parings - jennaortega x fem!reader
summary - jenna loves to praise you, and you love to do anything she asks. unfortunately, a guy tried to get in between that…
warnings - m e n, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, sixty-nine, praising, r being a downright simp
an - hey guys !
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pairing: tara carpenter x reader
warning: top tara, fingering, jealous tara, mommy kink, quinn has a thing for reader, reader is a bit oblivious until she’s not, face slapping, verbal humiliation, bathroom sex, halloween party, finger sucking
summary: when quinn asks you out on a date, you agree - not realizing it’s a date. tara isn’t happy, but knows she needs to remind you that you’re hers and only hers.
request: Could you write a top!Tara fic where she gets jealous seeing another girl flirting with her gf and Tara reminds who her gf belongs to?
scream prompt list. Uh 24 with Tara x female reader?
‘’Is this okay?“ ‘’It’s more than okay.’’
Warnings: smut, scissoring,
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Tara's eyebrows were pulled together in concentration, trying to get the movement right. ‘’Is this okay?’’
A sigh of pleasure left your lips. ‘’It’s more than okay,’’ you assured her, caressing her thigh as she experimentally rubbed her wet pussy with yours.
It was her first time being on top and Tara was nervous. She didn’t want to be bad at sex and make the experience unsatisfying for you. She asked you a bunch of questions and took mental notes, as if it was a test she had to study for instead of just pleasure.
She was so cute.
‘’It doesn't feel the same as when you do it,’’ she said frustratedly, one of her legs looped over one of your spread ones as she grinded down again. ‘’I mean, it does feel good, but it's not...you know what I mean.’’
SYNOPSIS . . . just a threesome with g!p hana and kiriko MINORS DNI . . . afab reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, fingering, masturbation, face sitting, cunnilingus, hana might or might not have a cock, so g!p hana, kiriko is so sweet,
wc ; 336
MOSS' NOTES . . . this is very sloppy but moss has no real motivation to finish it, have the few words they whipped up already
+18 MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT
Warnings: NSFW themes, Over stimulation, Primal Play, shibari, Bimbofication, Cockwarming, use of pet names, exobitionism, knife play, light blood play, somnophilia, power play, findom, mind breaking, mommy kink, size kink/size queen
A/N:there are sixteen women on the roster, I am splitting this into two parts.
Includes: Widowmaker, Ashe, D.Ava, Kiriko, Junker Queen, Moira, Mercy, and Pharah
Summary: R deals with RJ, Lorraine gets jealous
Word Count: 3.8K
Warnings: +18 NSFW, smut, language, tiniest little bit of blood and physical violence
A/N: Turns out jet lag is cool because you can wake up at 4AM and start writing again. The headcanons from yesterday helped me break through the writers block, thank you guys!! Let me know what you guys want to see next!
Hey loves! Hope you’re well <3 Just a little fic, I got the idea at 4am LOLLL, it’s my first time writing smut, and angst so I’m so so sorry if it’s bad 😭, but I do hope you guys enjoy, maybe I’ll write a part 2 if you guys enjoy these enough. The fic was also inspired by two songs, Fire and Desire - Drake and Wish You Were Sober - Conan Gray, two different genres of music but I love both songs soooo, which is also one of the reasons why I named the fic “Fire and Desire.” Sorry about the angst in advance hehe.
If you would like to be apart of a taglist so you know if or when I drop PT2, comment down below too!!
Anyways sit back, relax (well maybe not after reading the angst LOL SORRY), and enjoy the fic!! <3 J
Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader
Warnings: SMUT (sex, fingering, eating out, dirty talk), ANGST!!
This fic is STRICTLY 18+, as it involves adult themes, minors DNI, you are responsible for your own social media intake, which includes reading entertainment which this fic falls under, so one last warning- this fic is 18+. Thank you!
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Her body was my altar where I laid my hands on her sacred space, my body is her holy grail where my oceans is her gift to behold.
If the stars ever aligned for anybody, they aligned for you, for you and Jenna that is. Two naïve women who sought love and lust but could never tell the difference. Jenna was your co-star in a yet to be released romance movie “The Language of Love,” and to your delight, you were each other’s love interest, beforehand, you hate to admit it, but you did have a slight crush on Jenna, I mean, who wouldn’t? You never sought after it though, it was just a silly celebrity crush. Or so you thought, Jenna took a liking to you quickly and the connection you guys developed spread like wildfire, it was like you knew her in another dimension. Of-course, you being you developed feelings, love, or lust? You could never tell the difference, but the stars were aligned for you remember? Jenna felt the same, the only thing is she felt lust, she had an intense desire for you, for your sanction, but most importantly, for your soul. And this intense desire for your soul is why you couldn’t tell if what you guys had was love or lust. Lust. It became lust quick, maybe it was wrong because you wanted more but you had to keep her, you had to have her, and she had to have you. So, you guys did, friends with benefits that is.
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“Fuck y/n… you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” Jenna breathes, hot, upon your skin.
She sat on top of your lap; you were seated on the couch, she had control, you were taller and bigger than her, but during sex she had power, a power so strong she made you feel small, she was a goddess, and you were just a worshiper.
“Y-yes” you panted, you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed her in you. You escape the grasp of her hands that was holding your wrists down beside you and grab a hold of your cheeks pulling her into your taste, she tasted sweet with a hint of salt from the lone sweat that squeezed through gaps onto your tongue, your tongues fighting for power turned into delightful dancing, both organs swaying with each other.
“Fuck, Jenna, I need you in me.” You pleaded.
