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[simfluencer-network]

(reblog part 1 because of tag limits)

2t3 pack of clothes

Added some polygons to the sleeves to remove corners, clothes are still low poly.

Taken from expansions and stuff: Base, Seasons, Nightlife, Apartment Life

The first outfit in the second picture converted with shoes, it is recommended to wear invisible feet.

Recolorable

Download: SFS and Mediafire

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. sub-top vi with a dick. fem power-bottom reader. vaginal sex. breeding. p in v sex.

vi masterlist

word count: 1.5k

thinking about whiny girlcock vi, who has the most sensitive dick you’ve ever bared witness to. the two of you have been hooking up for months now and she might be the best sex you’ve ever had. her reactions are priceless too, especially when she first pops the head of her cock inside your hole and she looks like she’s ascended to heaven. you can always picture her blissed out face so clearly in your mind whenever you touch yourself.

her cock is girthy, so fat that you can’t even fit your entire hand around it, and when she’s inside you, you can feel her reach your bellybutton. plus, when she’s fucking into you, she moans as if she’s the one getting fucked. if anyone were to overhear, they’d assume those were your squeaky whimpers, the sounds of you begging.

sometimes you try to just lay back and relax, allow vi to ravage you with her cock, but then she’s breaking you out of your trance and asking if it feels good, if she’s doing it right—and you sigh because she’s so dependent on you, she needs you to tell her what to do. your pussy makes her feel dumb, it makes her brain melt out of her head.

currently, you’re in her lap, bouncing on her cock like she’s nothing more to you than a toy. you’re riding her with a maddeningly slow rhythm, just because you like the faces she makes when you do; like vi can’t decide if it feels good or if she’s going to cry out of frustration.

you whimper, clenching down hard on the thick shaft impaling you, feeling it pulse and throb inside your fluttering walls, feeling the heartbeat in the thick veins running up the sides. you grinds your hips down, taking vi as deep as she can go, loving the way that her fat cock-head kisses your cervix.

vi’s desperation is palpable, her hips twitching and jerking with the effort of holding still, of letting you set the pace. It's clear that she's absolutely dying to just grab your hips and rail into you with pathetic fervor, to fuck you through the goddamn mattress until you’re both a babbling, drooling mess. but she's trying so hard to be good, to let you use her like the fucktoy she is.

vi’s hips twitch with uncontrollable desperation against you and a sudden cry escapes her lips. “baby, fuuuck, please—just, just a little bit faster—ohh!”

“are you really going to—hmmff—going to make me tell you again, vi? stay still,” you say, grabbing her face firmly, cupping her chin so she’s forced to look up and see the disappointment in your eyes. then you lean in, capturing vi’s lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as you suck the air from her lungs. you bite at vi’s bottom lip, tugging on it with your teeth before soothing the sting with a kitten-lick of your tongue. she moans into your mouth, pulling you closer to her chest with frenzy of hands. “just make me come. okay, sweetheart? then we can, ahh, talk about what to do with you.”

vi chokes on a sob. her eyes, so blue, are staring at you pleadingly. “you’re so t-tight—unghhh! holy shit, i can’t, i can’t, i can’t,” she mindlessly babbles.

vi clearly doesn’t realize the strength in which she’s gripping onto your waist, because it’s hurting you, but right now you can’t even bring yourself to care enough. you’re consumed by the thought of her cock, excited to feel her come inside you, to stuff you full of her arousal. the pain at your waist stings pleasantly anyway, it makes your pussy clench around her cock harder and she gasps as if she’s been stabbed.

”shhh, i know it’s hard, baby. but you gotta—hnngh—hold it together for me, you gotta wait until i’m, ahh, ready to come. don’t you want to feel me come around your cock?”

vi’s chest is heaving and her face is flushed a deep, pretty candy-pink. she’s staring at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. she looks utterly debauched, completely lost in the feeling of your velvet heat squeezing her so fucking tight, but she nods obediently anyway. she’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

”mmm, you can take it,” you say encouragingly, rubbing circles on her rosy nipples. vi’s head falls back against your headboard, moaning like she’s been gutted. you know she’s going to have a sore throat after this because she hasn’t been quiet once.

”ughh, mmmff, yes—“ vi’s moans are raspy and urgent. her breaths come out in sharp, staccato gasps and her eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep them open.

you hum pleasantly, pleased to see that you’re making vi feel so good, like she’s on another astral plane. sex with her is always intimate and passionate, despite how cruel you can often be.

vi puckers her lips, tilting her chin up to capture your own in a slow, deep kiss. it’s a stark contrast to the frantic, desperate kisses you shared earlier. your tongue traces the seam of vi’s lips, coaxing them apart, and then you’re slipping inside to stroke along vi’s own tongue, tasting her, savoring her.

vi whimpers into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair, holding you close as she loses herself in the sensual slide of your mouths. she can taste herself on your tongue from an hour ago, when you had her cock down your throat. the lingering flavor of her own arousal mixes with the unique taste that is purely you, and it makes her head spin with desire.

pulling away, you pepper kisses down her neck—vi is sensitive everywhere, not just her cock. you suck more bruises into her flesh, laving your tongue over older marks that are beginning to fade away.

vi gasps sharply. she’s always been a sucker for neck kisses.

then, despite your numerous warnings this entire time, vi’s cock starts swelling as her orgasm approaches faster. you can feel her skin buzzing and you’re about to give her a piece of your mind, to remind her that you haven’t come yet, until she starts thrusting her hips up into your with abandon. you bite your tongue, holding onto her broad shoulders for dear life. your breasts bounce right in her face.

”yes, yes—oh my god, yes!” you cry, and you’re close, you can feel electricity starting in your toes and making its way up your body. 

vi’s back is arching off your headboard, her toes are curling in the sheets. her toned body withers beneath you, the muscles in her arms flexing as she starts to lose herself in the intense pleasure radiating from her core.

“fuck me, fuck me—nghhh, fuck me!” vi is chanting, then her words dissolve into a soundless scream of ecstasy as her climax crashes over her. 

vi’s entire body tenses up; she feels like a rock beneath you—hard muscles and all. her cock erupts like a volcano inside your pussy, jet after jet of white-hot come filling your womb. she’s shamelessly painting your insides white and her eyes are rolled back in bliss, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a dumb puppy. she’s completely lost in the throes of her orgasm; she’s dizzy with the pleasure wracking her body.

you have no choice but to clench down hard on vi’s spasming cock, milking it for her entire creamy load. you grind down hard on her twitching shaft, taking every last inch of it inside your pussy. you want to feel vi’s come sloshing around in your stuffed cunt, you want to be absolutely filled with her essence.

vi’s cock gives a few more feeble pulses inside your hot, clenching cunt before finally starting to soften, the thick shaft slumping heavily against your stuffed walls.

that’s when you begin to orgasm on her cock, while she’s sensitive and exhausted, and vi lets out a sob when she feels your pussy walls contracting around her. it’s her punishment for coming before you. and you redouble your efforts, slamming your hips down with a brutal, punishing force that has the headboard slamming against the wall.

“ohhh, vi—mmf! feels so good, babe,” you moan, rolling your hips fast and uncoordinated. you’re grinding down on her so hard that you can feel her heavy balls slap against your ass, the ones that emptied her thick load inside you.

vi grips onto your waist, trying to pull you off her cock with hazy eyes, but you shove her hands away until you’re completely satisfied. vi lets out a garbled moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. every time you roll your hips and drop them into her lap, it sounds like you’re jumping in a puddle of rain outside; because vi’s lap is completely drenched in your wetness, her fat loads of come are messily spilling out around her cock, too much to fit inside you—making the mess even worse.

“fuuck—unngh!” vi sobs.

when you’re done, you collapse against vi’s chest. she looks utterly ruined, completely fucked out and satisfied in a way that makes your heart clench with possessive pride. vi sits there, utterly boneless and spent.

you don’t have the heart to be mad at her.

