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peachglazewrites · 4 months ago

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can you write abby x femme reader where the reader is so down bad for abby but abby only sees reader as her fwb. maybe you can also add abby still being in a relationship with owen. i thought of it while listening to casual by chappel roan and i need to be IN PAIN SO BAD

𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: abby/femme!reader 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: angst, smut (18+ mdni), use of words like tits/cunt/pussy, comphet, unhappy ending 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: pre-established relationship (friends with benefits), pet names (sweetheart, honey, baby, pretty girl), oral (r!receiving), masturbation (abby), outdoor sex (they're entirely alone in a field) 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘: no use of y/n, outfit descriptions, modern au, ellie and dina trying to be good friends, relationship with owen mentioned but no cheating 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 7k

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Abby is a great friend. She's funny, kind, and when you're both single, you hook up. If only you weren't in love with her, and she didn't always run back to Owen.

a/n: hello!! thank you so much for this request! i took direct inspo from casual by chappell roan for this and had a lot of fun! it's smutty, angsty, and the more i wrote the more i realised i was just writing Abby with comphet so there's a lot of that sprinkled in there too </3

i almost want to write a sequel where abby wakes tf up and realises she's a lesbian butttt only if anyone would actually want it…

i hope you enjoy! ✧˖°

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[1:07pm] Abs 🥊💥: oh yeah? [1:07pm] You: Yeah, they look pretty good too [1:09pm] Abs 🥊💥: hmm maybe you should send them so i can double check [1:09pm] Abs 🥊💥: just in case 😇 [1:09pm] You: Just in case? [1:10pm] Abs 🥊💥: yeah [1:11pm] You: Of? [1:14pm] Abs 🥊💥: i was trying to be hot and fun [1:14pm] Abs 🥊💥: you’re making that difficult [1:15pm] You: You poor baby 😔 [1:17pm] You: Here. An apology [1:17pm] You: [sent an attachment] Abs 🥊💥 is typing...

“Hellooo?” Dina waves a hand in front of your face, snapping your attention away from the dancing dots next to Abby’s name. Ellie and Dina are looking at you when you blink up at them, your nose no longer buried in your phone.

The three of you have sprawled yourselves out in Ellie’s room, the air slightly hazy with the smoke of a joint she had passed around-- a pleasant hum settling in your bones. The smoke slowly curls out of the open window, curtains fluttering in the breeze.

Ellie sits propped up against her bed, legs crossed under her, guitar resting on her thigh as she picks at the strings. Joel just got her new ones yesterday, so she’s been fiddling with it all morning.

Dina has crawled out of the beanbag near her girlfriend to come bother you, kneeling on the floor next to your own.

Jesse was also invited, but got called in to work last minute. Boo.

“What’s got you so giggly over here?” Dina asks, placing a hand on your knee as she leans over, trying to take a peek at your phone.

You pull the device back to your chest, hiding the picture you just sent from her prying eyes. “Nothing,” you say far too quickly. “Just a funny post.”

“Uh huh,” she says, not even a little bit convinced. “Let me see, then.”

“What?”

“The post.” A smirk starts to form on Dina’s lips, knowing she’s got you. “Let me see it.”

“Oh, it’s—” You shift your gaze away from hers, looking back down at your phone. “It’s gone now. Y’know. The algorithm, and stuff.”

Ellie snorts, rolling her eyes. “The algorithm? That’s the best you can do?”

“Shut up, Ellie,” you hiss, narrowing your eyes at the girl.

Dina, finding an opening, makes a grab for your phone. You yelp, twisting away from her and holding the phone high above your head, out of her grip-- but that doesn’t stop her. She pounces on you, faster than you’re expecting, straddling you on the bean bag as she wrestles you for the device.

You yell, wriggling out from underneath her and falling to the floor with a thump, Dina following and landing on top of you.

“It wasn’t even that funny! Dee, get off of me!” You screech, laughing as you grapple with each other.

“Aha!” Dina cries, prying the phone from your hands and holding it above her head, pressing a palm to your forehead to pin your down. “Now, let’s see this ‘post’, huh?” She taunts, grinning down at you.

You can do nothing but watch helplessly as she looks to your phone, eyes widening at the screen. You catch a brief glimpse of the photo in the reflection of her eyes; the angle of your body as you lay in your sheets, back slightly arched for the camera, delicate blue lace clinging to your hips and chest.

A low whistle leaves her lips.

“Shit, you look good.” Dina squints at the photo, removing her hand from your forehead to pinch at the screen, zooming in. “When did you even buy that? Where did you buy that?”

You sit up enough to snatch your phone away from her, swiping out of the picture before she can look at it any longer.

[1:18pm] Abs 🥊💥: holy shit [1:19pm] Abs 🥊💥: you weren’t lying

“Dude, are you sending nudes from my fucking house?” Ellie asks, eyebrows raised, fingers pausing on her guitar.

Heat crawls across your cheeks, tapping the screen to swipe out of the messaging app and locking your phone. “They’re not nudes. I’m wearing underwear.”

“Babe, there was so much nipple peeking through that thing,” Dina says, still sitting atop of you.

“Okay, well now I’ve gotta see. Gimme.” Ellie reaches, making grabby hands for your phone.

You groan, letting your phone drop face down onto your chest as you cover your face with your hands. “I fucking hate you two.”

“I love you too,” Dina coos, giggling and rolling off of you to lay next to you on the floor, propping herself up on her forearms.

Ellie settles back with her guitar, strumming lightly at the song she’s been working on. “Who are you even sending that shit to, anyways?’

“Is it that butch from the bar last weekend? She was so hot.”

“Hey, I’m right here?” Ellie says, waving her hand to her girlfriend. Dina blows a kiss in her direction.

The hands stay glued to your face as you swallow, throat suddenly thick. You mumble through your fingers, knowing that neither of them would be able to make out what you said. A hand wraps around your wrist, prying it from your face.

“Can’t hear you,” Dina sings, shuffling closer. Her hand slides up, interlacing her fingers with your own, squeezing. “Come on, who is it?”

You nervously look to Dina’s expectant face, behind her to Ellie who’s not looking over, but has her head tilted to make sure she catches every syllable. You turn your head up to look at the ceiling, concentrating on the glow-in-the-dark stars and planets Jesse got Ellie for her birthday last year, unable to look at your friends.

“I’m texting Abby.”

Ellie misses a chord, a slight fumble as she whips her head up to look at you. Dina’s smile shifts slightly, a hint of something sympathetic behind her eyes. She squeezes your hand gently.

“How is she?” Dina asks, watching your profile.

“She’s good. She just got hired at this new boxing studio in the city as a personal trainer. It’s a really good gig, and she enjoys it a lot.” You smile softly, fiddling and twisting one of the rings on your finger. “Pays a lot better than her old gym, too.”

“How’s Owen?” Ellie asks, voice cutting through the hazy air.

Your body tenses, anxiety curling in the pit of your stomach. You knew this was going to happen.

“I don’t know… They uh—They broke up a couple of weeks ago, so I haven’t seen him.”

Ellie scoffs, turning back to her guitar as she mutters something under her breath. You completely miss it, but Dina doesn’t.

“Ellie,” she scolds, leaning over to whack at her ankle.

Your phone buzzes against your chest, and you can’t help but be thankful for the distraction, tilting it up to peek at the preview on the lockscreen. Two text messages block the squished together faces of you, Ellie, and Dina; your and Dina’s lips pressed to either side of Ellie’s freckled cheeks. Jesse stands behind the three of you, hands pressing you and Dina closer to Ellie, grinning as the girl groans and squirms between you.

[1:25pm] Abs 🥊💥: let me come see you [1:25pm] Abs 🥊💥: we can grab food?

You can’t help the small smile that spreads to your lips, biting your cheek as you unlock your phone to reply.

[1:26pm] You: Tonight? [1:27pm] Abs 🥊💥: please 🙏

“Well, it sounds like things are going well for her,” Dina says, rolling on her side to look at you, bringing the hand still laced with yours under her cheek as she rests on it. “New job, hot girl sending her nudes in the middle of the day…”

You roll your eyes, locking your phone and letting it fall back against your chest. “They weren’t nudes.”