“Not that easy, amor, be a good girl and beg, beg for me or I leave.”
You scoff, looking her up and down, at the same time calling her bluff.
“Well okay, if that’s what you want.” Jenna kisses your sweaty forehead and hops off your lap, as she starts to walk away you grab her wrist.
“No wait, Jen, please stay.” Staring to beg.
She walks slowly towards you, enticing you with every step she takes closer. Knowing she wants more, you keep going.
“Jenna Marie Ortega, I’ve never needed someone so bad, your heat is what I want upon my body, the taste of your tongue is my craving, you run through my mind like a marathon and if anyone could read my mind, they’d think I’m insane, please baby, I need you, I need you inside of me.” You begged.
You begged and she provided.
“My good girl. Your wish is my command.”
She sat on top of you once more and spread your legs wide, allowing yourself to welcome her in, you laid soft kisses on her neck as she traced her slender cold digits on your folds, making you whimper.
“Patience is a virtue, baby.” She states.
You keep placing soft baby kisses upon her skin, with tracks of your cherry flavoured ChapStick running from her collarbones to the edge of her jawline and your most favourite, her neck. And without warning, she dives in, propelling her ring and middle finger into you with exertion, making you buck your hips and
“Fuck, Jen, you feel so good.” You praised.
“Yeah? You like that don’t you, y/n?” She continues, using a come-hither motion, reaching your g-spot every time, with every stroke, your moans grew in decibels. Your ocean lubricates her fingers, making her ease into you even more, your insides pulsate with heat, grasping her as she continues, and for the cherry on top she placed her thumb on your throbbing clit, making you gasp.
“Mhmh, Buena niña, that’s it, keep moaning, I know you’re close.”
She was right, you were close, your sinuses opened, your muscles tensed preparing for your orgasm.
“Jenna, oh my God, please, I need to cum, keep going.” You begged.
“That’s my little slut.” She praised. “Say my name, y/n.”
“Jenna, please. Jenna, Fuck.”
“Nope, wrong name.”
“Mommy, fuck, please, let me cum.”
“When I get to 1, hold it in for me, baby. “
“Mommy.” You pleaded.
“5.” She quickens her pace; how could you hold it in till 1?
“4.” She slows down her thumb, making sure to get every angle of your clit, you have to hold it in, you can’t cum before 1.
“3.” She sticks her tongue down your throat, taking her soft organ in.
“2.”
This is it.
“You got this baby, nearly there, say my name, my actual one. 1.”
Your orgasm crashes into you like a semi-truck, making your legs shake that she bounces up and down.
“FUCKKK, Jenna, fuck.” You praised and panted at the same time.
She giggles, and kisses your forehead, slowing down her pace, helping you ride out the high. Once your muscles relax and she hears you gasp for air, she takes her fingers out of you and runs your slick along your jaw and over your mouth, before she places it into her own, licking every bit of you off, but she missed a spot, your mouth. She giggles even more and goes in for a kiss.
“You were so good, baby.” You praised her more.
“Always for you.”
She sits next to you and caresses your hand, waiting for both of you to catch your breath so aftercare can take place. But you had other plans. You couldn’t let her have all the fun tonight. So, without warning, you tower over her and grab her neck, each finger found its place around her body part.
“My turn.” You snicker, she licks her lips and bites it making a soft tut sound, knowing she’ll be in for a ride. Your tongue glides in her mouth, allowing her to take you in, that doesn’t last long as you glide your tongue down her neck, licking her every flavour, slowly making your way down to her abdomen where you spread her legs wide open so your tongue can meet with her clit. You lay your tongue flat on her tongue, making her gasp with delight.
“Yes, y/n, you feel so good.” She praises you, making your heart beat faster.
You flick your tongue up, making her jerk with excitement. “Fuck, yes, keep going.” She urges, now her turn to beg, allowing your hunger for her to grow stronger. You feel a warm slick coat your chin.
“Hmph, you’re wet already? How pathetic.” You tease.
You continue to suck on her clit, taking her in with fire and desire, with every suck, her moans deepen, her speech stutters, rendering her speechless with every move you make.
“Shit, baby, I’m close.” She exclaims.
“Already?” You speak with pride.
“Your performance last round had me riled up, but anyways, keep going, don’t stop.”
You leave her pulsating and wet clit, her being so wet, her juices spread to your tongue. You make your way to her entrance; she welcomes you in by pushing your head closer to her pussy entrance.
You tease her more, “patience is a virtue.”
“Baby, please, I’m so close.” She exclaims, while grabbing your hair, the sting hurts so good. You stick your tongue in, going in and out while devouring her juices and folds, sucking with every might you have. She likes it, loves it. Her pulling gets harder and harder, as you go down on her harder and harder.
“Fuck, yes, right there.”
And with one final insert, you hook your tongue up, hitting her g-spot.
“OH MY GOD Y/N, YES, FUCK.”
You kiss her pussy, helping her ride out the orgasm, as she did you.
As you both sit up, both of you guys start laughing,
“hahaha, fuck what a night.”
“I agree, I’m so glad you came over.”
“Always, for you.” You stood up throwing on your sweats, the same ones, Jenna eagerly tore off when the night started, you head towards the kitchen and grab two waters and a few snacks.
“Here, love, drink and eat up.”
“Thank you, amor.” She reaches out for you, taking you in so your head rests upon her chest, hearing her heart beat with might.
Your heart matches hers, well to be fair, she has yours, but did you have hers?
“Jen?”
“Yes, love?”
“You’re so beautiful, you know that.”
She smiles, “I made you cum that good? Haha, you’re beautiful too.” She says back, kissing your forehead.
