#G!P Sam Carpenter
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Jeans
Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: It had been too long since you had Sam, and you desperately needed her.
Warnings: extremely smutty; G!P Sam, blowjob, face-fucking, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mating press, choking kink. I think that’s it?
AN: first time writing for G!P and second time writing smut 😬 based off of this request! I hope you enjoy it!
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Word Count: 1.3K
“Sammy,” you whined as you approached your girlfriend’s back and wrapped your arms around her, “I miss you.” Sam laughed at your statement and allowed you to give her back hugs while she worked on making dinner. She was currently adding spaghetti noodles into boiling water, and she couldn’t wait to have a nice, relaxed dinner with you.
It was the first time in almost a month that she enjoyed a meal with just you, and she would try her best to make it the best food ever.
“I’ve missed you too, Y/N. But we’ve been together all day,” Sam replied.
“I know, but I’ve missed you,” you husked in her ear as your hand slowly traveled down her stomach and dipped into her jeans. “Y/N,” she warned, but you continued your traveling hand until you reached the outline of her dick. You rubbed your hand on it through her boxers, and a small whimper left her lips as she gripped the kitchen counter.
“Sam, please. It’s been so long since I’ve had it,” you pleaded as you continued massaging her, and you felt her start to get hard, “I need you.”
“Y/N, we had sex last night,” Sam shuttered as she tried to calm herself. “I know, and it’s been too long. Please, baby, give it to me,” you whimpered as you cupped her bulge and gently squeezed it before pulling your hand out of her pants, and Sam felt her knees weaken at the contact.
With a shaky breath, Sam turned off the stove, pushed off the counter, and turned to face you. Your eyes were lustful, and Sam saw how badly you needed her cock. “Go on then,” Sam stated, and your knees hit the floor before she could finish her sentence. You reached up and unzipped her jeans before pulling them down her thighs.
The bulge was extremely noticeable now as Sam struggled against her boxers. You smirked up at Sam with innocent eyes as you kissed her clothed cock, and you felt Sam’s hand grip the back of your neck as she let out a loan groan. “Come on, don’t tease,” she commanded, and you pulled back to pull her underwear down.
As soon as her boxers were pulled down, her dick sprang up and slapped her lower stomach. You licked Sam’s v-line, and she visibly shuttered when you got close to her dick. “Baby, please. Be a good girl for me,” she pleaded while gripping your hair.
You gripped her base and licked up her shaft to the tip, and you circled your tongue around the red tip that was leaking out pre-cum. You put the tip in your mouth and gave it a quick suck before you placed a few inches in your mouth and sucked. The groan that left Sam’s lips as she gripped your hair tighter only encouraged you to continue, and you started to bob your head up and down as you took the rest of her in your throat.
The sound of you gagging on Sam’s cock echoed throughout the kitchen, along with heavy sighs from Sam. “That’s it, baby. You’re the best,” Sam whimpered in a heavy voice as she guided you on her dick, and you pulled her dick out of your mouth. “Say it again,” you demanded with lustful eyes, and Sam couldn’t help but follow your commands.
“You’re the best,” Sam panted, “Fuck, you’re the best, babe.” Satisfied with her answer, you quickly took her cock back in your mouth as she guided you again.
You knew she was getting close as her body started to tense up, and her pants became more frequent.
“Y/N, don’t stop. I’m going to cum,” Sam exclaimed as she forced you to go faster, causing tears to well in your eyes. You allowed Sam to face-fuck you as her hips started to buck, and with a loud groan, Sam threw her hand back and came down your throat. She held your head close to her hips as her warm cum shot into your mouth and down your throat. You swallowed every ounce she gave you, and you pulled Sam out of your mouth with a ‘pop.’
“How was that?” You asked with a smirk while taking off your shirt and pants. “Fucking amazing,” Sam husked in her dazed state but was pulled back into reality when you started to undress.
When your pants hit the floor, San picked you up and carried you to the kitchen counter. The plates previously led out were pushed to the floor as you wrapped your legs around Sam’s waist. Sam leaned and kissed your lips while she entered two fingers inside you. “Fuck, baby. How are you always this tight?” Sam asked as she moved her hand back and forth, occasionally curling her fingers inside you.
You whined in response and pulled Sam closer to you, “I don’t want your fingers, Sam. I want your cock inside me.”
Sam laughed at your statement and pulled her fingers out of you. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked off your juices before grabbing her dick and lining up with your entrance that was begging for her. Without any hesitation, Sam slammed her cock inside you, and you gripped her back as you tried to ground yourself. She fit like she was made just for you and filled you up better than a feast.
“Fuck, Sam!” You shouted as your girlfriend wasted no time setting up a fast and eager pace. Sam leaned down and began peppering kisses on your neck before sucking hickeys while she continued her assault on your pussy.
Your breaths became ragged as you tried to suck in breaths; those strokes were strong enough to make you forget to breathe. You moaned loudly when her tip hit your g-spot repeatedly, and you scratched your nails down her tan and muscular back.
“Oh shit, Y/N,” Sam hissed when she felt your nails pierce her skin while her hips slammed against yours. In a single motion, Sam placed your legs on her shoulders and began pounding you, and you moaned from the back of your throat. “Sam! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, I’m close!” You claimed as your walls clamped around Sam, and it became harder for her to move.
Feeling bolder as you continued getting pounded, you grabbed Sam’s hands and placed them around your neck. Picking up on what you wanted, Sam gave your throat a living squeeze, and with that, you arched your back and came hard on her cock. “Sam!” You screamed while coming around her dick, and your walls squeezed Sam even tighter.
“Oh god, Y/N. I’m gonna come inside. Please, Y/N, let me come inside; I’ll be a good girl if you let me,” Sam whimpered as her hips started to slow down as she approached her climax. “It’s okay, Sammy, come inside me. Fill me up with your cum, baby,” you stated while locking your ankles around Sam’s head.
You felt Sam’s cock twitch inside you, and you knew you were about to be full. “Come on, Sammy. Don’t waste a drop and come inside. Fill me up, please, baby,” you coached Sam to her peak, and with one final hard thrust, she spilled her warm seed inside your walls with a loud groan. You smiled as you felt her cum paint your walls white, and then Sam collapsed onto your chest.
