yolehiho

[yolehiho]

Best Birthday Ever

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Synopsis: Jenna’s exhausted from her busy life, and it’s her birthday!! Her and a few of her friends decide to go to a club, when she spots you on the dance floor.

Content: Jenna Ortega x Reader, G!P Jenna, Dom!Reader, Sub!Jenna, white girl dancing, Alcohol, Bathroom sex, Oral(Jenna receiving), 5’6 reader, 5’1 Jenna, penis referred to as ‘cock ‘shaft’

Word Count: 813

Note: this is my first time writing smut(writing in general???)

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Jenna thought staying at home, watching movies with her girls was a good way to spend her 22nd birthday, but Maddie thought differently. That’s how Jenna ended up standing in a packed club, on the streets of LA. “Mads, is this all really necessary? We could have just watched beetleju-“ Jenna yells over the music, but Maddie cuts her off, shoving a shot into her hand and smiling at her widely.

“Of course it is, babe! You deserve this, let’s have some fun, okay? I may have invited Emma and Melissa” Maddie yells back into Jenna’s ear, clinking their glasses together and throwing back the shot. Some mingling later, Emma and Melissa emerge from the crowd and wrap their arms around Jenna, wishing her a happy birthday and quickly grabbing some drinks. Indulging in as deep as a conversation can get in a club, Jenna notices a flash of dark red in the crowd, trailing her eyes down your body. From your black hair, to the maroon dress and your black heels, Jenna’s cock is twitching just from looking at you. She frowns lightly as the crowd shuffles around, making her lose sight of you.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna go dance, don’t wait up!”

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‘Empire State Of Mind’ by JAY-Z is pounding loudly in your ears, swaying your hips as you hold your hands loosely in the air, feeling the beat in your bones and the alcohol in your body heating you up. You bring your arms down trailing your body, feeling a body invade your space behind you.

Continuing to dance, Jenna follows your lead and matches the way you move your body, your bodies touching with a few grinding grazes.

Feeling warm hands touch your waist, Jenna leans in and places her lips next to your ear, “Is this okay?” She whispers raspily, taking the way you grind your body back into her as a yes.

After a while of ‘dancing’ (if you’d even call it that anymore), you could feel the print in her dress grinding against you. Leaning your head back against Jenna’s shoulder, you grab the other side of her face and kiss her jaw lightly. “Come on” you whisper, grabbing her hand softly and pulling her towards the bathroom of the club.

You push open the door to the bathroom and drag her into a stall, locking the door and pressing her gently against the door, placing your hands on her waist and kissing her intensely. You graze your hands on her stomach, hiking up her dress and placing the palm of your hand on her bulge. She moans out into your mouth at the contact, you swallowing it as you slip your tongue into her mouth, biting onto her lower lip as you slip a hand into her boxers and trail your kisses down her neck. “Is this okay?” you gasp into her mouth, Jenna nodding quite pathetically as you kneel down and grab the elastic of her boxers.

You pull them down, her cock jumping out and hitting her stomach covered by her dress. You smile up at her as you grip the base of her cock and spitting on the tip, licking the head of her cock teasingly.

Jenna presses her head against the stall wall of the toilets, moaning as you wrap your lips around her cock and begin sucking. You move your mouth up and down on her cock, Jenna’s hand wrapping tightly in your hair as she lets out moans and whimpers to you, “it feels so good baby, deeper please”. You oblige, letting her cock hit the back of your throat and licking around the shaft.

“Fuck m’so close mami, you feel so good” Jenna whines in a rush, gripping tighter on your hair as you work her cock, gripping her thighs as you suck.

You focus back on the tip of her cock, licking and sucking, leaving kisses on her shaft. she grabs your head tighter, her moans and words becoming incoherent letting you know she’s about to cum. Thick ropes of cum cover your throat as Jenna whines, swallowing all of it as you stand back up kissing her delicately, your hand on her waist as she finishes coming undone, holding her up.

She holds your jaw gently, looking up at you as you pull up her boxers and fix her dress, smiling hazily.

“Best birthday ever.”

[yolehiho]

|| Hermione Granger - Masterlist

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...(Possibly) More To Come...

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Wanna Be Yours (SERIES) -

Hermione can't help but want to know more about the Slytherin she saw defend her those years ago. She comes to learn that a lot follows with Y/N Y/L/N. Some of those things being unavoidable (STATUS: DISCONTINUED)

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Drabble One

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[yolehiho]

Sofia

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader y'all i'm lazy. i don't fell like making a summary. and as always, i didn't proofread, if there's any mistakes, i apologize. Warnings: nothing but kisses and mentions of fights, i think

"I can’t believe you”

“What, you can’t believe me? Are you fucking serious, Jenna?” You responded watching the small women taking off her expensive shoes angrily. Jenna’s eyes glaring at you, almost throwing knives at you.

“I was having fun, Y/N. Why do you had to make such a scene? I though I was the actress here, but you deserved an Oscar for that, I have to admit”

You followed her to the kitchen as soon as you finished locking the front door of the house that you both shared.

“I can’t believe you’re seriously pissed at me for protecting you. What the hell is your problem, man? That douchebag was trying to touch you! You wanted me to sit there and just watch it?!”

“Don’t yell at me, Y/N!” Jenna pointed at you and you took a step back immediately as she took one forward. You see, you guys height difference was very noticeable, but Jenna’s anger was something that always scared you a little. You never wanted push your luck with the Latina woman so much. Even though you knew each other basically your entire life since you are childhood friends that recently started to live together, you never saw this look on her eyes before.

