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I had an idea for that g!p Regina thing. Janis is being a brat and embarrassing Regina Infront of their friends on purpose. Anyways Regina gets angry it escalates. I just need more Sub!Janis lol. Just a suggestion lmao.

Trouble maker

pairing: Regina x Janis

content warning(s): Smut, g!p Regina, angry sex, slight manipulation

summary: Janis being a brat In front of the Plastic's, embarrassed Regina pulls her away to deal with her.

a/n: Thanks for the suggestion, I actually liked this idea a lot. Sorry it took so long to answer, but at last! Here it is.

Chatter filled the lunch room as usual, the smell of various foods filling the air.

The plastics sat at their table accompanied by Regina’s girlfriend, Janis. Janis was there for her girlfriend, however Regina was just on her phone as usual, not adding much to the conversation, and not taking much from her plate. Janis was sick of it to be honest. Regina did invite her to the table, and they were official, so why wasn't she getting anything from the blonde? It was so long since Regina had done anything with her as a matter of fact.

 It’s been too long since she felt it inside of her..

“Janis you alright? You’ve been staring at the wall like a possessed squirrel!” Karen exclaimed, looking at the wall for anything that might be there. Janis snapped back and just nodded, as the random conversation continued.

Janis watched Regina finally took a bite of her food, her lips wrapping around the fork as she swallowed it slowly. She really wished that was her.

If Regina wasn't going to give her the attention, she’d just have to make her. She smiled to herself because she knew exactly how she was going to do it. 

“Say, How’s your sex life guys?” Janis asked, a sly smirk painted on her face. Regina looked up from her device, her eyebrows creasing in genuine confusion on why Janis would ask something like that. 

“Oh it's great! We always try out new things… oh just yesterday while we were scis-”

“Shut up.” Regina sighed, dropping her phone at just the thought. “I'm sure Janis wasn't asking for details like that.” 

“What if I was? I want to hear about theirs because it's way more interesting than ours.” Janis responded, getting a little giggle from the girls.

“Haha. Very funny, you know ours is interesting.” Regina scoffed, her full attention on Janis. She was confused on why this was suddenly a problem.

Janis giggled at how easy Regina was. She leaned in to whisper something into Gretchen's ear, glancing back at the blonde ever so often.

Regina didn't like to feel left out in anything, especially at her own table. It made her blood boil, It pissed her off. 

“Stop Janis, what are you even talking about?”

“Oh nothing much, just on how you're such a virgin! Gosh have you ever had sex before?” She teased, perfectly hitting Regina where she was sensitive.

She knew Regina had sex before, just not a lot being that she had this special thing about her, it made her different from other girls.

Regina’s lips pressed together, her grip on the fork was getting quite deadly. She took a deep breath before saying anything.

“Janis stop your nonsense, we can talk about this someplace else.” Regina glanced at the plastics, “Not here, not now.” She said, taking a sip of her milk.

“Why? Because you can’t admit you can't pleasure a woman with that dick of yours?” Janis inquired, her head tilting slightly, the lunch room sound progressively diminishing. 

Regina choked on her milk, her face red at Janis’s words. She looking around to make sure nobody else heard. Karen and Gretchen sat completely still, looking at each other occasionally to make sure they were witnessing the same thing.

“What did you just fucking say?” 

“I said, you're not good in bed!”

Regina got up abruptly, grabbing Janis’s wrist and yanking her up with her. Regina mumbled to herself while storming out of the lunch room, Janis forced to follow.

“Since you wanna be such a fucking brat, seems like i’m going to have to treat you as one!” She grunted, pushing open the bathroom door. The girls who were smoking looked at them funny, laughing at them even.

“Everyone get the FUCK out right now!” Regina demanded, yelling at everyone, even the people in the stalls. After everyone was cleared out, she slammed and locked the door. 

“Just what were you thinking? Embarrassing me in front of them!” She yanks Janis’s pants and underwear in one swift go, her cunt already wet for her.

She was pushed up on the sink, adrenaline masked the pain, but that was definitely going to bruise.

“Wow Regina.. You seem worked up, did I hurt your ego?” Janis chuckled, she watched Regina got flustered but it was pushed away quickly. She looked at Regina from the mirror, her ass in the perfect view.

She saw as Regina unbuckled her quite expensive belt, dropping it to the floor in a hurry. 

She shimmed down her skirt, kickin it away with her heels, before returning her attention to Janis. 

“Little George is looking pretty in that, don't you think?” Janis teased, noticing Regina’s panties, it was the lacy black pair with the little bows, the one Janis picked out for her in the mall. It was sexy, and it showed off her boner perfectly. 

“Your getting pretty cocky for someone whos gonna be railed into this fucking sink.” Regina grunted, her hands roughly gripping on Janis’s hips.

“And you're getting cocky for someone who's super hard right now. Don’t tell me you're into being humiliated...” Janis was on a teasing role today, and it made Regina’s mind fog with anger. She was so pissed off she couldn't even make a proper response.

“Fuck you!” Regina gave Janis a harsh smack on her ass before shoving two fingers in her soaked cunt. 

“Yeah.. fuck me.” Janis moaned out, her hands gripping the sink for stability. She grinded on Regina’s fingers, her face begged for what she wanted. She wanted to get railed so badly into the counter that it would break. Both her and the sinks. She panted and gave Regina pleading eyes, as if she had been a good girl.

“They're going to hear you scream my name.” Regina snarled, her hand rubbing herself as she pulled her drenched fingers from the girl. Janis gasping at the emptiness.

Regina glanced at the mirror, it was perfect she could watch Janis’s pretty face get ruined while she pounded her from behind. 

Regina yanked down her underwear, holding up her shirt by her mouth as she rubbed Janis's wetness over all seven inches.

Despite dating for months Janis’s reaction to her length never bored her, it was so reassuring.

Regina grabbed the sides of Janis’s waist, lining herself up with Janis’s throbbing cunt, not waiting a second to start at her brutal pace. 

She slid into her, not even giving her a second to adjust to her size

“F-fuck!” Janis croaked, her neck craning as she was forced to stare at herself in the mirror, Regina’s eyes meeting hers. Regina’s hips slammed into Janis’s ass, making it sting definitely leaving a mark. 

“Shitt” Regina hissed into the fabric, her hands immediately reaching for Janis’s hair, she held it tightly, she pulled it with force, and she found it incredibly hot.

Explicit sounds filled the bathroom. If the top windows weren't open it would have fogged over. Regina slammed her cock into Janis with such urgency it was making the sinks shake.

Regina dropped the shirt to throw her head back in ecstasy, a powerful moan breaking from her lips.

Janis felt so good around her, she felt as the girl clenched tighter with every thrust. Sweat formed on Janis’s face as she got closer and closer to the edge. Every gasp for air was knocked right out of her.

“Why were you being such a bitch today? Huh?” Regina grunted, she pronounced every word with a deep thrust.

“You know why-” Her body twitching, she felt Regina’s harsh gaze it weighed her down. 

“Use your big girl voice and tell me.” 

“I wanted to end up right here, fucked like a slut- on the bathroom sink-” 

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you like this for so long..” 

“Regina- i’m, i'm going to-”

“Do it.”

And with that, Janis's body tensed up, as she came, her head slumping forward as she soaked Regina’s cock. 

“F-fuck!” Regina’s voice cracked, groaning loudly, shamelessly, she gave Janis one deep thrust before coming inside of her. Regina’s legs shaking slightly. She let go of Janis's hair, her hands sliding down her back.

Janis moaned from the feeling of thick hot strands coming filling her. Regina’s cock twitched for a little bit, every drop she had pouring inside Janis.

“Good job little George..” Janis weakly chuckled.

“Shut up- im not fucking you again.” They both laughed.

A loud banging came from the door, Damian's voice blaring loudly:

“ARE YALL DONE? LET'S GO!!” 

Regina pulled out, her come spilling from Janis, running down her leg and dripping to the floor. Janis stared at it for a while, inhaling deeply as she tried to keep her face calm.

“You didn’t pull out..?” 

“Whatever you’re like on birth control right?” Regina shrugged, tucking her limp dick away, pulling her skirt up quickly.

“No. I’m not..” Janis sighed, she finnished getting dressed,she was just recollecting herself in the mirror.

“I’m sure an abort-”

“REGINA NO-”

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Give Me Something to Die For

Pairing- Sam Carpenter x female reader

Word Count- 6.5k

Summary-You meet Sam after she has a drink thrown in her face and you offer her your jacket. The interaction leads to more than you would ever expect

Warnings- NSFW, fingering, vaginal sex, strap on sex, temperature play, knife play, minor overstimulation, mirror sex

Sam's also a bit ooc, sorry

Taunts are flung and then a drink goes flying and you watch absolutely horrified before stepping in between the group of three girls and the woman they are taunting.

“Don’t you have something better to be doing with your time,” you voice harshly, your eyes as cold as the wind whipping around us.

The girls lower their phones as you continue to hold their gaze and be a shield between the two parties. The tension eases from your shoulders as they finally move off, and with a sigh of relief you turn and look at the soaked woman.

“Hey are you okay,” you ask softly, trying not to spook the other woman.

She looks up and you, sighs softly, and nods. “I’m fine, just a bit shaken. It’s not every day someone throws a drink in my face and calls me a murderer,” she mutters softly, her jaw clenched in frustration. “It’s just stupid rumors that won’t die.”

You nod, not exactly sure what to make of the other woman’s statement. You pull off your jacket and hand it to the woman as you notice her shiver in the night air.  You are thankful that for once you are wearing layers.

She takes the offered jacket with a grateful nod, slipping it on with a murmured “Thanks”. “I swear, some people just won’t leave me alone after they read Gale Weathers most recent book,” she says, rolling her eyes, frustration painted clearly on her face.

“I’m sorry. People are assholes, clearly.”

She shrugs. “It’s not your fault. I just wish people would use their brains before believing everything they read on the internet.” She pauses, looking at you curiously. “You at least don’t seem to think I’m a murderer.” She gives you a half smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“I don’t know you so I just see someone having a shitty night.” You look her over, “Keep the jacket, it looks good on you.”

She grins at you, “Well if you insist.” She adjusts the jacket, and zips it up, making herself more comfortable. “You are really sweet you know that? Not many people would stick up for me like that.”

You shove your hands in your jean pockets, “Yeah well, everyone deserves to have someone care about them. Even if it is a random stranger.”

The woman’s expression softened and she meets your gaze warmly, “You are right…. And I’m glad that you were that someone for me tonight.” She takes a step closer, leaning into you slightly, “Would you like to come back to my place for a bit? I could use some company.”

You smile softly, “You know what fuck it, sure.”

She smiles back, and gestures back the way you came from, “It’s just down the way and to the left. So do you actually have a name, or should I just call you “kind stranger”?” She teases softly, gently nudging your shoulder as you walk together.

You offer your name and you can see the flicker of something in her dark brown eyes.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Sam, Sam Carpenter.” She says as if expecting a reaction to the name, her eyes flickering across your body as you walk alongside her. She smiles widely as the two of you approach her building, pulling you with her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had shown her such care without some ulterior motives.

The two of you walk up several flights of stairs and Sam’s hand in yours feels like a promise but you don’t know of what.

Sam unlocks the front door gesturing for you to come in. “Make yourself at home, I’m going to go and change out of this, I don’t want to smell like cherry coke for the rest of the night.” She disappears down the hall and you watch her go.

You decide to sit on the couch and look around the space, it is cozy and doesn’t feel cluttered in the way that some New York apartments can be. It is also bigger than most.

Sam returns to find you sitting on the couch looking at ease with your knees tucked up under you, your shoes having been kicked off.  “So can I get you anything? A drink, some snacks? I think we have some chips and some popcorn.”

You can’t help but smile at how flustered Sam seems, this is a far cry from the woman whose eyes had blazed with fury when facing down those women.

“Water would be lovely,” you answer, wanting at least something to hold in your hands and something to drink.

“Sure, one water coming right up,” Sam replies heading to the kitchen. As she stood at the sink filing the glass you catch Sam looking at you but pretend not to notice.

“Hey, how are you feeling,” you ask wanting to break the silence but also genuinely wanting to know.

“I’m better thanks to you, “Sam says returning to the living room with two glasses of water. She passes one to you before settling on the couch next to you. “You and your jacket were a lifesaver- both literally and metaphorically.” She says with a playful grin.

“Glad I could be of service,” you say with a wink.  You take a sip of water to ease your nerves with your blatant flirting.

Sam smirks, “You are funny, and I like that.” She leans back into the couch, tucking her feet under her as well. She glances up at you, watching for a beat. “You know, I haven’t really had the chance to do this in a long time.”

You look at her puzzled, the woman is gorgeous, how has she not had heaps of attention thrown her way. “A chance to do what,” you ask questioningly.

Sam pauses and seems to consider her next words carefully, “A chance to relax around someone who isn’t my sister, or my immediate friend group. It’s the first time I feel like I can let my guard down, in a very long time and that is rare for me. I’m usually the overprotective paranoid one.”

You take another sip of water and can’t help but wonder just what this woman has gone through to feel this way. “You deserve to be able to relax Sam. I know I’m a literal stranger but I’m glad that I can give you a bit of that.”

Sam’s eyes welled with unshed tears, “Why are you being so nice to me?” She looks at you, her gaze searching and vulnerable. “I’m not a good person, I’ve don’t things to protect myself but there is darkness inside me,” she whispers as a tear finally rolls down her cheek.

You set the water on the table and move closer so you can hold one of her hands. “Hey, no. Don’t talk about yourself like that. I may not know you but everyone has a bit of darkness inside of them. It is how we handle it that defines us.”

You watch as Sam’s eyes flick behind you, before settling back on you.

Sam however sees something entirely different, the visage of her dead father, Billy Loomis. She wants to believe your words, but seeing him just confirms her feelings.

“You seem really sweet Sam, I don’t know what ghosts are haunting you but I hope you know you are more than that,” you say giving her hand a squeeze.

Sam lets out a watery chuckle, wiping away the tears. “Sweet? Oh no, I’ve been called many things but ‘sweet’ is not usually one of them.” Sam squeezes your hand back, running a thumb across your knuckles. “But thank you, I appreciate it.”

You reach out to cup her cheek, but freeze halfway, unsure if the contact would be welcome.

Seeing you hesitate, Sam reaches out and grabs your hand and guides it to her face. She leans into it and an electric thrill passes between you. Her eyes close briefly and when they open again they are darker, “You can touch. I want you to, I want to feel something,” she says holding you there while her fingers are still tangled with your left hand. “Stay the night?”

You nod shakily, not expecting it but certainly not against it.

The moment is broken by a red head walking through the front door, with what I assume is her boyfriend and head through the living room to what I assume is the red heads room. “Hey Sam, sorry for the noise,” the red head says with a taunting smirk, before shutting her door.