“The technicals on whether they’re nudes or not doesn’t matter when they’re that hot. I don’t even send Ellie pictures like that.”

“You don’t send pictures at all,” Ellie pouts.

“Els,” Dina turns to look back at her. “The last time I sent you a photo of my tits, you set it as my contact photo.”

Ellie’s pout smooths out into a knowing smirk, an amused huff leaving her as she reminisces.

Dina turns back to you, rolling her eyes. “Anyway. I guess this means that things are chill with you and Abby again?”

You shrug, fingers flexing amongst her own. “I mean, yeah? We were always chill.”

Her cheek twitches as she forces her smile, her eyes softening into something that you refuse to acknowledge as pitying. “I know,” she says, tentative. “But things were kind of… tense when her and Owen got back together last time, remember?”

You stiffen, that twisting in your gut making you feel ill. “She was just—She just had a lot going on.”

And she did. Her and Manny had to move all of a sudden, she was starting to hate her old job, her truck broke down, and Owen kept trying to reach out again after he was the one to break things off.

So much was going on in Abby’s life, and you were there to help her through it. Late night calls when she couldn’t sleep, motivational texts to get her through her day, a day off from your own job to help Abby and Manny move everything to their new place. Just like a good friend would, because that’s what you are. Good friends.

Good friends who kiss sometimes, whose nighttime calls end in whimpers and soft moans, her voice flowing through the speaker as you cum on your fingers. Good friends who fuck on the mattress on the floor of her new room while her bedframe leans against the wall unbuilt, too desperate to wait until it’s all set up.

That’s just how things are between you. You’re there for her whenever she needs you, and if sometimes that need is something more carnal, driven by lust? As long as you’re both single, you don’t see the issue.

Except she’s never single for long-- those break ups with Owen never truly sticking. Give them a week or two before he starts texting again, another few after that for Abby to text back. And each time you hope, maybe wrongly so, that she won’t do it. That she’ll realise things with Owen just aren’t meant to be, and that maybe she’d be happier with someone else; someone who gives her both the space and attention that she needs.

That she’ll realise that you’ve been here the whole time.

But she never does, and it stings when she texts you that her and Owen are back together, knowing that it’s not just a casual update, but a temporary end to your arrangement— a hiatus, waiting for when they inevitably break up once more.

So yeah, she was busy, but so were you—busy ignoring her texts and her innocent offers to hang out. You promised yourself that you would spare yourself, that you wouldn’t let yourself get hurt anymore by hoping and wishing for something that was never going to happen.

But just like Abby, it only took you a couple of weeks of texts for you to finally respond back.

And so, the cycle continues.

Dina squeezes your hand, feeling you drift off somewhere in your mind. You turn your head slightly to look at her, feeling the familiar sting of embarrassment at the look in her kind eyes.

“I know, babe. We just worry.”

You frown slightly, brows drawing together. “Why? And whose we?”

Ellie scoffs, the sound sharp over the strum of her guitar. “Nice one, Dina.”

She ignores her girlfriend, holding your gaze. “We—Ellie and I—”

“And Jesse.”

“Ellie--” Dina pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes as she tries to tamp down her frustration. “We just want to make sure you’re happy. That this is what you want.” She looks to your again, words spoken soft between you. “All that you want.”

You slowly extricate your hand from hers, pushing up on your forearms to sit. “Of course it is,” you lie-- like a liar. You know neither of them believe you. “This is how it’s always been with Abby. We talk, we hang out, and when we’re single, we ‘hang out’. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not. Of course it isn’t. We just—”

Ellie cuts Dina off. “We hate seeing you get hurt over and over.”

You sit up even further, drawing your knees to your chest, making sure your dress falls over your knees. “I’m not— No one’s getting hurt. Abby’s really sweet to me.”

“Then why does she only text you this much when Owen isn’t around?” Ellie asks, guitar forgotten in her lap.

Embarrassment and shame twirl around each other, dancing atop that churning in your gut. Your body heats with it, blood rushing to the highs of your cheeks and the tips of your ears. “That’s not true.”

It is, and you hate that they’ve picked up on it too.

Dina sighs, sitting up with you, placing a gentle and friendly hand on your knee. “It’s okay that she does, but only if you’re okay with it. I know you…” she trails off, pressing her lips into a thin line, hesitating about going there.

That feeling inside of you bursts, lighting you on fire. You feel it down to the tips of your fingers, morphing and changing into something darker— frustration. “Know what, Dina?”

“Look, you’re an adult. You can sleep with whoever you want,” Ellie cuts in. “But you’re not dumb. You know exactly what she’s doing and you’re letting it happen. And if that’s what you get off on, then fine. But we hate seeing her use you like this—”

“Ellie, she’s not using me. I’m not being used.” You stand up, ripping yourself from Dina. “It’s just sex. We both get something out of it, and if I happen to like her company outside of that because she’s my friend, then that just makes it better.”

You stoop down, collecting your bag from next to the beanbag, shoving your phone inside.

Dina calls your name, reaching out for you. You dodge her, stepping back towards the door.

“I’ll… I’ll text you guys later, or something. I have to go.”

♡ ︎♡ ︎♡

Abby tells you to be ready around seven thirty, that she’ll grab you two some dinner before swinging around to pick you up at your place.

It gave you plenty of time to cool down before needing to get ready, crashing and taking a nap the moment you got home from Ellie’s.

You feel guilty for fighting with your friends. As much as you hate the idea of them being able to see through you, to be able to tell how you actually feel-- they’re just trying to look out for you. They love you, want the best for you.

But them knowing… Your friends seeing how infatuated you are with Abby, how you let yourself be dragged along like a dog on a leash, desperate to please and feel desired by her… It makes you feel ashamed.

So, you ignore the texts you wake up to.

[2:31pm] Deedee 😽: Hey babe. I’m sorry about this afternoon. If you’re feeling up to talking about it please let me know. [2:32pm] Deedee 😽: We can go to that bakery you like. My treat. [2:32pm] Deedee 😽: I love you. Be safe 🤍🤍🤍

[2:43pm] 🌿Els 🦕: [message unsent] [2:50pm] 🌿Els 🦕: sorry. dina said that was shit. [2:54pm] 🌿Els 🦕: be careful [2:54pm] 🌿Els 🦕: always here for u [2:55pm] 🌿Els 🦕: 💚

[3:14pm] J-Man 🐴: You’re seeing Abby again?? [3:14pm] J-Man 🐴: That’s cool… [3:17pm] J-Man 🐴: Why didn’t you tell us?

You slowly start getting ready at four, taking a long ‘everything’ shower, only hopping out once your skin is smooth, soft, and smelling of your cherry blossom body wash.

You spend way longer than necessary picking your outfit; something cute but practical for the cooler weather. You make a bit of a mess, but finally end up laying out a combination of pieces on your plush, purple blankets. A babydoll top to wear under a chunky knit cardigan, a long flowing skirt that brushes your calves. You’ve even selected cute underwear, that same blue lace set that you wore in the photo you sent Abby.

You keep your makeup simple, focusing more on your eyes than anything else. Abby described them as doe-like once, and now you make it a habit to spend a bit more time curling your lashes, lining them with a delicate wing. Some blush and a sparkly lip gloss that faintly smells like bubble-gum completes the look. Soft, feminine.

You’re painting your nails when your phone buzzes on your bedside table, interrupting the music playing through the speakers. You lean over, holding your hands out to try to avoid smudging them, glimpsing at the screen.

[7:13pm] Abs 🥊💥: picking up food now [7:14pm] Abs 🥊💥: be there soon, pretty girl ❤️

Your heart beats wildly in your chest, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as you get back to painting your nails. Thoughts of your friends and their concerns drifting from your mind the closer it gets to seven thirty.

It’ll be fine.

It always is, right?

♡ ︎♡ ︎♡

You press a manicured hand over your mouth, supressing your giggles. “He didn’t…”

Abby nods, grinning around her chewed straw. “Yeah, he did. All ‘prom-posal’ style with a big sign and everything.”