“That was so good,” she muttered into your chest, still having her cock deep inside you. “I think that’s the best sex we’ve ever had,” you joked while brushing back Sam’s sweaty hair that was stuck to her face.
“You say that almost every time,” Sam retorted. “I know; that just means you have to try harder next time,” you responded, and Sam chuckled at your words.
“Well, how about I try to beat it again?” Sam stated as she leaned off your chest, and you felt her dick get harder in your cunt. “You can try,” you teased while pulling Sam down into a promising kiss.
#sam carpenter#scream#sam carpenter x reader#melissa barrera#sam carpenter x female reader#g!p sam carpenter#sam carpenter smut#sam carpenter x you#sam carpenter x y/n
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Drunk On You
Pairings: Sam Carpenter X Reader
Content Warning: Thigh grinding, Blowjob, Hand job, Rough sex, Titfucking, Drunk sex, Sam Carpenter has a penis
Summary: Sam wants to get drunk, which is fair after the events of Scream 6 when you interact with her...
WC: 1609
It was a week after the New York Ghostface attacks, and she was tired. She wanted to just drink it away, and she would. That was the main reason why she was at one of the local gay bars, ordering and paying for drinks. Well, that was the plan at least. She was enamoured with you once you sat down next to her. This was because no one wanted to sit next to her, even if her reputation was improved to hero again but also because of how you looked. “Hello?” you asked, confused as to why she was just staring.
“Uh hi,” she spoke, quickly looking away and drinking her beer, her cheeks red.
“Sam right?” you asked, tilting your head. Sam just glanced over before she was nodding.
“Yeah,” she spoke, her body stiff. She wasn’t aware, jumping when you touched her arm.
“Relax, don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I just want to commend you for your bravery. I’m Y/N. Here, let me buy your next drink,” you spoke. Sam blinked, letting her walls down easily as you looked into her eyes. She nodded.
You just grinned, talking to her while you both drank, her paying for your drinks sometimes. “Hey, wanna get out of here?” Sam eventually asked after 6 drinks. You just blushed and nodded to agree, looking her up and down. “Just so you know, I didn’t just talk to you for sex,” you confirmed, the drinks affecting your brain. Sam nodded.
“We can definitely talk tomorrow, I promise,” Sam spoke, and you were nodding before you held each other’s hand. She led you down to her new apartment, which was much bigger. You had heard that Gale paid for it in the news actually.
“No one is here, be as loud as you want,” Sam grunted out, pinning you against the wall before she kissed you deep against the door. You moaned out loud, nodding as you were gripping her sides, her hands against the wall beside your head.
You were soon grinding against her thigh, unable to help it as you were bumping against her bulge on purpose. You could tell she was loving it as you heard her gasp whenever you did it. Eventually, you were picked up, stopping your grinding, for the time being, Sam not kissing you on the lips anymore. Instead, she was kissing you on the neck, sucking marks as well. You couldn’t help but gasp and moan as you threw your head into her neck, grinding against her stomach this time. That was at least until you were set down in her lap after.
“Keep grinding,” she practically growled out. You nodded, shocked at her dominance but you guessed the reason why. She wanted to control something in her life at least. You obeyed her command, grinding against her thigh, reaching her bulge as she was marking up your neck, soon taking off your shirt, and revealing your chest. You weren’t wearing a bra, and you were thankful for that at that moment as she was sucking on your nipples and breasts. “Good girl,” she moaned out, as you were grinding against her bulge all the time then. You wanted to make her cum in her jeans and boxers after all. She was loving it clearly from the sounds she made as she bit and marked your collarbones. You were getting close meanwhile, and was rapidly speeding up before you came in your underwear. At the same time, you felt Sam tense up and you were sure she came to then. It was proven when she suddenly pinned you down, a lustful look in her eyes as she quickly sat up again, taking off all your clothes finally.
“This isn’t fair. You are still naked,” you teased. Sam just smirked, taking off her shirt, and revealing her black sports bra and her boxers strap.
“Better?” she teased, seeing how your eyes were drifting down to her bulge and the wet patch on the strap of her boxers.
“No,” you practically whined out.
“What do you want removing?” she proceeded to ask, tilting her head just like she didn’t know.
“Please take off your boxers and your jeans. Please, need you right now, wanna see your dick, suck you off, anything!” you begged out needily. Sam smirked as she was taking them off eventually, as you licked your lips.
“You can suck me off first before I fuck you. You may masturbate to get yourself ready for me in the meantime unless you want me to get you ready,” she spoke.
“I wanna suck you off and get myself ready so we don’t have to wait too long,” you spoke before dropping onto the floor, getting on your knees as you were quick to prepare yourself. Sam meanwhile sat down and laid back, one hand rubbing your hair while the other was behind her head.
Once situated comfortably to get yourself ready, you started to suck Sam off, your hand doing the other inches you couldn’t yet reach. You had started off teasing, however, getting payback and Sam knew that, but she let you anyway. She was enjoying it after all. You continued to bob your head up and down, looking up at her as you were moaning against her dick. You were masturbating after all. She proceeded to rub your hair, before making you go down further than her tip that you were just sucking and licking. You gasped, starting to suck further then, starting to stroke her less as you were still making eye contact with her. She couldn’t help but throw her head back as you were taking more and more, soon rubbing her breasts and stroking her still. Soon enough you were gagging 4 inches down, with 2 more to go. You could do it, or so you thought. She came before you could do it and she was holding your hair as she came before she was pulling you off gently, allowing you to swallow or spit. You proceeded to swallow it, looking at her as you showed how you had 3 fingers inside of you.
“Good girl, come on up here and lay down. I want to fuck you right here and right now,” she demanded. You nodded, obeying again. You liked how she was praising you. “Call me Daddy now, don’t say my name,” she commanded as well, causing you to nod again.
“Yes Daddy,” you even spoke, using your words. Sam just smirked before she was kissing you roughly, starting to enter inside of you as one hand was holding her up, the other groping at your chest then rubbing down and gripping your ass before she spanked it. You couldn’t help the loud moans as she was soon fully inside, letting you adjust at least. She was being gentle, kissing all around your neck then.