“I could’ve handled myself just fine. It was an event, Y/N. There was cameras everywhere! You didn’t have to punch him in the face and start a fucking fight!”

Well, thinking for this side… Jenna’s was kind of right. But you couldn’t help yourself when you noticed that she was uncomfortable and had - a lot of times - told that stupid guy to leave her alone and he obviously didn’t listen and worse, tried to force her to go to somewhere, you lost all your reasoning.

“And look at your face. It’s all bruised up” she continued resting the glass of water on the sink and looking at you. You looked away, ashed. You realized now that you might have caused problems to her. You know, the fight was recorded for sure, and people will definitely talk about this on the Internet. You never wanted to harm Jenna in any kind of way, but you might have now. You just wanted to protect the girl you loved… and not only in a friendly way. You’ve noticed your feelings for Jenna when you guys were about 18. You were 21 now. Since then you had dated some other girls for a while and watched her date some other people too, but your heart was and still is entirely hers… even though she never noticed and you don’t have the guts to say it.

You probably never will.

“You should see the other guy” you said in a low voice, still not looking at you.

It was Jenna’s turn to let out a tired sigh. She decided to walk towards you again, not in a menacing posture anymore. She didn’t wanna fight anymore. The discussion all the way back home and now was tiring enough, that and the fact that she didn’t stop get worried for you. Not in one single second.

And now that the bruises were more noticeable, she worried more. Her anger quickly slowing down.

“Sit there. I’m gonna take care of this” she pointed at the couch.

“Jenna, you don’t have to that. I’m fine and…”

“Don’t argue with me, Y/N. I’m tired. Just do it, okay?” she let out a sigh looking deep in your eyes. Like always, you couldn’t deny her.

You sat down on the couch like Jenna said so and waited. Playing with your fingers thinking about how stupid you were. You let Jenna down, you probably caused trouble on her career and if you ever dreamed on having a chance with her, you could totally forget about it now. She would never see you in a different way. You always going to be the trouble girl that Jenna had to step in to not get in more trouble.

“This is gonna sting a little” she announced as she already had put the medicine on the cotton and put the first aid kit on the floor. She sat really close to you and started to rub the cotton on the bruised parts. You watched her face so close to yours as her intense brown eyes looking carefully at your face.

“Ouch! Jenna, easy!” you tried to back off, only to Jenna grab your jaw. Not in a rush way, but strong enough to keep you still. “Geez, Jen, c’mon!” you cried out.

“Stop being a baby. You should’ve thought about before getting into a fight. Again”

You grimaced before answering:

“I don’t mind being hurt, Jenna. As long as defending you”

Jenna sighed. For the hundredth time. She did that a lot when she was mad. She finally stopped applying medicine on your bruises and you thanked all the gods you knew for that. Although the look on her face scared you, you didn’t know what to think. You knew Jenna your entire life, but even for you was hard to read her face. Her perfect and beautiful features.

“You’re never gonna change, are you, Y/N?”

“If by that you mean protecting you, no, I’m not”

“Even if you get hurt like that?” she pointed at your face and hands. “You’re crazy, Y/N”

“I told I don’t care! What can’t you get that?”

“I can’t understand why you always get in the middle of something that involves me!” she stood up, starting to raise her voice as well. “I mean I know that you’re my best friend, but act like…”

“Like what?” you pushed, speaking low, but standing up too.

“Like… like your jealous” she said at last. Like she was unsure of what she just said out loud. Even though she was sensing it for a little while, she, just like you, didn’t say things out loud sometimes. You were alike in this way.

“Say something, Y/N” Jenna crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“What you want me to say, Jenna?” you looked at the floor.

“Anything, Y/N! Anything!” you looked at her again with this burst of her. “What’s really going on with you? You know you can tell me anything”

“I love you”

“Um… Y/N, I-I love you too, you know that… but what this…”

“No. Not like that!” You stepped back and sat defeated sat on the couch, looking up to the small woman who looked puzzled by you right now.

“I don’t just love you in a friendly way. My feelings for changed since I was 18. I can tell it’s love because it didn’t fade nor has diminished. I never felt this for anyone in my life, Jenna, I love every single detail about you and everything you do. I love how you’re passionate about the things you love, your career, your family. How dedicate you are… I love you”

Jenna didn’t say anything. She was… totally mute. And that was scared you the most. You could’ve expected her to say anything, literally anything, Jenna always have something to say. But now, now that you finally have spilled your true feelings locked inside you for so many years… you have silence as response.

And Jenna looking blankly back at you.

“I know you don’t feel the same, I-I… don’t worry. I’m gonna crush at someone’s house tonight. After that I can come and get my stuff” You said, trying your best to hold back your tears. “We don’t have to stay in this awkwardness between us and…”

“Shut up”

“What?”

“Just…” Jenna took a step in front of you and grabbed your face carefully and softly to not hurt you and then she closed the gap between your faces.

You did not think, you couldn’t. Her soft lips were magical, and you couldn’t think of anything anymore. The lips that were only in our imagination, tasted even better that your head could possibly project.

Her tongue asked for space inside your mouth and you more than happy allowed her dominance on the kiss. Your hands, a little bit shamefully, rested on her hips. You both moaning tasting each other.

When the air was really necessary, Jenna pulled away and rested her forehead on your. Your eyes were still closed and you looked like a pure bliss as you still hold her. Jenna smiled chuckled softly looking at your face, her soft dimples showing a bit as you guys were so close now.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Jenna caressed the baby hair on the back of your neck.