“Oh, Jordan,” you sigh. “I’ve only met Leah once and even I know she’d hate to be asked out like that.” You shake your head, reaching into the bag between you for another fry.

Abby shrugs, sucking the last of her shake from the plastic cup. “Well apparently she liked it enough to say yes, so…”

“She was always going to say yes, though,” you say, popping the salty shoestring into your mouth. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

Abby scoffs, humour in her tone, placing the empty cup off to the side. “Yeah, you can say that again.”

The two of you are sitting in the bed of Abby’s truck, shoes kicked off as you curl amongst the blanket and few pillows piled in the back, softening the metal underneath. She’d driven the two of you out to a field, some property a friend of her dad owns, parking under the open night sky. The moon was high and bright, casting a soft glow across everything it touched, giving you just enough light to see.

She looked sinfully good in your driveway when she came to pick you up; leaning against the truck in her muscle tank and utility jeans, a dark green overshirt open and rolled up to her elbows. Her dad’s dog tags from his brief stint in the military right out of high school hang around her neck, a faded friendship bracelet that matches with her best friend Mel tied around her left wrist.

She had grabbed the two of you burgers and shakes from a local diner Abby loves to visit on her cheat days—a strawberry shake for herself and a sweet vanilla one for you.

The night so far has been taken up with picking at each other’s food and catching up all the stuff you’ve forgotten or have been too busy to text about. A lot of it is just gossip, but you don’t mind. You cherish her company, and could happily sit here for hours talking about anything at all as long as she was the one with you.

“How’s the new studio treating you?” You ask, nudging her lightly. You’re still snacking on the fries in the bag, your shake and burger having long since been eaten.

“It’s good. There’s a lot more women on staff at the new place which is nice.” Abby steals a fry from between your fingers, popping it into her mouth.

“Hey!”

She smirks, shrugging and licking the salt from her fingers. You’re momentarily distracted, brain short circuiting as you watch the trail of her tongue.

You swallow, clenching your thighs together as you look back down to the bag. “Less bro-y?”

She laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you from the inside out, reaching for her own fries. “Yeah, much less bro-y.” She shoves a couple in her mouth, covering it as she speaks around her mouthful. “A couple of my clients transferred over when I moved which is good. Felt bad leaving them behind.”

“Did Yara follow? You liked her.”

Abby nods, wiping the salt off her fingers on the thigh of her pants this time. “I’m covering her sessions, actually. Paying out of pocket. She’s had to take in her brother so everything’s kind of gone tits up for her. Boxing was the only thing she does for herself, so…” She shrugs, leaning back against the truck cabin, head tilted up to look at the stars overhead.

You sit there transfixed, lips slightly parted as you look to the woman next to you. She’s gorgeous, her side profile making butterflies stir in your belly. Her nose is strong, slightly curved at the tip, crooked from it getting broken and reset over and over again. Her cheekbones are prominent and littered in freckles, a jagged scar under one eye that she tells you a different story for every time you ask. Her jawline, though strong just like the rest of her, is also surprisingly soft, slightly rounder under her chin-- one of your favourite places to kiss.

Handsome.

“You’re a good person, you know?”

The highs of Abby’s cheeks darken; you can just make out the colour under the light of the moon. Her eyes flick down to yours. “You flattering me?”

You shift to face her more, leaning against her muscular arm. You catch the way her hazy blue eyes drift from your own, down to your chest which is pressed against her bicep, flesh peeking out from your top. Her cheeks darken even more, a delightful pink that makes her freckles more prominent.

“I’m being serious. You do stuff like this all of the time, just because you felt like it.” Abby’s eyes wander back up to your own. “You’re really kind. I love that about you.”

Something flashes across her face, so quick that you can’t make it out before she schools her expression again, a lazy smirk tugging on her lips.

“Yeah?” She tilts her head slightly, stray strands of hair that have fallen out of her braid tickling her cheeks. “You sure you’re not buttering me up?”

It’s your turn to flush now, skin prickling with heat under her gaze that bores into your own. “And what would I be buttering you up for?” Your voice is quiet, soft between you.

Her eyes roam across your face, down to your lips where you’ve drawn the bottom one between your teeth. One of her calloused hands comes up, cupping your jaw gently to swipe a thumb across your cheek. The pad of her thumb moves to press against your glossy lip, pulling it free.

“I don’t know,” she whispers, leaning in close. “You tell me.”

Her thumb swipes across the tackiness of your lip, the gloss rubbing off and onto her skin, sparkly and smelling like bubble-gum. She leans in impossibly closer, breath smelling like strawberries from her shake, nose bumping against yours softly.

You snake a hand up her broad chest, manicured fist curling into the front of her tank to pull her down, pressing your lips against her own.

You both sigh at the contact, finally feeling each other again after so long. The kiss doesn’t stay gentle, quickly devolving into hungry, messy kisses, Abby licking into your mouth to claim you.

A soft moan spills from your lips and you tug once more, pulling Abby with you as you lean back against the truck, needing to feel her weight against you. Abby obliges, never being able to say no to you when you make those pretty little noises, shifting to cage you in against the cabin of her truck. One of her arms comes up to support her weight as she slides to fit her body between your thighs that you part for her, skirt bunching up to make room.

“Missed this,” Abby groans, pulling away to kiss hotly down the side of your jaw. Her plush lips latch onto the skin of your neck, nipping and licking where your perfume is the strongest.

“Abby—” you gasp, arms wrapping around her neck, nails digging into the muscles of her shoulders as you arch into her, your head tilting back and thumping against the truck.

She hums, kissing down further to your chest, teeth grazing against the swell of your tits being pushed up by your bra. The hand on your cheek moves down, slowly pushing the sleeve of your cardigan and the strap of your top off your shoulder, giving her more skin to bite and suckle on.

You bring a hand up to thread through her hair, nails scratching against her scalp as you push your chest into her mouth. She groans, a deep rumbly sound that goes straight to your cunt.

“Been thinking about this,” you confess, hips twitching as she cups you through your top, barely hold back a whine as she pinches your hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Abby chuckles, vibrations working across your skin as she palms you. “Yeah, sweetheart?” A particularly hard suck on the swell of your tit, making you moan. “What about?”

Soft pants leave your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as the warmth grows between your legs. “Fuck… Y-Your mouth—”

A grin splits Abby’s lips, eyes crinkling as she looks up at you, taking in the way your head is thrown back. “My mouth?”

You nod, swallowing hard as she drifts down, lips taking over for her fingers as she bites you through your top. You whine, high in the back of your throat, blinking your eyes open to look down at her.

She’s so unbelievably hot, big eyes smiling up at you as she teases you between her teeth, drawing those sweet noises from your throat. She’s playing you like a damn fiddle and she’s loving every second of it.

“Mmhm,” you moan, licking your lips. “Always feels so f-fucking good. Need it so bad--”

Abby breaks away from your chest, fingers taking back over the second her mouth leaves you.

“Where?” Her voice is low as she rises up, nosing along your soft skin while she moves up, up, up-- until her lips are barely brushing yours. “Here?”

She leans in, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss, all tongue and teeth and so, so wet. She pulls away far too quickly, a string of spit connecting you, hot breath fanning over your open mouth as you try to pull her back in. “This where you need it, baby?”

You do, you need her to kiss you again so fucking badly, but you know what she’s asking. So, you reluctantly shake your head, looking up into her fiery eyes. She smirks, shifting to kiss back down to your chest, burying herself in the fat of your tits, like she belongs there. She groans, hand moving down to grip your waist as she looks up at you.

“What about here?”

Your hips shift, back arching as you press her closer, feeling yourself growing wetter as she groans in appreciation. Your panties are soaked, thighs hot and sticky as you squirm beneath her.

Your head shakes, not trusting your voice right now while she’s looking up at you like this.

“Oh, I see,” she says teasingly, hand on your waist straying down, fingers dancing along your thigh to where the hem of your skirt is bunched up between you. Sparks shoot through your veins when her hand touches bare skin, thighs clamping around her hips as you feel yourself throb.

God you’re desperate.

Her touch is featherlight, grazing teasingly up under the fabric of your skirt, higher and higher until she reaches the edge of your panties, soft blue lace that tickles her fingertips.