“Well, I should probably go, early day tomorrow.” She says to you, while sitting up.
“Wait Jen, why don’t you stay the night?”
“That’s nice of you, love, but you know I can’t”.
“You know,” you start, about to take a very big leap and confess your love to her. “If we were to make us official, we wouldn’t have to hide and sneak around.”
With an apologetic gaze, she furrows her eyebrows and looks down at her feet.
“What?” She questions.
“Us, official, no one occupies my heart but you.”
“Y/n… You’re a great friend, and I love you so so so much, but we can’t, I’m sorry.”
She scrambles for her bag and starts heading towards the door, she turns the handle and as you hear the click, she turns back at you.
“We’re just sex y/n.”
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It’s been a week since your unrequited love mishap and not even an ‘I’m sorry from her’, work has been awkward, you’re an actress and so is Jenna, so hiding the way you both truly feel was an ease, feeling the sorrow was another thing, the only contact you and her made was during scenes, however, it didn’t help that you’re each other’s love interests. But lucky for you, it’s Friday, meaning you could wallow in self-pity for the entire weekend, you know you should try to get over her but when the stars aligned for you, how could you get over her?
That night, after drowning your sorrows in pistachio ice cream a bunch load of gummy candy, chips, and takeout, accompanied by a Twilight marathon. Just before you call it a night, you hear 3 loud knocks, who could be at your door at nearly 2am in the morning? With caution, because you weren’t expecting anyone, when your sight aligns with the peep hole, your heart and stomach drops. Jenna. Confusion takes over you, what was Jenna doing at your apartment at 2am? She didn’t text you either, you see a mixture of rain and sweat on her forehead with loose pieces of hair sticking to her, making you giggle. You open the door.
“Jenna? What’re you doing here.”
“Hi, hi.” She says shivering, her arms hugging herself, to keep herself warm, her leather jacket wasn’t doing the job.
“Oh, yes, sorry, come in, I’ll get you a blanket.”
She takes a step in and takes off her wet shoes and stumbles her way towards your couch. You on the other hand make your way towards the guest bedroom and grab a spare blanket from the dresser, too occupied to see her stumbling. You make your way towards her and wrap her in the blanket.
“Jen, are you okay? What’re you doing here?”
“Hmmm,” she smiles and leans towards your shoulder, “I miss you y/n, baby.” She slurs.
You scrunch your eyebrows as your realisation sets in, “Jen, are you drunk?”
“Mhmhm, what a detective you are.”
“Love, are you okay? How’d you get here?” You raise your concern.
“Yesssss, duhhhhhh, and UUUUUBERRRRRRR, c’mon baby. I was at the local bar, and the bartender was my therapist, and as each second lingered, the thought of-.” You see her cheeks inflate, that’s not good. You know that sign all too well.
“Oh! Jen here, let’s get you to the bathroom.”
“No, I’m fine.” She assures.
“Okay, fine, but here drink some water and eat something.”
“You’re too good to me y/n. I don’t deserve you, anyway, the thought of you grew strongerrrrrrrrr.”
Your heart races, does she know what she’s telling me? You try to brush it off, but your heart grew stronger and the blood in your cheeks rises, making you heat up and your cheeks blush. When you thought she couldn’t make you blush even more, she grabs your face, bringing you an inch away from hers, you can feel her breath and hear her breathing.
“Y/n, I’m sorry for what I said, I-I was just scared, I love you.”
With those three words, you were sure your heart stopped.
“Jen…”
“Shh don’t speak, just kiss me.”
“No, baby, I can’t, you’re drunk.”
“Boooooo, I miss your lips, but like you said, my heart is yours, and yours only, the love I have only speaks your name and the stars aligned for us that day, no soul could compare to yours, the one that fulfills mine.”
You were silent. So silent, you swear your quickening heart beat filled the room.
“Y/n, say something, please.”
“Jen,” you pause, “you don’t mean that, we’re just sex, remember?” You see the light in her eyes sadden, you feel sorry for reminding her, but to be fair, she broke your heart first. “Come here.” You embrace her and provide her with comfort, her scent was heaven, like a vanilla soft serve or freshly baked cookies. She kisses your neck, with her soft plump lips, that alone had you weak in the knees, that alone nearly made you fold, that alone brought your sorrows back knowing she’s drunk and doesn’t mean what she’s saying, it’s just her guilt talking. You keep repeating. You feel her head relax, which means she fell asleep, you giggle, lifting her up and you make your way towards your bedroom, placing her down gently, taking off her jacket and placing your hoodie on her, which was always too big for her. You place a water bottle on the side table and some snacks, in case she got hungry or thirsty, which is a guarantee when drunk. You take a deep breath and take her beauty in, no words could exult her beauty, as you turn away you hear her mumble,
“Y/n, stay.”
As much as you want to, you know you can’t, you couldn’t, she wouldn’t remember tonight and she can’t wake up confused in your bed with you right next to her, God, what would she think then?
“Goodnight, amor, sleep tight.”
And with that, you leave your room with a heavy heart, you take another deep breath and with that, you pass out on your couch.
When you woke, you take a second to remember the events of last night, lucky for you, Jenna wasn’t awake yet, so you decide to make some breakfast for the two of you, preparing yourself for any awkwardness that will ensue. You whip up waffles, eggs with spinach, bacon, and some chicken tenders to go with the waffles and a cantaloupe smoothie.