You watch as Sam’s eyes narrow. “Thanks for the heads up Quinn,” she says with a growl. Sam stands from the couch and reaches to pull you up with her.

You follow Sam’s lead and are surprised and her strength and a bit turned on by it. As soon as you hear Quinn’s loud noise you realize why Sam is pulling you down the hall she disappeared down earlier.

Sam’s jaw is clenched and her grip on your hand tightens as the sounds of sex seem to echo in the apartment. ‘Fucking typical, “she growls under her breath. The sounds of Quinn’s moans, and the guy’s grunts filtered through the thin walls, and Sam’s eyes flash with annoyance and something else. She turns to you and cups your face, her dark eyes meeting your own.

“Hey, easy. It’s not like I haven’t had my fair share of roommates and heard them having sex. Its awkward but it is what it is,” you say softly, trying to sooth Sam as you feel her fingers flex.

“Sorry,” Sam mutters softly, leaning forward to rest her forehead against your own. “I just hate that she can bring home whatever guy of the week she wants and I can’t have what I want…” She trails off, her body tensing as Quinn lets out a particularly loud cry. Sam couldn’t help the growl that escaped her, her body pressing into yours as the two of you stand in the hallway.

“What do you want,” you rasp out softly, the noises and Sam’s proximity to you affecting you.

Sam’s breath hitched as she looked into your eyes. “I want…” she hesitates, and you can feel her trembling against you. “I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you so badly and then take you to my bed and drown out Quinn’s noise with our own.”

“Please,” you groan out, wanting that more than you’d care to admit. The woman was exactly your type.

With a low groan of her own Sam crushes her lips against your own, pouring all of her frustration and desire into the kiss. Her hands grip your waist, pulling your bodies as flush as they can be as her tongue darts into your mouth deepening the kiss.

You kiss back, letting your tongue tangle with hers in your mouth. Your hands move down to grip her ass as you roll your hips into her.

Sam’s hands tighten against your waist as she feels your hands on her ass. She breaks the kiss, panting and resting her forehead against your own. “Not here,” she whispers hoarsely. “My room. Now,” She says reaching behind her to fumble with the door knob.

You nod, not trusting your words.

Sam pulls you into her room and slams the door; she pushes you onto the bed, growling for you to wait there.  She grabs something you don’t quite see and steps into the bathroom attached to her room.

Your heart is pounding into your chest and between your legs and you feel like all the moisture in your mouth has evaporated as you wait for this beautiful woman who clearly wants to fuck you.

When Sam appears again she is wearing a pair of loose sweats although the same shirt. Her eyes are dark as they rake over you. She pulls you from your seat on the edge to back you up against her door. She leans in and attacks your neck with hungry little kisses and bites as her hands roam your body.

You can’t help the moan that falls from your lips as you lean into her touch and spread your legs as heat pools low.

Sam growls and slides her hand between your thighs cupping you over your jeans. She grinds the heel of her hand against you, feeling you move against her. She pulls back from your neck and lifts the edge of your shirt, “Off.”

You’ve never moved quicker, quickly pulling your shirt over your head grateful that you took your jacket off when you arrived at Sam’s place.

Sam eyes you appreciatively, taking in your newly bared skin and the black bra you are wearing. Your chest is heaving and you wonder if she can feel just how wet you are. She grinds the seam of your pants against you just right and you shudder against her. “Fuck, Sam.”

Sam leans in and captures your lips in another searing kiss, swallowing down your next moan. Her deft hands move from touching you to making quick work of the button and zipper on your pants before she pushes the pants down to your knees keeping you trapped. Dark brown eyes meet your own as she slips a finger between your folds, groaning at the wetness she finds there.

You aren’t shy about showing her what you want, grinding down on her fingers. “Inside please, fuck,” you whine, your voice dripping with want.

Swiping her fingers through your wetness she slowly pushes two inside of you, watching you take them.  She curls her fingers finding that spot inside of you that makes you shudder and push against her. Sam is panting as she slowly pumps her fingers while staring intently at you, watching your every little reaction. “Look at me, “she rasps, when your head falls back against the door.

You meet her gaze as you feel your arousal pooling between your legs and coating Sam’s hand. You meet her thrusts and can hear the door making noise as you move but you don’t care. You want this.

Sam’s pupils are dilated seeing the raw unfiltered desire on your face. She quickens her pace, her fingers moving faster, the sounds of wet fucking filling the room along with breathless pants and moans. Her breath hitches as she feels you tighten around her fingers. “Say it, “she growls, her voice low and demanding.

“Fuck me, let me cum,” you moan softly, almost unable to get the words out.

Sam’s face flushes and your words spur her onward. She adds a third finger and you feel the stretch of it, thighs trembling. She moves faster, curling her fingers while her other hand comes up to grope one of your bra clad breasts.

You are lost to the pleasure of it as you whimper, “God yes Sam, use me.” You are embarrassed with how quickly this woman is making you unravel but you can’t find it in yourself to really care.

Sam’s control seems to snap; she withdraws her hand and spins you around to face the door. She makes sure your hands are pressed flat against the surfaces as she pulls your jeans the rest of the way off, along with your underwear and your bra. They are tossed to the side.

“Keep your hands there,” she growls as you hear movement behind you. You don’t turn to look but every part of you is so focused on her.

You feel her step up behind you and feel more than just her naked body pressed along your back; you feel her sliding a length between your legs from behind and the leather straps on her hips brushing the back of your things.

Sam moves back and forth for a minute before she lines herself up and slides inside slowly. She works herself in until you’ve taken her all. She leans over her breath hot against your ear. “Don’t move,” she whispers, voice shaky with barely held restraint.

“Fuck, did you go and put on a strap just for me,” you moan softly, feeling so full.

Sam nods, gritting her teeth, fighting to keep still. She wants nothing more than to move and fuck into you hard and fast but she wants this to be good for you. She leans down and kisses your neck, before biting into the same skin marking you.

“Shut up and stay still,” she growls, her restraint just about gone. You don’t move; instead do exactly what she asks of you as you relax against her.

Sam feeling you relaxing pulls back and snaps her hips forward drawing a cry from your lips. She sets up a punishing pace, having already worked you up with her fingers. Her hips meet yours with a loud slap each time she fucks into you, the door rattling under you as you moan.

You feel your resolve to not speak crumbling and finally give in. “Fuck yes, please fuck me. God fill me up.”

Sam groans at your pleas, her thrusts growing more erratic. She buries her face in your neck, inhaling your scent. “God your look so good taking me. I’m filling your little cunt so good,” she pants out. Sam wraps her arms around you, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other moving up to cover your mouth. “Bite down if it becomes too much baby,” she rasps out, her hips jerking forward in short brutal thrusts.

Sam continues to fuck you with reckless abandon, the hand on your stomach moving down to rub your clit. The strap-on was making lewd sounds as it fucked in and out of your pussy but it just seemed to drive the other woman onward. Sam couldn’t seem to get enough; she bites down on your shoulder as she nears her own release, marking you possessively.

With all of the simultaneous stimulation you shatter around her, cumming hard and squirting. Sam lets out a feral growl and continues thrusting, not giving you space to breath. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock,” she says, her voice strained with her impending release.

“Fuck please Sam, I wanna feel you cum. Wanna hear you,” you moan brokenly as she works your body over.

Sam’s movements become erratic, her thrusts losing their rhythm. With a final deep thrust she buries herself to the hilt and cums with a sharp cry.

You can’t help but fall apart again with how sensitive you are. The two of them stay entwined like that as you both come down from your respective orgasms.

Sam waits a moment to make sure you are steady before she pulls out of you and god you feel so empty without her. You turn around and look at her like that, hair thoroughly mussed and her strap coated with your juices.

Sam can’t help but smirk, “God you are so sexy.” You blush as she slowly pulls you to her and leads you to the bathroom. Its surprisingly large with two sinks, a huge mirror and plenty of countertop space.

Sam unbuckles the strap and sets it on the counter next to the sink for cleaning. She turns to you and lifts you up to sit on the counter. Grabbing a washcloth, she gets it wet with warm water and gently cleans you off with warm water. “You were so good baby, “she whispers softly, watching as you still tremble.

Sam grins tossing the washcloth aside before stepping in between your thighs. “You’re so sensitive right now that just my touch makes you quiver doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whisper shakily.

Sam leans in to kiss you, her fingers once again exploring your swollen folds. “Good,” she murmurs against your lips. “Because we are just getting started sweetheart,” she says before she slips two fingers back inside of you. “Want to try something?”

“What did you have in mind,” you say with a gasp as she fills you again.

Sam’s eyes glittered in the light of the bathroom as she she withdraws her fingers slowly, teasingly. “Have you ever tried temperature play? It can heighten everything.”

You shake your head, “I’ve never tried it.”

Sam steps away from you and returns holding a small glass toy along with a bottle of something else. She holds the toy up for you to see. The toy is sleek, clear and curved just a little. “This is a glass dildo. It is smooth, firm and conducts different temperatures beautifully.”

You eye the toy and the woman in front of you. With your heart thundering in your chest you nod in agreement. “Okay.”

Sam turns on the faucet to your right letting the cold water run for a minute, then runs the glass toy under it making sure it is nice and chilled. She dries it off before turning her attention back to you. “Open your legs for me baby,” she instructed, her voice firm and commanding.

You obey, your hands gripping the counter top as you are spread before her. Your heart is racing and it feels like it has traveled between your legs as you watch Sam step forward.

Sam positions herself between your thighs, the cool glass of the toy pressed gently against your heated opening. She teases it across your slit and lets the contrast in temperature send shivers through your body. “Feel that? The way the cold glass makes your hot, wet cunt quiver with need?”

You nod, biting your lip as you give into what your body is feeling.

With a gentle push Sam slowly slides the chilled glass into your pussy watching in delight as your eyes slip closed and a soft gasp escapes your lips.

“Fuck, you look so good around it. Taking it so well,” she murmurs, her fingers reaching up to rub your clit.

“Feels so good Sam,” you hoarsely whisper, your hips rolling.

Sam smiled wickedly at your praise, slowly fucking the glass toy in and out angling it to hit that spot inside of you. “Mmm, I’m glad you like it baby. Your pussy looks so good like this, taking this just for me.”

You are already shuddering, your breath coming in quick pants as you rock into her. Your hands are gripping the countertop with a white knuckled grip.

Sam pulls the glass toy out slowly, reveling in how your pussy clung to it, not wanting to let it go. She sets it to the side and grabs the bottle she brought with her. “You ready for the next part, sweetheart?”

A whimper falls from your lips as you tremble on the counter top, still spread wide for Sam.

Sam chuckles softly amused and aroused by your desperate little whimpers. She squeezed a generous amount of what you realize is warming lube on her fingers and your eyes go wide. “Impatient, are we?” She teased as she warms the slick fluid between her hands before moving to touch you. Sam rubs the lube over your clit and folds, the warm tingling sensation replacing the cool. She watches with fascination as your body reacts, skin flushing and hips rocking forward involuntarily. “Oh that feels hot, doesn’t it baby?”

You shudder against her fingers, “Fuck, god Sam, it feels so good.” You pant and try and get some control back but you are beyond that now.

Sam grins triumphantly ash she continues to rub the lube in, the sensation clearly driving you wild. ‘You like when I make you feel like this don’t you? All hot and desperate for more?”

You swallow hard. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone,” you gasp out.

Sam’s grin widened, she loved knowing what she was doing to you and knowing that she was giving you something no one else had. She gently parts your folds, just to see how wet you are for her.

“And to think all it took was giving my jacket to a stranger,” you gasp out.

Sam huffs out a small laugh as she washes her hands, she doesn’t want any of the warming lube actually in you. “Who knew such a simple act could lead to this?” She says as she steps back between your legs, sliding two fingers back inside of you and moving. “Lucky for you, I’m not just any stranger.”

“No you are just the hot stranger currently fucking my brains out,” I say with a gasp as I pull you closer, needing to touch you.

Sam chuckles at your breathless incoherent praise, her fingers fucking into you. She can feel your wet warmth around you and how you are already clenching against her. “You keep talking like that and I might stop,” she warns.

“Babe, you invited me back to your place and are currently fucking me in your bathroom while your roomie bangs her boy toy. I think we are long past stopping,” you say breathlessly, just barely able to get it out as she fucks me.

Sam’s thumb joins her fingers, rubbing your clit as she thrusts her fingers. She can’ feel your walls clenching around her fingers, the tight heat almost overwhelming. “You like that hug? You like when I fingerfuck you until you can’t even think straight?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Yes, you feel so good inside me,” you gasp out, voice trembling.

Sam’s voice lowered to a sultry growl. “Good, because I’m just getting started, baby. I’m gonna make you cum so hard again you’ll forget your name.” Her fingers moved faster, the wet sounds filling the bathroom.

“Please, fuck, god, oh god, please.”

Sam smirked as she felt your hips bucking against her had desperate for release. She curled her fingers just right, and made your vision swim. “That’s it, let go for me. Cum all over my fingers like the naughty girl that you are.”

You shudder in her hold, your head dropping forward as you cum, your thighs clamping down on her hand. One hand grips the counter top; the other holds her tighter to you.  “Fuck.”

As your orgasm crashes over you Sam continues to move her fingers drawing out the pleasure until you are a quivering mess. Only then did she slow her movements, gently removing her fingers from you. “Look at you, so pretty and spent just for me.”

Jesus, I pant heavily, trying to draw in air. I feel like an absolute boneless mess.

Sam leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, “And now I think it is time for the main even don’t you?” She pulls back and watches your reaction, slapping your thigh lightly before stepping out of the bathroom and your gaze follows her as she leaves.

She comes back with something wrapped in a towel, and sets it softly on the counter top next to you. You look at it curiously but she grabs your chin, “Focus on me baby, I need you to listen and be honest with me. How do you feel about knife play?”

The question throws you a little but honestly you’ve always thought that swords and knives are cool and have even wondered what using one during sex might me like. “When you say knife play, what exactly do you mean,” you ask hesitantly.

Sam smiles and unwraps the cloth to reveal a knife larger than you had expected. She hands it over to you, letting you hold it in your hands. You can see it has a clear cutting edge and a flat spine. Holding it in your hand sends a little thrill through you.

“It’s a Buck 120, I know it looks a little intimidating but I just want to hold the spine of the knife against your throat as I fuck you baby. Would that be okay?” Sam looks up at you with those dark eyes and you can’t help but not yes as you pass the knife back to her.

Sam sets the knife back on the counter and pulls you so you are standing before she slowly turns you to face the mirror. “I want you to watch this, babe.”

You look in the mirror and see what a ruined mess Sam has made of you.

Sam grins wickedly at your reflection, loving the dazed and thoroughly fucked expression on her face. Her eyes travel slowly down your body, lingering on the marks she had left, the bites and hickeys dotting her neck, thighs slick and coated in arousal.

You shudder as she grabs the knife and steps behind you and you tilt your head back as the cool metal grazes your throat.