Her strong hand, so big and warm compared to your own, cups you over the lace, ring and middle finger pressing against your weeping cunt. A shuddering gasp leaves your lips, hand in her hair tightening, the other scrunching the fabric of her tank across her back. She moans, muffled against your tits.

“This is where you need it, huh? Can feel how fucking wet you are,” she grunts, pulling away from your chest to lean up, capturing your lips once more in a desperate, hungry kiss.

You whine and keen into her mouth as she works you over, hips stuttering up to grind against her palm, your clit swelling against the friction of your soaked panties.

She pulls back, panting as the two of your catch your breath, eyes hooded as she looks down at you, black swallowing that lovely blue, tongue peaking out to lick at her swollen lips. Without another word she shifts, slowly sliding down your body, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses in her wake. It’s sensual and so fucking hot, her hand not stilling from where she fucks you through your panties.

She kisses down your sternum, your stomach, your hip, pausing when she gets to the fabric of your skirt. She uses the hand not rubbing at your clit to move it out of the way, smoothing her big hand up your thigh to drag the fabric up, pushing it to bunch at your hips.

Your hips cant up, and Abby gets an eyeful of you for the first time. She swallows, staring down at the lace she instantly recognises from the photo you sent, the blue that sits flush and clinging to the shape of your pussy.

“Fuck, baby,” she groans, moving to rest on her stomach, swollen lips kissing and nipping at the smooth skin of your thighs. “This all f’me?”

“Yes—Abby—All for you,” you whimper, coherent thoughts already slipping from your brain.

She pushes your thighs wider as she moves up, head disappearing underneath the fabric of your skirt as she finally, finally nudges up against your cunt. Her strong nose bumps your clit as she presses against the straining fabric, inhaling deep, tongue pressing thick and flat over the soaked gusset.

You both moan simultaneously, you at the hot, cloying feeling of her tongue against your clothed cunt, her at the first taste of you through the lace.

“Oh god—” You scramble at the fabric of your skirt, tugging it up and tight in your fist to see her pressed between your legs. “T-Take them off—please, I need to feel you—”

Abby’s already got her fingers hooked in the elastic, shuffling back to peel the lingerie off your slick pussy. You bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping an arm around them as you help her slide them off your ankles, biting your lip at the way she grips your calves and manhandles you.

She balls up your panties in her fist, shoving them in the back pocket of her jeans as she settles back down. Her strong hands grip the fat of your hips, pulling you down further on the truck bed so you’re lying flat on your back. She throws one of your legs over her shoulder, the other she presses down to the bed of the truck, opening you wide for her.

“Such a pretty pussy,” she murmurs, breath hot over your cunt, wrapping a strong arm around your thigh, fingers playing lazily in your folds. You squirm beneath her, twitching your hips up towards her face.

“Abby…” you whine, looking down at her, chin touching your heaving chest as you watch, eyes wide and hazy.

She flicks hers up to meet yours, a smirk splitting her lips as she uses two fingers to part you before finally leaning in.

You throw your head back against the blanket at first contact, the flat of her tongue swiping up the entirety of your cunt, the tip lightly flicking against your swollen clit. You take a deep breath, hips twitching under her at the sensation, sharp zaps of electricity setting your nerves alight.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath, the hand gripping your skirt tightening.

Abby hums, indulging in a few more kitten licks before she’s wrapping those swollen. pouty lips around your clit, sucking the bundle into her mouth. She suckles, the lewd slurping sound making your cheeks turn bright red, the rhythmic throb punching the air from your lungs.

She releases you with a smack of her lips, flattening her tongue again to run up through your folds, briefly tonguing at your clenching hole as she passes, but always straying back to your clit, never getting tired of the way it pulses in her mouth.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” she murmurs, accent growing stronger the more pussy drunk she gets. She won’t admit it out loud, but she fucking loves being down here, drinking you up. If she had less shame, she’d beg you for it.

You push at the back of her head, pressing the heel of your foot against her back to urge her on, burying her deeper against you. She groans, messily licking up everything you give her. Drifting down, her nose nudging against your clit as she starts to fuck you with her tongue, the pulsing muscle slowly stretching your out the deeper she gets, slippery and so fucking hot.

You gasp, a choked off sound that has your toes curling as you hold her there, your hips coming up to grind against her face-- the way her nose feels against your clit making your head spin.

“Holy shit—Abs, baby—” You can hardly form a sentence, broken noises leaving your throat as you use her, fuck against her like your own personal toy. You could cum just like this, and she knows it.

Abby grunts, her shoulder dropping to the bed of the truck as a hand slips under her hips, hastily unbuttoning her jeans. A low groan, long and vibrating against your cunt leaves her lips as she sinks the hand past her boxers, shifting up onto her knees to get a better angle. You can feel the way her arm moves under your thigh, the way she rubs furiously at her clit as she fucks you on her tongue, drowning in you as you gush against her nose and mouth.

You lift your head up from the bed, blinking your hazy eyes open to look at the sight before you, the way she pulls you closer with the arm wrapped around your thigh, how deep she’s buried in your pussy as she works her own, the sounds of her wet cunt muffled through her jeans.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck—” you pant, needy sounds growing higher and higher in pitch as you watch her. You want to keep watching, want to sear the image of her fucking herself like this into your brain but your head falls back, back arching as you press up into her mouth.

“Gonna— Abby m’gonna fucking cum—”

“F-Fuck-- Yeah?” Abby groans, flicking her tongue over your sensitive clit. “Gonna cum on my fucking face, pretty girl?” She sucks your clit into her mouth, dragging her tongue over the bundle as you squeal and squirm underneath her.

You let go of your skirt, both hands coming to the back of Abby’s head as you tug on her hair, nails scratching against her scalp. You can’t tell if you’re trying to push her away or keep her there.

“I’m cumming—I’m cumming, I’m—” You mouth drops open, jaw slack as a loud moan spills from your lips. Your hips snap up, freezing in place as your thighs tremble, that coiling feeling in your gut snapping.

Abby groans, lapping hungrily at your cunt as you cum, swallowing everything you have to give her. Her hips twitch as she fucks herself, rocking against her hand as she works herself to the edge.

She’s relentless, suckling you and making borderline pornographic noises as she practically eats you alive. She pulls you closer, using that single arm wrapped around your thigh to bury herself deeper, nose coming back in grind against your throbbing clit.

That familiar feeling builds again, quicker and more intense than before.

“A-Abby you’re gonna—” Her tongue slides deep inside you, curling as she messily thrusts. “O-Oh fuck I’m gonna cum again—”

“Do it,” she murmurs, words slurring together as she fucks you, mind hazy and filled with nothing but your pussy against her face. “Need it so bad—"

Something bursts behind your eyes, white hot and all consuming. Your second orgasm shatters you, nothing but a long keening whine escaping your throat as you lock your thighs around Abby’s face, keeping her pressed so tight against your spasming cunt.

“Shit—I’m—” she gasps, a loud groan ripping from her throat as her own hips stutter, her orgasm rushing through her as she works you through your second, trapped between your thighs.

The muscles in your legs give out, thighs falling open and releasing Abby from where you were crushing her. You have to physically pull her away when it gets too much, when her tongue goes from being perfect and just what you need to overstimulating. “A-Abby… Too much…”

She parts from you with a groan, her wet cheek coated in a lewd mixture of her spit and your cum resting against your twitching thigh. She slips her hand out from her jeans, wiping her slick fingers on her inner thigh as her hips collapse down onto the truck bed.

You both lay there, catching your breath, the hand on your thigh rubbing soothing circles, your fingers gently massaging her scalp.

“That was…” You trail off, blinking your eyes open to look up at the stars. “I think you fucked the words out of me,” you giggle, smile growing as Abby laughs against your thigh, hiding her face against the flesh.

“Shit,” she sighs, laughter in her voice. “I really fucking needed that.”

You hum, raking your nails down her scalp. “Me too.”

♡ ︎♡ ︎♡

It takes you a bit to get situated again, gently cleaning each other up with the wipes you stashed deep in your bag, buttoning up jeans and pulling down skirts. Abby refuses to give you back your panties, keeping them buried in her back pocket for her to take home.