“Just nod when I can move,” she murmured, groping your ass still. You panted, nodding to agree. After a moment, you nodded again.
“You can move,” you confirmed. At that, she instantly started to move, being gentle and slow as she was biting around your shoulders, but not hard enough to bleed. Just hard enough to bruise. She was looking at you every now and then, making sure you were comfortable before she was moving her hand and rubbed your clit.
You moaned even louder at that, throwing your head back, unable to help it as you were looking at the kitchen now. She smirked, taking that as her sign to go faster and rougher, to which you gasped, covering your mouth, ashamed at how loud you were. Sam growled, still thrusting and moaning. “Move your hand,” she demanded. You blushed hard, nodding as you were moving your hand, moans coming out unmuffled this time. Sam smirked as she was listening, soon hitting your G-spot.
“Oh god!” you moaned out loudly by accident, and Sam panted.
“Fuck, good girl,” she moaned out in return, hitting your G-spot harder and rougher as she was gripping at your breast with her other hand, the other rubbing your clit still. She was now holding you up with the grip on your breast, which you loved as you were grinding against her unable to help it.
“I’m close Daddy,” you moaned out, unable to help it.
“After I cum, you can,” Sam grunted out. You nodded, agreeing as she was starting to go faster. She kept grunting louder and louder before she finally tensed up and came inside you. That’s when you came as well, holding onto Sam, unable to help it as you were panting. Sam panted as she was soon kissing your neck, keeping you held down before she smirked.
“I want to fuck your breasts,” she announced. You blushed, nodding before you let her as you laid down further on the couch.
“Yes Daddy,” you whimpered out, wanting to please her as much as possible. That’s when she started to position herself, grinning as she did so before she pushed your breasts together, starting to fuck them. A few moments later, the door opened and a loud yell happened.
“Jesus Christ Sam! You better clean the couch after!” Tara had yelled out, holding another girl before bumping into walls, trying to find her room. Sam smirked, still going as you tried to muffle your moans. Sam made sure you didn’t, wanting ot torture her for all the times she had walked in on Tara and a few girls when they first moved here.
You was just glad to be in her presence and please Sam. You hoped Sam would let you stay.
#sam carpenter#g!p sam carpenter#sam carpenter smut#sam carpenter x reader smut#sam carpenter x reader#ratboy writes#scream#ratboy writing
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Scream G!P dick size and detail headcanons.
a/n: @deep-fried-egg this is for you lovely, hope you’re pleased 🙄
Mindy has an above average sized dick. It’s not massive but I would say around 7 inches. Her dick is tan and I hc that it pulses a lot especially before she cums. She isn’t circumcised and her foreskin covers most of her head, she has a large singular vein on the top of her dick that runs down her entire shaft. I think she maintains her pubic hair fairly well, doesn’t let it get out of hand, I don’t think she would like the feeling if it grew too long.
Quinn is average sized, 5 inches. Her dick may be on the smaller size but given her sexual prowess and experience she knows how to make you feel so good. I think she waxes her pubic hair, I don’t think she would like the look or feeling of it. She’s definitely circumcised.
Jill has big dick energy it’s insane. 7.5 inches for sure. She’s also super thick, it stretches you out so good. I feel like Jill’s also circumcised, has minimal pubic hair, will shave but doesn’t wax.
Amber Freeman has a huge cock. 8 inches. Veiny as hell too, I just know it. Her dick is pale and circumcised, the tip gets super red when she’s turned on. I also hc that she has such a drooly cock, the tip would be oozing precum before you even touch her. Amber trims her pubic hair but doesn't wax or shave, the small dark hairs contrast against her pale dick.
Tara Carpenter. Her dick is 6 inches, just above average size, but knows how to use it so well. Tara is uncircumcised and her foreskin covers almost half of her head. Tara’s cock is exceptionally responsive, sensitive at the smallest of touches. She cums really quickly and gets embarrassed, but is able to stay hard even after cumming a few times. Her dick twitches like crazy when she’s about to cum. When I said bubblegum pink I literally wasn’t even joking. Her tip is pink and gets red and angry looking when she’s turned on. Tara shaves her pubic hair.
Samantha Carpenter is so big. Sam is just under 9 inches I think. She’s thick and so long, 100% needs to prep you every time before having penetrative sex. She’s uncircumcised like her sister and her foreskin covers over half of her head. Her vascular system is very strong. Being so muscular Sam’s veins all over her body are pushed closer to the surface of her skin by said muscles. So not only does Sam have a veiny body, but she also has an exceptionally veiny cock. Sam occasionally will shave her pubic hair.
#smut#tara carpenter#sam carpenter#jill roberts#amber freeman#quinn bailey#mindy meeks martin#g!p smut#g!p tara#g!p sam#g!p jill#g!p quinn#g!p mindy
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sam with a plus-sized girlfriend | headcanons
Request: Hello! Can I request Sam with plus size y/n (fem obvi!), hcs, please? (Sfw and nsfw, if that's okay?) - this is requested by a plus sized fem!💗
Hope this lives up to your expectations! as a thick girl dealing with body dysmorphia this felt good to write. Thanks for the request 🥰
SFW
sam honestly isn't shallow when it comes to physical appearances. meaning she didn't care whether you were ripped or not, she only took notice about how it was comforting and trust worthy you were, which made sam love you just the same
and you being plus sized wasn't something sam stressed about. it was like a simple attraction for her. soon as she knew her feelings for you, she immediately made it known by making advances on you like she normally would. her eyes often lingered towards you and hugs were definitely a must for her.
she says you give the warmest and best ones!
sam is literally your number one cheerleader when it comes to trying out new kinds of clothing on your wardrobe! she doesn't fail to compliment you. it was genuine, too. she loved seeing you smile and carry yourself confidently <3
she's so smooth with it. sam affirms you with "you should wear it more often" or "it looks so pretty on you, my pretty girl" with a wide pearly grin on her face ;( she adores you so much!
it wasn't like you were unattractive, either. sam realized that the whole "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" couldn't be more true because she literally perceives you like a greek goddess and you effortlessly had her hypnotized, full attention on you always.
when you open up about it, questioning her why sam felt this way with you, she simply grabbed your hands and kissed them.