Sam watches in the mirror, the way you arch your back and pull just slightly away from the knife. She nuzzles her face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

Your eyes slip closed as Sam nips at your skin, leaving yet another bite mark against your skin. How you had come to let this woman you’d only met a few hours ago use you like this is beyond you. “I don’t know how we came to be here but god, I fucking love it,” you rasp out, your eyes meeting Sam’s in the reflection.

Sam chuckles, her voice muffled against your flesh. “Let’s just say, you have an aura that screams “touch me, ruin me.” Sam nips and sucks along your neck and shoulders, marking you further.

“Do I,” you ask softly, shivering as you feel the cold metal shift.

Sam’s right hand moves down your front, palming at one of your breasts possessively. “Mmmhmm. It’s intoxicating to have such a sweet innocent thing like you.” She squeezed your breast in her hand, her thumb flicking over the hardened peak as she holds the knife firmly.

“You knew from the moment I handed you my jacket didn’t you,” I asked softly, my gaze trained on you in the mirror as you touched me.

Sam’s grin was predatory as she looked at you. “Oh, absolutely. The way you so selflessly helped me out, only for me to invite you back to my place. It was like you were silently daring me to take advantage of you.”

“Maybe I was,” I moan out softly.

Sam’s eyes flashed with dark amusement at your admission.  She leans in a little closer, her lips brushing your ear as she speaks in a low growl. “Naughty, naughty girl. Playing the sweet innocent thing while secretly begging to be ravished.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not playing anything.”

Sam’s hand slides down to grip your hip, pulling you flush against her muscular body, while still holding the knife steady. She rolls her hips grinding against your ass as she growls softly. “Then stop teasing, and give yourself to me completely. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”

“You have Sam, I’ve given you more than I have to anyone else,” you gasp breathlessly hoping she understands.

Sam’s breath hitches in her throat when she hears your words. She grinds her teeth together to keep from moaning, her grip on the knife wavering as her body tenses behind you. She had known you would be perfect but this was more than she could have ever hoped for.

“I don’t know if this is what you are missing out on, but I hope you are enjoying this,” you say softly as you meet her eyes in the mirror.

Sam’s face flushes with heat, her pupils dilating as she stares back at you in the mirror. She leans forward, resting her forehead against your shoulder, her voice barely a whisper. “You have no idea. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”

I whimper and lean into the cold steel at my throat, “Fuck you can’t just say things like that.”

Sam pulls back slightly, a wicked smirk spreading across her face as she catches the hint of desperation in your voice. She knows she has you utterly hooked. “Why not? It’s the truth.” Her hand slides down to your core, teasing across your flesh.

I shiver and spread my legs slightly, seeing the desperation in my eyes reflected in the mirror. “Because I’ll never stop wanting you, “I whisper like a confession.

Sam’s grin turns smug, her touch growing bolder as her fingers part your folds to slowly sink into you once more. “Then you are mine aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I stutter out as I watch you fuck me in the mirror, the knife still pressed against my throat as I grip the countertop tightly.

Sam’s pace quickened her fingers pumping in and out of you as she watches there reflections in the mirror. Her other hand holds the knife and uses it to tilt your chin up to meet her eyes in the mirror. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I rasp out, the knife pressing into my skin, the thrill of it dizzying.

Sam’s expression tightens with desire as she hears your words. Her hips rock forward and you can feel her wetness on your backside as she pistons her fingers in and out of you. “Good girl,” she growls out lowly.

“Fuck baby, god, you make me feel so good,” you whimper brokenly as she fucks you. Your eyes are still trained on her in the mirror and she looks like a dark goddess fucking you. The snarl on her face and the knife at your throat thrilling you.

Sam’s grin widened at your plea, her eyes gleamed with lust. She thrust her fingers deeper, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside of you. “That’s the point sweetheart. To make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”

Your hips are rolling into her touch, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge. “Fuck Sam, I’m gonna cum again,” I moan out loudly.

Sam’s breathing grows heavier, her own excitement building as she feels your walls start to flutter. She tightened her hold on the knife and pressed it harder to your throat and growls in your ear, “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers like the good little slut that you are.”

The words, the knife and her fingers all work together to send you over the edge. You shudder, your thighs trembling as they clench down on her hand. You lose your grip on the counter top and the knife clatters down as Sam holds you up.

Sam’s arm snakes around your waist pulling you back against her chest firmly as he fucks you slowly through it. She nuzzles into your neck as her fingers gently move, drawing out every drop of pleasure. “Mmm..”

You shiver in her hold and open your eyes to take one more look at the two of you in the mirror. You look absolutely fucked, bruises and bite marks litter your neck and you are flushed. Sam’s strong arm is wrapped around your waist as she gazes lovingly at you, your hand still lightly gripping the sink as she holds you.

“You’ve ruined me Sam. I can’t take anymore,” you mutter softly. Your body feels boneless and you don’t even know how you are still standing.

Sam chuckles and nuzzles into your neck once more. “Oh baby, we are just getting started.” She slowly sliders her fingers from between your legs, tracing up your stomach to spread your release across your skin. “Look at you, such a mess.”

“Sam, please, no more.” You mumble. “Still too sensitive.”

Sam hums soothingly her touch gentling as she traces across your quivering stomach. She nips playfully at the tender skin of your neck her voice laced with mischief. “Shh, baby…”

You drop your head and cling to her as your legs finally feel stable enough to hold you. “I can’t take anymore.”

Sam’s arm tightens around your waist, holding you securely in place as she presses a soft kiss to the side for your neck. Her free hand comes up to grasp your chin, tilting your head to the side. “Can’t take anymore what, baby? The pleasure?”

Yes I gasp raggedly, turning in Sam’s hold to face her.

Sam’s breath hitches as she looks at you, feeling you trembling still. She could feel the spasms of her own release and it just made the whole thing more delicious. She grins wickedly, leaning in so her breath ghosts across your skin. “Good.”

“Can we take a break please,” I ask quietly, feeling badly about needing a break from it all.

Sam’s expression softens and she lets her grip around you loosen a little bit, allowing you to properly catch your breath. She peppers your cheek and jawline with soft kisses. “Alright, baby. We can take a break.” Her voice was low and soothing, a stark contrast to her earlier intensity.

You capture her lips in a soft kiss before she breaks it and pulls you from the bathroom and back into her bedroom. This time you take a moment to look around the space. It is dimly lit and furnished with dark wood and deep blue gray colors. Her king size bed, covered in charcoal sheets dominates the room.

Sam pulls back the comforter and sheets and gently eases you down onto the plush mattress. She makes sure you are settled before she moves to the other side of the bed and crawls in beside you. “Rest for a bit, sweetheart. You’ve earned it.”

You curl up with Sam in her bed and feel the most at peace with this woman and everything that has happened than you have anything in a very long time.

Sam’s arm wraps around you, pulling you closer, as she nuzzles into your hair. Her hands idly trace up and down your side, her touch gentle and soothing. She inhales deeply, drawing in your scent- a mix of your perfume and the smell of sex on the both of you.

“And who would have thought that this would all come from sharing my jacket,” I say with a contented sigh.

Sam huffs out a small laugh, “Mmm… I certainly didn’t think I’d be curled up naked with you in my bed after keeping your jacket.” Her fingers pause in their gentle stroking, squeezing you possessively.

“I’m kinda glad that idiot threw their drink on you,” you whisper, placing a kiss to the hollow of her throat.

Sam grinned and pressed her face against your hair. “ Me too, baby. Me too. Otherwise I might never have met you or gotten my hands on you like this.” She flexed her hand, fingers splaying across your hip, the warmth seeping into your skin.

“Probably not,” I mumble softly already drifting off to sleep in your arms.

Sam’s lips curve into a gentle smile as your breathing began to even out, the fight to remain conscious slowly slipping away. She adjusted your position ever so slightly, ensuring you are comfortably held in her embrace. “Sleep well Sweetheart.” She murmurs softly, her words barely audible in the quiet of the room. She places a soft kiss to your forehead and closes her eyes and drifts off.

[xtra7s]

Fall(ing for You) – S.C

Pairing: sam carpenter x soft goth!reader

Summary: Sam is certain that Tara's new quiet friend may turn out to be Ghostface, unfortunately – or not –, that friend is you.

or, it takes the help of tara and a dog for sam to finally come to her senses.

Word count: 6,0k.

Content: scream 6 but without the killing, r's 23, cursing, wingman tara ft. yr dog, jokes abt r being ghostface, fluff, pining, sam falling first AND harder, silly movie references.

Note: hey guys, It's been a while since I've written for scream but I rewatched it recently and finally got some inspiration again! I describe the reader a little more in this but it won't really affect anything if you choose to ignore it.

English is not my first language.

Tara made a new friend.

Sam still isn't sure exactly, but the only plausible explanation for the way Tara has been acting lately is that her sister met someone interesting enough to keep her attention so that she gave everyone a break from her tantrums and reckless behavior since their new start outside of Woodsboro.

Now, that could be a good thing, it had been months since the kids started college and they were all doing relatively well. Mindy had Anika, Chad had Ethan and also there was Quinn, even though she wasn't very close to anyone. Tara should have someone too.

The problem is that Sam has no idea who this person is. Tara just won't tell her.

You see, Sam understands that she might have been a little too protective of her sister and that this made Tara's behavior become defensive towards her. Her new therapist – after she got rid of that quack – is helping her work through that, okay? But curiosity and worry were eating away at her insides. The curfews, the tasers and pepper sprays, and especially the ID checks were all important to keep them safe, dammit! Mindy and Chad had no problem with it, and it was only after all the appropriate measures were in place that Sam could breathe and let these new people be a part of their lives. Not knowing this so-called friend, let alone who they were, was driving her to the brink of a breakdown.

She was trying to give her some space, probing with subtle questions here and there and the most she got was an eye roll and ‘It’s just a sophomore I met at the film club, haven't you said I should try to be part of something that didn’t involve frat parties?’

Well, at least it wasn’t a boyfriend, given the lack of dreamy sighs, giggles into the phone and late-night escapades. That was good. They already had enough problems to deal with and a new relationship so quickly was the same as asking for a ghostface to go for them again and Sam hadn’t been back in Tara’s life long enough to know how to deal with this part of being a big sister yet.

Sam had understood that she wouldn’t meet this mysterious person for a while, at least until her sister’s tantrum had passed, and between two shitty jobs and trying to keep a structured life being responsible for a bunch of teenagers in the big city, she couldn’t find it in herself to insist on the subject any further and get the risk of causing a fight. She thought it would be forgotten.

Now just imagine Sam's surprise when she came home one night after a long, exhausting shift, expecting to eat the leftover pizza she had hidden in the fridge and fall into a deep sleep, only to be knocked over by an noisy and strange dog with a piece of pizza in its mouth as soon as she opened the apartment door. Her pizza.

“Koda!” Someone called. Someone unfamiliar. It wasn’t just the dog, there was a stranger in her house.

Sam’s hand instinctively moves to reach for the taser hidden in her jacket when a pair of black-clad legs show up in her vision. Does Ghostface work with dogs now? She wonders in confusion for a moment, and has given up on the voice changer?

The only thing stopping her from tasing this potential killer in front of her is the pure bewilderment and Tara’s laughter filling the room.

“Oh my god,” the figure bends down, picking up the dog who turns out to be a very excited puppy, the pizza falling from its mouth and onto her shirt, getting it all over her, “I’m so sorry.”

It’s a girl, a face she’s never seen before, looking completely mortified.

“Hey, Sam,” Tara stops beside her, a barely hidden tone of satisfaction in her voice, “This is my friend. I thought you’d like to meet her.”

It's safe to say that Sam didn't like Tara's new friend at all.

“You didn’t think about telling me you were bringing someone?” Sam exclaimed, rubbing her temples wearily, “Especially that Lydia Deetz project right there? I almost shocked her in the middle of the hallway!”

Quinn shifted from where she was leaning against the counter in the small impromptu meeting and didn’t bother to hold back her laugh, “Nah, I think Tara would fit that role better.”

“Quinn,” Sam groaned exasperatedly.

“If I had told you you would have said no,” Tara shrugged.

“Yes! Because we don’t know her!”

It was quite awkward sitting on the couch in their living room less than five feet away from the kitchen and being able to hear every word spoken as if you weren't right there, with your messy dog ​​happily chewing on the sock on your ankle.

This wasn't the turn you expected your night to take when you decided to accept Tara's sudden invitation for a movie night, visiting her off-campus for the first time since you became friends.

You met her at the start of the school year, the day she showed up for a film club meeting before anyone else arrived, well, anyone except you. She seemed completely lost and suspicious, even though she was clearly struggling not to show it, which made you like her right away.

Getting attention and starting conversations was never really your thing, this whole club thing wasn't either, honestly, but you ended up being one of the last older members to join with most of the others having recently graduated and the responsibility of looking after the new freshmans gradually fell on you. Most of the time you kept to yourself, preferring the behind-the-scenes side of things to participating in the long-winded debates of high school teens obsessed with slashers and making Stab parodies, but you noticed the way Tara seemed desperate for any sense of normalcy beneath her laid-back facade and the whispers of murder that haunted her.

You took what seemed like a rabid kitten under your wing and ended up cornered by the personification of a Doberman because of it. Talk about doing good deeds and stepping out of your comfort zone. What a joke.

Tara’s older sister, Sam, if you got it right, stared at you with narrowed, suspicious eyes – just like Tara when you first approached her – towering over your figure that tried to look smaller than it actually was on the couch, as if she was trying to learn every little hidden detail about you.

“So…” you began hesitantly, wanting to break the awkward silence that had ensued, “you have such a beautiful house.”

“Aren’t you too old to hangout with a freshmen?" Sam cut in coldly, one eyebrow perfectly arched in distrust.

You sighed, this conversation sure started off very well, “I’m 23,” you cleared your throat, “Tara’s in the same club as me, and I’ve just been helping her with some classes I used to take when I first started here.”

You hear Tara’s distinct chuckle, clearly amused by your frustration, which doesn’t help your situation much. What a wonderful friend, indeed.

Sam hummed with fake indifference and the other two housemates watched the exchange intently, eyes darting between you like they were at a tennis match, amused by the sight of Sam trying to intimidate the poor unsuspecting twit that you were.

A great friend, for sure. Ugh, this is why you don’t sponsor obviously troubled kids.

It’s not like Sam Carpenter is really intimidating or scaring you out the way she seems to want to, she has bags under her eyes and a greasy pizza stain on her shirt and you’re a grown woman, for God’s sake! It’s just that it was extremely embarrassing to cause a scene like that, especially with someone who you really wanted to make a good first impression.