(2/4/25)

[we-die-like-fools]

[simfluencer-network]

(reblog 2/2)

4to3 - Goth Galore Kit - Slash Sleeved Tees

At first these weren't even on my plans for conversion, but then I thought they would look perfect on a sim I'm planning to make, and also it got no meshing involved! I just adjusted stencils/masks and grabbed the skin tight sleeves from my other Goth Galore conversion!

TAEF and TAEM meshes by @sweetdevil-sims, thank you so much for your EA edits!

Unisex, for all ages!

Fully recolorable, with 16 presets! The skull design is recolorable, while the others are non-recolorable stencils. And I also added no stencil presets just for convenience.

Morphed and all LODs

Everyday, Sleepwear, Athletic, Career, Maternity, Not valid for random.

Linked textures: the textures are present only on the AF and AM file, making it required for the Teen and Elder files to show properly in game! Child and Toddler are standalone.

Download: SimFileShare | Mediafire | Simblr.cc

More pictures below the cut.

[raptorwozhere]

Marinette and Kagami episodes are some of my favourites because every time they interact it looks like this:

Additionally if we add the senti-twin-cousins into the mix it just becomes three autistic-coded senti-people and their emotional support chaotic adhd-er

[98chao]

in this life, there's no room for you and me

[cobaltperun]

Would you write a part 2 for rule breakers (Tara Carpenter)? Maybe this time reader sneaks into Tara’s apartment for round 2 because she’s still grounded

The Return of the Rule Breakers

SMUT! Bottom Tara Carpenter x Top G!P female Reader

Summary: What felt like the best night of Tara's life turned into one of the worst days of her life. But, at the end of the day, nothing could get in the way of your relationship, not even Sam.

Warning: You came here for smut, but there's quite a bit of angst (especially for my standards) at the start 🤣 Anyway. Smut, so minors do not interact. Fingering, vaginal sex, girl penis Reader, top Reader, bottom Tara, multiple orgasm.

Masterlist / First Part

Word count: 5k

Birds chirped outside the window as Tara stretched in the bed, still feeling a tiny bit sore, but it was a good kind of sore, one that reminded her of what the two of you did last night. You’ve been so gentle with her last night and she turned to look at you, still sleeping with one arm wrapped around her waist. You were adorable, frowning slightly as the sunlight slipped through the window and hit your face.

Wait…

Sunlight? Birds chirping?

“Fuck! It’s morning!” she exclaimed, jumping and startling you as well. “Shit!” Sam was going to kill her unless she got her ass back home before the paranoid overprotective woman she was related to figured out she snuck out.

“What?” you were still half-asleep, but then Tara took a few precious moments to point outside and your eyes widened as the look of pure horror etched itself on your face. “We’re doomed,” yeah, not the word Tara would use, it wasn’t grave enough. If she somehow survived Sam’s rage, you definitely wouldn’t. Especially is Sam found out what the two of you did last night.

How could you fall asleep like that?

Oh, right. You were both ridiculously happy and comfortable and Tara felt warm and safe, and as she put her clothes on she realized there was a chance Sam would take that away from her permanently.

Yes, she was being rather dramatic, but with adrenaline coursing through her veins all she could think about was getting back home. She got dressed and, despite being in the rush, kissed you, deep and slow, savoring the kiss as if it was the last kiss you’d ever share.

“Whatever happens, I love you,” she whispered as you leaned your forehead against hers.

“I love you too, Tara,” you whispered back and then drove her back to her apartment, tense and beyond worried about Sam’s reaction if Tara didn’t get back to her apartment in time.

~X~

She climbed the stairs to her apartment faster than ever before, racing against time and often skipping a step. By the time she reached her apartment she was out of breath and had to take a moment to catch her breath and use her pump. Damn asthma. She inserted her key into the keyhole and froze, going pale as she realized the front door was unlocked. So, Sam didn’t stop by to grab something at the store. “Fuck,” she whispered as she hoped she could slip into the apartment without being caught. She should have known better. She knew Sam would only leave the doors unlocked if she already knew Tara was out the whole night and was already exacting her revenge.

Still, she hoped maybe it was just Quinn leaving the doors unlocked. Yeah, that had to be it. Surely she wasn’t that unlucky.

And for a cruel minute she had high hopes, slipping through the apartment unnoticed, that is until she went into her room, breathed out a sigh of relief and then heard Sam clearing her throat from her desk. And there she was. Her judge. Her executioner. Her sister. Sitting with her arms crossed, scowl etched onto her face, legs crossed and tense and disappointed.

“I can explain?” Tara tried, really not wanting to get into a fight with Sam right now. And she didn’t want to make an already bad situation even worse.

“You snuck out to see her?” Sam wouldn’t even say your name, she practically spat the correct assumption out.

“’She’ has a name, and yes, I spent the night at Y/N’s place, I missed her,” surely Sam could see that. She was fine! She came back home safe and sound and should have come back home happy, but she couldn’t have that with Sam being the way she was.

“And you’ll keep missing her. You’re not leaving the apartment for another week,” Tara’s jaw dropped at that as Sam got up and slammed the doors behind her.

Oh, hell no, that wasn’t happening! Tara went after Sam immediately. “You can’t do that, Sam,” she argued as she caught up to her sister in the kitchen.

“I’m trying to keep you safe,” she was getting sick and tired of this. It was like she replaced a neglectful mother who couldn’t care less if she lived or died with an overbearing helicopter sister desperate to keep her safe.

“By keeping me here like a prisoner?! Away from the girl I love?! How will that help me, Sam?!” she demanded as Sam began making breakfast.

“You can’t love her, you barely know her,” Sam must have been around parrots a lot, because all she seemed to be doing lately was repeating things she already said.

Tara was breathing heavily, trying desperately to calm down as her sister, as well-intentioned as she was, did her damn best to control her life. “Fuck, you’re worse than mom,” she didn’t even notice she was crying.

That got Sam to freeze just as she was about to crack eggs. “Tara, I-“ she turned to look at Tara, and in her pain Tara missed the horrified look on Sam’s face.

“Don’t bother. I get it. I’ll take your stupid punishment,” she went to her room, refusing to talk to or see anyone for the rest of the day. She only texted you that she’d call you tomorrow, and then, like she did so many times as a child, she cried herself to sleep, quietly, into her pillow, to avoid disturbing anyone.

Because that was how her life was meant to be, right? A silent passenger in her own life whose emotions never mattered. Not to her parents, not to Sam, not to Amber, not to anyone until she met you. And you were a human, with your own limits, you’d eventually reach them, and you’d leave, unable to deal with all the bullshit in Tara’s life.

~X~

She should have answered your texts and calls this morning, but she just couldn’t. She knew you were worried sick since yesterday and that this silence was only making things worse, but if she answered your calls you’d hear her voice, weak and hoarse from crying, and you’d come here. You’d run into Sam and that would be the end of your relationship. At least that’s what Tara, overcome by despair, told herself.

But then, around ten in the morning the doors to her room opened and light from the hall cast light into the dark rook. She spent over twenty four hours in the dark, coming out only to go to the bathroom, so this sudden light made her cover her eyes. “Go away, Sam,” she wanted to just curl up and wait until this emptiness she felt to become more bearable.

“It’s not Sam,” your voice startled her, made her sit up, and for a moment she wondered if she was starting to hallucinate. The dark circles under your eyes that were somehow filled with relief convinced her she wasn’t hallucinating.

“Y/N? How did you get here?” she asked, not sure if she should get up and run into your arms, or not. Did she even have the right to hope that this time things would be different?

You stood there for a moment and Tara finally realized that she was looking like a mess. Still dressed in the same clothes she left your apartment in, her hair messy from turning and twisting in her bed, eyes red and puffy from all the crying. “Walked right by Sam,” you finally replied, closing the doors behind you and turning her nightstand lamp on. You answer genuinely surprised her as you closed the distance between you and hugged her, and for the first time since you met, she didn’t hug you back.