When Jenna woke, she had a raging headache, no shit, she drank so much last night it could knock a few people out but despite her small stature, she was no light weight. However, there was one feeling that ached her, that was worse than the headache, despair, regret, sorrow, every connotation, she felt it, the smell of sweet cinnamon and savoury bacon calmed her down, knowing it was in your nature to do this for her, it felt like home, maybe this is home, but she shakes the feeling away as embarrassment seeps in. Fuck. What did I do, what am I doing here.
As you set the food out onto the table she walks out of the room and glances at you with a soft smile.
“Morning,” she says softly.
“Morning, Jen, uh, here have some food, and there’s Panadol in the cabinet for your headache, I know you have one.” Taking a soft hit at her.
She couldn’t help but giggle, she knows you know her too well, and she knows you too well as well, she knows you were watching Twilight despite it not being on when she stumbled into your living room.
“Uh, look, y/n.”
That’s not good, last time she said that she was rejecting your love, but either way you brace yourself for what’s about to happen.
“Thank you for all this, I really do appreciate it, but.”
“I know.” You cut her off. By now, you don’t know what takes a hold of you, but you don’t stop speaking.
“We’re just sex, well we were just sex, I don’t know what we are anymore Jen, you haven’t spoken to me this entire week.”
“Only because you’ve been avoiding me y/n.” She stabs back.
“And whose fault is that?” Instant regret sets in. You see her eyes water. Fuck.
“I don’t even know why I came here; it was a mistake.” She exclaims in monotone voice.
“Well,” you keep going, omg, y/n shut up, before you make this worse. “Let me remind you, you come to me, unannounced, drunk, and a mess, the first time we’ve properly talked in a week, and you pour your heart out, telling me how much you love me and how your love is only meant for me.” You try your hardest to keep the tears in, but Jenna? Tears were rolling down her face.
She sniffles, “yeah, okay, you know what? I shouldn’t have come here, I shouldn’t have said those things, I don’t even know why I did, I DIDN’T MEAN IT.” She raises her voice, making your heartstrings snap.
“What?” You quiver.
“Yeah, that’s right, I never meant a single thing, my love isn’t yours, I. AM. NOT. YOURS. I never loved you, I was just drunk, nothing I said was the truth, so don’t get your hopes up.”
Silence.
“So, now you’re quiet? Pathetic.” She spits. She grabs her jacket and starts heading towards the door, “the stars never aligned for us. It was all in your head, I never loved you, in any way. I just used you, used you for sex, mediocre sex, might I add.”
“You don’t mean that.” The tears building up, you don’t know how long you can hold it in.
“Yes, yes, I do. Nothing I said was real, no I love you was. Everything I said was a lie, everything I said last night was an even bigger lie, I just wanted sex and plus I was drunk, did you really think I shared the same feelings?”
You gulp.
“You’re pathetic and I’m just a good actress, and apparently an even better one when drunk.” And with that she slams your door shut.
Your body is filled with so many emotions you can’t even begin to name one, anger, hatred, lust, love, sorrow, despair, regret. But there was one thought clear in your head, even when your heart is collapsing on itself.
Wish you were sober.
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summary: Vada's first time seeing R's boobs. She's a little gobsmacked. 18+ smut.
pairing: vada cavell x fem!reader
warnings: 18+, nippleplay.
word count: 700 words.
a/n: request for anon. Let me know what you think and what you want to see next!
Summary: You and Wednesday have a reputation to uphold. Is it worth it?
Warnings: Suggestive themes, Profanity. haven't written in a long time so its probably trash.
Note: Where Wednesday is a lovestruck fool and I just really wanted to write about it.
Word Count: 5.4k+
Preview: 'The kisses exchanged were gentle and slow; Wednesday was taking the time to relish in the moment of having you this close. Committing to memory the taste of your mouth against hers; the feeling of your breath fanning against hers; the sounds of your satisfied sighs against hers.'
“Wednesday, I have to go…” You mumbled, disconnecting your lips from the girl.
“Mhmm.” She mutters back agreeing but continues tightly gripping the back of your neck with her cold hands.
“Enid and Thing are gonna be back soon.” You say breathlessly against her mouth, trying to gather some semblance of control of the situation. But let’s be real here, you lose all sense of self-control around the Addams girl.
Pairing: Vada Cavell x Reader
Warnings: smut (18+) smoking weed, vaginal fingering, oral sex, language, talk of the shooting, joking about the queen of england (please don’t come for me lol rip)
Vada and reader are both 18+ in this
Word Count: 1.7k
hey y’all, I’ve had this one in the works for a while now, but it’s finally done! Next part of this hell with hopefully be done in the next couple of days!
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“And don’t even get me started on the Queen like I’m lowkey not even sad she died. No cap, the old bitch definitely had something to do with Diana’s death, that shit is suspicious as fuck” Vada’s rambling trailed off at the sensation of your fingers running up her leg. The prickle of her unshaven legs tickled your fingertips. Her baseball shorts rode up her thighs as she sat on your bed. You were supposed to be getting ready for Nick’s party, but Vada had somehow roped you into smoking before you went so she could chill more.
“Baby, what the fuck are you doing?” You practically jumped out of your skin at the sudden rise in your girlfriend’s voice. The smoke from your joint left the air between the two of you hazy. The mischievous look that filled your face was enough to tell Vada you were up to something.
“Oh I was just wondering when you stopped being my girlfriend and became Bigfoot” you fired back. A laugh fought its way past your lips as one of her eyebrows shot up. Vada snatched the joint from your free hand, narrowing her eyes at you as she took a hit.