You’re sitting up against the truck cabin, back straight as Abby sits in front of you, letting you comb out and re-braid the hair that you messed up with your tugging and pulling. It’s nice, intimate, makes your heart pound wildly in your chest.

“There.” You finish tying off the end, letting the braid fall against her strong back. “You sure I wasn’t too rough?”

Abby snorts, leaning back to lay against your soft chest. You hook your chin over her shoulder, arms snaking around her middle. “Nah. You never are.”

You hum, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. “Just checking.”

The two of you sit there, basking in the post-orgasm glow as the sky glitters above you. The sex is always amazing, but this is your favourite part; where Abby is loose and happy, free with her affections. Where she welcomes your touches and kisses, offering them in return.

It’s so cruel of her.

A buzz from the corner of the truck bed, lower than the purr of the crickets hiding in the grass breaks the peaceful silence. You try your best to ignore it, to cling to Abby in this moment, but it buzzes again, then once more.

Abby sighs, leaning out of your grasp and over to her bag in the corner, rifling through it for her phone. She turns it on as she rests back against your chest.

“Who is it?” You ask, trying to be as casual as possible.

She sighs, locking the screen and dropping it face first onto the blanket next to you. “Owen. He’s been blowing up my phone all day.”

Your stomach drops, the taste of strawberry on your tongue souring at the mention of his name.

You can’t help but feel a bit guilty for your reaction, knowing that really, Owen isn’t that bad of a guy. You’ve met him a few times, and though it kills you to admit it, you enjoyed his company. Everyone does. He’s just… nice.

“What does he want?”

You know what he wants, what stage of the cycle you’re trapped in.

“He wants to meet up, grab coffee or something.” Her voice is even, though slightly softer than usual. She picks at one of the rips in her jeans, no longer looking at the sky.

“Oh.” You shift, clearing your throat. “Are you going to go?”

The muscles in her back tense against your chest. Her breathing stutters, just for a second, before she breaths out long and slow. Resigned.

“Yeah, probably.” Then quieter, so much so you almost don’t catch it, “I miss him.”

Your heart shrivels up in your chest, shame and embarrassment crushing you under its shared weight.

You know how this goes; it happens the same way every single time. But you usually get a bit more time than this, a few more chances to commit the feeling of her to memory before Owen convinces her to ‘meet up to talk’.

“Why?” You ask before you can stop yourself, too much emotion slipping through your voice. “Why do you keep going back to him?”

Abby just shrugs. “It’s easy. He’s… familiar. Safe.” She pauses, like she’s trying to think of things to say, reasons why it should be obvious. “My dad likes him.”

And that’s it. That’s everything she offers you, because she has nothing else to say.

She leans back, bringing a calloused hand up to cup your cheek. You subconsciously tilt into it, your body seeking out every single touch of hers that she so graciously offers you.

She leans in, lips brushing yours ever so softly. Genuine.

Final.

“Come on. Let’s get you home.”

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thatbuddie · 1 year ago

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after buck and eddie get together, eddie starts giving buck absentminded kisses all the time.

kiss on the forehead after he passes him his morning coffee. kiss on the cheek while buck is cooking dinner. kiss on the back of his hand as buck drives them to bobby’s house for a family bbq. kiss on top of his head while they cuddle watching a documentary. kiss on his shoulder while they sit on the station couch reading in between calls.

but buck’s favorite kisses? the ones edde blows him from a distance. when no one is looking during a call and they have to separate, buck doing evac and eddie treating some minor burns. when buck is pulling out of the their driveway to go meet maddie and jee for lunch and eddie sees him off from the front porch. during their family night out at the movies with chris in between them before the action film their son chose and they’re both probably going to hate begins.

every single blown kiss is always followed by eddie mouthing “i love you” at him, and every single time buck feels himself start to blush, the butterflies in his stomach staging a very chaotic and uncoordinated flash mob.

there’s something so exhilarating about knowing that no matter how close or far away they physically are eddie always wants to be kissing him. like eddie knows just as well as buck does that his lips were always meant to graze buck’s skin and leave behind goosebumps for hours to come.

even when they can’t see each other at all, buck knows eddie is thinking about it too because eddie does not go more than 3 hours without sending him little 😘 emojis. he doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t contextualize them because he doesn’t need to. it's just random 😘 throughout the day, scattered in between the rest of their texts.

buck [3:33pm]: got caught in traffic, chris and i will be there soon! eddie [3:33pm]: ok, hen and denny just arrived eddie [6:03pm]: 😘

eddie [11:27am]: can you write “chris dentist appointment” on the kitchen calendar for 10/17? buck [11:31am]: done! eddie [11:32am]: thanks, baby eddie [2:16pm]: 😘

buck [10:08am]: we also need eggs! buck [11:43am]: remind me to replace the lightbulb in chris’s bedside lamp eddie [1:14pm]: 😘 eddie [3:09pm]: your amazon package just arrived buck [3:09pm]: yaaaaaaay eddie [7:24pm]: 😘

eddie [6:02am]: 😘 eddie [8:56am]: 😘 eddie [9:07am]: 😘 eddie [12:31pm]: 😘 buck [3:17pm]: 😘😘😘

#buddie #911 #hey did you know eddie diaz is a fucking sap? because he is and when he and buck finally get together his sappiness grows exponentially #it just explodes!! and buck who is also a die-heart romantic just eats it up!!!! they're all about the kiss emojis and the hand holding an #post-it notes around the house and the flowers on a random sunday and the wearing shirts that match the other person's eyes and #the pictures in wallets and the slow dancing in the kitchen and the pet names and the feeding each other ice cream #everyone around them loves them and hates them so much. chris especially.#anyways sorry i woke up feeling some kind of way about them today wow

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nanaarchy · 1 year ago

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Hey chat !!!! I'm going insane.

Ever since my first listen to TMA, I've had a huge question that NEVER got answered.

Never. Not in the whole series, not Q&As or the wiki or anything. I thought I would never find answers. I thought it would be forgotten. I thought it was a small insignificant detail and I'd have to live with never knowing the truth about it.

Now with TMAGP 19, I might finally know the answer.

Maybe. Maybe maybe. But It Could Be. And now I'm losing my mind at the implications.

((For the record, I know that the stories and worldbuilding are inherently separate - hell, there are even timeline differences in the cases I'm using as evidence. But the overlap might be important, especially when it comes to the Web.))

Spoilers for both shows below!

Its branches were exquisite, and delicate, swaying slightly from small eddies in the liquid, and they shone with every spectra. I must confess that to look upon it, one was – (sigh) filled with profound wonder at its exquisite elegance. [...] Even I, steeped in worldly matters as I am, recognized The Lord’s words to Adam, and was much dismayed at the implication. Isaac then plucked the delicate fruit with ungloved hands and held it before me. [...] The creature was taking root. Strands of its mottled brown hair were extruding downwards between the floor, seeking the dark earth below. Then, too, its back began to sprout, radiant branches unfurling and thickening before me, reaching upwards towards the sunlight with a seemingly insatiable desire. [...] I tell you here, Robert, it saw me, and it knew me. (TMAGP 19 - HARD RESET)

It was an ornate wooden thing, with a snaking pattern of lines weaving their way around towards the centre. The pattern was hypnotic and shifted as I watched it, like an optical illusion. I found my eyes following the lines towards the middle of the table, where there was nothing but a small square hole. Graham noticed me staring, and told me that interesting antique furniture was one of his few true passions. Apparently he’d found the table in a second-hand shop during his student days and fallen in love with it. It had been in pretty bad shape but he’d spent a long time and a lot of money restoring it, though he’d never been able to figure out what was supposed to go in the centre. He assumed it was a separate piece and couldn’t track it down. (MAG 3 - ACROSS THE STREET)

Re: Magnus Institute Ruins. By RedCanary on Saturday April 23 2022 12:17pm. The photos from the spelunk seem properly gone, but I did find an old wooden thing with a bunch of similar symbols on. Some kinda empty box, not really sure what for, though. Gonna see if I can get the light right for a decent pic. Edit: No dice, I’m afraid. Must be something up with my phone camera. Really not helping the whole paranoia thing either. Anyone know anything about photographic distortion? Gonna see if I can borrow my dad’s SLR tomorrow. (TMAGP 1 - FIRST SHIFT)

Adelard Dekker stood in the corner. He was straight and motionless, his lips moving rapidly, though no sound came out of them. In the centre of the room, stood a table carved from dark wood and wrapped all over with a sprawling, intricate pattern. And in front of that table was the thing that had said it was my cousin. It was long and thin, the tops of it bent against the ceiling and its stick-like limbs flailed from too many joints and elbows. Wrapped around it were thick strands of what I think was spider’s web, stretching back into the table, which I now saw pulsed along its carved channels with a sickly light. The face at the top of that gangly frame was like nothing on earth. (MAG 78 - DISTANT COUSIN)

Now... Now I get it. I get it. I finally gave an answer. Or, at least, I think we'll get a concrete answer soon. But I think I get it.