“I know. You keep saying that since we were kids”

Jenna laughed and you finally open your eyes.

“But I mean it, Jenna. I really love you”

“Why you never said anything?”

“I was scared”

“Of me?”

“Of you hating me… I don’t know, okay! This stuff is complicated, alright?”

Jenna chuckled and shook her head looking at you.

“I love that fact that you just said one of the most beautiful I’ve ever heard and you can’t explain how chicken you were”

“Hey!”

“It’s okay. I love you the you are anyways”

“You… what? You l-love or you’re just saying this because…”

“I told you to shut up, didn’t I?” Jenna kissed you once again. “It’s okay that you had chickend out. I loved you too since I was 15”

[yolehiho]

we would like to see tara x f reader. i’d you wnst of course! but can you write a fic based on all your ghosts by lizzy mcalpine? to me it reminds me the hesitance that comes with the possible beginning of a relationship and it can be interpreted so fluffy it dives me insane. like “all my ghosts are with me . i know you feel them too” ?? god that alone could work so well with tara’s situation all things considered. reader might know about ghostface or can feel somethings off and tara has her guard up. and the “they know all of my habits but they don’t know about you” could be about how the group doesn’t know about her. and the last part where it’s “i hate all of my habits but i happen to love you” could be because she’s a little grump and very closed off but there’s this one thing (reader) that she’s so open with and can’t help but love. this is just an idea i’ve had in my head and i’m not the best writer so i couldn’t bring it to life but if you think its worth writing for you this is a idea/request

i’ll try to anon, im not a fluff writer tho i lean more to smut hshsjsj im sorry i didnt specify my post

[yolehiho]

Requests open! more to smut idnska

#jenna ortega #tara carpenter #scream #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #jennaortegaslover #tara carpenter x female reader #wednesday addams x reader

[yolehiho]

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 | 𝘫.𝘰 -𝘱𝘵 1

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘹 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴!𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

new series!

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩- 𝘺/𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪��𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴.

word count - 1.4k

your heart dropped as you heard the sound of your front door opening. you weren't expecting anyone, so it wasn't one of your friends. you sprung up from the couch you were previously reading your script for scream vii.

you had been booked for the movie with your twin brother, nolan medford. you were playing twins as well, mila and marcel bellwood. though you were more plot-essential than your brother.

you were midway through, meaning filming days were growing longer and more demanding. you still hung out with the cast on your off days and other days when the filming was lighter. but it was mostly set and straight home.

your guard was high as you shifted your weight between your legs. slowly, you made your way to the hallway before your front door. you peeked beyond the wall to see a figure dressed in all black. the sound of keys hitting your countertop radiated through the room. your guard dropped slightly.

you kept watch as the figure dropped its hood revealing dark brown hair. you weren't an idiot and could connect the dots fairly quickly. keys, brown hair, all black... only one conclusion. well, two conclusions. the only person you know who has keys to your apartment, with brown hair, and constantly wears all black is none other than her costar jenna ortega. or a criminal.

"jenna? it's eleven o'clock what are you doing here?" you emerged from the wall you were peeking behind. the brunette turned, her pupils dilating as they met yours. the same smile that could make you melt graced her features. she walked over to you and snaked her hands to the nape of your neck. her thumbs caressed the edges of your face.

"y/n. i need you." she stated simply. like this has happened before like she needed you before. which she has.

ever since filming started you and jenna have had a very close relationship. you knew you were attracted to her near the minute filming started. but what you weren't expecting was for her to be attracted to you as well.

there was a difference in your attraction to one another. yours was love, you were falling for her soul. you fell for her. but her attraction was lust. you had known this but came to terms with it. as long as she was with you, you thought it could work. but your hopes came crashing down when she began dating him.

mason

fucking

gooding.

the man with a contagious smile. the man with the infectious laugh. the man with the best sense of humor you've ever encountered. the man with the girl, your girl. the man who was supposed to be your best friend.

you didn't know why she started dating him when you were so clearly head over heels for this girl. what made even less sense was how she would come to you as often as she did. did she not love mason?

as much as it killed you to hurt your best friend you could never resist jenna. she was perfect in every way. you would do anything to be around her, even if it meant hurting your best friend. your secret affair with jenna began maybe three months into her and mason's relationship. you noticed her spark was dimmed with him, she wasn't herself. the jenna you adored for her well-spoken manner, and sarcastic jokes.

you reveled in the way jenna's fingers danced over your skin. you let an extensive sigh slip past your lips before you allowed her to pull you in. her touch was soft and loving, and you felt the tension in your body release when her lips met yours in a bittersweet kiss.

your mind was contradicting over and over as she led you farther into your apartment. walking you backward, bumping into walls on her way out of the corridor. you weren't aware how far the both of you had moved til you felt the edges of your bed push against the back of your thighs.

you don't know why you expected anything different. she always did this, come in unannounced and b-line for your bedroom. every time you prayed it played out differently but to no avail. you dreamed one day she would wake up and confess her love for you, but that morning never came.

but if this was how you could have her, you'd take it. even just for this night, in these few hours, she was yours. there was no mason to get in the way, no brother with better judgment to interfere, just you, her, and time.

everything was moving fast. you didn't realize you were lying on your bed until your shirt was ripped away and your sheets came into contact with your skin. you let out a disappointed groan against jenna's lips. she propped herself up on her forearm, hovering above you.

"what? what's wrong?" she asked, concern laced in her voice and visible in her eyes. those eyes squinted and glazed you over searching for anything that could be the cause of your discomfort. 