“I’m wounded that you tried to use my dude Bigfoot to insult me” Vada was a little out of breath, and her voice scratched as she spoke. Her attempts to contain her cough from the long drag failed for a moment, but it didn’t stop her from taking another hit before handing it back to you.
Summary: A party at Omega Beta Zeta quickly takes a turn when you find a group of guys hitting on your girlfriend, Tara Carpenter.
Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, cursing, smut, fingering, eating kitty, no Scream VI spoilers
Pairings: Tara Carpenter x black!reader, Tara Carpenter x reader, Tara Carpenter x female!reader
Requested: Yes.
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You would never admit that you were whipped.
Tara Carpenter came into your life like a storm and it’s been windy and rainy ever since…and you loved thunderstorms.
The mere fact that a person this tiny ran your life was enough to make your heart skip a beat. You weren't the relationship type, people often let you down and further turned you off of the idea of having a person mean so much in your life.
Then you met Tara and it's like every bad thought you've had about love went out the window. She was your moon and your sun, your stars and cloudy skies, and there were times that you found yourself overprotective of that. Of your little thunderstorm.
The first time you realized how much she meant to you was after a dinner at her apartment. She wanted to introduce you to her sister and her friends, allowing them to vet you because of what she had gone through the year prior. You survived Sam's variation of "What Are Your Intentions With My Sister?" and even Mindy's intense psycho analysis trying to see if you were a killer, but, it was something about Chad that had you in a fritz.
He was the big strong guy that looked after her like she was a little sister. They had history, had been through some shit together that you'd never truly understand and you knew what history was like for people with trauma. They bonded in more ways than one and it was hard to push that idea from the back of your head when you spoke with him. Didn't help that he was a ridiculously nice guy too, fuck, you wanted to dislike him--hate him even but it was hard.
You'd pull Tara closer at dinner, your hand squeezing her knee to make her laugh. Sneaking little kisses to her temple and forehead when no one else but Chad was looking. Silently telling him that whatever he might have felt for her needed to vanish and vanish immediately.
There was an unspoken mutual respect between you and Chad since that night. When you weren't around, he would still do his job in protecting her and keeping her safe. You both just wanted what was best for her and it just happened to be you.
Anytime you were with Tara out in public she was your biggest priority. You'd make sure she had her little blue taser that Sam got her on her person at all times. Holding her hand tight through the streets of New York City and especially the overcrowded subways where anything could happen. Never letting her walk on the outside of the sidewalk, she always had the inside so if an incoming car would suddenly jump the curb you'd be the first point of contact.
You loved Tara. Loved her enough to give your life for hers.
She was beautiful and being in her presence made you feel beautiful too, a certain air of confidence washing over you. You had the hottest, most compassionate, goofiest girl at Blackmore University as your girlfriend and you were happily whipped.
Well ... until you got dragged to parties like the one happening in the Omega Beta Zeta sorority house.
Tara had been talking about rushing Omega Beta Zeta for the last month and how she really wanted to be part of this sisterhood. You weren't the biggest fan of sororities because of their clique-ish behavior and rumored hazing. Especially because Tara had a lot in her life that someone could torment her for in the spirit of "Sorority fun and bonding". Being in this organization was something she really wanted so you had no choice but to support her fully in this endeavor.
Which means standing in the beloved sorority house with the City Girls blasting from someone's speaker and sweaty bodies dancing everywhere.
You didn't have social anxiety, it's just that parties weren't high on your list of activities that you enjoyed.
"Hi, Tara!" A chipper girl came up to you both, a red solo cup in her hand. Two girls following suit behind her and locking their eyes on you.
You and Tara had been at the party for about fifteen minutes and already you wanted to go to her apartment and watch movies but you didn't say anything. She seemed to be enjoying her time here.
You watched a pair of eyes grow wide as they settled in on you. "Oh my god!" She giggled. "Is this your girlfriend, T?"
"Yeah, uh, this is Y/N." She chuckled, knowing you would have something funny to say once the girls left. Tara nudged you gently, her way of asking you to be nice to these people.
You waved, slapping a smile on your face immediately. "Hey!" You greeted, matching their energy. "Thank you so much for having us, this house is so cute!"
"Thank you, Babe!" The blonde girl smiled, her name might be Jennie or something with a J, you recognized her face from following each other on Instagram. "We have heard so much about you. It's really sweet how much Tara loves you, like we wish our boyfriends were like that with us." She semi-pouted.
Your cheeks began to blush. A genuine smile creeping up on your face and you laughed to yourself. "Oh." Was all you could say, flustered that Tara spoke about you so often with people she valued.
"Hey, I'm gonna go grab a drink." Tara tapped your waist. "I'll let you all continue to talk."
Before you could protest Tara was gone down the hall, heading for the kitchen. You weren't sure why she left you alone with them. Maybe so you could learn more about the girls who would be leading her into their sorority and trust them. Tara knew you weren't wild about not knowing much about the rush process and procedures, the secrecy of pledging in itself.
"So," A girl with curls and freckles began. "tell us the true tea. I'm sure Tara has told you a little bit about Omega Beta Zeta, what do you think of it?"
You shifted your weight to one of your hips. Suddenly feeling hot in the corset top and flare jeans you decided to wear tonight. "Um," You started. Telling the truth didn't seem like the option so maybe lying a bit would work better with these girls. You didn't want to ruin Tara's chances of getting in. "It's cool. You guys seem to be very loyal to each other and I'm big on loyalty and protecting those around you. Those are great qualities."
"That's amazing!" The bubbly girl spoke up again.
Jennie and curly haired girl snuck a look at each other. "We were thinking of asking you to rush with us. In Tara's pledge group, actually." The girl with freckles said.