“This is such a mess,” she whimpered as she tried to stop herself from crying again.

You pulled back, keeping your hands firmly on her shoulders to try and ground her. If the situation was any different it would have worked like a charm. “I’m right here, Tara,” you told her softly. “Tell me what you need,” always gentle and loving, always thinking of her needs. Always too perfect to last.

“You’ll leave me too, that’s the rule of my life,” she shook her head, too consumed by the pain and negative emotions to consider that she might be wrong.

“Good thing I like breaking rules,” you said as you changed your approach and sat down next to her. “I’ll stay.”

She wanted to believe that, she truly did, but she’s gotten hurt so many times, got abandoned so many times, that as sweet as those words sounded she struggled to believe them. “When Sam tries to push you away?”

There was no hesitation, your reply was simple, but firm. “I’ll stay.”

So firm she nearly allowed herself to believe those words, one last time. “When I get stuck in my head, when trauma gets too bad?”

You caressed her cheek, nudging her to turn her head and look at you as you answered her question. “I’ll stay.”

“When another psycho comes after me?” because as much as she tried to deny it, she knew what happened to Sidney, she was targeted again and again, and there was always a chance she’d have to go through the same thing. Her blood froze when she realized you’d be in danger.

“I’ll stay,” again those same words, spoken with confidence of someone ready to go through that trauma, to be a target, just to stay by her side.

“When you get hurt by that psycho?” the idea of you getting hurt nearly made it impossible to breathe.

“I’ll stay,” yet you never changed your answer, as if telling her you’d heal and stay by her side no matter what happens to either of you.

“When-“ she tried to ask more, to get you to change your mind, to prove her doubts, that suspiciously sounded a lot like Sam talking, right.

“I’ll always stay. Come hell or high water, I’ll always stay,” she looked you in the eyes, seeing nothing but absolute certainty.

“You’ll stay,” she whispered and finally leaned into your touch, hugging you tightly and crying into your chest. For what felt like the first time in years she sobbed, cried without holding back, without caring who would hear or be bothered by it, because she knew you’d hold her through it, keep her from falling apart, that you’d be there for as long as she’d need you to be.

And you did just that, hugging her, running your fingers through her hair, letting her release everything that she was so desperately trying to keep under a lock and key. You didn’t let go, not when Sam opened the doors and stood there, silently observing as you held Tara, as she curled her fingers against the fabric of your shirt firmer, afraid that you’d move now that Sam was there. But you didn’t. You didn’t even look at Sam, you just kept holding her, and louder sobs tore through her throat, making her entire body tremble. You’d stay. You’d stay no matter what. “Nothing will come between us,” you promised, assuring her, but also letting Sam know anything she could say or do to separate you would fail.

You and Tara only heard the doors closing, you didn’t see the regretful, bitter smile on Sam’s face as she realized she was wrong about you.

You completely took charge after that, and soon after Tara cried all of her tears you made sure she ate, nothing heavy though, mostly fruits and lighter snacks she enjoyed. You even spent the night in Tara’s apartment, only falling asleep long after Tara herself fell asleep in your arms, exhausted by all the crying.

~X~

The morning came and went by the time Tara woke up again, feeling significantly better after spending the night with you and getting yet another confirmation that what the two of you had wasn’t temporary. The relationship hadn’t started that long ago, but it withstood the test of her sister’s worry as well as her breakdown.

She smiled as she felt your arms around her, you held onto her like you were afraid to let go, and she realized just how much she frightened you over the weekend. You looked like you really needed the extended rest both of you got yesterday and last night.

And then came a new wave of guilt. Fuck, she was an asshole. You had sex for the first time and then she basically went radio silent with you. Tara groaned, leaning her forehead against your shoulder. “I figured it wasn’t Friday night,” and she was convinced now that you had some sixth sense for her. “At least not, you know, that part,” you explained and kissed the top of her head. “So, don’t worry about that,” you were worried sick, that much she knew, but it brought her a tiny sense of relief to know that you understood that the silence wasn’t because the two of you had sex.

“I still should have answered your calls,” at least to let you know she’d be fine. Eventually.

“I should have been by your side when you talked to Sam. Should have been there for you from the start,” she just realized you felt guilty as well, even if none of what happened was your fault.

She pushed herself up and looked you in the eyes. “Y/N, that’s nonsense. I should handle Sam, not you,” she argued with a pout. The thought that you felt even slight guilt over something what happened over the weekend hurt, it nearly made her slip right back into that despair she barely got out of yesterday.

And you suddenly chuckled, confusing her. “We are both such a mess,” and she laughed as well, because you really were a mess. You pulled her back into the hug and she relaxed, knowing everything would be fine. It felt like you were chasing the dark thoughts plaguing her mind away and she could finally breathe freely. And then her stomach growled, and she blinked a few times, blushing out of pure embarrassment. “Come on, let’s get something to eat, I’ll even make waffles,” you didn’t laugh at her though, you just got up and Tara immediately perked up at the thought of eating waffles.

Surprisingly, Sam didn’t comment on your presence, didn’t try to argue, she just walked into the kitchen when you were halfway done with making the waffles and Tara was happily munching on one right next to you. “I’m sorry, I went too far” was the only thing Sam said, and Tara nodded, they’d need to have a long conversation later, but for now she just wanted to put the awful weekend aside. Sam being willing to let you stay here was enough for her now, and the apology was an added bonus, but Tara honestly didn’t have the energy to deal with Sam’s guilty consciousness now.

“For what it’s worth, I get where you’re coming from,” you, sensing Tara’s emotional exhaustion decided to speak up, and Tara looked at you, smiling appreciatively at that. “I wish it didn’t take this happening to get you to accept me being here, but we can’t change what happened,” you could say that again.

“Right, I’ll leave you two to your breakfast,” Sam awkwardly took a few steps back and went to the living room.

Tara sighed, wishing things weren’t this tense, but it also made her realize several things now that her mind was a bit clearer. Sam just didn’t know how to approach her anymore. She came back so abruptly, immediately had to protect her while dealing with feeling responsible for what happened to Tara and once that was over, they just refused to acknowledge that they no longer knew how to go back to being sisters. Sam pushed Tara away years before she finally left, and now she no longer knew who Tara was or how much trauma she went through all on her own. All the while, Sam herself had to relearn to care for someone, to be protective without going too far, to be by Tara’s side without restricting Tara’s ability to live her life.

There was so much they needed to work on, and it felt daunting, but neither of them would forgive themselves if they didn’t give it a proper try.

And you? You hugged Tara from behind and that alone made the things that would come seem less difficult. “You still think I’m worth all this trouble?” she only half-joked when she asked you that.

“Absolutely,” you still reassured her and kissed her cheek, only to quickly pull away in panic as the smell of slightly burnt waffles filled the kitchen. “Impatient machines…” you grumbled, frantically opening the said impatient machine and getting the waffles out.

Tara chuckled, patting you on the back. “They still look good,” a bit burnt, but it was worth the hug she got.

“You love me too much,” you didn’t see it though, you saw waffles burnt beyond saving and now it was Tara’s turn to kiss your cheek to comfort you.

“I could never love you too much,” she whispered and stole one of the burnt waffles.

“Tara, wait!” you exclaimed, but she was already putting a bit of whipped cream on top of it and biting it.

“Nope, let me have this,” she winked at you playfully and finished the waffle, even though it was a bit too hot. You looked at her incredulously almost as if you were on the verge of arguing over whether or not the slightly burnt waffles should be eaten, so, she deployed her ultimate weapon. She gave you her biggest puppy eyes and you huffed, giving up the fight before it even properly started.

And so the day continued, after breakfast the two of you went to the park to feed birds because Tara desperately needed some fresh air, then you went for a walk, stumbled upon a recently opened amusement park, went on a couple of rides, even won a teddy bear, and then you finally went home after grabbing a quick bite. By the time you came back home the weekend was pretty much forgotten and you were both genuinely happy.