"it's like- you know how you constantly say you like my muscles? that you can't help but zone out to them? the same goes for me. i think about how it's a part that beautifully encapsulates you. and of course, who am i to think less than that?"
cue the waterworks because you were sobbing right after sam said it.
if you were conscious about eating "more" than usual, sam will respect that. though because she was worried you might pass out so she convinces you how it wouldn't be good to deprive your body of what you need.
she often eats with you too. sam's got a crazy appetite and she simply says she can't function without any energy nor burn whatever she needed at the gym if she didn't at all. that idea helped you ease your conscious self.
if you were insecure with your thighs, sam made it known subtly how she loved them. she often laid her head down on your lap and sam says that she liked how comfy it was while you ran your fingers through her hair.
NSFW
sam also mentions how you looked so great in your jeans/shorts and she can't even keep her hands off you each time. you notice it with the glint in her eyes, like she's trying to eat you already. sam hates winter because you'd wear layered clothes, says that it takes away her beloved sight.
sam is a sucker for your thighs. if you were conscious about it, she'll remind you how much she loved being affectionally crushed with them as she devours you... sam vividly retells you how she loved having you ride her face
she also loves pressing kisses on your inner thighs!! how you react to sam's teasing and especially when she bites, it titillates her. it motivates sam to do more
so big with body worshipping!!
THIGH RIDING. sam teasing you with "i love how my pretty girl gets all desperate and needy for me" or "you like that? using my thigh to hump me and trying to reach your climax? of course you do..."
mating position (with strap) or tribbing is one of her favorite positions with you. sam caresses and holds onto your tummy rolls, absolutely adoring how they look. whether you're on top or underneath sam, something about your look of being lost in the lust haze caused by her and seeing your body react to her - it felt for sam that your flexibility is challenged so well as she grinds/presses onto you fervently
sam loves fucking you in front of the mirror and making you look in it as she fingers you 😫 whispers reassuringly how you need to see it. how beautiful you look. it's definitely a thing that happens way more than once ;)
bonus: she does it whenever you're insecure or she's jealous of someone getting too chummy with you. if sam feels threatened enough, she'd like to emphasize visually in the mirror how it should only be her getting to touch your stunning body and be the one to wreck you in the most sinful ways 😮💨
#headcanons#sam carpenter x reader#non g!p sam#wlw#lesbian#scream vi#sam carpenter x y/n#sam carpenter x fem reader#sam carpenter smut#anon#request
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MASTERLIST:
Scream:
Sidney Prescott
Bathroom
Tara Carpenter
Sam Carpenter
Euphoria:
Maddy Perez
Exscape
Lexi Howard
Teen Wolf
Allison Argent
Lydia Martin
TVDU:
Katherine Pierce
All Mine
Elena Gilbert
Hayley Marshall
Davina Claire
Riverdale:
Hermione Lodge
Veronica Lodge
Cheryl Blossom
Shameless:
Fiona Gallagher
Scooby-Doo:
Daphne Blake
You:
Guinevere Beck
Love Quinn
The OC:
Summer Roberts
Marissa Cooper
Gossip Girl:
Blair Waldorf
Stranger Things:
Nancy Wheeler
Total Drama:
Lindsay
Bridgette
Sex Education:
Ruby Matthews
The Party and the After Party
#spotify#g!p reader#g!p#smut#maddy perez#lexi howard#sidney prescott#tara carpenter#sam carpenter#ruby matthews#allison argent#lydia martin#katherine pierce#elena gilbert#hayley marshall#davina claire#hermione lodge#veronica lodge#cheryl blossom#daphne blake#guinevere beck#love quinn#nancy wheeler#marissa cooper#summerroberts#blair waldorf#olivia delgado#fiona gallagher#lindsay total drama#td bridgette
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 ──── tara carpenter & fem!detective!reader
── tags. no major warnings, implied sex, this take place after scream vi events.
── word count. 3.049
a/n. this isn't the g!p reader i was talking about, but it has a little "spoiler" for it in the middle of all this, good luck! this one is for you, @wesstars 🫶 | masterlist
“Think you can warm me up?”
The low request came almost unnoticed by you, making you take a step back and look carefully at the ball of blankets on the couch.
Hidden there, under a couple layers of cozy blankets, a small Tara appeared with a red nose.
You smiled softly at the adorable view in front of you.
“I can’t, babe, I have some reports to look at, and it’s getting late.”
She pouted, looking at you with doe eyes that never failed, wide, soft with shining little stars dancing in the brown as she looks at you.
“Please? Just until I fall asleep.”
How could you say no to that?
You fold in the same second, forgetting that you have long pile of files to look at, carefully placing your mug filled with hot coffee on the side table, you took off your slippers and slid under the thick fabric, opening your arms towards the younger one.
Like she always does, Tara threw her legs over yours and hugged your torso, resting her head on your shoulder.
“You know…” you started, pulling her closer to you. “You wouldn’t feel cold if you wore more than just underwear and a tank top.”
“I don’t need to wear clothes; I have you to keep me warm,” Tara said back, looking at you with soft, sleepy eyes.
You smiled fondly, caressing her thigh with your hand. Leaning forward, you placed a kiss on her forehead, admiring the way the corner of her lips slightly tugged up, eyes closed and tip of nose red, the freckles spread on her face like stars in the dark night; Tara was a work of art.
“I love you so much, did you know that?” You whispered close to her lips.
She wrinkled her nose, “I know, but I don’t mind hearing you saying again, and again…”
Stopping her rambling, you pressed your lips on hers, sighing with such familiar taste of cherry of her lip balm. Tara was all soft, and when she was like this, calm and patient under your touch, it made your heart race.
When you first met her, during a rainy night at the police station, the girl could barely sustain your eyes, always avoiding them and fixating on somewhere or something else, like on her older sister, Sam. She came in because some idiots from a frat house were harassing her and her sister following the events from last year. You didn’t know much about the Carpenter’s sister, it was only your first month as a detective in New York, only heard rumors and whispers about it.