"Oh wow that's ... that's interesting. Why me?" You asked, genuinely curious how they could want you in their sorority after just now meeting you.
Jennie laughed. "We weren't kidding when we said Tara talks about you like all the time." She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "We love, Tara, like absolutely adore her and anybody that can have her so happy like that is someone we want to associate with. Someone we want in our organization."
"Totally." The happy girl chimed in, almost clapping her hands in excitement.
You didn't know what to say. The furrow in your brows speaking for you. You took a breath, trying to find a polite way to decline their offer. The more you spoke with them they did seem genuine and sweet but having to follow by someone else's rules really wasn't your thing.
A loud commotion of deep voices came from the right of you. You looked down the hall, a group of four or five guys surrounding your girlfriend while she laughed along at someone's joke.
"Can I have some time to think about it?" You turned to face the girls, lips hurting from smiling so hard. "The semester just started, I just want to make sure I can fully devote my time to Omega Beta Zeta."
They all nodded. "Oh absolutely!" The girl with freckles agreed. "Whenever you're ready just let us know, Babe. Omega Beta Zeta would love to have you."
"Thanks ladies!" You waved at them once more. "I'm sorry. I've gotta run I think I hear somebody calling for me. It was nice to meet you guys."
Nobody was calling for you. You just needed a bullshit excuse to head for the kitchen without appearing rude.
You didn't give them a chance to respond. Taking off for the kitchen and the men's laughter that basically taunted you. You took your eyes off of Tara for literally five minutes and this happens.
This is the real reason why you disliked going to parties with Tara.
She was a bad bitch and that meant other men and women would try to get in her space, regardless of her clearly stating she was unavailable.
"So you're rushing OBZeta?" A guy asked Tara.
You came up behind her, wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling her close. "Oh, Babe, who are your new friends?" You asked.
"These are some of the guys from--"
"Who are you?" You pointed at one of the boys. Interrupting Tara because the question was rhetorical, you didn't care who these people were.
The boy dressed in a flannel looked at you in shock. "Uh, Mason."
"You don't seem to sure about your name there, Mason." You teased, playfully hitting the boy in the shoulder. "And you?"
"I'm Chad." A blonde boy with blue eyes responded deeply, taking a swig of his drink. He wore a backwards baseball cap and had on Birkenstock sandals with shorts.
You nodded. "How fitting! We actually have a friend named Chad." You looked at Tara, her cheeks red from either alcohol or your jealousy being humorous to her. You returned your focus back to the boy, looking him up and down. "But he's .... taller." You chuckled. "I'm not really too worried on knowing everybody else's names, I'm sure we'll all get to know each other after Tara and I rush OBZ."
"You're rushing?!" Tara nearly jumped on you in excitement.
How quickly your jealously had backfired.
There was no way you could tell her you weren't rushing now. Apparently this was a big deal to her.
"Absolutely!" You said through gritted teeth. "Now, if you'll excuse us, boys. I'm gonna go dance with my girlfriend now." Tara grabbed your hand roughly, pulling you away from the kitchen at a quickened pace. "Have a good night! I'll see you guys at the next one of these things." You called out, nearly tripping over your shoes as Tara sped through the house.
You followed her, hoping the intensity in which she was pulling you didn't mean she was pissed. "Was that too much? I'm sorry." You didn't mean to embarrass her but you could see how she would take it that way. "Tara. Baby, talk to me." As you reached the living room-turned-dance floor she didn't show any sign of slowing down. "Uh .. Honey?" You asked, following your girlfriend up the steps.
"I need you." Tara turned around hastily, her hair smacking you in your face. "Now." Her eyes widened, that hunger growing quickly within them.
You nodded slowly, not saying anything and allowing her to lead the way. The good news is she wasn't mad at you, the bad news is ... you didn't know what she was about to do to you.
You couldn't even label it as bad news, you liked being punished.
Finding a vacant room in this crowded sorority house was actually easier than you thought it would be. Tara burst into the room, throwing you onto the bed. Her drink cup was long gone, probably discarded on the stairs somewhere as her main focus was tasting you.
She wasn't upset about your jealousy taking over, not in the slightest. Tara was used to how you acted about her, your ferocity in loving her and keeping her protected at all times. She loved it, she loved how much you were obsessed with her and took care of her no matter what.
But being in that kitchen.
It was something about watching your jaw clench when you spoke to those boys. The way that you made a joke about the one guy being shorter than Chad. The idea that you even referred to Chad as a "friend" just to further drive home the idea that those boys were insignificant to the people in Tara's life. Listening to you speak made her want to rub her legs together. Her clit throbbing in her jeans and she knew she had to have you.
"Take your pants off." She demanded. Locking the golden doorknob so nothing would interrupt what she was dying to do. You did as you were told, throwing your jeans and shoes off to the side and standing in front of her, awaiting further instruction. "Lay down." She pointed at the bed.
You grimaced. "What if it has stains."
"Lay down on the fucking bed." Tara said again, a small giggle coming from her lips at your antics. Hooking up in someone else's room was romantic and fun but once that wore off you thought of how gross it actually was. "That was really hot what you did back there." She crawled on the bed with you, the warmth of her body hitting you. "You just can't leave me alone, can you? I could have handled them myself."
Tara's cold hands kissed your skin. Her fingers tugging down at your rhinestone thong, trying to discard of it quickly. "You shouldn't have to. That's what I'm here for."
"No, Princesa." Your girlfriend whispered, she loved to call you that. She knew it made you melt at any given moment just hearing her accent come out on that word specifically. "You're here for so much more than that. You do so much for me, I want to do something for you tonight."