And nothing, absolutely nothing, could ruin Tara’s mood tonight. When they came back home the apartment was already empty, since Sam was working and Quinn went to hook up with another random guy, meaning you and Tara were left alone in the apartment. So, of course you just took it easy, flipping through TV channels and eventually settling on some random movie that was already halfway through. It sucked, though watching from the middle of the movie probably didn’t help it, but neither of you cared.

~X~

Later that night Tara got out of the bathroom, dressed in simple pale pink pajamas and with her hair tied in a high ponytail since she just showered and went to her bedroom where you were getting the drinks and the snacks ready. You already picked a movie, The Babadook, of course, because you were that incredible, and attentive, and gentle, and loving, and Tara considered, for the first time since she saw the movie, saying ‘no’ to watching it. “Hey,” she announced her presence, and you glanced toward her, smiling softly as you gestured toward the bed.

“Ready?” you half sat half lay down with your upper back pressed against the headboard, but Tara set the popcorn and the laptop aside before slowly, almost teasingly, straddling your lap. Your breath hitched as she pulled her hair out of the ponytail. “Tara,” your whisper came out hoarse, and your shallow breathing made her smile.

She caressed your cheek, softly brushed her thumb against your lips. “You’re setting the standards too high, you know?” she whispered, for now resisting the urge to kiss you.

You raised an eyebrow at that and took her hand. Tara watched closely as you brought the back of her hand to your lips and kissed it. “That’s debatable,” you replied. “I’d say I’m just loving you the way you deserve to be loved,” her breath hitched this time and she leaned down, kissing you.

She just realized you haven’t kissed since Saturday morning, and it was Monday night right now. And that simply couldn’t be allowed. “Love me then,” she whispered against your lips, kissing you again and pressing her body against your own. You kissed her back, easily getting her worked up as your tongue brushed against her lips. She parted her lips, moaning as you deepened the kiss, she needed you, needed your touch, needed to feel your hands on her heated skin. She slipped her hands under your shirt, lifting it up slightly. “Do you want to keep going?” she asked breathlessly and you touched her sides and threw your head back, before you lowered your hands back to the bed.

“I do, but… Got no condom,” and that was all the reason you could need at this point to stop.

Tara smiled shyly and gestured toward the drawer, and you pointed at it with a raised eyebrow. “I bought a few, just in case,” she said sheepishly, and you laughed, sitting up properly and letting her straddle your lap. “Well, if that was your only concern,” she smiled and took her shirt off.

You smirked at her, taking in the sight of her bare breasts and hard nipples. “Where’s the rush?” you teased her as you pulled her closer and caressed her sides, purposely avoiding her breasts, purposely keeping her firmly sitting on your lap without letting her grind against you. Tara might as well be an addiction for you, responsive to your every touch, her skin burning hot underneath your fingertips as her breathing became just a tad bit louder.

You kissed her neck, and she tilted her head back, gasping as you gently bit her. Her fingernails dug into the back of your neck and shoulder, and you felt her hard nipples rubbing against your shirt as she ever so slightly moved against you, rubbing her pussy against the bulge of your cock. “There’s the rush,” she gasped, shivering as you finally cupped her breast and brushed your thumb over her nipple. “Right in your pants,” she clutched the fabric of your shirt harder, pulling at it as you pinched her nipple. “Baby,” Tara moaned, her blush spreading all over her face and neck as you slipped your other hand into her pajama shorts from behind, gently massaging her ass.

Tara took your shirt off and looked at you, her pupils dark as you kept teasing her. She grinned a bit and leaned down, kissing your neck and sliding her palms down from your shoulders to your breasts, and it felt like her touch left your skin burning as you slipped your hand further into her shorts and teased her pussy. “Fuck, you’re wet,” you groaned, throwing your head back as Tara spread her legs further and arched her back moaning against your neck and making a shiver run down your spine as the vibrations went straight to your cock, making it twitch in your pants.

You kept teasing her, toying with the idea of fingering her wet pussy and she lost track of time as her body responded to your every touch, pulsing, shivering, aching for your touch, for more. She could feel her panties getting soaking wet as minutes went by and for a moment, she thought she would cum like this, with you barely touching her. And then you pulled your hand out of her shorts, smirking slightly as she whined at the loss and sucked your fingers clean. “What do you want, Tara?” you whispered into her ear as you toyed with the waistband of her shorts. The room was getting unbearably hot, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning within her.

“You, inside of me,” she whimpered, her empty pussy squeezing around nothing as you pushed her shorts all the way to her thighs and then nudged her gently to take them off all the way herself. And she did it, quickly getting rid of the pesky articles of clothing as you pulled your hard cock out and teased her entrance with the tip. “Please,” she was wet enough to take you, she pushed down, slipping your tip inside of her pussy and moaning.

“Tara,” you warned, pulling out. “Need to prepare you,” you whispered, keeping your cock pressed against her front as you inserted two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. She moaned, holding onto your back as you rubbed her clit with your thumb and fingered her, rubbing that sensitive spot inside of her pussy. Drops of precum smeared against her belly and she looked down, realizing she was about to take your bare cock into her pussy, that she could have had you spilling your seed inside of her, and she gasped, the coil that was tightening inside of her snapping as she came with a desperate moan scratching at your back and leaving red lines behind as she lost herself in pleasure.

“Good girl,” you whispered into her ear, kissing the side of her head as you slipped your fingers out of her pussy and she just slumped against you, catching her breath as you rubbed circles against her back. She reached down, teasing your cock with the tips of her fingers and smiling blissfully as it twitched against her.

“I want to ride you,” she left a couple of short, butterfly kisses against you jaw as she opened the drawer next to her bed and pulled a couple of condoms out to find the right size. “I could’ve asked, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise,” she nibbled on your ear gently, loving the way your breathing got heavy. Loving that you were just as affected by her as she was by you. “For myself, I mean,” she added, finding the right one and opening it before gently putting it onto your cock.

“Now lay back and let me ride you,” she kissed you on the lips and then gently pushed you back until your back was on the bed. You smiled, caressing her thighs softly as she got to her knees and positioned herself above your cock. “No touching until I tell you to,” the smile immediately disappeared, and Tara smirked, enjoying your reaction a lot more than she thought she would. Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself onto you, gasping and grabbing onto your shoulders as she sank lower until inch by inch she took all of you and paused, getting used to the stretch. Fuck, you were driving her crazy and she was just sitting there with your cock inside of her. She moaned, needy and fulfilled at the same time as she slowly rolled her hips, her pussy clenching around your throbbing cock. “Feel so good,” she gasped as you moaned.

“Tara,” you rasped, desperate, your hips bucked, pushing your cock deeper into her as you grasped onto her hips. You threw your head back and she could see your arms tensing as she slowly began riding you.

“Just like that, baby,” she gasped, getting drunk on the control she had. “Let me ride you now, and later,” she moaned, arching her back and reaching down to rub her clit. “Later you can fuck me however you’d like,” the images in her mind were vivid. You pounding her into the mattress, holding her in place as she begged you for more. She rolled her hips harder, dropping down on top of you and gasping as the heat radiating from your body consumed her. “Y/N,” she cried out your name, feeling your fingers in her hair as you tilted her chin up with your thumb and kissed her neck. She began grinding against you, the friction against her clit making her lose her rhythm.

“Let me touch you, Baby,” you pleaded and she quickly nodded, moaning as you grabbed her hips and fucked into her, pounding into her as she gasped above you. Your hot breath against her neck, her body pressing against your own, her hands grasping desperately at your shoulder and biceps, marking you as her own, it left her entire body trembling as the sound of her soaking wet pussy taking your cock drove both of you mad.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you rasped, your own thrusts getting uneven as you desperately reached between you and rubbed her clit.

