gods? Boy oh boy.

And for the best part? He. is. so. vocal. Especially if y'all are fucking after more than a period of 4-5 days. He just grabs your waist to muffle his face unto your neck, and goddamn now your ears aren't virgin anymore. The occasional moans, soft whimpering, the songs of non stop praises for you, this man never, ever fails to make you feel like the princess you are.

All in all, I think soft wise is all about cherishing you and himself in a self made cocoon of love which is constantly being woven with overflowing love between you two. And the thread of fabric of love is too strong to break the bonds between you two.

hol'up chat did I cook? I poured my entire feelings into this ngl. I've been diagnosed schizophrenic for him. He lives with me. Im so in love with him.

History Rewritten

The drive was in silence. The memory of my hands in your jeans pocket for warmth against the frigid winter walk. The offer to see my office was gladly accepted with barely a smile, not out of disinterest, but out of anticipation of finally being alone. Exiting the car after parking, I turned to wait for you. You paused as you slid across the bench seat to exit on my side. Our eyes met and I was tempted to take you right there, in the open coolness of the night, sheltered only by the awing of the driveway. “Patience,” I thought as I led you to the door, unlocked it hurried through the short hallway, turned right, and entered my work domain.

The tour was short, but I led you behind my desk. “This is the computer from which I message you every day,” was the only significant elaboration of the surroundings. You followed closely, your body facing me as your head turned to view what I was indicating. When you turned back, I did not hesitate. Pulling you into my arms was met with no resistance. When our lips met, it was like plunging into a pool of liquid gold – warm, but not scalding, sensual, and languid, like a swim in gently undulating waves of ecstasy. Skimming over the surface, diving into depths, emerging only to catch a breath in desperate gasps so that we could return to the swim. Our bodies melded together like a puzzle longing to be solved, compressing every bit of space into the minimal allowed to remain separate entities.

We parted and you whispered into what remained of the kiss, “You have soft lips.”

I was stunned. It was the first compliment of any activity, PG or NSFW that I had received in real time. When I had recovered, you had already moved away to the end of the desk to examine some of my medical equipment. I caught up with you and drew you to me as I leaned on the edge of my desk. Immediately upon feeling my erection against your bum, your hips started swirling, gliding smoothly up and down the length of me, capturing my hard member between your cheeks despite the two layers of jeans separating us. My hands slipped under the front of your top, glancing off the silkiness of your stomach to push up your bra as I cupped both breasts in my palms, eliciting whispered moans that worked like a siren's call. They enveloped my mind like a warm blanket, soothing the fire of my thoughts but not the ache in my loins.

My hands squeezed, grasped, caressed your flesh pressed against my palms, your nipples hard, begging to be tasted. I did not deny them. Twisting you rapidly by the waist, I lifted the top further and clasped one of your nipples in my mouth, sucking as though the action provided the only nourishment required to sustain my life. I would have continued, but the throbbing in my pants required something else.

Turning you again, you leaned your head back against my shoulder while resuming the massage of my cock with our grinding. You turned your head and our lips met again and we exchanged quick, shallow breaths in our kiss that matched the intensity of our dry humping. My hands drifted down to the waistline of your jeans, deftly undid the button snap, and nearly ripped the zipper in my eagerness to free access to your center. My fingers slid through the silkiness of your unshaven mound. They were instantly soaked as they parted your nether lips, wet with your passion.

Slow strokes on either side of your clit followed by covering it with tight, small circles caused you to moan into our kiss. I retrieved my hand and with the other, hooked my thumbs on either side of your waistband. You responded with unspoken instruction by lifting your hip from me as I pushed down your jeans over your thighs. A few alternate leg lifts and kicks and they were free from you. You wore no panties. While you were removing your jeans, I had undone my belt and jeans and duplicated the movement, though they remained entangled around my ankles. I was too impatient for what came next.

The first press together of our naked skin sent shivers stronger than the cold had evoked racing through our bodies. For a few moments, we resumed the non-penetrating dance of cock to ass, enjoying the sensations that were like tender shocks of mild electricity shimmering through our skin. You lifted to your toes, parted your legs, and captured me between your thighs. Arching and curling your back caused my member to glide between hour honey-drenched lips, the tip of my cock striking your now swollen clit with each movement. I held my ground, letting you use me as your personal toy until you wanted more.

Reaching between your legs, you grasped my cock, pulled it erect, slid the tip between your lips, and pressed your hips back taking the full length of me inside. I pushed your hips up and began thrusting inside your warm, wet, tightness, intoxicated by the sensations of every inch of your inside receiving me again and again. Another gentle whisper from you shook me from my revelry, “Let me work it.”

Thus began the lap dance that would spoil me from any other encounter I would ever have. The alternating motions were hypnotic. Swishing from side to side. Circles that stirred your insides. Rising to the tip, clenching your honey walls, then plunging hard, burying me to the hilt, only to repeat, each like a thrust of CPR, reviving a long-death passion.

How long we continued was lost on me as time both froze and swirled, wrapped in a maddening wish that it would never end. Sensing that you were close, you pushed hard against me and the movements became minimal as you stroke your clit with your free hand. I felt the clenching and relaxing of your pussy before the tremors cascaded like waves through your thighs between mine. I lost it, my cock pulsing and throbbing inside you as you milked every drop from me.

My mind was shocked to alertness as you were suddenly gone from me. I opened my eyes to see that you had twisted and gone to your knees. Taking my semi-rigid cock in your hand, you began to lick and suck our combined cum from it, using long, slow strokes of your tongue, swirling it around the tip, giving it a tender kiss before taking the full length to the back of your throat – and swallowing. I felt my cock grow hard again in your mouth and could not hold back my cumming again.

By the time my mind cleared, you had retrieved your pants and were sitting in the chair by the door, adjusting the jeans to put them back on. “Oh, no you don't,” I muttered, reaching you in two long strides. Landing on my knees before you, I spread your legs and simultaneously grasped the cheeks of your ass, pulling you to the edge of the chair. I did not wait for a reaction. My gaze following the sweat and cum soaked hair above your slit, I lingered on your pussy lips, opened by the pushing apart of your thighs. My hunger for you is unimpeded by cumming twice, I took in the aroma of your juices as my tongue drew a circuitous map through your lips, licking, sucking, teasing the tip of your clit, plunging into you and back again. I feasted on your ambrosia until long, firm, strokes sent you over the edge again.

Rising on my knees, I plopped against your bared breasts, feeling your breathing and pulse return to a reasonable state as we both recovered. We cleaned and dressed in silence, both replaying the events of the evening in our minds in an attempt to etch the memories indelibly forever.

They would have to hold us for a while. Too long, in fact, but never forgotten.