"O-Okay." You stuttered, falling into her touch. Two fingers found themselves inside of your wet pussy. Pumping in and out as you blissfully moaned. "Tara--"
Your girlfriend placed a finger against your lips, quieting you immediately. "I only want to hear moans." She stated. Tara lowered her body, eye to eye with your glistening cunt already dripping in arousal. She removed her fingers, hands positioning themselves on your legs, pushing you open wide. She bit her bottom lip, smiling before placing her face between your legs.
Her tongue flicked against your clit. Showing it the attention you clearly needed. She gripped your thighs and pulled you in closer. Those two fingers entered again, pumping in and out at a quickened pace. A guttural whine coming from your lips as you craved more of her. Your hands ended up in her hair, pushing her bangs from her face but they were prickled with sweat, not wanting to move.
"You look so fucking pretty like this." Tara came up for air, still fingering you. Her pink lips swollen and plump, begging you to kiss them. "My pretty baby." You moaned again, clenching around her. Dripping all into the comforter. "So horny for me. You normally last a little longer." She teased.
Your legs tried closing but she forced them open. "Do you want to come?" She asked.
"Please." You whispered out, shaky breaths almost preventing you from speaking. "Pleaseeeeee." You begged.
Tara smiled, leaning over to kiss you. Your juices coating her lips like a gloss and mixing with your spit. Your tongue found itself down her throat and fighting with hers. She pulled away from you, sucking on your bottom lip and letting it go with a "pop" as it returned back into place. "Cum for me, Princesa." She smirked.
The knot in your belly released, unraveled right before her and drenched her fingers. You panted in efforts to catch your breath, orgasm taking a lot out of you physically. You thanked the party gods that the music blasting loudly was drowning out all of your moans and saving you from embarrassment.
"You don't have to pledge Omega Beta Zeta." Tara said, sucking her fingers dry.
You sat up on the bed, blinking rapidly to regain focus. "What?" You asked, moving your messy hair out of your face.
"I know you don't really want to pledge. I just thought it was something we could do together but it's no pressure. Seriously." Your girlfriend laughed, handing you your thong and jeans.
You narrowed your eyes, grabbing your clothes from her. "If my OBZ letter necklace dangled in your face while we fucked ... would you get turned on like that?" You motioned towards the bed.
"Probably more." She shrugged. "It's always been a dream of mine to have a chain dangled in front of me like that." She said sarcastically, hoping that you would catch on to the joke.
You button your jeans immediately, slipping your shoes on and nearly falling over. "Come on!" You recover from your stumble, grabbing her wrist and pulling her.
"What? Where are we going, Y/N?" She furrowed her brows, being tugged along for the ride.
You turned around hurriedly. "To tell Jennie that I'm about to pledge! Duh." You smiled, heading for the stairs and hoping the offer was still on the table.
"Her name is Janine!" Tara corrected, laughing while running down the steps with you. Wiping any remainder of your orgasm off of her lips and hands.
You used to not like going to parties but something about getting finger fucked in a sorority house will definitely make a girl change her ways.
summary: Tara's out. Reader gets an unwanted and unexpected visitor.
warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, mention of murder.
word count: 3.8k
a/n: :0 who could it be??? thanks as always for all the love, let me know your theories (and what you want to see next)!!
tara carpenter x fem!reader
summary: tara could be a bad girlfriend sometimes but she definitely makes up to you for it.
words: 1.9k
warnings: smut (+18), rough fingering, dirty talk, praise, degradation, bottom!reader, slightly toxic!tara, kinda mean!tara to be honest, but its hot. not proofread sorry i’m lazy, english is not my first language, may have mistakes.
“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯’, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯’ 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥“
Inspo: Hozier - Eat Your Young
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Black!Fem!reader
Summary: Her body was a sanctum you couldn’t get enough of…
Warning: Smut, thigh riding, body worship, and some fluff.
Words: 1257
DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
Hi can I request Tara Carpenter x fem reader smut where Sam catches them in the act.
Warnings: smut, fingering, getting caught
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Sam was out at an appointment with her therapist and Quinn was on a tinder date — well, a sex date.
After the latter left, Tara wasted no time turning off her laptop, see you later Babadook, and smashing her mouth to yours. The kiss knocked the wind out of you and you fell back against her pillows, causing the two of you to laugh.
Since the events of Woodsborro, Sam had become very protective of her sister. She had difficulty trusting new people and allowing anyone close to her sister, which annoyed the hell out of Tara. She was nineteen, she didn’t need a person breathing down her neck.
Sam knew you and Tara were friends, but she didn’t know you were girlfriends. Tara wanted to keep the girl part of girlfriends a secret from her sister, knowing she would flip if she knew. Just because her last boyfriend was a psychopath murderer didn’t mean Tara had the same luck.
‘’Did you bring it?’’ Tara whispered, breaking the kiss but keeping her forehead flushed against yours, her breath hot against your lips.
You hummed. ‘’In my bag.’’
An excited grin spread on her lips and she kissed you again.
Summary: You finally convince Tara to have a short movie night while Sam is away at therapy.
Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: swearing, mention of scars, mention of trauma, murder jokes Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader
“Come on, Tara,” you called as you chased after her once class had let out. “Just one movie.”
“We hooked up once,” Tara huffed, “that doesn’t mean I want to watch a movie with you.”
“Sure you do,” you said with a smile.
College kids milled around you both as Tara pulled to a stop and turned to look at you. You had no idea what she was thinking but she had that adorable crinkle between her brows. It was easy to forget how small she was until she was actually standing in front of you and nearly had to crane her head to meet your eyes.