Interacting so much socially lately was becoming relatively exhausting and you expected it wouldn't become a thing, as you were feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything. You hoped this would be the last big meeting you had for a while. Tara had told you a lot about her sister, mainly about how it was a pain in the ass to always have someone hovering over her, but it was something you never took seriously because of the way she sounded when she talked about it, too loving for someone who hated the situation so much. No, Sam was important and Tara had insisted that you meet her after doing the same with the twins just a few days ago. You had carefully planned how it would happen, what clothes you would wear and what you would say and now your chance to make things right was ruined, the words seeming to have escaped you in a flash. You were reserved, quiet, small in the midst of so much hustle and bustle, used to watching everything go by from the safety of the shadows. Being a mouse was easy.

“Is that all you have to say?”

Less easy when caged with a lion.

“Look,” you tried again, silently squirming as your pup start sniffing Sam’s combat boots furiously as you stood to pick him up, “I really didn’t want to cause any trouble or misunderstanding, Tara called me earlier while I was walking this little guy and insisted it would be okay if I came over for a movie. I can leave now if you want to, I’m really sorry for… well, all of this.”

You noticed Sam's expression became conflicted, as if she didn't know exactly what to make of you standing in the middle of her living room without showing any threat and wasn't used to people actually listening to her on sight. Still, she wasn't going to give up that easily.

“Great,” Sam nodded, her voice sounding less firm, “go then.” She pointed directly at your dog, now sitting at her feet with its fluffy head tilted to the side in a guiltily innocent manner, “And make sure to take that pizza thief with you.”

(You swear he looked personally offended.)

“What? No!” Tara seemed to realize that her little game could backfire and came out from behind the counter in your defense.

“Tara—”

“Come on, Sam, it's movie night!” She stomped her foot loudly, “I refused the invite to Jason's party for that, we were marathoning all the Texas Chainsaw Massacres!”

You don’t even have to be good at reading people to know that Sam had lost that fight the moment Tara looked at her with pleading eyes, knowing that there was no way to blame her for simply doing what she asked.

That didn’t stop Sam from rolling her eyes and huffing in irritation.

“Fine,” she practically growled, shifting her attention back to you, “But I’m gonna keep an eye on you, so you better not act all smart and keep that fleabag away from me.”

“His name’s Koda.” You pointed out, before softening, “And thank you, I promise I’m not gonna—”

“Shush.”

Sam was sure this was all part of an act of yours, just the first step to infiltrate their lives and pull the rug out like others have done before, because no one in their right mind would sit quietly next to someone who nearly shocked and threatened them in many ways just a few minutes ago.

Especially if that someone is burning holes in your head with their eyes, like she's doing now.

Sam watches shamelessly and intrigued, shooting daggers at your figure as you lean back with Tara babbling enthusiastically between you, your puppy completely knocked out on her lap, oblivious to the sounds of death and fake blood spurting from the TV. She notices the way you effectively ignore her, responding to Tara’s remarks with genuine interest, even if your voice doesn’t match her enthusiasm.

You remained quiet beyond those moments and the tiredness along with your lack of sudden movements made Sam feel secure enough to leave the room and finally take a shower – because along with everything she never saw much fun in these movies like Tara –, warning you that it was better for everyone to finish the night when the movie ended.

(She also forced Quinn to take her place on the couch and promise to scream if anything happened. You didn't comment on that either.)

Sam only falls asleep when she hears the sounds of goodbyes coming from the living room and the door house being closed, finally relaxing after all the interaction, deciding that it was enough. You could have been at her house, but that doesn't mean she would let you come over again.

You come back, because of course Tara doesn’t give a damn about Sam’s warnings about being careful around strangers – incessantly claiming that you’re not a stranger – and there you are at the next game night that Chad insisted on making a tradition.

At least there’s no sign of the shirt-destroying furball this time and there are pizzas smelling good on the kitchen counter.

“‘Sup, Sam!” Chad greeted loudly as she walked through the door, waving excitedly from the couch, “We’re playin’ uno!”

Her eyes landed on you, who waved at her with a small, tight smile, awkwardly sandwiched between Anika and Ethan, the way you stood out among them so comical that Sam suppressed a snort. She decided to join in without much protest, someone responsible still had to watch you, after all.

Sam wouldn’t admit to anyone, absolutely anyone, that she was enjoying the evening, listening to the heated exchanges as everyone got competitive. Strangely, she noticed that you didn’t try to engage much in the conversation, just like the other night, seeming happy to just be there. She thought you had been withdrawn then because of her behavior towards you, but maybe you were just shy.

That made her raise an eyebrow, Tara didn’t usually embrace introverts. Actually, she had always been pretty popular even before Sam left, if she remembered correctly, so this was new. She felt a small piece of curiosity spark inside her instead of more mistrust as she expected and it disconcerted her.

“The whole point of the 7 card is that you're not supposed to talk, man!” Mindy throwing chips at Ethan interrupted Sam's flow of thoughts.

“This rule is stupid! The manual doesn't even mention it, read it for yourself!” Ethan shuffled the cards wildly – ​​everyone at the table had seen his hand – pointing, “And you’re talking too!”

“Whatever! Nobody reads the fuckin manual to play uno, Ethan!”

Tara groaned, “Guys, just shut up and everybody buys a card.”

“But that’s not how you play!”

She decided to abandon the game and all the fuss in favor of getting some air and a slice of pizza and was surprised to find that her favorite was still untouched, which was a miracle in such a crowded house.

“Tara said that you liked this flavor,” your voice coming from nearby startled her and Sam saw you gesture to the box in front of her, “My treat, for the other day.”

She cleared her throat hesitantly, “You didn’t have to.”

“I did,” you dismissed with a wider smile, “My dog ​​left you without dinner.”

Sam didn’t respond, but you leaned against the counter next to her anyway, picking at the dark polish on your nails casually, listening to your friends arguing in the background.

“Get tired of the crowd?” Sam asked, deciding that ignoring you wasn’t an option since you clearly weren’t leaving.

“Yeah,” you agreed, shrugging with an odd laugh, “I guess I’ve had enough socializing for one day.”

Sam wasn’t sure why she didn’t just send you away then, seizing the perfect chance to dismiss you like she’d wanted all along and avail everyone's presence to remind that you weren’t welcome, but that strange spark flared in her and made her smile unconsciously, more sincere than the previous tense ones.

“Oh, I know what you mean,” she agreed slowly.

Your expression brightens in surprise, as if you expected a cold, blunt rejection or maybe a slap (probably both) and Sam feels a bit guilty by it. Sighing, she waves you towards the apartment’s tiny balcony, silently inviting you to join her, to which you respond with a firm nod as you watch her unwind the chain on the sliding door – they keep everything locked up tight now – and follow her.

Sam swears she’s not doing this to be nice or anything, all she wants is to repay you for your politeness, that’s all.

The night breeze is refreshing and sends pleasant shivers down your arms and shoulders as Sam leans against the railing and the two of you fall silent. It’s pleasant, actually.

Sam takes a moment to look at you, like, really look at you for the first time since you met and her breath hitches.

Your relaxed features look cheerful and are well-emphasized by the makeup you’re wearing – she tries to search her memory and gets frustrated when she can’t remember if it’s the same style as the night you met – your hair blows a little in the wind and your clothes just fit. Every single thing about you seems to have been specially made to be this way, charming, beautiful.

Your elbow brushes hers in the small space as you lean in to better contemplate the dreary, empty New York sky and Sam’s skin is burning and she doesn’t understand why.

Sam didn’t realize, through all the haze of anger and suspicion and tantrum, until she was touching a pretty girl, that you were, in fact, a pretty girl.

Shit.

“You’re trying so hard not to like her that I’m getting embarrassed for you.”

It’s late. Everyone has already left, including you, who went early claiming you had to work the next morning. Tara should be in bed by now, but she’d be upset if Sam told her to do that, so she doesn’t say anything.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam dismisses, packing up the last of the leftover pizza to put in the fridge.

“But you do,” Tara hums smugly, stifling a yawn, “Just admit that you were wrong and that I’ve made a friend who’s not a potential serial killer. And that you might have a crush on her. I saw you two on the balcony.”

“It wasn’t like that,” she grumbles, “And I wasn’t wrong for being worried that you brought home a stranger without telling me, even if she’s not dangerous.”

“Ha!” Tara points out, “So you admit she’s no danger.”

Sam sighs tiredly, bringing a hand up to massage her temple, “She can keep coming over for movie nights or whatever if that’s what you're asking me.”

Tara cheered, jumping up from where she was sitting on the counter to finally go to sleep. She stopped just before turning the corner to her room.

“Seriously though,” she caught Sam’s attention, “You guys have more in common then you might think, that’s why I like her. I think you could too, if you get to know her better.”

“That’s impossible, Tar,” Sam says weary, looking at her sister with the most done expression, “I don’t ‘get to know’ anyone, I already have all the people I need in my life.”

“Maybe you’ll be surprised,” she shrugged, “It would be good for you anyway.”

Sam's approval was all Tara needed to make you a regular fixture in their lives and make movie nights an official thing. Sam usually walks in when they're in full swing, with the two of you deep in conversation about the completely random movie you decided to watch that day, and now she greets you back instead of ignoring like she did before and you look happier every time she does it openly.

She finds excuses to wander around the living room and kitchen when she hears Tara pause the tv for whatever reason, just so she doesn't leave you unsupervised in their house – it was still too early to rule out all the care, after all. It ends up making her feel kind of ridiculous, because, hell, she shouldn't have to make excuses to wander around her own house! But you guys talk during these moments, sometimes.

Sam learns more about you as time goes on, and she tells herself that it's just gathering information, that you're not friends at all, but she finds herself soaking up every bit of detail. What are you majoring in, how long have you been in town, if you live close to campus like most students or if you have roommates like them.

(Actually, when she thinks about it now, Sam probably sounded more like a maniac trying to find out where you live, but at least you didn’t call her out on it.)

Then movie nights are joined by study sessions that Tara insists on having as her first week of finals approaches, and you manage to convince Sam to let you bring your puppy too so he won’t be alone for so many hours and she can act a little more normal around you and have a conversation that doesn’t sound like a job interview. You tell her about the movies you like – which consist of more than just an extensive list of slashers like she initially assumed – in a loud and excited tone instead of your usual repressed one, and it stirs something inside her, which leads to several other facts. Your favorite color, what kind of music you like, what you do when her sister isn't dragging you somewhere, and why you decided to adopt a dog so young when you already had so many other responsibilities.

“He helps me not feel alone,” you replied, looking deep into her eyes, “my roommate graduated last year and moved out. I guess I couldn’t stand coming home to empty houses, you know? And he’s my guard dog, he takes care of me and I take care of him. The little guy might be small but knows how to do damage.”

She could relate to that, in part.

And then you start asking too, suddenly and Sam finds herself with a dilemma after so long avoiding your attempts to get to know her. She’d rather remain closed off.

But a trade isn’t a fair trade unless she gives you something back, is it? And you’ve been quenching her thirst for knowledge for a long time now, you gave her a lot.

So, during one night when you insist on helping her make dinner, she confides in you – somewhat reluctantly – that she really enjoys cooking, especially healthier meals. She doesn't look at you, nor does she say it clearly but still, you listen and Sam is surprised when she finds herself speaking.

“You really should ask her out.”

And of course, Tara is always close enough to raise an eyebrow with a knowing look at her on practically every occasion.

“I've told you already, it's not like that.”

“You're cuddling her dog right now.”

“Just so he stays quiet and doesn't disturb you two! Shouldn't you be studying, by the way?”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

Sam can almost, almost admit that you're her friend too.

(Though she kinda wished it were a little more than that.)

Movie nights evolve into sleepovers, because Sam argues that it’s simply too late and dangerous for you to come back alone and she feels embarrassed – and guilty as much – when Quinn brings up that it has always been dangerous and she didn’t mind letting you go before, when she didn’t care about you.

Now there are some of your clothes in a drawer Tara set aside for you just like a colorful food bowl in the living room for your dog – Mindy jokes that it's theirs now – and there’s rarely a day that goes by where she doesn’t see you.

And when you don’t come over, Tara makes sure to remind her of how anxious she looks waiting for a knock on the door and how she lights up when you greet her first when you finally arrive.

“I swear that now she comes here more to see you than me.”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Yeah, sure,” she huffs, “And when are you gonna make a move again?”

“Never, Tara.”

Sam hasn't heard a thing about you in days. Tara said yesterday that you ended up getting really busy with a college project, preparing a presentation that, her sister quotes, 'needs to be perfect because public speaking is horrible and there's a big chance I'll embarrass myself.'

It's not that Sam asked, it's just that she doesn't text you often and Tara thought it would be convenient to talk about it out loud when she was on the phone with Mindy.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter, it's not like you two are close. You are Tara's friend. If it weren't for her, you two wouldn't even have a reason to see each other. There's no reason to be so stressed.

But she misses you anyway. She's having a shitty day at her shitty job and everything seems to go by even slower because Sam knows that when she gets home at night you probably won't be on the couch waiting with the soft smile she's grown accustomed to looking forward and if she has to deal with another group of rude teenagers she'll freak out.

The sound of the bell ringing at the entrance draws Sam’s attention back to the counter and she ends up face to face with the person who has been on her mind all day.

“Sam!” you approached with a tired smile, your dog wagging his tail happily on a leash in one hand and a paper bag in the other, “I was looking for you.”

You'd never visited her at work before, she didn't even know you knew where it was, having only mentioned it in passing, but there you were, with the smile she wanted to see and bags under your eyes.

“Hi,” she cleared her throat, feeling her face heat up. Damn, she looked like a teen girl with a crush, “I didn't expect to see you here, what, uhm, what do you need?”

You snorted at her flustered attending voice. Seeing her show any kind of nervousness was very unusual.

“Tara called me today demanding I get out of the house for a bit and ‘touch some grass’, so I decided to bring this buddy along, he was begging me for a proper walk,” you shrugged, “And she asked me to bring your lunch.”

Sam paused at that, Tara definitely didn't make lunches for her, much less go to the trouble of delivering them like that.

“...Thank you,” she accepted the paper bag you held out delicately, eyeing the package suspiciously. You held back a giggle when she looked at you again, “Anything else?”

“Oh, um,” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, obviously nervous, “I’m taking Koda to the park nearby and I thought maybe you’d like to come with us. If you can, of course.”

Sam couldn’t really, it was still a few hours before her shift ended at the coffee shop, but she didn’t want you to leave without the promise of seeing you again.

“Of course,” she found herself replying instead, “I can meet you there in a few minutes.”

She knew she’d made the right decision when you gifted her with one of your warm smiles.

“Okay! Nice,” you nod, absently twirling your dog’s leash around your fingers, startled by the sudden, loud bark he lets out at the delay, breaking the oblivious bubble you were in, “Alright, I should go before he starts trying to jump over the counter.”

Sam barely hears the sound of the bell announcing your departure over how loudly her heart pounds in her ears.