“A bit more, Baby, just a bit more,” she was about to cum again, that delicious, familiar tension kept building up inside of her, quickly reaching its peak. And then a couple of thrusts at a slightly different angle made her fall apart on your cock, cumming as your name spilled from her lips in a desperate cry.

“Fuck, Tara!” you came soon after, pulling out and cumming into the condom and just dropping your arms onto the bed, spent and utterly exhausted as Tara tried to catch her breath on top of you. “That was-“ you tried to speak but just shook your head, giving up and hugging her instead, too tired to talk.

“Amazing,” she dragged the word out, still delirious from the orgasm that left her body still humming from the pleasure.

“Mhm,” you agreed as Tara carefully moved to your side and looked down at the soaked front of your pants. She made quite a mess, from the looks of it. “How are you feeling?” you asked her softly, pushing past the exhaustion to make sure she was fine.

“Wonderful,” Tara whispered, nuzzling against you and basking in the warmth of your bodies. “We should really open the window though?” the air was hot and stuffy, and the room smelt like sex.

“Right,” you agreed, yet neither of you moved. The room could wait a couple of minutes until you got down from your high. Tara dragged her body up with tremendous effort and kissed you on the lips, soft and gentle this time, but just as precious as any other kiss the two of you shared.

[caffichai]

Polar bears are like, legendarily chubby! So here's my artistic take on Aurora

[ghostlypawn]

FRANK LANGDON THE PITT [11 A.M.]

[echoes-of-the-unknown]

These guys practically drew themselves being too sweet for words

[crypticoddity]

I saw a couple people drawing various expressions using froggy and I thought it would be fun practice :)) I like his face

[themissingmango]

plane plushie claw machine! ✨✈️🕹️

[cowgirlvi]

mdni. sub-top ellie with a small dick. bottom fem-reader. loser ellie. degradation. vaginal sex. p in v sex. super short drabble. partially based off this ask.

ellie has the smallest cock you’ve ever seen—barely the length of your thumb, no thicker than two fingers. it’s a pitiful, useless thing, hardly worth calling a dick at all. and when she has you sprawled out on her bed, pushing into you with desperate little thrusts, you can scarcely feel her.

you wonder if you’re the first girl she’s ever fucked—how could you not be? what other girl in their right mind would even let her get this far? you should push her off, should stop this before it reaches the inevitable, because this is doing nothing for you—she’s just using you like some poor little toy—and yet, for some reason, you don’t.

“haah, fuck—do you like it?” ellie asks, raspy and tinged with something sweetly naive.

you can’t help but laugh, because is she actually serious right now? is ellie unaware of how pathetic her tiny shrimp dick is? the condom keeps sliding off for christ’s sake. and then, predictably, her little cock slips out of you for the nth time.

you croon satirically, “oh, yeahhh, fucking me so good, shoved inside me so deep. you’re really ruining me, baby.”

ellie shudders when she presses back inside you, jostling you up the bed with each eager, fumbling thrust. her tiny tits are bouncing like jello and her cockhead is leaking precum inside you like a faucet. it’s cute, in a way—and she’s being such a sweetheart, so maybe you should find it in your heart to have some compassion, but you can’t help teasing her.

“does this even feel good for you? you’re barely stretching me out, babe.” and you’re genuinely asking, which makes ellie all the more embarrassed and ashamed.

ellie flushes bright red, the humiliation painting the tips of her ears down to her throat. she’s fucking you like a cheap whore—like that’s what she’s used to. maybe that’s all she knows. after all, who else would waste their time with a cock this small unless they were getting paid for it? and yet here you are, letting her have you for free. that must make you even lower, scummier.

“yes, mmphh—aghh, i like it, i like it—feels good,” ellie pants, dumb and suffused with need.

“yeah? gonna squirt your tiny dick inside me?” you coo, petting her hair back.

her breath stutters, hips losing what little rhythm they had to begin with, and ellie’s slowing down as if she’s trying to hold back—like she actually thinks she can make this last. it’s almost endearing, how hard she’s trying, how earnestly she clings to the illusion that she’s giving you something worth taking.

“mngh, fuck—” ellie chokes, hands trembling, gripping onto your waist like she’s scared her cock will slip out again—and it wouldn’t surprise you if it did.

you press a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down until her forehead brushes yours. “go on, baby,” you murmur, half a purr, half a taunt. “be a good girl and cum for me.”

that’s all it takes. she whimpers—nasally and pathetic—and her entire body tenses up like a coiled spring, before she snaps, spilling inside the condom in a series of weak, jerky thrusts. it’s almost imperceptible, but you can feel it; the tiny little cock pulsing against your gummy walls, trying to bypass the latex and fill your cunt full of sticky cum.

ellie collapses on top of you, shivering, breath hot against your collarbone. for a moment, she’s still. and then—quietly, hesitantly—she whispers, “did you…?”

you don’t answer. instead, you comb your fingers lazily through her hair, offering her the softest ghost of affection. you let her have this moment—let her believe, just for a little while, that she gave you even a fraction of what you gave her.

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(3/12/25)

[lizzielillvr]

I just know that I need top!zora x reader x top!natasha 🤤

[littletroggo]

it's a full moon! :D (astrophotography is hard...)

[cobaltperun]

Hi, I was just wondering if you could do a bottom Tara x top g!p female reader fic?!

where Tara and reader are dating but when sam finds out she forbids reader to come over to their apartment the only time they see each is in college. So T and R are texting 24/7 and one evening things get a little spicy like they start sexting ig sending stuff too each other (if you get what I mean) then Tara decides to sneak out because she's missing reader (vice versa) and goes to reader's apartment and they do it for the first time also could it be soft smut and some aftercare maybe. It's just T and R being gay af!

You don't have to do this btw thanks either way!Bye have a good day/night :)

Rule Breakers

SMUT! Bottom Tara Carpenter x Top G!P Female Reader

Summary: Not even an angry Sam or even getting grounded can keep Tara away from you.

Warning: Smut in the second half of the chapter, minors do not interact. Masturbation, fingering, vaginal sex, girl penis Reader, top Reader, bottom Tara.

Masterlist / Next Part

Word count: 5.7k

“You are what?!” the scream Sam let out echoed through the apartment making absolutely everyone present, you and Tara included, flinch. This was not the reaction you hoped for, though Tara did warn you it would probably be like this. You had no idea how bad it would get.

Tara raised her head in defiance, but the moment she opened her mouth to speak that confident front faltered. “Y/N and I are, well, we are dating,” Tara repeated, though the last word didn’t come out as loud as she intended, and you could tell by the way she reached out and grabbed your hand that she desperately needed to feel your touch to calm down. How could Sam not see that? See beyond the fact that she herself didn’t know you?

“Absolutely not! Tara you met her what? A month ago?” Sam was not accepting this at all. You could see the fury in her eyes as she looked at you as if you immediately threatened to hurt her sister. You knew what the reason was, and you definitely couldn't blame her for it. It didn’t bother you personally, you cared about her because she was Tara’s sister, not because you formed a bond separate from loving Tara. But even if her suspicion didn’t bother you, it still hurt to see she didn't trust Tara's judgment. Tara was an adult. She went through even more than Sam did and she just wanted to live her life, which included falling in love and dating, and you hoped one day moving in with you so you could build your future together.

Yeah. You were whipped.

“Four months, actually,” Tara rolled her eyes. The two of you met in college on the first day. You sat next to each other and immediately got along and fast forward three months, some time after she had opened up to you about how she was attacked and nearly killed by one of her closest friends, she just asked you out and you eagerly accepted it. Maybe a bit too eagerly. You still remembered Tara’s surprised face when you picked her up and spun her around, unable to contain the excitement you felt. You definitely developed a crush on her a lot sooner than that, and while that wasn't important at the moment you really believed Tara knew that all along. She just had a way of knowing just how you felt about her, in her own words, you were an open book in her eyes.

“That's not nearly long enough,” Sam pointed the finger at you, the fury in her eyes not fading even slightly.