"it's nothing, come back here," you attempted to coax the brunette into another kiss. but she jolted back. now sitting completely upright, her legs on either side of your torso. her hands pressed firmly on your chest to keep herself up.

"no, i can tell there's something wrong." she pressed. "what is it?" brown hair overflowing from the back of her head. cascading down the sides of her face. she pushed the loose strands to the side only for them to fall back down.

"why? why do you act like you love mason then come here behind his back? how can you do that to him? do you even like either of us?" your hands settled on her thighs, smoothing soft circles into her skin.

"y/n, we talked about this. it's just easier this way," jenna seemed tired of repeatedly conversing about the topic. she wanted to avoid it at all costs. the concern in her eyes vanished and was overcome by slight annoyance and a fragment of guilt.

"easier for who? because i know it's not easy to keep sleeping with my best friends' girlfriend."

"if it hurts you so bad then why do you keep doing it," the actress rolled her eyes, hands threading through her hair in an attempt to tie it behind her head. she shifted in her spot on top of you but never moved. this situation happened a lot. jenna came to you, desperate for comfort. and you'd hesitate, but ultimately comply.

"you know the answer to that," you replied. jenna's eyes stared into yours, secretly telling you every word she was far too afraid to speak into existence. her insecurity, her hesitation, her guilt, regrets, false promises, and reasonings.

you understood, to an extent. you understood her circumstances, and her reasonings. but you couldn't comprehend how she brought herself to do this. jenna is a very in touch person, she's perceptive, and understands both sides to every story.

usually, the brunette never goes against herself. she doesn't outreach her understanding and sympathy to those who don't deserve it. jenna had a set list of boundaries she would never cross under any circumstances. no matter what the reasoning was, she would never commit specific acts toward another person. and those who did these things to her would never be on the receiving end of usual understanding grace.

but the acts the commits when she enters your home break these rules. jenna knew if mason found out what she was doing behind your closed doors he would surely never forgive her. and she wouldn't expect him to. what she was doing was nearly unforgivable. that was something you couldn't wrap your head around.

a thankful smile briefly graces jennas features before she's diving back down to capture your lips again. 

the night carried on like every other.

guilt racked your mind while you stared up at your ceiling that night. jenna fast asleep lightly grabbing at your frame every few moments. there was no way to justify what was happening when the actress came to your house. you wondered what she would tell mason when she left to come to you. maybe they had argued, maybe they had been getting along great.

you could very well just be a fuck buddy to her-

your thoughts ceased as you felt the brunette wrap her arms around you and curl into your figure. her rhythmic breathing soothing your soul. you found yourself drifting off into a peaceful slumber to the melodies of jennas soft snores.

[yolehiho]

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚎

Summary: Reader tests Tara's possessiveness and decides to make her jealous at a party, only making the girl furious. Tara fucks Y/N so hard until the girl is cumming over and over again, screaming how Tara owns her.

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Warnings: (+18), smut, a little degradation, tied up, mommy kink, rough.

Word count: 3.3k

After hours Y/N has finally convinced Tara to accompany her at her friend's party. While Y/N was extremely excited to finally have a night that escapes the routine, Tara on the other hand was definitely not in the mood for parties. Y/N eventually succumbed to the idea of going alone with a couple of friends to the party, since she didn't want to force Tara to go against her will, however Tara's mood changed in a blink as soon as she laid her eyes on Y/N while she was  finishing getting ready. The short brunette girl couldn't resist seeing my girlfriend in that tight black dress even if she tried to. Y/N's makeup was perfectly done and that tight high ponytail that fits the almost devilish figure could make anyone weak. Tara knew that the girl would be a trap for any poor soul. The idea of not going to that party was quickly dropped once she realized she wasn't going to be the only one having trouble to control herself, she needed to come to keep an eye on her girl and make sure no one tries to even breathe too close to her.

"Hey I'm going to get another drink do you want anything babe?" Tara asks in her girlfriends ear so she can hear her through the blasting music. Y/N smiles already a bit drunk and shakes her head before kissing Tara softly. The short girl can't help but smile into the kiss. Eventually they separate and Tara goes looking for the kitchen.

While going thought the empty bottles trying to find something to drink, Tara feels her cup getting filled. When she quickly turns her head ready to complain, a smile grows on her face when she finds her friend Mindy. "Dude you scared me" says Tara accompanied by the laughs of both girls. They end chatting and losing a bit of track of time. Mid conversation, Mindy asks how things are with Y/N, which makes Tara softly smile and move her eyes around the room trying to find her girlfriend, but the smile drops when she lays her eyes on Y/N. She could feel her blood boiling and face getting red at the sight in front of her. Hearing Mindy's voice far away while Tara's zooming out, her hand gripped the cup so hard that ends up smashing it.

There she was, her devilish girlfriend, dancing with a random girl who had her hands on Y/N hips. Tara just stares intensely trying her hardest to not make a scene and smash the other girl's head on the floor as hard and she could, over and over and over again...

Y/N, on the other hand, was enjoying this way more than she would ever admit. While Tara was away, a blonde girl came up behind her and started grinding and dancing against her body. Y/N was conscious to know she should've pushed the unknown girl away but jealous Tara is too hot for her to resist and drunk Y/N is too horny to think correctly about consequences, so she decided to take advantage of the situation and the opportunity that just fell on her lap.

Without having to look, Y/N could feel a gaze upon her and a she couldn't help but bit her lip while smiling like an idiot knowing exactly who it was. Y/N turns her head and locks eyes with a furious Tara. While smiling innocently and looking at her girlfriend's eyes, Y/N pushes her ass harder against the girl making her moan loudly in her ear, making Y/N cringe a little for not being Tara.