It takes a lot of willpower and her last pack of good cigarettes to convince her insufferable coworker — who’d watched the whole thing with a bored expression and loudly chewing gum while cleaning the coffee machine — to cover the rest of her shift. He ended up ordering her lunch too, thinking it might be something special, only to complain when he was met with a sad peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a carton of warm apple juice. Tara really didn’t cook… but then why had she done that?

(She laughed at him anyway.)

“You owe me, Carpenter,” he grumbled, taping a note to her arm that had fallen out of the package.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Sam was out the door before he could change his mind.

Taking a deep breath of the damp autumn air, she picked up the yellow post-it note curiously, recognizing her sister’s handwriting immediately.

‘u looked so depressed lately that I

decided to send u a gift

DO something this time

good luck!!’

She knew. She fucking knew that smartass had set her up. Sam should have guessed it before. Tara would never let her get away with this without doing something with her own hands. At least she hadn’t brought Mindy into the scheme this time.

The park you had mentioned was more like a small square and with the rainy cold weather of the last few days, it was pretty empty. Sam could spot you without difficulty, sitting on one of the few benches watching the scenery and she made her presence known when she got close enough.

“Can he even sit still sometimes?” Sam asked, hands in her bomber jacket pockets, pointing with her chin at the dog playing alone on the grass. You moved a little so she could sit next to you and subtly moved closer when she did.

“It rained last night and he's a big fan of puddles,” you chuckled, “I guess he's just excited, we haven't been out much lately.”

He wasn't the puppy he'd been when Sam had first seen him a few months ago and the sight of him running around the trees chasing flowers and stray twigs was actually quite funny.

“He's so covered in mud that it looks like a bear.”

“Well, his name's Koda,” you pointed out amusedly, “I would have called him Pongo but he always looked more like a small bear than a dalmatian anyway.”

She snorted, “If you say so.”

Sam couldn't remember a time when she felt so relaxed, with the weight of your shoulder resting against hers, enjoying the weather of the early season, the ground covered in orange and yellow leaves framing your surroundings.

She couldn't stop the restlessness she felt inside her chest, watching your profile. Feeling warm inside, but also shivering with a terrible fear of ruining everything. Do something, do something, do something echoing like a mantra in her head.

Sam took a deep breath. She'd faced murderers before, for God's sake! She could be braver than that.

"So..." She coughed, "Tara set this up, you know? The lunch stuff and everything."

You turned your attention to Sam, raising an eyebrow with a confused look.

"She did?" You asked, "Why would she do that?"

It's now or never, Carpenter. Focus.

“She did it so I could see you,” she looked away, “Because I missed you. Because I…” She felt your hand reach for hers and noticed a fallen leaf on your shoulder.

“Because you…?” your voice echoed anxious. She could do this. She's going to do this.

“I—”

A loud howl scared the two of you and you turned to see Koda behind a pile of leaves, pupils dilated and jumping up and down.

“Oh no.”

“What?” She stammered.

“He saw a pigeon.”

You see, Sam is not a pet person. She has only had one guinea pig her entire life and only before her father left and a 6-year-old Tara let it escape from its cage never to be seen again – poor Darwin would always be remembered – she does not know how to handle dogs, much less big, excitable ones like yours.

Yet she grabs the leash from your hands when you finally reach your dog who won't stop barking at a tree and ignores your warnings that he is heavy and strong, Sam, it will end up dragging you away and tries to gently pull him to convince him to let go so you can get out of there. Because she is big and strong and she wants to show you that she can handle a mere happy dog.

He acknowledges her like she wanted and also drags her like you said he would.

This manages to surprise her more than the first stab wound she took, how one minute she’s standing still, telling your silly dog ​​to walk in a confident condescending tone, and the next she’s running at full speed through the trees and puddles of the park, your worried voice ringing behind her, as does your laughter.

“Sam!” you exclaimed from a distance, hands cupped around your mouth and dark red scarf falling from your neck, “You need to stop!”

She does stop, yes, but only after your dog has already circled her and Sam must be a ridiculous sight with a colorful leash wrapped around her legs and a dog panting with its tongue out next to her.

“Oh my god,” you lean in closer, unable to hide the amusement in your voice, “Are you okay?”

Sam huffed, feeling a strand of hair fall across her face: “A little help would be appreciated.”

“Sure,” you laughed, reaching out to carefully untangle it, “Maybe I should call him Pongo after all.”

She rolled her eyes: “Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not mocking you, it’s just cute.”

Sam opened her mouth to retort, only to realize how close you two were, with your hands resting on her shoulders to steady her and your faces just inches apart, your breath tickling her skin. You seemed to realize the same thing, tongue coming out to wet your lips, your gaze fixed on her mouth.

Do something. Do something. Do something.

She finally does something. She kisses you.

It's all a mix of sensations, she feels when you sigh, breathing through your nose in surprise and satisfaction, she feels where your hands tighten on the fabric of her jacket and tastes you, warm lips contrasting with the cold skin of your cheeks, with traces of coffee, lipstick and something else so undeniably you that Sam swears her heart might stop.

You pull apart hesitantly, breathing fast, noses touching, eyes shining, and she feels herself falling, literally. Your dog jumps on your waist, demanding to be petted, and you fall, taking Sam with you.

Landing in a pile of leaves is more uncomfortable than the movies make it out to be, but Sam can’t find it in herself to protest when you’re the one on top of her. She smiles and you laugh out loud. She didn’t mess up.

“You’re covered in leaves,” you say, running your fingers through her hair, “And your face is smeared with black lipstick.”

She scoffs, “I wonder who’s responsible for that.”

“He is,” you point innocently at the dog standing next to you.

Sam rolls her eyes, but cups your face with her cold hands to pull you close again, and the second kiss she gives you is just as magical as the first.

Tara doesn’t expect to find a dog taking up the entire couch for the first time in days when she comes back from Chad’s dorm after sending you off on a fake mission to find her sister. Yet, hours later, there it is, with one of the sneakers she forgot to put away when she got home from class stuck in his mouth and trails of mud and leaves across the room.

“C’mon, man, that’s not a toy!”

She hears a laugh and finds herself face to face with Sam, looking completely filthy despite the sound of the shower running in the hallway and Tara knows Quinn isn’t home yet. Oh.

“So, you finally did something?”

Sam nods solemnly, pointing to the dark kiss etched into her jaw.

“I did.”

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mean!jinx x fem!reader - nsfw - minors dni

request from anon: "Hi love, I would like to request Jinx x Reader. The reader is Jinx's girlfriend and they are at the bar and a guy approaches the reader asking if the reader would like to go out with him and Jinx obviously doesn't like it, can this end with her fucking the reader to show everyone that the reader is hers? Please 😮‍💨"

dates in public really werent jinx's thing, or yours for that matter. she would always say something along the lines of "why go out when we have everything we need here?" by here, she meant her "workshop"– where it was cluttered with mechanical parts and the smell of gunpowder hung heavy in the air constantly. it was more than enough, but sometimes, even you needed a break. had you not been so convincing, jinx would have not let you drag her out to the last drop. she didn't like drinking, nor did she like the usuals at the bar. they were loud, arrogant, and just plain gross.

she sat at the end of the bar, some fruity juice concoction in her cup as she swirled her straw around the glass looking less than interested in what was happening around her.

"i want another drink, ill be right back, kay?" you lean into her, and she nods, watching you hop off the stool and stroll (rather stumble) to the other end of the bar where the bartender stood. she watched as you smiled sweetly at the man, leaning against the bar as you recite your order. he nods and moves to make your drink, leaving you to stand waiting. without notice, a man slinks in beside you, with an unsettling smirk on his lips.

"put the lovely ladies drink on my tab, would ya?" he gruffed at the bartender, sending you a wink as he spoke. you smile politely, shaking your head as you speak up– "hey... im alright but thank yo-"

"nonsense, let me treat a pretty lady to a drink, yeah?" he cut you off. he reeked of booze, and was ultimately too close for comfort.

"okay...its a just a drink, but im a-" he cuts you off again.

"see, knew you'd want it. so hows about we getchu that drink and then ditch this place?" he smirks again, placing a hand on your shoulder, one eye brow cocked like he was waiting for you to agree. before you could utter a word, an arm wraps around your waist, and the mans hand drops from your shoulder immediately.

"sorry to interrupt whatever youre trying to do here, but shes taken."

jinxs sneers at the man, looking like she was ready to pounce any second. the man, stupidly, didnt budge– obviously not seeing your girlfriend as much of a threat. her fingers gripped your hip, hard.

"ohh so its like that? y'know, ive always wanted to see some girl on girl action in real time." the man stands, arrogant and overly confident. the smirk on his lips made your stomach twist. without thinking, per her style, jinx lunges at the man, slamming her fist into his nose.

your eyes go wide as the man stumbles back, hand gripping his now bloody nose. "you little bitch..."

the man moves quickly towards her, but a familiar metallic hand finds his shoulder first.

"you two. out. now."

it was sevika, of course she had been there. she had been watching the two of you since you walked in, knowing trouble was bound to come with you guys around, it seemed like it always did.

"i'll fuckin kill you..." the man spat, trying to remove himself from sevikas grip. she looked at you sternly, and you got the message from the expression on her face.

"pssh, you wish." jinx muttered mockingly, clearly not wanting to leave without finishing what she started, or rather, without killing this guy first. you grab her wrist and speak– "lets just go jinx, cmon.." you pull her towards you, and she follows as you drag her towards the door. shouts from the man can be heard from behind you, and jinx stops in her tracks to flip him off. you bite back a laugh as you tug her along into the cool air outside of the bar.

"what a creep..." she spoke low, eyes ahead of her as she walked, avoiding your gaze completely.

"im sorr–" suddenly she whips around to face you, brows furrowed. "i mean seriously? that perv was all over you, and you were gonna let him buy you a drink!? are you stupid?" she cuts you off to rant, making you shut your mouth.

"he could have done something bad, and you were just gonna let him? the hells wrong with you?" she continued, hands moving dramatically.

"i was just gonna empty his pockets when he wasnt looking, jinx... aren't you the one that always says "if you see an opening, take it?"– you quote her. "its clear he had money..."

this seems to make her head rush, anger and possessiveness rushing through her. before you can process it, shes grabbing your arm and dragging you into the alley on your right. with shocking force, she presses you against the wall, her face dangerously close to yours as her eyes bore into yours.

"that doesn't mean go around and act like some sort of slut." she squints, cocking her head to the side.

"are you kidding? fuck you, jinx. i-" she doesnt let you finish as she smashing her lips into yours, hard enough to bruise, surely. you gasp at her suddenness, and her hands find your hips again, pinning you to the wall behind you.

her tongue wins the easy battle for dominance, completely consuming you as if the two of you werent stood in an alley. the only light was a dingy street lamp, casting a warm glow onto the two of you. the kiss was hot, messy as she took control of every movement, hips pressing into yours. she pulls back from the kiss, chest heaving as her hands find your belt.

"what are you doing?" you pant, watching her as her skilled hands mess with your waistband.

"whats it look like, dollface." her tone is low, and you can tell shes serious about taking you right here in the alley.

"cmon...not here...people could see us." you shift your hips as much as you can, but theres little to no room between you and the wall, so your attempt are deemed useless. ignoring you, her fingers pop the button on your pants, and find their way into your underwear.

her lips are on you again, flush with your neck as she sucks marks into the skin.

"let em'. dont care." her words are muffled against your neck. you gasp quietly as her fingers find your slick folds, a low chuckle coming from her.

"see? slut. all worked up, and from what, hm? some creep sweet talkin you?" she rambles, her words making your skin flush. her fingers circle your clit, making you buck into her as she holds you steady with her other hand. the cool metal of her finger bleeds through the layer of fabric riding up your hips. soon enough, shes moving her fingers and sliding them into your cunt, making you whimper. you feel her smirk against your neck, lips leaving a trail of searing marks with the intention of claiming whats hers.

"or is it that you like the thought of being caught, hm?" her fingers pushed a relentless pace, making your knees shake. "y'like me fuckin you in public baby?" her words are making your head spin, along with her fingers inside of you. her breathing picks up again when she hears you whine, cunt tightening around her fingers.

"m'close, please..." you muttered helplessly, surely dripping down her wrist at this point. she presses a kiss to your lips as she pulls her hand away. you watch in awe, chest moving rapidly as her fingers come to her mouth, sucking them clean.

"what the fuck?" you pant, fingers wrapping around her wrist. she simply smiles, before slipping out of your grasp.

"s'one thing to act like you enjoy being flirted with, but im not about to make you cum where anyone could see." she shrugs, her grin sinister as she turns on her heel.

in disbelief, your shaky hands move to fix your pants and belt. she had it coming once you stepped back into the confines of her workshop, that was one thing for certain.

thank u for the yummy rq i hope u enjoy :3

[xtra7s]

stress to relieve, need to fulfill.

jinx x fem!reader

summary: what’s there to do when your friend keeps pushing your boundaries after a long, tiring week? only wrong answers.

notes: nsfw, modern au. jinx and reader smokes both nicotine and weed. stoner reader. high sex. u know mee, self indulgent asf. if you see first person pronouns, no you didn’t. 2,8k wc.

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you see her leaning against the railing, shoulders pushed behind and back straight, smiling smugly and flirty as her head tilted to the side.

isn’t she stunning? breathtaking?

but all that attitude was directed to ekko, who had her almost trapped as both of his hands also rested on the railing, each one next to her waist.

“jinx, hurry!” you groaned from your spot on the sidewalk, throwing your head back in annoyance. you had finished your cigarette two minutes ago, growing impatient by the second.

the wind brushes against her hair and she tucks a piece behind her ear. god, the way ekko’s body towers over hers makes you want to be sick. it's a disgusting feeling, seeing her flirting so easily.

"I'm comiiiiing!" she calls out in annoyance, ekko lets out a light chuckled as she brushes past him with a playful roll of her eyes. she always knows how to make those boys crazy. "jesus, did I take that long? you’re so impatient." she teased, stopping right in front of you and resting a hand on her hip.

you rolled your eyes, lighting another cigarette. “yes, i wanna get home already.”

"geez, impatient and bitchy today." she muttered under her breath, smirking as you both started to walk, she kept in stride beside you, occasionally bumping your shoulders together. she could see the agitation in your eyes, even as you refused to look at her. It was honestly comical.

you were looking forward to today for two weeks now. finals were done, you had only another week of pointless classes before graduating and leaving this shitty town behind. the smoke session was very much needed, and luckily you had the house all to yourself.

"don’t worry." she teased after a moment. "no more ekko attention. i’m all yours today, you needy baby." she pinched your cheek, causing you to gently slap her hand away, huffing at her mocking. “i swear to god— i’ve had a stressful week, jinx, i don’t know where you get all that energy from.” you mumbled, handing her the cig. "stressful week, or you just need to get laid?" jinx joked, her eyes sparkled in a playful mischief as she took the cigarette and raised it to her lips, taking a short puff before exhaling the smoke through her lips.

she was clearly enjoying her teasing, and your grumpy face only encouraged her. "ohhh, your poor baby." she stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. “knock it off,” you muttered, though you wrapped an arm around her shoulders as you grab the cig back, taking a long drag.

jinx chuckled, clearly pleased with herself as she leaned into you. the cigarette continued to pass between you, her body was soft against yours.