I think I get where the web table comes from. I think I know what it's made of. why it glows. why it had a hole in the middle. I think I might know how the web gained control and sentience so much faster than the other fears. and, if it still manifests in the same way in the Protocol universe, how it also quickly became "the manager" of other fears, as theories suggest.

More importantly, I think I know what was up with the mysterious tree from so, so long ago.

Now I have an answer.

Why was there an apple buried in Hill Top Road?

I opened the box and sitting inside was a single green apple. It looked fresh, shiny, with a coat of condensation like it had just been picked on a cool spring morning. I picked it up. I wasn’t going to eat it, I’m not that stupid, but more than bleeding trees or phantom burning, this confused me. As I took it out of the box, though, it began to turn. The skin turned brown and bruised and started to shrivel in my hand. Then it split. And out came spiders. Dozens, hundreds of spiders erupting from this apple that was rotting right before my eyes. I shrieked and dropped it before any of them could touch my arm. The apple fell to the ground and burst in a cloud of dust. I backed away and waited until I was sure all the spiders had left before retrieving the box. I smashed it with a crowbar, and threw the remains into a skip. (MAG 8 - BURNED OUT)

And now I have an answer. Maybe.

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kj0ne · 7 months ago

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Lee Jeno fic recs

Glitter | F - @kyufessions

you walk in on your daughter giving your fiancé a makeover

All night long | F - @writemekpop

You’re pregnant, and the baby’s kicking makes it impossible to sleep. Luckily, Jeno knows just how to take care of you.

Cold BF jeno who only acts close to his GF | F - @vanesycho

Swiped | F - @strrykais

accidentally swiping right may not be as bad as you originally thought.. 🤔

FWB/Situationship with Biker!Jeno | F,A - @doively

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Crush culture | F,A - @lulujeno

liking jeno was a mistake. kissing him didn't make it any better.

BF Jeno in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

1-800-hot-n-fun | F - @strrykais

you couldn’t help but to continue to text your boyfriend who passed, so when his old number finally gets used, lee jeno can’t help but want you to continue to text him to help.

[Newly Added] For now and always | F,A? - @jenosonlywife23

[Newly Added] Your wounds wrapped with my love | F,A - @slytherinshua

[Newly Added] Hold my heart keep it safe | A - @slytherinshua

[Newly Added] 11:00Pm | F - @iovjun

[Newly Added] 7:19pm | F,A? - @gyeomsweetgyeom

[Newly Added] 6:17pm | F - @taurusdaylight

[Newly Added] Unspoken feelings | A? - @kiszjuli

Jeno gets in a fight at a dorm party because he just can’t stand hearing the way those jerks talk about you. he ends up right at your dorm reluctant to share the reason. the words he exits with leave the already brewing tension between you two even stronger.

[Newly Added] Pouting rights | F - @jenosonlywife23

[Newly Added] Fatherhood | F - @featjunranghae

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

when jeno's girlfriend left him to deal with fatherhood alone. he decided he'd never let anyone in his or his daughter's life. that was until he met you. his neighbour whom his daughter seemed to love way too much

[Newly Added] When the candles burn out | F,SG? - @daegall

Jeno Lee has everything he's wished for, except for you.

[Newly Added] Flying kiss | F,S - @withlovemark

you and lee jeno go way back, as in diapers and all that. before he was known as the chill fuckboy, he was an all time nerd! just like you! tired of being a loser who can’t even get the guy you wanted, you badly needed tips and a makeover. who’s better to ask for help than your childhood best friend, who has proven that a nerd can be hot?

#lee jeno #jeno imagines #jeno x reader #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #nct fic #nct recs

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dreaming-of-epiphanies · 17 days ago

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𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Welcome to my Tom Riddle masterlist! Here you will find the collection of oneshots and longfics I have written about him. I tend to write the most about him out of everything right now, so expect lots more to come!

Oneshots

Motivation - You're about to stop studying for the night when your academic rival Tom Riddle convinces you otherwise.

Love Bug - You enlist Tom for help killing a bug. The problem? Tom discovers he also dislikes said bug.

Summer Breeze - You and Tom enjoy a day reading by the Black Lake shortly after they've gotten together

academic rival!Tom Riddle headcanons - A series of headcanons about Tom Riddle as your academic rival

Hunger - The Slytherin gang does the "I'm so hungry I could eat..." tiktok trend, and Tom accidentally reveals his secret relationship with you in the process.

By the Lake - You and Tom are sitting by the Black Lake on a hot day when you go for an impromptu swim, pulling Tom in with you. Can be read as part 2 to Summer Breeze but also as a oneshot.

Multiple parts

Locked Out (part 1, part 2) - You and Tom get locked out of the common room one night, and things get tense and slightly risqué. Later, you get a chance to finish your unresolved business when locked in somewhere. (smut warning!)

New Year's Day (part 1, part 2) - After a drunken hookup with your academic rival Tom Riddle on New Year's Eve, you aren't sure where you and Tom stand. Then Tom decides to make it very clear. (smut warning!)

Kindred Spirits (part 1, part 2, part 3) - You and Tom are a team- even when it comes to making his Horcruxes. Slightly dark!reader (smut warning! in part 2)

Updated June 20th, 2025 4:17pm UTC

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shdysders · 1 year ago

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bruises

pairing: tara carpenter & female reader

summary: in which you've been ignoring tara, and she can't figure out why.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of abuse, violence & bruises.

Tara knew something was wrong the second you didn't answer her text she sent before she entered first period. You always answered.

You didn't share any classes except one that was held once a week, so she barely had time to search you up in between the periods. In fact, she wasn't sure you had shown up to school at all.

Mindy had told her she had seen a glimpse of you during lunch, but nothing more than that.

Tara had excepted for everything to go back to normal when late evening arrived, but that was not the case.

She had been laying sprawled out on her bed for hours, ever since she had eaten dinner with Sam. Waiting for you to come knocking on her window, like you did every night.

You and Tara had agreed for you to sneak in through the window any time you visited, which was mainly because Sam would freak out if she knew Tara was seeing someone she hadn't met properly. But she had to keep you away from her older sister, Sam would scare you away.

You would pass by her window almost every night, and when you couldn't make it, you would text Tara and tell her that you were unable to come. But you hadn't texted her today, which made her believe that you were coming by.

Tara sighed as she checked the time on her phone, it was almost midnight.

tara <3 (11:14pm): are u not coming?

She longly stared at her phone screen after she had seen it, bottom lip trapped between her teeth, hoping for the writing bubbles to appear. But when two minutes passed of just staring without any response, she groaned loudly in frustration, throwing the phone to the end of her bed.

However when her phone hit the mattress, a notification popped up, making her snatch it back in her hands. A small smile appearing on her face when she saw your name on it.

you <33 (11:17pm) no not today. sorry. i love you <3

The text made Tara feel disappointed and frustrated at the same time, the smile dropping quickly. She hadn't expected for you to show up considering the late time of the day, but a part of her thought you would at least give her an explanation on why you didn't come.

The night passed quickly and before she knew it, Tara was in class again. All her mind and worry focused on you.