At this point Tara was about to explode, so Y/N decided to really push her over the limit.

Still locking eyes with each other from far away, Y/N grabs the girl's hand and runs it slowly up her body making the blonde squeeze her boob. The action itself didn't turn Y/N on the slightest, but she was absolutely soaking in anticipation of what Tara was going to do to her as soon as she loses control.

Not being able to hold herself anymore, seeing someone having their hands on what she owns, Tara furiously walks up to the pathetic girl trying to touch her girlfriend not caring who or what is on her way. Y/N's feels herself getting nervous at the sight of Tara coming so fast and grabbing her arm hard before spilling  the smashed cup she had in her hand with the left overs of her drink all over the girl, making her gasp loudly.

"She's mine!! If you ever dare to even try to lay your pathetic eyes on her again I swear to fucking God I'll stab both of your eyes so slowly that you wish you were never born." it's all Y/N hears Tara say before pushing her towards the car.

"Baby I-" "If another word comes out of your mouth during this ride I swear to fucking God you won't be able to talk again." Instead of getting scared like a normal person at Tara's state, Y/N immediately feels her panties getting drenched just by the tone of her voice making her shut up.

After a while it was too much for Y/N, even the slightest movements from the car were torturing her, making her try to get just a little friction, getting frustrated when it wasn't enough. She needed Tara to touch her and waiting to get home wasn't an option at that point. Slowly and a little unsure, Y/N looks over to the girl on her left and notices how she's looking straight at the road clenching her perfect jaw. The sight makes Y/N almost stop functioning in her drunk state,  so without even thinking she pushes her dress up slowly allowing herself to run her fingers softly along my clothed slit, a heavy satisfied breath comes out of her mouth making the mad girl to look at her.

Tara stops the car abruptly and grabs Y/N's neck slamming her hard against the seat which makes her gasp loudly mixed with a moan.

 "First you let someone else touch you right in front of me and now you're going to try to touch yourself without asking me?!" I shiver and feel her hand getting tighter around my neck

I look her in the eyes seeing that they're really dark with a mix of anger, desire and possessiveness.

"I-I..." Tara moves her hand from my neck and grabs my jaw hard making me look at her.

"Didn't I warn you what would happen if you talked?! Don't fucking test me." Y/N feels herself get lost in the moment by Tara's beautiful eyes and can only allow herself to nod at the words.

Tara doesn't move her hand still grabbing the other's jaw while her eyes glance between Y/N's eyes and lips several times. The wet girl feels a huge urge to kiss her girlfriend but before she could try to move Tara lets her go and starts driving again without saying another word, leaving Y/N incredibly aroused and unable to talk or move.

Y/N looks out of the window with her dress still up, grabbing the sides of her seat to try to not touch herself. She swears she had seen Tara mad before but never like this, she's more scared of her silence than when she's yelling.

When they pull over Tara quickly gets out of the car slamming the door hard and goes to Y/Ns side. She doesn't give the other girl time to even process what's going on. Tara opens her door and grabs her hair pulling her out of the car and push Y/N inside the house.

 Slamming the door behind them, Tara pushes the girl against it hard, taking the opportunity to kiss her deeply letting her feel all the mixed emotions. Y/N immediately moans on the cherry flavored lips against her own which makes Tara smirk knowing she already has Y/N on her knees without even trying.

Y/N pushes herself on Tara and lets her hands getting lost inside the raven hair she adores. Gripping it to pull her closer, Y/N feels Tara's hands on the sides of her hips pulling the dress more up, showing all of her lacy black panties that were obviously soaked, making her sigh in anticipation. But before she gets what she wanted so badly, Y/N feels her wrists getting grabbed hard and pinned against the door.

Y/N whines, "N-no, please let me touch you" Tara chuckles lowly at how frustrated and needy her girl is.

Tara puts her thigh in between her legs and whispers really close to her lips, "You have to earn your right to touch me like a good little slut we both know you are"

Tara feels Y/N's body shivering under her touch and words making her smirk. A moan comes out of Y/N's parted lips and they lock eyes.

Tara takes the opportunity to grip her wrists tighter and moves her thigh up and down giving Y/N the bit of the friction she was dying for. The needy girl's hips immediately move along with the rhythm and her moans become louder and louder by the second, still locking their eyes.

"You're really wet for me aren't you baby? I swear I can feel the heat through the clothes, it's so pathetic, I just started." Tara confidently says while pressing her leg harder. Y/N moans loudly throwing her head back against the door, noticing how their lips were dangerously close, she takes the opportunity to try to kiss her, however she feels the girl moving back, making her whine.

"M-mommy p-please..." Y/N begs with her eyes closed in between heavy breaths, the sight of her so vulnerable turns Tara on so much. She grabs her jaw and makes Y/N look at her.

Tara says while looking at her lips, "You wanted to play with me princess didn't you, so let's play and see how much you can handle."

Before she could say anything Tara once again grabs a fist full of her hair and drags her to the bedroom upstairs.

Tara pushes the vulnerable girl on the bed face down and a loud moan from comes out of her lips. At this point she could feel her wetness dripping slightly down her legs, which made her even wetter if possible.

"Don't. Move." Tara says in a very stern tone. Not wanting to push her even more, Y/N just listens and doesn't move a millimeter. 

However, after a few minutes, Y/N couldn't wait anymore and she closes my legs hard rubbing them together trying to feel some kind of pleasure discreetly. 

She flinches at the sound of the door slamming shut, but doesn't even dare to look at her girlfriend.