"you are adorable when you're all grumpy and pouty." she teased, running her other hand through your hair. she turned her head slightly to the side and nipped at your earlobe, an amused huff escaping her lips, her breath against your ear was driving me insane. “i want to see how far this pouty mood goes." she whispered before pressing a kiss just below your ear.

“jinx—“ you gasped, trying to hide your blush. “we’re passing by a playground.”

"and?" she laughed, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her. she feigned an innocent pout, her bottom lip slightly jutting out. "no one is around. we’re the only ones walking."

you look down at her mouth, your own watering at the thought of nibbling her pouty lip. would she yelp? sigh? would she flinch away or kiss you back?

you and jinx were friends, strictly. for years now. she was flirty, always pushing boundaries but then she would play dumb, as if leading people on was her favorite hobby. and you had a big fat crush on her. that’s why you didn’t want to risk it.

so you ended up pinching her nose and continuing walking, finishing the cigarette.

she let out a small squeak, a pout returning to her lips. she gently punched your shoulder in retaliation before sticking out her tongue. “mean." she teased, her arm still wrapped around your waist as you continued to walk. "you’re no fun today."

“i’ll let you choose the movie.” you say as if to apologize, pulling her into that side hug you were locked in previously.

soon enough you reach to your house, she settles on the couch and scrolls through the streaming services to find something to watch as you get the snacks you bought days before, quickly going back to bump your hips against hers to make space for you to sit down.

she smirked at the pile of snacks you had set down on the coffee table. "geez, you really went all out for our movie night, didn't you?"

you shrugged, a small smile appearing on your face. you weren’t about to admit that you picked out her favorites purposefully. “mhm… did you choose something yet?”

jinx looked down from the screen and watched as you began to roll the blunt, the sight bringing a smirk to her face. "hmm, not yet," she said. "nothing looks interesting enough."

“don’t be picky, we’ll be way too out of it to care about it.” you chuckled. "you’re right, the plot won't even make sense to us anyway." she huffed a chuckle.

her eyes tracing the movements of your hands, continuing to watch you finish rolling the blunt, "hurry upppp," she whined, poking your thigh impatiently. "i wanna get high already."

a small chuckle left your mouth, amused by her eagerness. “here,” you hand her the blunt and light it up for her. "finally…" she groaned happily, bringing the joint to her lips and taking a deep inhale.

holding the smoke in her lungs for a few moments, she exhaled slowly before turning to smirk at me.

"your turn, slowpoke.”

"I was taking my time, you impatient brat." you brought the joint to your lips and inhaled a deep puff, the taste of herbs filling your mouth, you felt your entire body release tension already.

you exhaled slowly, the familiar feeling of relaxation settling in your bones. as you passed the joint back to her, your eyes flicked toward jinx, who was already looking at you, eyes already a little dazed, her smirk was lazy and her cheeks a hint of pink as the weed started to cloud your minds.

"you look wrecked already.” you teased, poking her shoulder. she let out a small huff and rolled her eyes before taking another deep drag of the blunt.

"says the one who practically moans every time they get high."

your face flushed with embarrassment at her words. "I do not moan every time." you protested, although you couldn't keep the chuckle out of your voice. jinx let out a scoff, amused by your denial. "please, i’ve seen you high enough times to know you're a total needy whiner when stoned." she teased, taking another drag of the joint as her eyes scanned up and down your body.

her gaze felt like a physical touch, you were growing warmer as you forced yourself to look away. "I am not a needy whiner when stoned."

half an hour later the weed had fully settled into your systems. you barely paid attention to the movie playing, the only thing on your mind was her body pressed against yours, the warmth of it making you want to melt against her.

she was leaning into you, her head resting on your shoulder as she laughed at the crappy jokes, completely oblivious to the effect she was having on you.

you felt dizzy, shifting to nuzzle your nose into the crook of her neck. “i love this perfume,” you slurred quietly, making her smile and huff amusedly. "i know, you say that every time I wear it." she said, lifting a hand to play with a strand of your hair. you hummed, taking in the sweet smell of her perfume, it was intoxicating.

"It's so good,” you mumbled, nuzzling further into her neck, inhaling deeply.

jinx chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. her fingers traced lightly down you jaw before they reached your chin and gently forced you to look at her.

"how high are you, pretty baby?" she teased, her voice lower now as her fingers continued to explore your face. you looked up at her, eyes glassy and unfocused. it was hard to concentrate on anything other than the way her fingers felt against your skin. “very," you mumbled, the words slurring in your mouth. "very high. i feel kinda floaty."

jinx’s eyes darkened, the gleam of mischief appearing in them. "you are so high." she teased, her thumb tracing your bottom lip. “just how i like you."

you hummed faintly, pretending to bite on her finger. jinx let out a low, dark chuckle, her thumb now pressing against your tongue. "naughty girl."

her words sent a shiver down your spine, your heart raced in your chest. the way she was looking at you sent waves of heat through your body.

your lips closed around her finger, a low whimper vibrating down your throat at the sensation, soon suctioning without breaking eye contact. her eyes darkened even further, the sound of your whimper making her breath hitch. a low, primal sound left her lips as her gaze fixated on your.

"you’re getting bold, baby," she purred, her thumb pushing further into your mouth. you hummed around her finger, the feeling making your head spin even further. the combination of the weed and her scent was overwhelming, it was turning your brain to mush. your eyes fluttered, your tongue swirling around her thumb. you didn’t know where this audacity was coming from, but it just felt so good.

jinx chuckled darkly, her eyes scanning your face as her thumb gently caressed your lips. "you just can't help yourself, can you?" her tone was low and teasing, but you could hear the hint of restraint in it. “so needy…"

you gently pulled away from her thumb, a trail of saliva connecting both of you. her gaze darkened even further at the sight, her eyes scanning over your face with a mix of hunger and restraint. her breath hitched as your lips touched her jaw. she tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her skin to your mouth.

“you’re being such a good girl for me right now." she whispered, her free hand finding the nape of your neck. her words causing a shiver run down your spine, eagerly pushing her down to lay on her back as you kept savoring her skin, her body laid beneath yours without resistance.

she hummed, her hand in your hair. she gently tugged on the strands. you were too focused to respond to her teasing. she tilted her head back as your lips traveled down her neck, hands roaming around her form shamelessly. she felt warm beneath your body, your fingertips sneaking down her shirt and feeling her smooth skin. her pulse quickened under your lips as your body pressed flush against her. a moan left her throat, her grip on your hair tightening. her hips bucked against yours, the movement was subtle but definitely deliberate. you were doing such a good job at working her up.

jinx’s breath hitched as your fingers moved to the buttons of her jeans, the action seeming to catch her off guard. she wasn’t complaining, but she wasn’t expecting it. “you’re getting awfully handsy,” she rasped.

“i just wanna taste you…” you almost whined into her neck, too drunk with desire to stop and question your own actions.

“taste me, huh?” jinx chuckled, her hand in your hair gripping harder. her voice was still teasing but now laced with a hint of lust. “can you even handle it, pretty baby?”

you looked up at her, eyes glassy and lips slightly swollen. you knew you looked wrecked right now, a needy mess of a girl yearning for more. but you didn’t care.

"i can handle it." you huffed, your fingers struggling a bit with the last button. "i need to taste you, please.”

you couldn’t handle it.

your fuzzy senses made you move sloppily, munching on her pussy like she was your last meal, muffling your whimpers and moans against her as you humped the edge of the couch like a dog in heat. the way you lapped her folds made her groan loudly, rocking her hips against your face and pulling your hair aggressively.

“so pathetic,” she chuckled hoarsely, the view of you between her legs was making it hard for her to keep her composure. “you’re so desperate for me, such a needy—“ pathetic girl she was about to say, but the words dissolved in her throat as a loud moan escaped her lips when you sucked hard on her clit. she tightened her grip on your hair, guiding your movements. “hmmyeah…that’s it. good girl.”

your heart raced at the praise, she was intoxicating. a goddess you’d want to live and die for, to go against your own convictions just for a little bit of her.

her thighs closed around your head, holding you in place as you continued to slurp her fluids. the sounds and smell of sex will definitely linger in the fabric of the sofa, yet again, that was the last of your concerns. in fact, who says you won’t be sniffing on it days later just hoping to catch a taste of her again.

her moans rasped her throat, getting impossibly louder as she edged her high. her legs around my head was making you feel dizzy, the taste of her on your tongue, her noises in your ear, her scent in your nose. it was like your own version of heaven.

she was gripping your hair so hard it was almost painful, but you didn't mind. you wanted to hear her come undone, “please," you whimpered, barely able to get the word out. you kept begging between sloppy kisses on her folds. “please, please, please..let me make you come, please.” you whined desperately.

she pulled at your hair to meet your eyes, both of you had them glossy, red and wide pupils. jinx bit her lip so hard that it drew blood at some point, staining her cracked lips in a dark red shade.

“you’re really gonna make me lose it.” she choked out.

your tongue was relentless, switching between pressing and swirling around her clit and pumping inside her hole, her creamy juices dripping down your chin. “please cum, i wanna taste you, hm, jinx,” the words fell out of your mouth like a prayer, you hands gripping her thighs to the point of leaving marks on her pale skin.

“can’t— don’t stop!” she trembled, babbling and babbling incoherences, “i-i’m—“ a loud, guttural moan broke her sentence. her slim body tensed up before quivering and eyes shut as she rode out her peak. she was mesmerizing, you couldn’t stop even when your jaw was aching so bad. “f-fuck, stop, stop.” she pleaded, flinching away from your greedy mouth.

the intensity left you both panting heavily, she covered her face with her forearm and you shifted to rest on her stomach, fingertip drawing random patterns over her cloudy tattoos. jinx was wrecked, trying to even her breath.

“c’mere.” she mumbled, petting your head with her free hand. she doesn’t have to ask twice for you to crawl up to her, resting your head on her chest. youf mind was still dizzy from everything that just happened.

she was running her hand through your hair, when she broke the silence "you’re such a good girl," she murmured, her voice hoarse.

heat rushed to your face at her words. even just her voice sounded wrecked, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at knowing you were the one who did that to her.

you nuzzled yourself further into her chest, your body was starting to feel heavy. she chuckled faintly, her hand still running through your hair. "and now you're a sleepy, stoned mess."

after a beat, she added, "not that that's any differently from how you usually are, though."

“stop babbling,” you mumbled, pecking the top of her breast. “let’s nap.” she groaned softly, shifting slightly to fix her underwear and lay comfortably. “you’re still no fun.” she murmured, cuddling you back.

bonus !

having jinx on your lap as you hung out with the group wasn’t something new. but only a fool wouldn’t realize the change of dynamic between you and her. as one of your hands was busy holding your drink, the other gripped possessively to her hip, pulling her back in place whenever she slipped for squirming too much, babygirl couldn’t sit still as she told her fabulous stories.

“jinx,” ekko’s voice interrupted as he approached with a confident smile. “i have a blunt to share, ya wanna head upstairs?”

“oop— nah, thanks man.” she chuckled, leaning back against your chest as she held your hand to her stomach. “i only smoke my girlfriend’s weed.”

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First time || Jinx

Masterlist

Request by anonymous here

Warnings: smut, soft sex, virgin!Jinx, virgin!reader, fingering (r receiving), not proofread, bad writing, and I think that's it.

Words: 1.9k

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"You're so pretty." Jinx mumbled against your neck as you put her hair behind her ear. You hummed, smiling down at her while her lips were travelling down your body. You shirt wad already on the floor, leaving you in sweatpants and a bra. On the other hand, Jinx was still fully dressed. Your hands made their way down her top, slowly caressing her back, which made her shiver under your gentle touch. You didn't want to rush or make her feel pressured to do anything, so you always made sure to keep your touch loving and comforting with her.

"Can I ?" You whispered as your fingers traced random shapes on her shirt. The simple question was enough to make her stomach do a flip. She was still getting used to being asked for consent or opinion on random things. She eventually nodded, "Yeah, you can. I mean, you're already shirtless. It's only fair that way, right, toots ?" She rambled. You could tell she was slightly nervous, so you didn't waste a second to reassure her, "This isn't about fairness. It's about you being comfortable with this, love." You tenderly explained, a hand on her cheek, softly caressing her reddened skin. She nodded again, slowly but surely understanding the situation. You kiss her nose to bring her attention back on you, "So ? What's your answer, baby ?" You murmured.

She suddenly kissed you and quickly pulled away, barely giving you any time to process what just happened, "The answer is yes." She said. Her lips inches away from yours. You nodded, letting your hands go underneath her top, unhurriedly taking it off. Her breath hitched at the cool air, hitting her now bare skin. You were mesmerised by the sight in front of you, your brain could barely think straight but you rapidly remembered who you had before you -a broken soul who needs constant reassurance- so you did your job, "You're stunning, Jinx. It's absolutely stunning." Your voice was full of adoration. The blue haired girl could only believe your words. A smile appeared on her face, and her eyes filled up with stars while looking into your fond ones. No words were spoken, but you both understood the other one's need and leaned into the most passionate kiss you've ever shared.

Your lips moved. I'm synchronisation as her tongue asks for entrance, which you gladly gave. Your tongues are now dancing with each other. The kiss was slow yet heated, hands roaming around every inch of your bodies like you guys were making sure to never forget what your partner's body looked like. The need and desire you were feeling towards one another was basically palpable, and you both definitely knew where this make-out session was going.

Her lips left yours, founding their place back on your neck as her hands went to your back to open your bra but nit before asking for permission that you happily gave. Her fingers quickly unhooked your bra without any problem. You gasped at her efficacy, which, of course, busted her ego. She smirked, taking your bra off to throw it somewhere in her room. Her eyes fell on your breasts, "Oh wow. Didn't know you were hiding all that under your clothes, baby." The rasp in her voice came out strongly, making you melt. Your cheeks reddened at her comment. It made you feel confident, but you couldn't help but ask, "You like it ?" You mumbled, feeling insecure. Jinx's eyes widened, "Like it ?! I love it ! You're gorgeous, toots. Wanna workship you, to be honest." The last past of her sentence came out as a whisper.

"Workship me ? Yeah, you can do that. Only if I get to workship you back ?" You smiled, and she nodded. Her lips found your neck again, going down to your cleavage. She took your time before going further and kissing between your breasts. You breathed heavily but tried to keep it steady. Jinx noticed your irregular breath, so she put her hand on where your heart was and helped you breathe more steadily. "You're safe. Don't worry, doll." She whispered, her lips making their way to your breast. She held your hand, interviewing your hands together when she kissed around your breast and then sucking on your nipple. You let out a soft moan of her name, which indicated her she was doing. She was proud and aroused at the same time. She could already tell this was her favourite sound. She gave attention to both your breasts, massaging the one she wasn't sucking on, eventually leaving small hickeys. You whimpered and moaned each time her lips touched your nipples, you couldn't get enough, and you wanted more of her.