“Hey, Sam wait!” Tara tried to stop her sister, but it was too late.

“Out right now. If I ever see you close to Tara things will not end well for you,” you had no doubts about just how serious Sam was and you saw Tara’s jaw dropping.

“What the fuck Sam?!” Tara screamed at her sister and quickly turned to you as you got up. “No this isn't what I want!” she jumped to her feet after you and stepped in front of you. “Hey, just listen to me, this isn't what I want,” it hurt you to see her like this, in pain and afraid, and her eyes already filling with tears.

For the first time since you came to the apartment you glared at Sam.

“Come on Sam give the girl a chance,” Chad tried to get her to see reason, but a single glare shut him down and made him take cover behind his sister.

“I will not risk Tara's safety,” Sam would not listen, in fact, she stood up as if to show you the way out. You swallowed the lump in your throat as Tara grabbed onto your hand to keep you from leaving, tears were falling down her face.

“I don't want this, please,” her hands trembled as she said that and for a moment you stopped glaring at Sam.

Your eyes softened and you gently brushed the tears off Tara’s face. “I know you,” whispered and leaned down to kiss her, Sam be damned. Tara relaxed into the kiss, realizing you weren’t going to leave her, and she kissed your back and poured all of her love into that one single kiss. She didn’t want it to end, and neither did you, and when you had to pull back for air she held onto you and buried her face in the crook of your neck. You hugged her, soothing her gently by rubbing her back before you turned to Sam, returning her glare without flinching for a single moment.

Sam was intimidating, there was no doubt about it, but this was a lot more important. “You can try all you want, Sam, you will not scare me away. Got it? Drop the protective big sister bullshit because no one gets to make my girlfriend cry. Not even you,” the temperature in the room dropped when you said that and you could tell everyone just got on the verge of running away and you could not blame them.

Sam looked even more furious, she looked ready to spit fire and rain hell upon you, but you stood your ground. And to make your defiance even more clear you stepped around Tara and faced her sister head on with nothing blocking her path.

Sam remained silent for now, just glaring at you and you nodded, feeling like this ended about as well as it could. “Glad that's clear, I’ll see you later Sam,” you made your point clear, there was no reason to stick around because hanging out with Tara at this point, in this situation and in their apartment wouldn’t do any good for anyone, you and Tara especially.

~X~

She absolutely won the lottery. She would never try to even purchase a ticket because all her luck was just spent on getting the most amazing, badass girlfriends she could ever hope for. Did the way you talked back to Sam make her wet? Yes, yes it did.

Would she have gone to her room to handle that if everyone else still wasn’t at the apartment? Yes, she would have.

Would she do it tonight? Absolutely.

~X~

After what happened last week you and Tara kept seeing each other only at college, and that, more often than not, led to both of you just ditching the classes and getting coffee and croissants from a local bakery you both loved to visit. You did not expect that single decision to haunt you for the rest of the week. You both thought you were just that slick about it as you skipped several classes over the past week just so you spend time together and act like an actual couple instead of two people hiding from the world.

The world in this case being Tara's sister.

If Tara started failing classes because of her absence, well, that would be entirely on Sam.

~X~

Tara should have seen the trouble coming from a mile away. She just had too much fun today, walking with you in the park, grabbing breakfast, you even managed to catch a movie, and it was actually a good one! And to make things even better Tara couldn't keep her hand away from your own, constantly holding it as you went from one place to another.

And then the world just turned against her. She opened the doors and saw Sam expecting her with a stern look on her face, and arms crossed, sitting at the table in the kitchen like she was carved out of stone with a permanent scowl etched on her face.

She was in so much trouble.

“You were with her, weren't you?” well she couldn't exactly confess, so she would at least try to deny it. What were the chances that Sam had an actual proof Tara skipped classes with you?

“We were catching up on some lesson we missed, so classes got extended,” Tara lied a bit easier than she thought she would, but she figured the habits she picked up on while she was living with her mother were difficult to get rid of.

“Do not lie to me, Tara!” she flinched at Sam’s shout and suddenly felt even smaller than she was. “I went to pick you up and you weren't there. And when I asked your classmates if you even came to the classes, they told me neither of you showed up today!” Tara was caught pretty much red-handed and Sam knew it.

For a moment she was reminded of her mother when she looked at Sam’s angry face, but she pushed that horrible feeling aside, forcing herself to confront Sam and fight for your relationship. If she didn’t, who would? But, damn, did she wish you were with her right now. Tara sighed and sat down across the table. “You can't expect me to break up with her, Sam. I love her!” she was getting frustrated by Sam's behavior, and that, luckily, made her a bit more confident. Why couldn't her sister just let her go, just let her live her own life.

“Tara, you don't love her, you don't even know her properly! She could be dangerous,” this paranoia had to stop, because Sam saw everyone that tried to approach Tara as an enemy, as someone Tara needed protection from.

“Sam do you hear yourself?” Tara couldn’t deal with it anymore. “We are living with Quinn and she keeps bringing random guys to the apartment! Any one of them could be as psycho that just gets up one night and kills all three of us. You don't know those guys, yet you let Quinn bring them along!” Terra pointed out, exasperated by Sam not being able to see logic in her words, more importantly she was furious because Sam wouldn't trust her judgment.

She knew you. She had complete trust in you. And she got betrayed in a worse way than Sam did, after all while Richie was Sam’s boyfriend, Amber has been Tara’s friend for over a decade by that point.

“That isn't how Ghostface works and you know that,” Sam argued back. Ghostface this, Ghostface that. Tara was getting sick of it.

How could Sam not see it? “Ghostface isn't the only psycho, Sam! I can't live my life fearing that anyone I meet is going to turn out to be a psychotic killer. I want to live Sam, I fell in love, and I want to enjoy that! I want to be with Y/N!” she desperately hoped Sam would just for once listen to her.

Yet Sam acted like a broken record. “We don't know her,” and Tara knew it wouldn’t matter how long you spent trying to get Sam’s trust. Sam would never know you ‘well enough’, Sam wouldn’t even try to get to know you.

“So what? I'm just supposed to fall in love with Chad? Because who else is left?” Tara demanded, but she might as well be talking in an entirely different language.

“This conversation is over, you’re grounded for a week,” Sam stood up and stormed into her room, leaving utterly flabbergasted Tara alone.

What a great way to spend the week off from classes.

~X~

Five days, that’s how long this torture’s been going on and Tara felt like she was about to lose her mind. And she was supposed to last an entire week?! The remaining two days felt like they would never end because each day seemed to drag out more than the previous one, even with constant texting between the two of you. She turned in her bed for what felt like the hundredth time and her bed showed it. Messy twisted blanket, crumpled sheets, her head resting only on the corner of her pillow as she once again got on her back and stared at the ceiling. Sam was being unfair. Mindy had Anika, her and Sam were living with Quinn, who they didn’t know beforehand, and Tara was sure Sam had something going on with that Danny guy, and Chad was also occasionally flirting with girls! She was the only one who couldn’t have what she wanted.

Her phone buzzed and she immediately scrambled out of the blankets to take it. Curse her battery for needing to be charged! Tara quickly unlocked her phone and saw the message was from you.

Y/N: You need to see this!

Underneath it she saw the cutest Instagram reel of a puppy surrounded by ducklings.

Tara: 😍😍😍 They are so cute!

Your answer was immediate.

Y/N: Not as cute as certain someone, but it’ll have to do 😉

Tara fell back on her bed, a ridiculously wide smile already making its way to her face. Fuck, she missed you so much. ‘Yeah? Certain someone?’ she replied, and her breath hitched when you sent her a selfie wearing a very soft looking shirt and grinning at her, and all of that could be manageable, if only Tara’s eyes didn’t immediately go to your lips and she realized it’s been way too long since she got to kiss you. She needed to feel your lips on her own, on her neck, on… fuck, what if you went lower. She bit her lower lip, studying your face, imagining your smiles, the way you looked at her.