"Take your dress and panties off, but leave your panties on. Now." Y/N quickly obeys and lays back down on her stomach waiting for Tara to do something.

Y/N feels her sit on her back, allowing her to feel the heat between Tara's legs, making her roll her eyes and moaning. Tara grabs her wrists handcuffing the girl to the bed. Y/N feels her body tremble with all the thoughts that went through her mind of things that Tara could do to her.

The raven haired girl grabs Y/N's hair harshly and pulls her head back so she could whisper in her ear, "Now you're going to learn who you belong to baby, you need to understand you can't test me like that."

Y/N's body is so weak for Tara, she can't form words to answer so only moans can be heard. Tara smirks and starts sucking on the tied up girl's neck really hard, clearly wanting to mark her territory. As she sucks on the neck, Tara slowly starts grinding on Y/N's ass, only making the girl more desperate and moaning louder.

"You better be dripping down your legs Y/N. Show mommy how much of a slut you are and how bad you want to be fucked. I know you want to be my slut." She whispers the last part against Y/N's skin making her pussy react at the words and eyes rolled a bit.

"Please Tara I-i need you" She chuckles clearly proud and gets off of me and I immediately miss her heat.

"Ass up whore, you can keep your head in the pillow". Y/N does as she's told and hears Tara moan at the sight. Tara's hands grab Y/N's ass, spreading her, "Fuck you're so wet for me, so fuckable." She slaps her ass really hard only to hear a loud gasp and whimper.

"Don't think I forgot about the punishment doll." She keeps slapping Y/N's ass the same way until both lost count. Y/N can feel tears forming in her eyes and the skin burning.

However, she quickly forgets about the pain when she feels her nails running slowly up her inner thighs scratching the skin very gently, clearly torturing her.

"Beg like the good girl you are." Tara orders in a whispering tone while leaving bites Y/N's ass and on her inner thighs really close to her center. Y/N feels one of her hands rubbing her panties slightly brushing so softly on her sensitive clit.

"Please Tar, I need you so fucking much, I'm so wet for you, please fuck me mommy p-please" Y/N manages to say in between moans, feeling so desperate and needy. She loves begging for Tara.

Without a word, Tara pulls the panties to the side and starts teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue. Y/N feels her body tense up after the long wait. She pulls on the handcuffs while her face is buried in the pillow letting loud moans escape. Tara chuckles and the feeling of her breath hitting Y/N's pussy only makes her wetter. 

"Do you want more?" She asks as she licks from the clit to her hole really slowly. "Mhmmm-" Y/N whines in such a needy way that drives Tara crazy.

Tara rips the panties off aggressively and grabs Y/N's hair pushing her head down on the pillow. She feels Tara's hot breath against the skin of her neck making its way up slowly to Y/N's ear.

"I'm going to teach you who you belong to." As she finishes her sentence she slams two fingers inside Y/N not caring to go slow. Her pace is fast and really hard making the girl scream and moan uncontrollably.

She keeps the rhythm and starts sucking on her neck hard, "Look at you, being a slut for mommy." her words only makes the girl under her growl. Y/N pulls harder on the handcuffs wanting to grab Tara's hair to push her head closer to but whimpers leaves her lips when she can't touch her dark locks.

Y/N feels her smirk against her as she adds one finger more, fucking her senselessly with no mercy. The sound of her own wet pussy getting louder and louder as Tara's fingers go deep inside her pushes Y/N closer to the edge.

"M-mommy I'm g-gonna c-cum" Y/N manages to say on the edge of cumming.

"Not yet slut." She whimpers and bites the pillow trying her hardest not to cum, scared of the consequences. 

Suddenly Tara grabs her jaw from behind pulling her head back harshly and starts saying in her ear in a low tone, "Look at you acting like the slut you are, you're mine do you hear me, don't you ever for one second think it's okay to disrespect me like that and let someone else touch you again, understood? You're mine, say it!" 

Unable to form words, Y/N only moans and screams from having her fingers slamming hard deep inside her pussy.

Since she didn't get an answer, Tara takes out her fingers and puts them inside Y/N's mouth fucking it the way she was fucking her cunt. Y/N gags and moans at the taste of her own wetness on Tara's fingers.

"I'll repeat myself for the last time: Say you're mine Y/N." She says in a stern way while fucking Y/N's mouth.

While doing her best to not gag, she manages to say, "I'm all fucking yours", leaving Tara clearly pleased at those words.

She takes her fingers out and pats Y/N's cheek hard with her hand now covered in wetness and saliva, "Good fucking girl."

Before the girl could react she slams her slim long fingers back in her pussy while rubbing the clit which makes Y/N roll her eyes while screaming in the pillow.

She thrusts harder than before and the intense orgasm builds up again quickly. Tara notices Y/N  getting tighter around her fingers.

"Does my slut wanna cum?" She asks with an evil chuckle. Unable to form words, Y/N only lets out a loud moan "Mhmmmmmmm...."

With her free hand Tara pulls her hair back not slowing down her thrusts for one second, "Didn't hear you. Beg for it"

Y/N's legs start to shake aggressively and she can barely keep her eyes open, she's so close and holding it it's only making her wetter.

"Plea-please please let me cum m-mommy please", she manages to scream while gripping the handcuffs with both hands. She curves her fingers inside Y/N hitting the right spot over and over again, making the girl groan loudly.

"Who do you belong to? Who is the only person that can touch you, make you feel this good?" Who owns you?" She moans Y/N's ear feeling her so tight.