"Jinx..." Your hips shyly jerked, she smirked, "Yes, toots ?" She answered while kissing your abdomen that contracted to the feeling of her lips. She didn't help your state when her hand left your breast to caress your side. You shivered under her touch, only then did you remember to answer her question. "Can we go further ?" You murmured, feeling slightly ashamed for some reasons. Jinx smiled up at you, "I'm ready to go further. Are you ?" You immediately nodded, and a 'yes' quickly left your mouth.

She pecked your lips, her hand leaving yours to undo your pants, your hands instinctively did the same with hers. Now both your pants are off, and your girlfriend didn't wait a second to love on your thighs, proudly smiling at the wet patch on your panties. She was glad you couldn't see how wet she was because she wanted to keep her pride, even if it wouldn't last long. She kissed your legs as you caressed her hair. Her mouth found your panties, looking up at you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable. And you weren't. You were getting impatient because of how painful the pool between in your panties felt.

She understood the message and took your panties off. Her breath hitched at the view of your bare pussy, "God... so pretty. You're absolutely perfect, my love." She praised, "Can I ?" You blushed at her words and nodded, "Yes, you can. Please." You begged and obviously Jinx gave in. She kissed your inner thighs then your clit, your body trembled, you moaned her name. "Feels good ?" She whispered. She was worried she wouldn't be able to make you feel good since she never done this before. "Yeah, you can keep going, darling." You panted, she nodded. She licked up your folds and kissed your clit again, you moaned and your legs shook. She couldn't get enough of your reaction so she kept going.

She sucked on your clit with precautions, her hand massaging your thigh, the other one back into yours, your hand never left her hair. "Should I put a finger in ?" She wondered, you hesitatingly nodded. You've only felt your own fingers inside of you so you were scared, however you wanted to take this step with your lover. "Yes, you should." You murmured, she came up to you to kiss your lips then sweetly smiled at you, "I'll try my best." She whispered, "I'm sure you'll do great." Your hands enveloped her face. You felt her finger going up your folds, leading you to tremble, she massaged your clit in circular motion as she slowly went in. Your walls felt tight our her finger, a gasp came out of your mouth to the feeling of her inside you, she didn't dare to move until you gave her the go and that didn't take long for you to give it to her.

She started moving her finger, she made sure to hit every spot inside of you, her eyes glued to yours not to miss any of yours reaction so she's know when she hit the that spot. She was steadily stirred, listening to your little moans and whimpered that made her ears go red. She felt herself getting wetter, but she brushed the thought away to focus on you and only you. Jinx's finger curled against your gummy walls it sent a shot of pleasure through your body, one that you've never felt before, your back arched with your mouth leaving a moan of her name. Her pupils went darker of lust. She wanted to give you more without overstepping your boundaries.

"Do, um, do you want me to add a finger ?" She unsurely asked, scared of your reaction. However, you were so lost in bliss that you couldn't even think straight. You eagerly nodded and only wanted to feel more of her. Jinx smiled and gently rubbed her other finger against your folds before entering your tight cunt. You moaned out loud, you've never felt so full in your entire but, gosh, it felt so good. "Jinx, fuck, you can go faster." You had a time forming a sentence but thankfully your girlfriend understood your will and obeyed. She went faster and it was so immediate you saw stars within the second.

"Like that, baby ?" She kissed your jaw, teasing you because she knew you liked what she was doing, and it was only busting her ego, "Yeah, keep going, love." You panted, your back arching when you felt her fingers curling, touching your g-spot. A lusty moan came out of your mouth as you felt the heat in your stomach getting stronger. Your walls tightened around Jinx's fingers, which made her groan. The whole time she tried to keep her noises down but she never succeeded, the sight fo you in such deep pleasure in front of her was too much for her to stay quiet, leaving small moans, sighs and whimpers. She took the time to praise you every now, and then when she felt your walls tightening around her, she understood you were close.

She caressed your tummy, "It's okay, toots, let go. Trust me." She gently whispered, her lips ghosting yours, keeping her mouvement steady so you'd get your release soon. And soon you got it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you held into her arms, your body trembling in pleasure when your orgasm hit you. And it hit you like a train. You uncontrollably shook under her from your first orgasm given by someone else. It was so much more intense than all the orgasms you've had by yourself and you weren't complaining because, fuck did it feel good.

Jinx held you against her, kissing your head as she murmured sweet words into your ear until you calmed down. She was so incredibly proud that she made you come undone around her fingers. She couldn't live that moment down. She looked at you with so much love and care. Her pink eyes never looked so warm. Your reaction was impossibly endearing to her she wanted to see it again and again and again, but at the same time, she didn't want to overwhelm you. She was too lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear you talking.

"Jinx, baby ? Are you still with me ?" Your breath was irregular as you spoke, a small giggle leaving your mouth. Jinx shook her head to focus back on you, "Yeah, of course, I'm here, toots." And here she was, everything was so quiet, everything was always so quiet when you were here. No voices, no bad thoughts, nothing. Just you and her against the world. "Did you hear what I said, hun ?" You asked, your hand caressing her cheek, "Nah, your body distracted me." She answered with a cheeky tone that made you blush. You smiled and repeated yourself, "I said do you wanna go next ?" You whispered. She didn't know how to react because she didn't know if she wanted to go next. But she did. She agreed, letting you take care of her. She trusted you with her body.

The night was eventful but unbelievably romantic.

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A/n: Here's my Christmas gift for y'all :) Love you <33

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meeting BIKER!JINX at a seedy bar and letting her fingerfuck you in the bathroom…

you weren’t usually the type to slip into seedy bars like this one — it reeked of beer, urine, and sweat, and the patrons were on the bitter side of unsavory.

but after the day you’d had, you really needed a drink — and the softer the blow on your wallet, the better.

hence why you even entered the last drop in the first place. cheapest alcohol around was the word on the street. and that was all you’d come for — and now you’re left wondering how the hell you’d been so far derailed from that goal.

“god, your cunt is fuckin’ needy, sweets.” the woman rasps into your ear, body pinning yours against the cold metal of the stall. her fingers feel like heaven inside you, scissoring open your sloppy walls and plunging in deep with slick squelches.

you can’t even speak; you can only rut your hips into her hand to glean that intermittent friction against your clit, her slightly calloused palm like pure electricity against the sensitive bulb. it isn’t the first time you’ve had fingers up your pussy, but it had never felt like this before.

but then again, you’d never had anyone this fucking sexy doing such a lewd act to you.

the woman had caught your eye immediately — everything from her outfit to her attitude called you like a siren’s song, and it didn’t take her long to notice you as well.

and clearly, it hadn’t taken her that long to get you into the bathroom, either. you could have sworn you’d never been so easy.

“mm, can’t speak, baby? aw, that’s so adorable. are my fingers fuckin’ you that stupid? god, i could ruin you, y’know.” she growls, hand bunting harshly into your swollen clit as she fingerfucks you harder, faster — she has such strength behind her movements, and skill carved from experience; she’s driving you absolutely dumb.

“fuck. listen to this pussy. i knew it when i saw you; knew you had a noisy pussy. mm. wanna fuck this cunt forever.”

moans and spittle fall from your lips as your head thuds against the stall, legs weak and shaky from pleasure being forced into your body. fuck, you don’t even know her name — you’d never even asked. and here you are, about to cum on her fingers.

and she knew — god, she knew. her lips are slightly chapped when she mashes them against yours, but they’re warm and taste faintly of the cinnamon bourbon she’d downed earlier.

“you’re ‘bout to cum, yeah, sweetheart? mhm, good. you can do it aaaaall over my fingers. make ‘em nice n’ messy.” she coos, soft breasts meeting yours as she shoves herself flat against you. it’s hot, she’s hot, and your head is so, so fuzzy — you don’t even know which way is up now.

the only thing you can focus on is your orgasm, and the fingers currently ripping it from you. the unnamed fingers that are painted blue and pink and harbor the skills of a lust demon.

you only wanted to drink away the day. but, oh, you got so much more than you came for — and it was just what you needed.

if there was a possibility of meeting her again, you’d come to the seedy bar known as the last drop every. single. fucking. night.

i literally cannot get over the bikerverse… it’s infesting my head HELP.

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my fav art of her yall...

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i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

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Yoko: hey Enid, I know how hard thid is but we're going to have to move away from the coffin at some point

Enid: No I'll just wait here

Divina: Enid, it uh, it really seems like you haven't accepted what's happened and... listen, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but, Wednesday's gone.

Enid: She'll come back. She told me she'd come back, she said "Enid, I shall come back", so like, just wait til she comes back.

Yoko (sighing): right sure

Yoko: I think that we shou- OH MY GOD WEDNESDAY WHAT THE FUCK

Wednesday (brushing splinters of coffin from her shoulders): I have come back

Yoko: WELL FUCK ME THEN, I GUESS

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the knee thing™

source: @salmonzouju on twitter

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caitvi fuckgirls x virgin!reader

femmepussy (cait) + butchcock (vi) = deflowering you

tw; sorority!caitlyn & fratbro!vi bc i succumbed to lust, virgin!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, pussyeating, pussyfucking, praise, mild agegap (senior!caitvi x freshman!reader). wc; 2.2k

they’re no strangers to bringing girls home. they’ve refined it to an art. or at least, caitlyn has. vi is still prone to flash a wink with a drink clasped in hand, and a sleazy (though it looks more sultry, on her), “my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar, and..” when she’s feeling real lazy.

it still works, of course. of course it does. who wouldn’t want to get in-between the most legendary couple on campus? fraternity president and sorority president, all at once—college politics aside—it’s anybody’s wet dream.

tonight, it’s your turn. if the two pairs of hands wandering up your body downstairs, we’re anything to go by—and the matching smirks curving their lips as you were led gently away from the party and into one of the rooms above (door, plastered with a VI, to leave no room for argument. the frathouse always did throw the grandest ragers).

caitlyn leans against the doorway, tongue prodding the inside of her cheek as she eyes down the both of you, shamelessly. the room is plastered with posters you think your dad might've liked when he was sixteen, and countless football trophies and college memorabilia. not that analysing vi's room decor is exactly what's on your mind, right now—not when you're splayed back in the middle of a double-size bed, sheets crumpled under you, with aforementioned room owner sprawled in the space between your legs, her girlfriend steadily approaching, from the side.

"shit. you're just a lil' baby, huh?" vi's eyes are lidded as she plays with the hem of your shorts, pink hair all ruffled. her big hands swallow the span of your thighs, and she grins, lazy, at the sight.

"vi. don't be crass," caitlyn chastises, like her gaze isn't practically stripping you down with laser-focus. she honest to god licks her lips; because—who wouldn’t? pretty girl on a pretty girl, laid out like a pair of perfect presents, upon the bed. "you'll scare the poor girl."

"oh, c'mon, cait." vi grins, "i know the thought of defiling a freshie gets you wetter than a supersoaker."

this is all moving so fucking fast, you almost feel dizzy. can't breathe, because—well—holy fucking shit. as if your ramping discomfort is sensed, a calloused hand rests on your shoulder, and the tension melts away.

"you can't get better than us," vi soothes, in her smug, infinite wisdom. "just relax, sweetheart. we'll take good care of you." her hands are already snaking under, before a little tutting noise halts her movements. vi's head snaps up, like a puppy to a clicker, the beginnings of a despairing frown marring her pretty features. caitlyn’s smirk is gloating.

"take an off-side, darling. i found this one, first."

vi's jaw drops, shooting upwards in incredulity. "what? but—"

caitlyn shoots her girlfriend a sharp warning glare that sends a jolt of lighting straight to your cunt, and vi wilts like a curling petal, sulking all the way to the couch on the opposite-end to the bed. she collapses, legs swinging wide in the most egregiously delectable manspread of all time. the position shows off the most insane boner you've ever had the pleasure of seeing. the tent spears upwards like a fucking skyscraper, towering up at the crotch of vi's jeans as it's if attempting to burst free from its restraints.

then, vi's fly comes loose, and the veined girth of her cock slaps out in all its glory, bouncing against her toned abdomen and smearing a trail of slick behind. thick, hot-pink hairs crawl upwards from its base to just under her belly button. the aftermath of pre-cum glosses over locks, glistening under the dim lights.

oh, god. this is better than porn.

"see that? that's all for you." caitlyn purrs, and the red flushes to the tips of your ears, blood roaring. you don't even realise you've let out a whine, thighs shifting subconsciously, when vi grunts out a low, "fuck," and palms her dick.

caitlyn's tongue wraps around the swollen nub of your clit, and all of a sudden, you know exactly why people say caitlyn's tongue is like silver. she works, languidly, at first. heat licks up your thighs, and out of the blurry corners of your vision, you can see vi's hand wrap around her cock. caitlyn laves up the nooks and crannies of your folds in little flicks, gaze gossamer as the ferocity of her eyes pin you down.

plush lips barely graze your cunt, and humiliatingly, a garbled moan wrenches from your throat, body snapping taut with the force of an elastic band, caitlyn freezes, and you're made intimately aware of just how wet you are, and you've done nothing but squirm a little as they simply take their positions.

"don't be embarrassed, lovely," cailyn laughs, when your thighs quiver like they're about to squeeze shut—keeping you spread open, with the press of a palm, nails grazing up your abdomen. "it's flattering."

what caitlyn finds, in the first fifteen seconds of eating you out, is that you are extremely fucking sensitive. by the nth jerk of the knee, and those delicious, strangled whimpers that stream out of your pretty panting mouth; she has to ask.

"is this your first time?”

"why?" your hands are fisted into the sheets, knuckles bled white. "is it bad? am i bein’ bad?”

oh, caitlyn's always been a sucker for the whimpering type.

“no, darling,” she coos, nosing up the wet headiness of your pussy, pupils edging out the sharp, cerulean blue of her irises because, oh, she can’t let you realise just how wet you’ve just made her. a virgin. she can feel her already-damp panties, become renewed with a gush of slick as she slides her hands up your thighs, groin subtly grinding through her clothes and against the edge of the mattress because—fuck.