You ignored the others eyes on her, taking off your jacket to cover the small body that was trembling, being closely watched by the older Carpenter. Carefully, you placed the brown leather jacket around her shoulders, taking a couple steps back once you did, giving her a safe space.
Tara went home with your jacket that night, and when she brought it back, leaving it at the front desk, 5 days later, a small note was inside the pocket, written in a delicate handwriting, a small “thank you :)”. You smiled, keeping the note inside and going back to work.
The precinct was a place filled with gossips, theories and lies made up to creep you out. Your colleagues — if you could call them that — weren’t the most delightful people to be around, as most of them were men, you felt misplaced, an outcast, even thought you were on a higher level than them, mere police officers with a giant ego. Respect was a word that, apparently, wasn’t taught to them during life. You could count on your fingers the ones that were truly a nice officer and decent human being.
As the days went by, more talking took over the place, annoying ones that always got your rolling your eyes and ignoring them, the Carpenter sister’s being the subject of it 90% of the time, it’s like the big apple only had two young girls living in it and they were the reason to all the chaos that perpetuate in New York.
One day, late at night, you were finishing some reports to call it a day when a familiar voice caught your attention, the short blonde hair and leather jacket automatically bringing a smile on your face. You closed your computer and stood up, grabbing the brown leather jacket from the chair’s back and tossed over your shoulder.
“You’re too loud, did you know that, agent Reed?”
The woman turned around the same second your known perfume filled the room, a big smile tugging on her lips. She waited for you to get closer, annoyingly punching your arm as a form to say ‘hi’. Standing in front of her, the younger Carpenter was awkwardly looking at you, curiosity in her eyes as she watched you and your old friend interact.
You didn’t notice, but Tara was carefully watching you, the way your eyes light up whenever Kirby said something that happened while you were away from each other, crazy stories like the one where she almost got killed, again, a couple months ago. Funny ones, like when a common friend of yours got scared during a mission and yelled like a little girl because of a cat hidden inside a locker, causing you to throw your head back as you deliciously laughed. She smiled too, tilting her head to admire the way your nose scrunched or how your lips moved when you talked, or how your browns furred when Reed told what happened last year during Halloween, only then your eyes met Tara’s for more than a few seconds, a pinkish color painting her cheeks.
You didn’t know much about it, choosing to ignore the comments as you never knew what was a fact or what was a lie purposefully made up to destroy the sister’s images. All you were aware off, was that the masked killer that terrorized your colleague, and friend’s, life years ago in Woodsborro came back and worked at the precinct.
Kirby wasn’t the type of person that spoke about her fears and the horrors that haunted her over the years, all you knew was what she chose to share and the reason to why she decided to become a detective. You didn’t push her to talk, patiently waited for her to open up to you by choice because she trusted you. It took a long time for the moment to come, but one day, the alcohol in her made her talk and boy… she really had a lot to share, and it was very graphic — you swore you could feel the knife twisting inside you.
And now, with your eyes connected to Tara’s, a girl that seemed so sweet and kind, had gone through the same traumatic event as Reed did and, knowing her the way you did, you could only image the scars that hung onto the young Carpenter’s body and soul. You smiled at her, reaching your hand to hers.
“It’s nice seeing you again, miss Carpenter.”
Her hand was soft, warm and delicate against yours.
“You too, detective.” She smiled, hand still on yours. “I didn’t know you and Kirby knew each other.”
“Well, when I joined the force,” you started, forcing yourself to break the contact. “Reed was the first one to reach out to me and invite me for some beer after out shift.”
“She’s a very quiet girl, but it’s a great listener.” Kirby said with her costumery side smiled. “If you ever need someone to talk to, Tara, she’s the one you can go to.”
You looked at Kirby with pursed lips, head tilting in a silent ‘what the fuck are you doing?’
Tara let out a small laugh, “It’s good to know that, Kirby. If you trust her, then I do too.”
“Well, I don’t believe in that,” you said, licking your lips as you gave your attention to the girl. “I rather earn your trust than Kirby just giving it away. Trust is a very precious and intimate thing, Tara, you should only trust someone you know.”
“In that case, we should get to know each other better.” She smiled. “Don’t you think, detective?”
“I think that’s a great idea, miss Carpenter.”
That night was the first time you went out with Tara; Kirby tagged along in the first two hours but went home after a few rounds of beer, the alcohol getting to her way easier than you remembered. Helping her into the cab, you made sure to share her live location with you before sending her home, an old habit you had acquired after the truth about her life in Woodsboro.
“You know…” Tara started, her index finger messily playing with the sweaty, half empty, beer glass in front of her. “It’s sweet what you did there.”
“What do you mean?”
You have always been strong when it came to alcohol, maybe it was due to your position as a detective or you had a really good regenerating immune system — even a common cold couldn’t get to you.
Tara, apparently, wasn’t like you. She was leaning against the table, playing with the glass cup like a little kid that was sleepy but refused to close her eyes and drift away in slumber. You carefully watched her, afraid that she would eventually fall off the chair.
“The location, I saw you sending her live location to your number.”
You shrugged, taking a sip of your beer. “It’s nothing, really. I just want to make sure she gets home safe.”
“Still,” her hand reached yours on the table, thumb softly brushing your skin. “it’s sweet. You’re sweet.”
“And you’re drunk.” You laughed awkwardly, finishing your beer in one long sip, still allowing her to touch you. “Come on, let’s get you on a cab.”
Her hand grabbed yours when you threatened to stand up, ready to pay the bill. “No, please. I want to get to know you better.”
“We can do that some other time, miss Carpenter.”
“Promise?”
You didn’t like promises, it carried an obligation that you didn’t like, but you just couldn’t get yourself to say no when her big, sparkling eyes stared at your soul.
You sighed with a small smile, “I promise.”
When you were paying the bill, Tara was standing close to you, holding onto your arm as if you were going to run away from her. It was cute, you had to admit as you looked at her while the cashier waited for your card to approve the payment, the different height between you two very noticeable when her head barely reached the top of your shoulder.