"You, you Tara you only you" Y/N quickly says, clearly desperate to cum, the pleasure is almost painful.

"Good girl, cum for me Y/N." As soon as those words leave her mouth, Y/N lets out a really loud scream along with the intense orgasm. It hits her so hard giving her such an incredible amount of pleasure that almost makes her brain shut off for a second.

After she cums, Tara let's go of the girls hair making her head fall in the pillow. Y/N almost blacks out, but the feeling of her three fingers deep inside her while Tara's tongue is on her clit brings her back to reality.

"B-baby-y pl-please, I c-can't." Y/N sobs, but Tara only slaps her ass, in a way of telling her to shut up and just take it.

It only takes a few thrusts and Y/N is about to cum again and Tara is fully aware. Her whole body is shaking like crazy and without being able to warn the dominant girl, Y/N cums once more.

She takes her fingers out fast and opens her mouth close to Y/N's pussy while rubbing her clit fast. This intense feeling makes the submissive girl squirt all over Tara's face.

"Fuuuuck" Y/N moans as loud as she could, this new feeling takes the rest of her strength out and her whole body gives up on the bed.

While trying calm down her rapid breathing, Y/N can feel Tara's tongue slowly and softly clean her dripping wet thighs and pussy. With care, she feels the tongue making its way to her ass, only making her moan softly at the dirty feeling.

When she finished licking every drop, her kisses go up Y/N's back slowly, leaving a track of love with every kiss. Tara lays on my back and takes the hair that's sticking on Y/N's face and neck cause of the sweat out of the way.

"You're mine, if you ever forget that or try to play me one more time like you did tonight, I'll fuck you so hard for such a long time you won't be left conscious baby. I own you." She warns the girl under her in between sweet kisses on her cheek and shoulder.

Y/N smiles at the mix of the hot warning words and sweet kisses. Y/N looks at Tara softly, clearly giving her heart eyes, "I'm yours."

Tara looks back at the soft girl and smiles. Both slowly leaning they share a soft, but long kiss that gives both butterflies.

They pull away and Tara reaches to take the handcuffs off. As she kisses the sore wrists, Y/N lays back on the pillow closing her eyes. She feels herself slowly falling asleep while the short angel plays with her hair gently and kisses her skin with such care that makes her melt.

"I love you Tara" I say quietly before falling asleep, "I love you too Y/N".

[yolehiho]

been mia. How are y’all?

#im back ig

[yolehiho]

Sid’s just like the fuck did I do, man?

[yolehiho]

im back, but im not writing anymore so

#its been a while lol

[yolehiho]

I WANT WHST THEY HAVE!1!1!2!1!1

Busy.

A/n: Requested by @yolehiho Warnings: NSFW, smut, GAYS, Tara Carpenter x reader, Tara Carpenter x fem reader (implied, no pronouns used), g!p Tara, sub Tara, masturbation, handjob (kinda), mommy kink, edging

"Tara I'm busy." You repeat, keeping your eyes glued to your laptop as your girlfriend groans. "Please I- I need it so so bad baby..." Tara whines, trying to get comfortable beside you on the couch. She's sporting a hard-on concealed by the rough material of her jeans, and you almost take pity on her. Almost. "No. You can wait."

She grumbles but says nothing, shifting around on the couch relentlessly. She's managed to irritate you without speaking a word and you aren't enthused with she silent interruptions. "Tara."

"Hm?..." her hazy eyes look up at you.

"Either stay still or fucking leave." You spit out.

"Y/n. Baby. I can't you know I can't...please." You have little to no patience for your needy girlfriend at the moment, and would love nothing more than to get your work done in peace. "Go deal with it yourself then." "I- it doesn't feel good. It doesn't feel the same as when you touch me..." This piques your interest slightly, as you look away from the screen to match her half-lidded gaze. "Mommy?..." she whispers, looking up at you with big doe eyes. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Tara won and she knows it. There's a shit-eating grin on her face, and she's well aware that she'll be getting the relief she so desperately needs. Much to Tara's surprise, your eyes shift back to your laptop and you continue typing. "Wha-" "Take your pants off." I interrupt. She does so diligently. "Boxers too." She bites her lip in anticipation and takes off her underwear as well. Tara's cock stands tall and erect against her clothed abdomen. "God you're so pathetic Tar... I can practically see you pulsing." you say, scoffing. You notice her in your peripheral vision, trembling with excitement. "I won't be touching you." She whines loudly, throwing her head back in displeasure. "You will be touching yourself...as I ask you to, understand?" Tara's eyes widen and she blushes furiously. "You're not going to touch me?..." she whimpers out. "Nope." You turn your attention back to the laptop. "Are you going to keep working?" She asks breathlessly, her hips twitching occasionally. "I most certainly am. Can't prioritize you over work, now can I, baby?" You say teasingly. Tara is well aware that she's your priority, yet that doesn't stop her from whining and shifting her hips again. Her tip is red and drooling precum. Feigning sympathy you pout as she whimpers at the lack of stimulation. "Oh you poor thing. Go ahead and touch yourself, my love."

Tara instantly wraps a hand around her hard cock, moaning loudly at the feeling. She starts with a vigorous pace, stopping every few seconds to squeeze at the flushed, achy head. "Slow down. Don't touch the tip." You say bluntly, eyes never wavering from your work. A high-pitched whine tears out of your girlfriend's throat. Her mouth is agape, looking at you for any semblance of pity. "M-mommy..."