By the time she had arrived home and had yet another dinner with Sam that was filled with questions about everything and everyone, she had sent you over a dozen of text messages.

You on the other hand, had only sent one. Stating that you were sick, and that's why you hadn't showed up to school. But Tara had a feeling that wasn't the only reason to it, maybe not the reason at all.

You had been sick multiple times during your relationship, and when you were you didn't tend to ignore her messages nor did you respond with short and dry sentences.

She knew something was wrong, but she knew better than to go to your house.

Your dad was a very violent person, and had been ever since your mother passed away a few years back. You had told Tara that he hadn't always been like that, he had been a great loving father before the tragic death of your mother. But instead of a therapist or mental help, he turned to alcohol. Which was the main cause for his violence.

He had threatened you with it multiple times, lashing out at you for doing the slightest things wrong. You had gotten used to it, but his loud voice and harsh tone always seemed to scare you.

That's why Tara didn't go to your house. She had tried before, when she planned to surprise you for your birthday last year. But she didn't even get a chance to knock on your window before she could see your figure squeezed into a corner, knees pressed up to your chest as your hands covered your ears. Your father was standing in front of you, screaming so loudly that Tara could hear is voice through the glass of the window, however she couldn't comprehend the words.

The next day Tara had told you about what she saw. You had brushed it off, telling her you were just being dramatic. However you did tell her that she probably shouldn't come over to your house, so you guys stuck with the idea of you sneaking through her window, and not the other way around.

After the day you had brushed it all off so smoothly, Tara thought she would never hear anything more about your father, or how your home life was. But she was wrong.

Because you told her everything that happened in your house. You told her what had happened, why it happened, and how it had happened.

There was multiple nights where you would cry into her chest, venting to her about all kinds of feelings.

Tara wished dearly that there was something she could do to fix it. But she there wasn't. She couldn't offer you to stay with her and Sam, and she didn't have enough money to buy herself her own apartment for the two of you; also because Sam wouldn't allow it.

All she could do was call the police or protective authorities, but when she had suggested the idea to you, you panicked and straightly begged her not to do that. You told her everything would get worse and that nobody would believe her if she did. So she didn't, even tho she strongly felt the need to.

There was nothing she could do, same as now. She couldn't come to your house nor tell Sam about her worries when it came to you.

Even though she knew the consequences that were about to occur, her worry got the best of her, which led to her taking the risk anyway.

She knew you weren't sick. Something was wrong, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

She climbed out of her own window, not caring for the heights or the way Sam would probably spank her if she found out she had snuck out. She needed to know why you were ignoring her.

It was a rather long walk to your house, considering the fact that Tara lived in the center of New York, meanwhile you lived a bit further outside the town.

After twenty minutes of walking she had finally managed to reach your house. With no remorse or hesitation she started to climb up the branches of the small tree just inches away from your window. Letting out a few grunts and sighs as all kinds of branches scratched her in the face.

When she reached the window, the only thing her eyes searched for was you. Which she immediately found the second she looked into the glass. Your figure was laying on your bed, eyes carefully scanning on the book you held in your hands.

She almost felt bad when she gently knocked on the window, you looked so peaceful. But your attention quickly shifted to the window as the sound of knocking filled the room.

You were quick to jump to your feet, approaching the window with a body filled with hesitation. Tara tried to shoot you a smile before you carefully opened the window, but she didn't get one in return.

When the window was open, you made sure to offer Tara your hand to pull her inside, which she happily accepted without any sort of uncertainty.

She didn't have a chance to look at your face until she had landed inside and finished wiping her hands on her jeans; brushing off any sort of tree detritus that had stuck to her hands while climbing. But when she did see your face, she immediately felt her mouth open in shock.

A massive black bruise covered your left eye, the eye itself was swollen and the bruise almost reached down to your cheekbone. Your lip was cut open, swollen as well.

"Y/n." Tara spoke softly voice laced with worry, trying to grasp your shoulder, but she only made it halfway before you pulled away.

You had completely forgotten about the huge difference in your face when you saw Tara in the window. She had that affect on you; making you forget about everything bad around you.

But when you saw her shocked stare and open mouth, you began to panic, being quick to turn around to face the wall, covering your whole face with your two hands.

"God.. Tara." You spoke shakily, feeling tears beginning to form around your eyes.

"Y/n.." She repeated, carefully walking towards you, but stopped moving when she heard your shaky voice beginning to speak again.

"Tara I just..I don't want you to look at me right now.." You let out a sob, you're right hand falling from your face, revealing the eye that was not bruised. "It's really ugly.." You sobbed again.

Tara lightly grabbed both of your arms, bringing you closer to her so she could gently put her forehead against yours, trying to encourage you to look into her eyes. But when she noticed you didn't and could just see the tears that slowly ran down your cheeks, she spoke up, feeling nothing but guilt and worry in her body.

"There's no one else I wanna look at.." She comforted, her hands carefully finding a place in your hair.

At that you slowly dragged your left hand down your face, revealing the dark bruise formed around your beautiful eye.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." She spoke up again, making your lips form into a pout as you tried to take in the whole situation.

Tara didn't hesitate before pulling you into a warm embrace, whispering apologies into your ear, not because she weren't there, but because she knew there was nothing she could do to stop this.

But you didn't care. As long as you had your Tara, you knew that you were okay.

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #vada cavell x reader #wednesday addams x reader #mabel x reader

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xanderthelostboy · 2 years ago

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Yautja X Male!Scientist!Reader

[I’m using Wolf as the Yautja and this doesn’t follow the story in any way. If any facts are wrong, ignore it because I last watched the predator films at least three years ago. Can be read as GN!Reader.]

Summary: When the group of Yautja boarded your crews ship amongst the many stars of Galactica Primara, it was intended as a visit of a coming assistance. Gathered in the mess hall, partially converted for your human captain to present to the Yautja, he speaks of testing new subjects. They’re interested, so you get a visit, though you aren’t too worried. That is, until you realise just how attracted to one in particular you are…

You sigh, eyes closing for a moment as bitter disappointment sighs on you. The movements on the slide to the microscopes had slowly stopped and you find yourself reaching for the tape recorder once more. The rubber gloves squeaking against its plastic, you speak close to the microphone, an edge to your voice that follows a wasted sample.

“Test subject B57: Failed. Presumable death over the temperature and humidity. Resuming tests at 0800 hours on Friday 13, April, 2029. This is (y/n) signing out.”

You place the recorder down and, grabbing each edge of the gloves, you strip them from your skin and place them in the nearly overflowing bin beside you. Taking a few minutes to discard of the sample and disinfect everything, you look at your work station, slightly less annoyed now that it’s clean and tidy.

A loud beep sounds out, making you jump for a moment before you realise that it’s your personal communication cell that’s alerting you to an incoming message. Soon enough, the face of your second in command appears, as stern as ever. A grin tugs at your face, always tempted to rile up the easily angered man. It’s just too funny. Yet, today, he seems in brighter spirits so you wait to hear what he has to tell you.

“Ah Dr. (L/n)… finally. The message to the Yautja tribe was successful and their ship is inbound, ETA 3 minutes.”

You can’t help the genuine smile that pulls at your lips, knowing that it was a long-awaited meeting that had every higher up in floods of excitement.

“Congrats. If you need anything, you know I’ll be here. I’d rather stay out of the way and let you all deal with this,”

You gesture vaguely.

“and I’ll start a few other tests. B57 was a failure so I’ll be moving to C14 and going back to B tomorrow.”

All he does is nod before someone seems to shout him, his head snapping in the other direction before giving you a quick nod. Before you know it, the comms have been severed and you are left alone once more. Shrugging, it’s soon realised that the alien tribe must have arrived and you understand that they’re much more important than a time-wasting conversation.

Removing another pair of gloves from the packet, you put them on and ready up a new sample of an unknown organism, readying your scalpels and tweezers in order to soon pick apart the cell matter and individually study it. Placing the microphone of your recorder up to your mouth, you press at the button on the side. “Subject C14 test begins. Friday 12, April 2029. Time is currently 5:46pm.”