Before you could put her inside the cab with her apartment address on it, you made sure to save her phone number and share her location with you, just like you did with Reed over the years.
“Text me when you get home?” Tara asked through the open window when you closed the door for her.
“I will.” You smiled, turning to the old driver. “Take her home safely, please?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You stood there for a few seconds, watching as the yellow car drove away, Tara’s happy face outside the window waving at you. You waved back, heart warm at how adorable she was.
When you got home that night, you weren’t exhausted even after the busy day and all the beer you had, you felt alive and giddy as you texted the newly-added number, telling her you were safe and sound at the comfort of your home. The reply came in the same second, telling you that she was in bed already with a kiss blowing emoji next to it.
Now, a year after that first night out with Tara, you had the young girl sleeping safely in your arms, the morning sun breaking the thick, rainy clouds and invading the apartment, waking you up. Tara was hidden in the hollow of your neck, her calm and heavy breathing tickling your skin, still sleeping soundly.
You looked around the scene, still half asleep. Your coffee mug, now cold, still on the side table. The birds were chirping for the first time in a while since the winter arrived in New York. Some blankets had fallen to the floor, leaving only one covering your bodies. It was true, Tara only needed you to keep her warm.
Feeling your eyes on her, she stirs in her sleep and you’re fast to tighten your arms around her, but after all the incidents that happened around her in the past years, she was a light sleeper.
“You’re suffocating me.” She giggles, hand resting on your neck.
“I should suffocate you after you made me skip work last night.”
“Did I? I don’t remember putting a gun to your head and making you cuddle me.”
Your eyes widened, pulling back just enough to find hers.
“You did worse! You looked at me with Bambi eyes and you know I cannot say no to that.”
She laughs, “You’re very weak for a detective.”
Rolling your eyes, you ignored the fake teasing, caressing the scar on the right side of her belly.
“I’m only weak when it comes to you. You’re my only weakness, Tara.”
Her expressions softened, eyes analyzing your face. She knew you weren’t lying, just like she knew you would do anything to protect her, other than the four core, you were the only one that took her walls down.
“Well, then I guess I’ll have to use this against you so I can have you all to myself.”
“You’ll always have me all to yourself.”
“I know,” she shrugged. “but sometimes work steals you from me.”
You smile, “I have to keep my girlfriend safe, don’t I?”
“I guess you do, but today,” the tip of her fingers slid under the collar of your sweater, noticing the lack of bra; she wet her lips. “I have you all to myself, and I am not letting you go.”
“I certainly don’t want you to.”
Tugging you by the collar, she climbed on top of you, the blanket falling to the floor with the sudden motion.
For the first time you could fully see her as she sat on your hip; black panties and an equally black tank top, slightly wrapped around her thin waist, the tip of her scar visible, messy hair cascading down her shoulders.
Biting your lower lip as your eyes followed her curves, hands on her thigh following to her hip, then her waist in a strong squeeze. When she leaned down, lips oh so close to yours, you jumped when a low clearing of the throat coming from the kitchen filled the room; your instinct quick to pull a blanket from the floor to cover Tara’s body and pull her against you.
Standing in the corner of the brick wall, Sam was avoiding looking in your direction until her sister was fully covered, arms crossed in front of her chest.
“Please, tell me you two weren’t going to have sex on my couch, again.”
Tara hid a laugh against your neck, unlike you — who felt heat rising from your toes all the way up to your face, cheeks burning with Sam’s disgusted look. This wasn’t the first time the older Carpenter walked on the two of you, but it was funny that this happened twice on the same week, at least this time you both were fully covered…
You opened your mouth in an attempt to say something, an apology, or maybe try to convince her that this was not what was happening at all, but all that came out was a struggled sound that caused Tara to laugh muffled against you.
Sam took a deep breath, reaching out for her keys that were settled next to your mug. She adjusted the black beanie as she walked to the door, unlocking the 4 sets of locks and turning to you with a tired expression, “If you two are still on my couch when I come back, we’re gonna have a whole different conversation. Got it?”
You nodded fast.
“Good.”
And left.
You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you’d been holding when you heard the jingling of keys on the other side of the door and distant steps going down the stairs.
Removing the blanket from her head, Tara looked at the closed door before staring at you, a loud and delicious laugh breaking the almost palpable tension that was left in the room.
“How can you laugh like this when your sister walked on us like this, again?” You were in disbelief, heart beating in your throat.
“If you could see your face, you’d laugh too,” she whipped the corner of her eyes, pressing a fast kiss on your lips. “I might be your only weakness, but Sam is your only fear.”
You huffed, agreeing with your girlfriend.
“I’ve seen what she’s capable of, I am not risking having my hands cut off, I’d miss them a lot!”
“Oh, trust me, I know,” she leaned in, hands on the side of your head, a hard grip on the cushions you laid your head on. Tara brushed her lips on yours, a fainted smell of cherries filling your lungs. "I would miss them too... more than you could ever imagine.”
Before you could close the small gap between your lips, the jingling of keys got you sitting up, arms firmly wrapped around the youngest waist, walking to bedroom at the end of the hallway, a giggly Tara clinging to your body for her dear life; you kicked the door close and leaned against it, breath caught up to your throat as you faced Tara with pursed lips.
Sam had her eyes closed when the door swung open, one hand on the door knob and the other covering her face. She had forgotten her cellphone. When she was met with silence, her index finger moved up a little, enough for her to peek at the scene.
The living room was a mess, blankets all over the floor, your slippers and Tara’s lost in between, a couple cushions in the middle as well, but what made her take a deep breath to keep from freaking out was the overturned mug on the side table, cold coffee dripping on the wooden floor.
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tainted room | s.c
⚢ pairings; samantha carpenter x fem!reader
✗ warnings ; g!p!sam!! degradation, praise, unprotected sex, sam cumming inside the reader and fucking r in her childhood bedroom lol
“they’re gonna catch us,” you bite your lip holding back a moan at the contact of sam’s cold fingers brushing at the back of your thighs under your oversized rolling stones shirt. she quietly laughs, griping your ass and squeezing, hard.