“Sam hates you,” Tara said simply.
“Sam hates everyone,” you shrugged.
“Especially you,” she said again, turning around to continue her walk. But you weren’t going to let her get away that easily. Your dad had always told you to shoot your shot.
|summary| R has her first kiss with her lover wednesday and it get a little heated
|Warnings| very occ wednesday , suggestive themes , hard kissing or just making out lol
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You were happy with your current relationship with Wednesday, besides the fact that you've never had a kiss on the lips before, well sure you've had a few cheek kisses from when you were in 3rd grade, but still it counts right?
Staring at the ceiling you hear a knock before hearing your door opening you thought it was your roommate, so you said something dumb, well not necessarily.
"Jess didn't i tell you to do something with enid" you say while putting your elbows on the sheets to see, well what you were expecting to see, your roommate, but it wasn't, but it was Wednesday your eyes widen trying to find a cheap excuse to try your luck, as if you were to win a prize if you did, but she says something before you could.
"What are you doing" she says in her usual monotone voice but with a slightly higher pitch you thought, it was probably just in your head.
"Nothing just thinking" you say before dropping your elbows again hearing the slight creek from the old bed.
"What were you thinking about?" she says with slight curiosity coting her sweet yet dangerous voice .
"Why do you care, sorry that sounded weird why'd, you come to my room?" you say curiously as to why she came to your room seeing as you always go to her room not the other way around.
"I just wanted to get away from enid" she says while closing the door since she was standing there for a while.
You flinch from the force of the closing door, you hear steps coming closer to your one person bed.
"Move a bit" she says trying to lay on the bed but couldn't seeing as you were taking or sitting on the middle.
You moved to the right, before hearing shuffling and a dip on the bed, the bed was a bit small but if you squeeze you can fit two people.
You hear soft breathing before you feel a tingling sensation in your left hand it felt ticklish, you shiver from the light touch even leaving a small gasp. but wednesday didn't even flinch, you thought she was doing it on purpose so you had a small barely visible blush creep up.
You turn your head blushing further from how close you were, wednesday feels your soft breathing and turn her head as well.
Well now you were even closer. closer than you ever thought you would be, feeling the soft berth on your lips, you blush even further now having a soft pink coat your cheeks. but wednesday could see the pink in your cheeks so she gets closer and closer until she stops looking into your widened eyes and says.
"Do you want this?" she says whispering as if she spoke louder the mood would be broken.
"Yes but i've never done this before" you say turning your head away from her piercing eyes, and also because you were embarrassed, like have you ever seen a teenager who hasn't had their first kiss before, well you haven't, like even Enid has had one you know that because she burst into your room and ranted about it, for a very long time like three hours minimum.
"I haven't either" she says still whispering, holding your chin turning your head back to her eye but this time their softer like she wants this badly, you even feel her breathing picking up.
You let out a soft sigh before connecting your lips together, closing your eyes, you feel butterflies in your stomach, her lips were soft but cold, not to cold though. you slowly creep your right hand to her hair tangling your hand somewhere between her neck and her hair, gripping tightly but not too tight that it could hurt her, but she brings her hand next you your right hand that was gripping her hair you thought she was uncontrollable so you let go, but she grabbed your hand and pushed it farther, her left hand gripping your waist moving you even closer then you already were, as if she wants combine your souls and never let go, you felt greedy for more so you started moving your lips together, the once soft kiss has now turned heated.
You felt your breathing pick up so you tried to pull away but she brought her right hand and stuffed it into your hair her left still by your waist.
"Wednesday" you say once but she doesn't hear to caught up from you lips to even notice you said something. but when you were just opening you lips she slipped her tongue inside, you gasped feeling her tongue colliding together, you forgot about your need for air and kissed her even harder, you brought your hand in her hair again, her lips were lapping at yours , like she couldn't get enough of you, you moved your leg to put it on her waist. but you heard something, a creaking by the door, so you tried to stop Wednesday from going farther by putting you hands on both her shoulders and pushing her away, she got the hint and pulled away even groaning cause she was just about to unclip your bra, well you were sad about that to but if Enid or your roommate saw this they would tell the whole school, so you got back to your last position just staring at the ceiling.
You were fast enough that the person at the door couldn't see but the heavy breathing, flushed cheeks, and hand gripping the sheets so much that it could rip, i think anyone would know what happened there.
"Hey wednesday i need you help with something!" enid says before looking at the both of you and blushing a bit.
"Wait did you guys-" she was cut off by Wednesday who was getting off the bed with messy hair...very messy hair. "No Enid we didn't do anything" she say calmly yet still out of breath. "No Wednesday I think you did do something, but whatever fix your hair and help me" "Fine but you leave me alone after this" she says angerly but its not visible to Enid. "Okay follow me!" Enid say excitingly Wednesday groans before looking back at me "sorry for that" she says apologetically her hand on the door nob. "No! its fine it wasn't your fault!" you say quickly "Yeah your right it was Enid's fault" she smiles softly at your giggling. "Let's continue this later okay?" she says seductively even having an upturn on her mouth at the blush her words formed. "Y-yes okay" you say as you rub your hands on your skirt trying to rub the sweat away "Hmm well i have to go goodbye y/n" she says before shutting the door. You let out a sigh of relief and hold your cheeks still feeling her hand there. "Wait.. let's continue this later? what-" you blush more think about what you and wednesday could do, maybe kiss again. - a/n made this while listening to taylor swift & Beethoven lol