Y/N: Tara? Baby? You’ve left me on seen for five minutes

That message temporarily snapped her out of her daydreaming. Or would it be nightdreaming? She never really thought of the logic behind the word. And she was desperately trying to ignore the desire gradually, scratch that, rapidly building inside of her.

Tara: I miss you

She finally replied and glanced back at your selfie as you typed the response.

Y/N: I kiss you too

Y/N (edited): I miss you too

Tara burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth. ‘I saw it! Can’t take it back!’ she replied only to barely hold her laughter back when you just replied with ‘Shit.’ She smiled fondly, taking pity on you.

Tara: I want to kiss you too, so, so bad. I keep thinking about it and other things all the time

There, she confessed, knowing you were still prone to getting embarrassed and all shy about how affectionate Tara could get. Randomly kissing your cheek or hugging you when she knew you least expected was easily her favorite thing to do. The clear embarrassment on your face and the hitched breath, and especially the way you would freeze for a moment kept Tara entertained.

You had your own ways to mess with her, though she suspected you weren’t doing it on purpose. You would just go ahead and pull her chair out for her to sit, or bring her favorite coffee along when you would meet up and it was really messing her up to feel so cared for after years of neglect. It was yet another reason why she was so mad at Sam because she feared she wouldn’t be able to forgive her sister if Sam’s suspicious nature chased you away.

Y/N: Other things?

Hook, line, and sinker.

Tara opened her camera and switched to video. She winked at it and then turned it lower, to her waist, making sure to capture every detail as she unbuttoned her jeans and just brushed her fingers over the zipper, taunting you. She slowly panned the camera up her body while trailing the path with her hand. “Other things,” she was well aware of the sliver of her skin the camera caught when she pushed her shirt up. “Very specific things,” she whispered as seductively as she could, which, well, she didn’t have experience with seducing people, but she knew she’d get the desired effect with you as her hand brushing between her breasts moved the shirt in a way that emphasized her cleavage. And then she returned the camera to her face to show you she was lightly biting the corner of her lower lip.

She didn’t hesitate one moment before sending it.

You saw the message immediately, yet you didn’t respond, and Tara may have been stuck between getting nervous and completely confident in her charms. Minutes later she finally saw you typing.

Y/N: Tara

She could hear the exasperation in your message, yet she just sent ‘Yes, Baby? 🥺’

Y/N: Look at you acting all innocent

Yeah, she knew she was being rather mischievous. Even more so when she just replied with: ‘But I am all innocent’ she waited a moment, imagining you rolling your eyes and not immediately noticing the word play.

Tara: All innocent and inexperienced, just waiting for you to touch me

She put her phone under her shirt and took a photo, making sure there was just enough light to tease the details of her bra and sent it to you.

Your reply made her squeeze her thighs together. You sent her another photo, this time of you in front of a mirror, your hand covering the bulge in your pants and Tara caught herself wondering, and not for the first time, how big you were.

“Don’t tease me,” she sent you a voice message, whining as she cupped her breast, as her mind created the images of you taking her, fucking her. Instead of a message you actually called her and she resisted cursing because she was about to unzip her jeans and slip her hand inside. “Hey,” she whispered, trying to figure out if she could still do it.

“I’m teasing? Do you have any idea what you did to me?” your voice sounded strained and she knew you were in just as much of a dilemma as she was, only you seemed to be stronger than her, because if she didn’t do something about the lust she felt she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep.

“I know,” she admitted, biting back a moan as she slipped her hand into her jeans and teased her pussy over her panties. Fuck, she was already wet. “Y/N,” if only you were here with her, touching her, fucking her. “Are you hard?”

“What do you think?” you replied, voice strained with barely contained desire, and she knew the answer. “I haven’t seen you in five days and the first thing you send me is that fucking video,” oh, you were cursing. She really got to you, and you were definitely getting to her as she pushed her panties aside and slid her fingers through her wet folds. She imagined it vividly, your fingers replacing her own, teasing her, touching her.

“You started it,” Tara tried to defend herself, biting her lower lip as she slipped one finger inside of her pussy. Your finger would be longer, thicker, stretching her and getting her ready for your cock. She buried her face in her pillow, muffling her moan and blushing as she pulled her finger out and teased her entrance.

“It was an innocent selfie!” you exclaimed just as she brushed the tip of her finger over her clit.

“Fuck, if we don’t stop neither of us will be innocent by tomorrow morning,” she moaned into the pillow, stuck between the urge to make herself cum and just sneak out and go to you.

“Shit, maybe we shouldn’t stop,” she could hear the faint sound of you stroking your cock and probably would have wondered if you could hear her too, but more importantly she made her decision.

“I’ll be there in ten,” she absolutely despised herself for pulling her hand out of her jeans and ending the call, but she would quickly get rid of that feeling, she just needed to get to you first.

~X~

You met in front of your apartment with Tara immediately jumping into your arms and kissing you, and you found yourself being pushed against the wall next to your doors as she deepened the kiss. “Fuck, finally,” she groaned, pressing her body against yours, needy, frantic, hungry for more. “Y/N,” she moaned your name, and you felt her grinding against you, not even waiting to get inside.

Not seeing her for five days was worse than you ever could have imagined and now, having her in your arms, you finally felt like you could properly breathe. Like you were finally at peace and truly happy, like nothing was missing. The effort it took to actually slow down and take her to your bedroom should be studied, but you couldn’t let your first time be rough and quick. No, Tara deserved a lot more than that. “Easy, Tara, let’s just go inside,” you barely put your hand over your mouth to muffle the moan when she nibbled on your neck.

“I need you,” she whined, but allowed you to pull her into the apartment and toward the bedroom.

“I know, I know, I need you too,” you confessed, uncomfortably hard, and it only got worse when Tara pushed you onto the bed and immediately straddled your lap. “But we can take as much time as we want, just take it slow and enjoy our first time instead of rushing through it,” you groaned, driven mad by her weight on top of you. You got into heated make-out sessions a few times, but this was different, definitive, you knew exactly where this was going and neither of you wanted to even consider stopping.

She felt it when she jumped into your arms, and now that she was straddling your lap. This was what she wanted for so long, yet now that she was looking at you the words you spoke echoed through her mind. Yeah, she would really enjoy that, just taking things slow for once. Slow and steady.

She leaned down, kissing you softly as she brushed her fingers over the fabric of your shirt, reaching up to your shoulders and squeezing lightly when you wrapped your arms around her. She felt like she was quenching her thirst after a race, forcing herself to take small sips instead of quickly drinking an entire bottle “You sure you’ll be able to hold back,” she asked with a teasing grin on her face when she pulled back, you were very hard after all.

You ran your fingers through her hair and looked her in the eyes. “I’m not holding anything back,” you promised and kissed her again. Your lips felt so soft, and Tara moaned, she truly missed this feeling. You slid your hand down to her neck and Tara let out a shuddering sigh as she lifted her head up and made it easier for you to kiss her neck. Fuck, you knew each weak spot on her neck, knew exactly where to put your hands as you held her close. This was good, this was familiar. Making out with you always left her needy and this time wasn’t an exception as she felt the heat pooling in her core. She was already wet when she snuck out of her apartment and now she was sure her panties were soaked. “Y-Y/N,” she whimpered when you bit her neck slightly, just the way she liked it, and Tara slowly began grinding on you. “Just like that,” she whispered as you dragged your tongue up her neck, soothing the burning skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” you were mesmerized by her, captivated by her beauty. Her breathy moans felt like the most beautiful melody ever created and you were the one causing them. You pulled her shirt up just enough to slip your hands underneath it. You felt the slight shiver of her body as she squirmed a bit at your touch.

“Your hands are a bit cold,” she giggled as your fingertips brushed along her back, teasing her, making her shudder as she gasped. You caressed her sides, pulling a restrained laugh from her. “Y/N, that tickles,” she smacked you slightly on the shoulder and saw the grin on your face. “Goofball,” she kissed you quickly.