“let them,” she mutters back, pushing herself more into you as she leaves open mouth kisses on your neck. you tangle your hand in her darken hair, mentally rolling your eyes at her faux nonchalance; everyone knew your dad hated samantha and she very much was supposed to be couch bounded on the small trip on visiting your family.”besides, weren’t you the same one fighting with daddy to let me sleep in the same bed as you?”
you sigh out feeling her warm tongue lick the fresh mark she drew from your skin, pushing her further into you, pinning her body against yours and the twin bed,”maybe he was right, the bed is small and shaky.” you hush out, quiet in fear you’ll wake your family.
“i’ll make it shake alright,” samantha murmurs, shifting to stand on her knees to peel her tshirt off and quickly to make time to palm herself through her boxers as you watch her with hooded eyes, her long fingers tugging down her underwear and allowing her cock to spring free against her lower stomach with a groan, her nimble fingers reaching towards yours next.
“these gotta go princesa,” she practically rips the lace in half when pulling down to your legs and throwing them somewhere across the room, her long fingers making fast work through your silt, dipping inside you, enjoying your mewls.
“you have to be quiet sweet girl unless you want your dad coming in here and see me fucking his little girl,”she mocks, a cocky grin plastered on her face. her hand grabbing the base of her length and bumping your entrance, you were already so sensitive and needy you couldn’t keep in the moan from spilling out. rising an eyebrow amused she continues on,”or maybe that’s what you want? is that why you wanted me to sleep with you in what, what did you say? this little shaky bed? to have me tear your needy pussy? i’ll fucking break this bed, and your back while i’m at it. maybe that’ll shut your dad up for once.”
you let out a quiet whine at her words, her cock pushing in you so deliciously, the tip poking out at your stomach. her hands on your hips to help slide herself into you, your nails digging in her back. throwing your head back against your pillows from the pleasure seeping with sam snapping her hips upwards, burying her face in your neck, her thrusts building up. your bed starts to shake already with your headboard hitting the wall, though it’s nagging at the back of your head you pay no attention, just clawing at sam’s back with each pound she fucks you with, your hips already blue with a handprint.
”maybe that’s what he needs to see though,” she chuckles, slamming herself into you, each snap of her hips has your head banging slightly against the already shaking headboard.”his daughter getting her brains fucked out to take off the rose tinted glasses and see how much of a whore you are, that’ll finally shut him up.” she grunts, reaching up and grabbing the headboard to give her the advantage to thrust into you deeper, the muscles flexing under your hold.
“fuck baby you’re so hot, you’re gonna make me cum, go harder.” you cry out, digging and digging into her back, feeling the warm draw of blood on the pads of your fingers. she hauls for a moment, and you almost complain until she jitters out a few thrusts, her cock angling perfectly and hitting your g-spot. you quickly bite down on her shoulder to stop yourself from screaming, feeling her cock twitch inside of you before feeling warm ropes of cum releasing inside of you, causing a blur of white to wash over you with the coil of your stomach snapping, her cum coating your walls as your eyes rolling to the back of your head, sam still fucking you through your orgasm.
slowing down and just dragging to brush your walls lightly with lazily thrusts, your breathing heavy and heart pounding against sam’s, her body trapped to yours. she softly tucks some hair behind your hair, withdrawing her hands from gripping your headboard, giggling at your fucked up state. leaning down and kissing you.
“carpenter i swear to god if those sounds are what i think they are, and if you’re not out of that room by the account of three, you’re done girl!” her face curls into a frown slightly, ignoring your whine at her pulling out of you, sloppily giving you a kiss before throwing her pants and shirt on at hearing the heavy steps of your father coming.
you laugh breathless at sam rushing out of the room and back to the couch, falling your head back onto the pillows
she definitely did make your bed shake alright.
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Best-friends
Tara Carpenter x g!p!reader
A/N: I was eating cheez-Its while making this
Warning: smut, p in v, the usual dealing with me.
Requested by: @marst566 (don’t know why the tag isn’t working🧍🏻♀️
Here’s there the request
“Fuck-“ she whimpered out as your hips connected to hers over and over again. She moan uncontrollably under you as you forced her face down into the pillow to drown out the loud moans the left her from Sam or Quinn as you drilled into her.
“Fuck, fuck!” Her back naturally arched on its own to give you a better angle inside of her and to give herself more pleasure from the cock buried deep inside of her. “Don’t stop!” She says through teary eyes.
You bite your lip as you feel her move back against you in time with your thrust and can’t help the groan that leaves your lips as you hold on her hip tightens.
How you two ended up like this was a story you wouldn’t dare admit be true when telling. All because of a little jealousy at your first frat party in New York and only then did the knife finally cut through all the tension that was built up between you both.
The others had the theories, watching how the two of you interacted in the past few months but never having any or enough proof the prove anything. Just placing their bets and waiting. Luckily you two seemed to keep it hidden very well.
Friends with benefits. At least that’s what Tara called it when she wasn’t staring at you when you weren’t looking or always bringing you up.
Now, at least twice a week or more — depending on how much time you could get alone — you had her a moaning and screaming mess but it was hard to even get alone together to do anything. With Sam always wanting to be in the same building as Tara 24/7 it was hard
Even now, you two had to make a tight decision to do this with Quinn and Sam in and asleep in their rooms. But you both couldn’t help it, it was the end of the week and you hadn’t fucked since the middle of last week due to you having a lot of testing going on and Sam up Tara’s ass. Tara was sexually frustrated, moody and snappy while you seemed to have a hard time hiding your painful erections whenever they’d randomly pop up.
You two depended on each other, more than you’d both cared to admit. Especially after what happened in Woodsboro with Richie and Amber. You both needed the other, not just physically but emotionally. The comfort you to brought each other was something you craved more than sex or the rough fucking she demanded.
Now that you had the petite girl all for yourself, you couldn’t help but see how much you craved her. Her lips, her hands wrapping around you, and especially her body that seemed to tease you with its movements everyday you saw her.
Your hips slam against her ass as she continues to moan into her pillow, hands gripping the sheets under her in a desperate attempt to ground herself to keep going.