You don’t know how long has passed, only that the number of unseen messages from your commander on your comms has grown over the time. Only once the new source of matter has failed, as you had expected, you find yourself looking through the ignored remarks.

‘They want to look through your lab, is that alright?’ 5:59pm

‘Hello?’ 6:12pm

‘Y/n, they’re curious about the tests you do. Please?’ 6:17pm

Wincing while you read them, you deftly remove your gloves and shoot a response back hoping that, over the course of 39 minutes, you hadn’t majorly screwed up.

‘Should’ve called, was busy with tests. You can come by now if you’d like?’

Deciding to wait for the response, you don’t receive one, even after you’ve seen that he had read it. Once this is noticed, your heart rate increases, realising that speaking to your superior in such a way may not be the smartest idea. That is, until, there’s a knock at your door.

(A steel door that was only provided after you threw a fit about having dangerous subjects in an easily contaminated space. The crew didn’t care about the tests or the safety, they just wanted you to leave them alone so you finally got what you wanted.)

After checking yourself over, smoothing down your lab coat and making sure your hair wasn’t askew, your hand finds the automated doorway and it opens.

For all of your mind, the wish that you could’ve hid your reaction is high. Seeing a Yautja in a dark grey mask shouldn’t affect you in such a way, and you definitely shouldn’t be thinking what you are… The way your eyes widen slightly, not from fear but from curiosity and the way your breath catches in your throat, something they could definitely hear… it makes you flush slightly. Taking a breath, you look at your commander, nodding slightly before turning to the Yautja. Dark grey mask watches you with a tilted head and once it notices your gaze on it, his head snaps to look in the other direction.

Never had you believed an alien race to show such a predominantly human trait as embarrassment. It’s almost… cute? Shaking your head, you rid yourself of the thoughts and focus on the three in front of you.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I assume you have translators?”

The largest one nods, it’s mask a light, titanium coloured grey and you smile slightly, hovering in the doorway. There’s one beside him, looking away and down, his posture slanted as if not wanting to be notice, this one’s mask is a darker grey. The others mask is black. These men… these creatures, surely they know basic rules of a lab. You sigh, shaking your head and addressing each one in turn.

“Please, don’t touch anything. And if your curious, ask. I’m Y/n, by the way.”

Flashing a smile at the unknown aliens seems out of place but you do so anyway, stepping back and allowing them into your space. One of them stops at the doorway, a darker grey mask on, watching you with great interest. A few clicks and trills catch your attention but, as the others don’t react, you don’t either. You watch back, curious as to who will break the eye contact first. He - would it be right to call it a he? - tilts his head slightly before stepping into the lab, following the others. It takes you a moment to notice your commander left but, oddly enough, you felt safe with the Yautja group. A few sharp clicks grab your attention and you turn to the light grey masked one, wondering about it’s attention grabbing sounds.

“This?”

A raspy and distorted voice comes from the mask, the creature pointing at one of your experiments. You can’t help the appreciation that paints your face as you step over, closer than most humans would feel comfortable, and begin explaining the intricacies. Throughout your speech, you feel eyes on you and, as you are seeing two of them looking at your experiments, there’s only one left to be doing so. Without breaking sentence, you turn to look at him and grin as you see him whip his head away in a tense, feigned interest in a sheet of paper… a blank sheet of paper. A slight laugh escapes you, only for him to look back, shoulders visibly dropping into relaxation. A quick smile is flashed his way and, believing you could trust the Yautja, you turn your back to continue your explanation.

You’d barely finished explaining what each component did, the two Yautja painfully invested in your words, when a quiet screech echoes through the metal room. The three of you turn to the last of their group, a hand in front of their greyed mask and a light green blood like substance sliding from their finger. Your frown, walking over quickly and finding he had touched one of the alien blades you had been studying earlier. “Are you alright?”

You can’t disguise the concern in your voice as you walk over, hesitating to touch him. Though, when he doesn’t pull away, you gently take his hand and inspect the wound. Hearing a few clicks and trills no longer bothers you, understanding it’s the same as humans humming or making basic noise. You look up at him, noticing that he hadn’t followed your one rule and has touched something. Shaking your head, the Yautja stills, watching you with interest.

“Silly Yautja.”

Though the words are said with amusement, there’s an underlying tone of worry and care. It makes the yautjas stare and stand as if petrified by Medusa herself. You continue to mutter to yourself, finding a bandage and wrapping up the bleeding cut. He tilts his head as you do so and when your ministration have been completed, he flexes his hand, only to look at you with a deep interest.

“Wolf.”

The deep growl comes from the one in front of you and you can easily tell what he had said. Though in the context it confused you.

“Sorry?”

It gestures to itself, repeating the word. After a moment you nod, smiling softly.

“Wolf? That’s your name?”

He nods, hesitating for a mere moment before tapping his bandage then on your chest, where your heart should be. It was easy enough to guess what he had meant, knowing that the courtesy of thanks had been passed throughout the galaxy. Smiling at him, you nod, tapping your own chest then his in turn. This seems to make him rumble quietly, an appreciative sound that vibrates through your bones as you touch his skin gently.

A quiet hum comes from behind and you jump, realising that you had enacted such an intimate (to their species, at least) moment in front of his clan mates. A light flush takes over your face as you pull away but Wolf lightly places his hands over yours, keeping you skin to skin with him. You bow your head slightly, aware that in may alien species, it was a sign of respect. It seems to be accurate as he gives another quiet rumble.

You find yourself wanting to hear that more and you stop yourself in your tracks. How could you fall for an alien race? It just wasn’t normal and shouldn’t happen… but he is cute. And you just know that behind the mask, he’ll still be better than the humans on this ship.

“Y/n.”

At the direct address, your head snaps up and you pull away from Wolf, much to the Yautjas displeasure. Your captain stands in the doorway, a slightly confused expression present yet he seems to shrug it off quickly.

“Whatever. The others say it’s time to leave and they are gathering in the common. So say goodbye to your… acquaintances.”

He watches you for a moment more and walks off, shaking his head with an amused chuckle. Turning away, you look back to the three Yautja and smile.

“I’ll walk you back?”

All eyes are on Wolf as he nods and clicks quietly, head tilted. The other two lead ahead and you walk with him, watching as he barely makes a sound, the hunter genes shining through. It interests you and, as your gaze becomes more focused, his body becomes more tense.

“You’re beautiful.”

You speak as if reading off facts from a list, stating it in such an obvious way that his mind stutterers for a second, causing his head to snap to your gaze in such a way that you don’t need to see him to wonder what he’s thinking.

“I mean, I love your mask and I can’t help but wonder what’s behind it. I bet you look cool. And your skin is gorgeous, like a snake, not to mention these claws!”

Your hand is in his, bringing them both up so you can trace a gentle finger across each of his sharp talons. He doesn’t pull away, relishing in the contact of such soft, warm skin and in such an innocently romantic way. Your eyes meet the ones of his mask and they shine, a bright smile filling your face.

“I hope we can communicate soon. Perhaps you all wish to come back and look around some more?”

The two of you are stood in the lobby, the other Yautja waiting by the ships entrance for him with a few warning growls and clicks following. Wolf nods, tapping his heart with his free hand and then tapping over yours. Though you don’t speak in such a language, you understand the meaning well enough, given the context. As you,let go of him, a sad smile paints your face.

“I hope you all return safely. We will welcome you back soon. Goodbye.”

The doors shut and you hold onto the fact he looked at you till the very last moment, you hold it with all your heart.

When you get back to your lab, you begin to tidy away the papers and left over rubbish that you had forgotten to put away only for something to catch your eye. Something that hadn’t been there before. Something as a… gift?

A pristine, off-white skull of a seemingly alien creature had been positioned carefully on the side of your desk and you find yourself smiling as you realise that was where Wolf had been stood. Though you had never been in contact with the race before, the message of such a gift was clear enough and you find yourself awaiting the next visit.

As for the skull, you place it on your emptied ledge over your desk. After all, there had to be plenty of space for the rest of the courting gifts, right?

#Predator #predator x reader #yautja x reader #yautja x male reader #yautja x human #predator x human #predator x male reader #x male reader #reader #male reader #x reader

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