“Sorry,” you muttered, only half-serious as Tara sat up and slowly, in the most tormenting, teasing way possible, took her shirt and bra off. “Fuck,” she looked gorgeous and there was no way your eyes weren’t giving your thoughts away because you couldn’t get them off her body.

Tara smiled at that, she’s shown you her scars before, so she wasn’t worried about your reaction, but this? You looked like you were mesmerized, like you were drinking in the sight of her. She was definitely getting an ego boost from this reaction, and the way your cock twitched against her pussy. “You want me, Y/N? Take me,” she said it as she dragged you hands from her sides to her breasts. Your hands felt soothing against her burning skin, against her stiff nipples and she moved against you instinctively. “Do anything you want with me,” she pleaded, desperate, and in return she’d do anything she wanted with you and there were plenty of things she wanted, so many in fact she knew you couldn’t do it all tonight.

You just nodded, left speechless by the sight of her on top of you. The image of her on her back, spreading her legs for you, breathless and blushing got you to sit up yourself and then you flipped the two of you around so you were on top of Tara. You looked her in the eyes as you leaned down and, while cupping her breast, licked her already hard nipple. Tara grabbed onto you, pulling at your shirt and keeping you there and you felt every twitch of her body, each little reaction as you wrapped your lips around her nipple while massaging her other breast. “Please,” she whispered softly, and you pulled away just long enough for Tara to take your own shirt and bra off and then you immediately turned your attention back to her breasts. She ran her fingers through your hair, encouraging you to keep going. Her other hand found your breasts and she brushed her thumb against your nipple, and you groaned, sensitive to her touch.

Your tangled bodies moved together. Every touch of your hands left her skin burning, left her body more desperate for your touch, every single brush of your fingers drove her mad with desire. And she still didn’t take her jeans or panties off. Your hand went lower until your fingers tugged at her jeans, teasing her and making her moan. “Need you,” she whispered rising her hips and felt you nodding as your unzipped her jeans and pulled them down enough to easily slip your hand inside them.

“You’re soaking wet,” you grunted as you slowly rubbed her pussy over her panties. Her hips bucked, thighs trembled as you finally touched her pussy, even if her panties were still in the way Tara dared to believe you could slip your cock inside her without any troubles with how wet she was if only you weren’t so big. You pulled your hand out of her jeans, making her immediately whine. “So needy for me,” you whispered into her ear.

“Y/N, don’t tease me, please,” she begged, but luckily you just took a moment to take her jeans and panties off and strip the rest of your clothes as well.

“That’s your specialty,” you got back on top of her and rubbed her pussy and she threw her head back, moaning loudly. “Fuck, Tara,” you buried your head into the crook of her neck, kissing her as you slowly pushed two fingers inside her pussy, and if she wasn’t as aroused as she was she would probably be embarrassed at how easily your fingers slipped in. Your fingers felt so good inside her, stretching her, making her feel so full, longer, thicker than her own, and her pussy clenched, squeezing around your fingers. You continued kissing and caressing her body and Tara lay there, a moaning mess before your cock was even inside her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around your cock, there was precum leaking out of it as she rubbed the tip with her thumb. “Don’t, I won’t last if you do that,” you bit her shoulder a bit rougher than you intended. “I want to cum when I’m inside you,” you said while bringing her close to her orgasm.

“Me too then. Put it in me, I’m ready,” she spread her legs for you and kissed you as you blindly reached for the drawer next to your bed and grabbed the condom on top of it. If she didn’t quite literally tell you you would be having sex she would have teased you, but as it was she just wanted you to put it on and fuck her.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” you asked as you lined your cock up with the entrance to her pussy. And oh, she was ready, soaking wet, she probably wouldn’t even feel any pain. Tara nodded and kissed you once more as she hugged you tightly. She felt the tip of your cock sliding into her pussy and moaned, breaking the kiss and leaning her head back on your pillow. She felt you all around her, your touch, your kisses, you scent and the feel of your skin against her own, and she could feel her body aching for more, needing more of you, needing to feel all of you inside of her.

“Y- Ah! Y/N!” she cried out your name, probably the only proper word left in her mind, her fingertips digging into the back of your head, her back arching as you wrapped one arm around her and used the other to hold onto her hip.

“You’re taking me so well, Tara,” you whispered in her ear and finally, finally, she took all of you. She was close before, but now, feeling this full, she knew she was right on the edge.

You knew you couldn’t last for long like this. Tara’s warm, wet pussy engulfed you, clenching around your hard cock, and you tried to focus on something else, to prolong this, but there was no way you could do that. So, you moved your hand from her hip to her clit and began rubbing as you slowly began thrusting into her, hoping you could get her to cum before you did. You would hold back until she cums, you promised that to yourself.

“So close,” Tara moaned. “Look at me,” she pleaded, and you immediately complied as you looked into each other’s eyes, your bodies moving in the perfect sync as she began meeting your thrusts. Her orgasm kept building up, slow and steady, like your entire lovemaking was tonight, and with each thrust she could see you were getting close as well, she watched the epression on your face, slightly parted lips, eyes filled with love and lust, and it was all meant for her. “Y/N,” she moaned your name, no longer conscious of how much time you spent like that. She just knew that at one point she came, loud and hard, as your sweat covered bodies pressed together and she felt you cumming as well with a moan of your own. She gasped, her pussy squeezing around your cock, her clit throbbing underneath your thumb, her entire body shivering from the intense orgasm as you both panted, out of breath.

She was absolutely spent. Satisfied with this being her first time. There would be other nights or days for longer lovemaking with multiple orgasms. In her head, and she truly hoped, in yours too, this was perfect.

Tara held onto you, feeling happier than she’s been in a long time. The blissful feeling consuming her entirely as you pulled your cock out and she glanced down at the filled condom. Maybe it was just her orgasm affecting her brain, but she couldn’t help but think how one day, when you’re both ready, you’ll be cumming deep inside her. “Baby, Y/N,” she hummed as you caught your breath on top of her and she gently scratched the back of your head.

You lowered your head a bit and kissed her shoulder. “You were incredible,” you whispered, peppering her shoulder and the side of her neck with soft butterfly kisses. “Tara,” you whispered her name like it was your own, personal salvation. “I love you so much,” it wasn’t the first time you said those words, but it felt so good to hear them. It was as if those words sealed the night, wrapping it up in a wonderful ribbon of perfection.

“I love you too, Y/N,” she tilted your chin up and kissed you on the lips, just as soft as everything tonight was. “I never thought sex would feel this good,” she admitted. There was no pain, no holding back, it consumed her entirely and all she could feel was your love for her as you took her innocence.

You chuckled. “Tell me about it,” you rolled onto your back and pulled Tara on top of you so you could rest while still holding her.

Tara had other ideas, turning both of you so you were lying on the side. “There, that’s better,” she whispered and leaned in, closing the distance between you. You would need to get up soon, clean up, take care of the mess you made, but she could bask in your warmth for a bit longer. Especially when you began rubbing her back, soothing her, keeping her feeling good. “I love how gentle and loving you were,” she whispered as she snuggled up to you, aware that, while she did absolutely enjoy the gentle sex she wasn’t opposed to getting a bit rougher sooner or later. She wanted to feel it all with you, to try everything and anything you were both comfortable with.

“You too,” you hummed, focusing on holding her and occasionally kissing wherever you could reach at the moment. While Tara showered you with love through words, you preferred touch, and it worked for both of you perfectly. Tara who was starved for touch, you who were starved for words of affirmation, it was a match made in heaven in her mind.

You stayed like that for some time, easily fifteen minutes, if not closer to twenty. Just cuddling and loving one another before you finally went to clean up, not leaving the shared shower until all the hot water had run out.

A/N: Well... Sam may have been a tiny bit over the top/out of character for the sake of the plot 🤣🤣

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