"Did I stutter?" Tara's eyebrows furrow but she stays silent, listening to your instructions: slowing her pace, and not touching the leaky tip of her dick. "Good girl." you say lovingly, glancing at Tara momentarily before resuming your typing once more. She moans softly at the praise, jerking her hips harshly into her own hand. She looks at you as she gets herself off, carefully analyzing the features of your face. "Speed up Tar." I say, matching her needy gaze. She nods her head desperately. "C-can I t-touch my..." "Go ahead." "Fuck thank- thank you mommy" Tara's pace is increased tenfold, chasing her release desperately as she squeezes her reddened head and pumps her throbbing shaft with vigor. You know she's close. It's easy to tell. Her pupils are dilated, cheeks flushed crimson red, and hips bucking wildly into her hand, her moans loud and frequent. "Oh Tara..." you say mockingly. She bites her lip and closes her eyes...she knows exactly what you're about to say. "Hold it."

Despite being aware of your intentions she groans and whimpers loudly nonetheless, her hand stopping.

"Did I say you could stop?" You turn to her, quirking an eyebrow and rubbing your thumb along her bottom lip. She shakes her head, returning to her previous pace, clearly excited for the sliver of attention she's receiving from you. "You're so good for mommy, Tara." her eyes never leave your own and she whimpers breathlessly. The newfound attention and praise brings Tara close to her orgasm yet again. Only this time she tries to hide it. She bites her tongue stifling her noises and tries to keep her hips as still as possible. Tara needs to cum and she needs to now.

But you notice. Of course you do, you can read Tara like a book.

Setting your laptop aside you lean forward, whispering in her ear. "Don't you dare fucking cum without permission."

You press a kiss to her temple before pulling back as her eyes widen and her hand reluctantly slows. "I need to!" she whines on the verge of tears.

Your eyes narrow looking at the desperate girl in front of you. "Keep going baby, you're doing well." you say as you rub a hand down her clothed chest and stomach.

Her hand speeds up again, looking at you with watery eyes. "I can't...I can't take much more." Swiping the pads of your thumbs under her eyes, you brush away any tears that have fallen. "I know...I know." you coo, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"You're almost there, love."

Tara nods her head quickly, her body shaking slightly as she starts to sob. "P-please...mommy i'm s-so close." Your hand reaches down, thumbing the tip of her pulsing cock and Tara moans loudly. She grinds herself up into the small contact you're giving her with your thumb.

"Please, please, please...c-can I cum?? Mommy I need to...please...can I?" She babbles out. Your thumb and forefinger harshly squeeze the head of her pulsing dick and she screams out, jerking wildly into your hand and her own. "Cum for mommy, Tara. Go ahead, baby." You whisper, using your free hand to brush her hair out of her face. The second you grant her permission she cums all over her shirt, her hand, and your own hand. Her hips still bucking, she whimpers and groans, prolonging the pleasure as long as possible.

"Good?" You ask, kissing the top of her head before helping her clean herself up with some tissues on the table in front of the couch.

"So good. Yes thank you." She gasps out still clearly out of breath. "Need your inhaler Tar?" You ask not unkindly, tilting her head up to look at you. She shakes her head and makes herself comfortable leaning against you. "Did you finish your work?" She asks, yawning. You snort "No...I got a little distracted." You respond, nudging her in the side. She giggles, her cheeks blushing slightly again. "I figured I would finish when you go to sleep." "Sounds good." She says sleepily. Tara is fast asleep mere minutes later. You open your laptop again, finishing your work peacefully, blissfully content with the silence of your sleeping girlfriend leaning against you.

[yolehiho]

my fave genre of melissa pics is just

[yolehiho]

Y/n: Tara, you won't believe what's happening! *starts to rambling*

*Tara admires you*

Y/n: What are you doing?

Tara: You can't imagine how much I'm in love with you.

Y/n: Oh...that's nice

[yolehiho]

Okay imagine... IMAGINE g!pVada fucking the shit out ya like really going at it thinking y'all are home alone just for her mom to come home and seeing as Vada's always like "you have to knock!" Her mum just walks in to say hi, not knowing her daughters girlfriend was over 😭

Bonus: Vada cums hardcore just as her mom walks in, embarrassing EVERYONE 💀💀

NOT THE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT. i would be embarrassed to face her mom 💀

#anon #g!p vada

[yolehiho]

she’s the type to be like ‘we have food at home.’ whenever Tara + the twins beg her to buy them food in public

she’s also gonna be the first person to bitch about how expensive everything is nowadays

[yolehiho]

Sam: Y/n isn’t answering their phone.

Tara: I’ll call.

Sam: Mindy and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Y/n: Hello?

[yolehiho]

LMAO

y/n: hey, kate, you're half filipino, right?

kate, shrugging: yep, why?

y/n with curious eyes: what's the tagalog for i love you?

kate, subtly smirking: oh, it's putangina mo.

y/n: really? wow, thanks! putangina mo, kate! you're the best!

kate: *laughs wickedly*

*y/n jogs to find natasha, the girlfriend*

y/n, giggling: hey, babe, putangina mo!

nat, who knows pretty much every language, frowns: baby.. say what?

y/n, grinning proudly: putangina mo, natasha! *moves to kiss nat, but the redhead pulls back*

nat, now glaring: ...why would you say that?

y/n, pouts: it means i love you! don't you love me, too?

nat, shock: what the—who taught you that, detka?

y/n, confused: uh, kate?

nat, sighing deeply: okay... *nods repeatedly with clenched jaw* friday, tell kate bishop to run for her life because i'm coming for her. *sprints away quickly*

y/n, frowning as she mumbled: so... she doesn't love me anymore?

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putangina mo means you motherfucker :)