"fuck, i'm so hard," vi whines, a little desperate as she makes the widest puppy-eyes from the sofa, cock drooping in her hand as it pumps out an insane amount of pre like it's nobody's business. her knee has been jostling up and down like it's about to jackhammer a hole in the carpet. she's teetering on the precipice of simply exploding all over the two of you, eyes glazed over as her teeth grit in the effort to restrain herself. because if she cums; caitlyn won't let her fuck you, and call it the alcohol, her dick, or pure, dumb horniness; but there is literally nothing she wants more on this earth, right now—than to bury her cock inside of you and fuck you to oblivion.

caitlyn, however, is playing your pretty virgin pussy like a fiddle. you thrash, back, on the sheets, slew of broken moans torn from your lips. she’s drunk on lust. god, the way you tremble under her, bundle of nerves reacting to each and every one of her barest licks with the harshest gasps or clamp of your thighs. you’d have her wrapped in a headlock, by now, if it weren’t for the force in which she’s a splayed you open—right for vi’s prying eyes, as the older girl furiously fists her cock, frustration burning in her gut at being forced to only look, but barred to touch.

"cupcake," vi pleads, as both you and caitlyn's gazes turn on her. yours, baleful and uncomprehending, hips canting uselessly to chase after caitlyn's retreating mouth. she hushes your whimper (but coos all the same).

"i'm dyin', here," vi moans, and with the flushed tint of her cheeks and sweat glistening in the creased furrows of her brow; hand quivering around her dick—she almost looks like she is. caitlyn laughs, and your pussy throbs when hot breath gusts against your clit.

caitlyn sighs, exaggerated. the both of you can see the smug glint to her eyes, at the way she's worked both her babies, up. (and what a slip of the mind, that is? not an hour in the bedroom, and she's already calling you her baby. their baby.) she lifts up from between your legs, with one last kiss planted directly onto the deliciously glossy wetness of your swollen clit (yes, you shake), before coaxing vi forwards.

vi lunges forwards, like a starved lion thrown it's first scrap of meat, and suddenly the silken fingers dragging up your thighs and the soft lips kissing teasingly along your folds—is replaced by a desperate, fervid nuzzling and slobbering, as vi mouths desperately up your legs.

"i gotta—" she mumbles into your cunt, hands spreading you so wide they almost hurt. "i need—baby—please. i gotta be in you. i gotta— y'pussy smells so good. looks so pretty an' wet an'—" her growls are practically gibberish. caitlyn snorts. she, too, is partial to seeing vi a drooling mess.

you don't have much mental space, to do more than nod, heart thudding out of your chest. distantly, you hear a groaned "fuck, yes!" from underneath you, though any further processing that (surprisingly adorable) comment—is wrenched away by the vi is clambering on top to mount you, flat of her dick sliding along your folds. you both gasp, your chest lurching upwards—before caitlyn's manicured hand pushes you right back down.

"relax," she coos, as vi's weight sinks on top of your thighs, "it'll be easier, that way." vi is practically trembling in an attempt not to just ram herself into you. her head brushes against your core, and it feels like water. vi moans, almost buckling in anticipation. "can i please—"

you think maybe caitlyn nods her head, or gives some other indication of affirmation; because you can't see anything but spinning stars in your vision the second vi pushes, into you.

you're forced to turn your head, biting into the sheets to stifle what you're sure would be screams—until caitlyn gently takes your head, and shifts it to bury between her thighs. the heat from caitlyn’s core is distracting and tempting and has you drooling, though completely useless to do anything but pant and moan and mewl, helplessly into it, as vi‘s cock plows into you with a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“careful with her, baby.”

“i’m trying,” vi huffs through gritted teeth, her own eyes burning because her head is whirling with entirely unhelpful thoughts, like, holy shit, is she the first one to use your tight little hole like this? and oh, fuck, am i good? am i hurting her? this is her first time. shit. and then, just oh, fuck.

you unravel, midway around the girth of vi's cock. you spam, upwards, mangled croon resonating up and into caitlyn’s cunt, hips bucking up and unintentionally slamming vi hilt-deep, and like a seismic chain-reaction; both of them cry out at once. vi, at the sensation of being completely sucked into the tight, wonderful clench of your pussy, submerged completely in the all-encompassing heat as your orgasm shatters your body and mind into what feels like a million little peaces. caitlyn, can't not cum, with the taste of you still glazing her tongue and the way you cry out, into the sloppy slick of her folds and reverberating to her core. it's not just that, though. it's the way you babble, squirming uselessly as your eyes roll into your head and your lashes flutter like the prettiest thing, mouth lolling open around caitlyn's creaming cunt. it takes, a moment, for the three of you to recover. vi is slumped into your chest, cock still twitching as her head kisses your burning insides. caitlyn's legs have fallen limp. it's only when they start to move, vi shakily, reluctantly, sliding out from your cunt—and caitlyn's thighs, loosening from your shoulders—that you protest.

"wait," you rasp, eyes all glossy as you peer up at them through teary lashes, and fuck, for a moment they think; jesus christ. you might just be the most precious thing in the world. "i— i wanna try." you declare, pushing up weakly on your elbows.

"you want to try?"

"wanna make you feel good," you slur, into her thighs, and unbidden, caitlyn feels a whole new gush of heat rush through and slick your pink-dusted cheeks in an entirely new type of sheen.

"..i always did like the ones with a little initiative."

and when you burrow yourself into caitlyn’s cunt, trying to mimic the motions she’d done before to get you feeling as if you were floating on cloud nine; her fingers card through your hair, and vi rocks her hips, still into you, catching her breath as she nuzzles into your collar.

“..feel so good, baby. doin’ so well.” she pants, thumb running up the curves of your body, eyes lifting to fix caitlyn with starry eyes and caitlyn can’t help but swallow, her fingers quivering as you swirl your tongue like a good little pupil and she arches her head back, satisfied “ah,” shuddering though her. and they realise, then, that they’re kind of fucking besotted.

“can we keep her?” vi murmurs, and you’re so deep in caitlyn’s pussy that you almost miss it. caitlyn’s lips curl upwards, head in a daze, as her grip tightens in your hair—loathe to let you go.

“god, please.”

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giving fuckgirl!cait (+basketball) the best head of her life (she still doesn’t know what the hell to do about it)

sub!caitlyn, blowjobs, caitlyn cums in approx 2 seconds and is then humiliated, smut n fluff, ohhh she’s definitely in love with you

fuckgirl!cait who is just a little needy. the first time you ask her she’s all wide-eyed and her mouth is dry and suddenly she’s nervous for the first time in her life. which makes zero sense because (“not to sound like a dickhead—“ “prefacing that everytime doesn’t make you any less of a dickhead, cait.”) she’s been bobbing her cock down willing girls’ throats since she hit puberty. to destress or for fun or if she felt like it. whatever. the point is; she’s well-versed in this.

so, why her palms are suddenly sweating and her cheeks are glowing she has no idea. croaks. “uhm. are you sure? because you really don’t have to—“ like she hasn’t been harassing you for the past couple months and even if she’s had countless fantasies of this moment; imagining you, and your plush, soft lips wrapped around her cock as she splatters her load against the shower wall or a tissue or her dedicated cumsock (ok, sometimes she is just a jock. sue her. she’s a busy woman! and she, admittedly, no longer has a maid waiting on her beck and call.)

you laugh, all deep and throaty and it makes caitlyn want to sink between your couch cushions and die.

“what’s with the deer in the headlights look?” you’ll never grow tired of teasing her, even if you no longer think of her as the arrogant basketball prick who pads around you like a lost puppy and instead; now, something closer to an.. acquaintance with benefits.

(caitlyn has no clue how she made it this far with you. it’s like you just randomly decided to give her a shot one day, on a whim, and she desperately doesn’t want to blow it. even if acquaintance-with-benefits is a title that disgruntles her, at the very least. hurts, at the very most. like, very very most, okay?)

“i just..” caitlyn lets out a quiet whine when your fingers curl against the hem of her basketball shorts and—ah, shit. and now she’s hard. “now look what you’ve done.” she hisses, though she’s not quite sure what she expected when you texted her for netflix and chill like it’s still the 2010s.

“there’s that pretty thing.” you completely ignore her in favour of continuing your blasted teasing, fingers snaking underneath her waistband and pulling, guiding the shorts down the sharp v-line at her crotch and eyes travelling down the fine, inky lines of her happy trail to the spring of her cock, over the edge; half-glazed and all pretty and pink.

“you really want to..?” she doesn’t know why she keeps backtracking, like she hasn’t been talking and talking about how fucking good she’d be. and now that it’s really happening she’s getting cold feet, of all things.

“it’s just a blow, cait.” you roll your eyes.

right. just a blow. like she’s done, a million times before. god. god. she doesn’t know where the fuck this performance anxiety has suddenly arose from (pun unintended). she’s (gracefully and intentionally) bruised countless girls’ throats, for fuck’s sake. twisted her hand in the hair and yanked them sharply with each forceful snap of her hips, and told them to swallow without so much as a blink.

except you—you—

“mmgh—“ caitlyn throws her had back, as she lets out an exceedingly unflattering grunt, with the gusto in which you take her into her mouth. your tongue swirls, along her tip, and—hah—her mind melts to butter. her eyes are all cloudy, head spinning. “wait—mmf—i didnt—“

caitlyn’s hips buck, heedlessly, into your mouth. fuck. she usually has more rhythm than this. more—control. but then your tongue is sliding underneath and your hand running over to curl around her base and she’s rutting upwards aimlessly, like some stupid teenage boy who doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing. only that—shit—she’s never felt this good in her life and this is not just a blow—this is the most beautiful, nirvana-inducing, mind-shattering experience she could’ve ever—ungh.

oh.

oh, nononono. nono— no. she didn’t just—

your mouth hangs open, still, as you stare up at her with wide, surprised eyes; throat bobbing as if you were preparing to maybe do that really hot vacuum-type motion again except there’s kind of no fucking point because her dick is twitching uselessly as it slips out of your mouth and she watches in horror, as cum drizzles down your chin.

you swallow. caitlyn dreads that glimmer in your eyes, already.

“i usually—i last longer than that!” caitlyn’s cheeks are beet-red and she’s blinking up at you with those big, sad blue eyes and you’re laughing. crawling on top of her stomach as her dick presses flush and sticky against your lower torso and you’re laughing at her plight. ok, that’s it. it’s over. her reputation that she’s fought and fucked so hard for is dead and gone. she’s got to pack her bags, move countries, and start over.

she buries her face into the crook of your neck. surprisingly, you don’t push her away. “you can’t tell anyone.” she orders, petulant. she’s fucking humiliated.

“why would i tell anyone?” you snort. she whines.

“i don’t want you to think—“ caitlyn digs her short-cut nails into palms, looking frustrated; brows knit and cheeks still flushed, stray strands of hair a mess against her forehead. “i didn’t come over just for a blow.”

“i know, cait.”

caitlyn doesn’t know how much you know, frankly, because she doesn’t know how much she knows—considering she’s just had the most earth-quaking orgasm of her life in all but two seconds like some lame loser virgin and not the cool, suave playgirl that caitlyn kiramman is so known to be; but you’re sinking back into her arms and letting her keep leaking leftover dribbles into your couch as she clings and maybe, she doesn’t care. just wants to stay like this for a little while, and blink the spots out of her vision.

“i’m normally really very good.” she insists, words spilling out in an accented rush against your skin, half-slurred. “seriously.”

“caitlyn.”

“seriously!”

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I have a little request for you mllll!

Can you do a story (it’s smut ofc lmaoooo)

But like one were they reader x Billie are at dinner witj Billies parents and she made the reader wear these vibrating pantie thingys that Billie controls?

purrr yes.. enjoy baby 💖

it'd been her idea. one you'd consensually agreed to. what you hadn't known at the time, as you sat in her car, was that you were on your way to dinner with her parents. you hadn't realized it 'til you walked through the restaurant's doors and the first people you spotted were them waving and motioning the two of you to come over.

was she serious right now? you looked at her with a confused expression to which she responded with the sweetest and fakest smile you'd ever seen as she took your clammy hand walking you in the direction of her family. she was devious. she'd totally set you up and you'd willingly walked into her trap. clutching her hand as you sat down on your chair. shifting in your seat when the vibrator burrowed between your folds. you glanced at her with a look of desperation. please, not here - but she just smiled, squeezed your hand on the table, and turned to talk to her parents.

appetizers came around. nothing. dinner came around. nothing. you were on dessert now. the fork twirling in your fingers as you shared a plate with billie.

you'd been clutching the edge of your seat. opening your legs wider under the table. hoping she'd just forgotten about it as the restaurant got busier and louder and the conversations grew deeper and the food on your plates diminished.

but billie wasn't one to forget things. as you held the spoon to your mouth the first wave of vibrations pulsed on your clit and you gasped closing your mouth around the spoon. your teeth clunked on the metal as you quivered trying to play it off.

"you okay?" billie asked looking at you with a concerned expression. god, she was quite the actress. acting like she cared when she knew exactly what she was doing. you clenched your jaw after swallowing. nodding as you clutched the spoon in your hand afraid to go in for another bite. nervously anticipating the next vibration.

you should've known better than to relax your shoulders because as soon as you leaned back on your chair and crossed your legs, the stupid little remote was in her hand and she'd pressed the button and increased the speed and oh my god, the sensations coursing through your body were magnetic as she watched you carefully totally ignoring the conversation her parents were having only a few inches away.

you hummed clinging on to the edge of the table straightening your back. billie ran her tongue ran across her teeth as she raised her brows. she crossed her arms looking at you curiously feigning innocence when maggie asked what was wrong and you simply spurred a fake laugh saying it was your back.

you glanced at billie mouthing 'off' pleading with your eyes, but she simply shrugged and leaned back on her chair manspreading as she pretended to be interested in what her parents were saying. the vibrator was so burrowed in your underwear, you could feel every vibration on your throbbing clit. it was blinding. your eyes were starting to fill with tears as you were made to hold your moans and whimpers. desperately, you leaned into her - hand feeling for her jeans for the remote in her pocket.

she looked down at your hand before meeting your gaze in a deadly stare but you really didn't care if she destroyed you later, you couldn't sit vibrating in front of her parents anymore. not without completely embarrassing yourself. your hands were shaking as you found the remote trying to pretend like you were listening. you sighed with relief when you found the remote but in your shaking state it fell under the table and billie only snorted trying to contain her laughter. you were going to die. you were going to with a fucking vibrator in your underwear as maggie questioned why you were panicking and crawling under the table. you couldn't fucking find it. you grunted and stood pushing your chair away rushing to the bathroom as billie shrugged to her parents.

"go check on her," maggie said looking at billie with raised brows and a concerned look on her face.

billie got up from the table following you to the bathroom. she caught you right as you were opening the door. you gasped when she gripped your arm pushing into the bathroom. slamming the door behind her. shoving your against the cold marble sink. hand pressed to your vibrating pussy as you cried out. you were sensitive. so sensitive to her harsh touch as she whispered words you couldn't comprehend. words that were muddled by her moving hand.

when her fingers pushed through your entrance you moaned so loudly she had to cup your mouth knowing the bathrooms weren't exactly soundproof. her fingers moved impossibly fast. the toy still vibrating against your clit. you were holding on by a thread whimpering in the palm of her hand. legs quivering as you stood on the tips of your toes gripping the sink so close to spilling over the edge.