You move your hand from her hand to rest against her back, between her shoulder blades to force her ass more up into the as you shifted slightly above her and forcing your pants further down to below your knees as you push both of you further up into her bed.
“Fuck, you’re so wet Tara..” you groan out as you begin thrusting inside of her again causing her to let out yet another string of moans that were still muffled by her pillow.
The street light perfectly shaded across her skin, back muscles moving and flexing with every move you both make, her waist thin then stretching out to form a petite shape and even more petite with her back arched.
You were glad you came when she called even if it was the dead of the night, you would walk through the desert if it meant this would be your Oasis to quench your thirst. You had to be careful not to get caught or Sam probably finish you off herself.
Tara seems to want this when you hit her spongy spot, her head is thrown back and she lets out a loud moan.
Your eyes widen as you stop and you move your hand back up and shove her face into the pillow. Your heart beat jumping into your throat, a fear settling inside of you as Tara whines into the pillow. A fear of Sam’s wrath if she catches you in her little sisters bed in the middle of the night.
You felt like a teenage boy when thinking about it, Tara was an adult and could take care of herself just fine but you were scared of Sam. Like a teenage boy would be the father of the girl whose room he snuck into.
But you knew Sam would be much more worse than her father.
“Are you trying to get caught?” You ask, turning your head to listen out for any movement in the apartment.
This doesn’t stop Tara as she keeps moving her hips back against yours in attempt to chase the orgasm you unrightfully took from her, moaning into the pillow and grip tightening on the sheets.
You continue to listen out for any sound outside the room. The creak of a floor board, a voice, hell looking down at the crack for a light to turn on.
But the only sound the you could hear was Tara, between her legs and her moaning as she pushes against you, urging you to start moving again as she lets out yet another whine.
She was going feral, eager to get you to fuck her and give her the release she was used to receiving at least once a week. You could only imagine how it would be if you didn’t fuck for a much longer period of time.
“She’s not going to come, can you ju-” you takes in a sharp breath when you start up your pace again, still straining your ears to listen out for Sam just in case.
“So impatient.” You tease as both of your hands grip onto her hips to pull her back to you with more force.
This causes her let out another moan into the pillow and go limp, no longer attempting to push back against you now that your pulling her back, hitting her g-spot over and over again was getting her back to getting closer to the edge. Closer to her orgasm she had been craving for the last week and a half.
You could only imagine what it would be like if you two were separated for a longer time frame without any release from the other.
You continue to pump yourself in and out of her throbbing pussy, washing the way her juices mixed with your as you caught glimpses of her cock. Loving the way it felt and seemed to fit perfectly inside of her, it was more than you could ever ask for.
You feel her legs begin to shake in your grasp as her moans become more frequent and you can’t help but smile at how fast she was going to cum after being denied there for a moment.
You increase your movements, desperate to make her cum after so long, to feel her gush all over your dick.
You let out a small, breathy moan, feeling your own orgasm form in the pit of your stomach as you move against her.
One hand rubbing up and down her back gently while the other keeps a harsh grip on her hip, neither of you worried about the mark or bruise it might leave. She could cover it up, just like you did the scratch marks she left down your back or the hickeys you left on each other. Worries you didn’t worry about in the heat of the moment.
A rather loud moan leaves her, even muffled by the pillow it made you look back at the door as she started to reach her orgasm as you pound into her.
You thrust into her a few more times before she’s lets out a loud, high pitched moan that had you pushing her head further into the pillow in worries her roommate, or worse her sister hear as you continue to move inside of her, squeezing your eyes shut tight when your spill out inside her, or rather the condom.
You both take a moment to breath once you release your hold on her head. Trying to calm down and come down from your highs as you fall limp against her, cock still buried deep inside of her making you feel every time she squeeze around you when her body would twitch.
Then you hear. The footsteps that were coming from the left, where Sam’s room was and your eyes widen.
Tara hears it to and shoved you down onto the bed before pulling the blankets over your hurriedly.
You feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest, a warm feeling settling inside of you when Tara pulls you closer and forces your face to squish against her boobs, trying to get as close as possible to seem as small as possible as she pulls the covers over your head.
You feel her heartbeat quicken against your cheek as the door opens and you both lay perfectly still.
The hall light lit up the room as Tara’s head stays from under the blanket with her eyes closed, acting as if she were sleeping and not calming down from getting her brains fucked out.
You hear Sam stand there for a moment, as if she’s observing or searching for something and you can’t help but hold your breath in anticipation.
We’re you about to get caught for fucking your best friend? Just like the group had speculated the entire time? That would be a horror, being teased for the rest of your life by Mindy would be your end.
But then the door clicks shut and you let out the breath you were holding as you feel Tara visibly relax as she leans even closer to you, if even possible.
“She’s not going to come, huh?” You tease quietly, voice muffled by her boobs before feeling her pinch your arm.
“Shut up.” She whispers and you can’t help but chuckle, holding back your laugh as she shifts slightly to get comfortable. Wrapping her arms around your shoulders to pull your face further into her chest, you feel your body relax as you reach around her to wrap you own arms around her, breathing in her scent and closing your eyes.
This was your Oasis that was worth the long and hard walk for sure.
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All I ever wanted
(g!p Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)
Summary: Sam and you had gotten into an argument, you decide to be petty and go to a party you know she told you not to go to...
Warnings: (+18), smut, g!p Sam, unprotected sex, (let me know if I forgot something)
Request is here :))
a/n: I uh never wrote g!p before so it might be really bad 💀
(English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
A few hours ago, your girlfriend and you had a fight about one of her colleagues. Maybe you were a little jealous of Sam's coworker, and of the attention your girlfriend had been giving her lately.
You were more than a little jealous, actually. You couldn't help it.
Even though Sam had told you she didn't give a damn about the girl, your insecurities couldn't stop telling you that maybe the girl likes your girlfriend in more than a just-coworkers way. I mean who wouldn't?
You had spent the last hours on the couch while Sam went to see her therapist. You were upset, even if it wasn't totally her fault. But still. She was giving this random girl more attention than she was giving you.
And that pissed you off.
"Hey, where are you going?" you ask Tara, seeing her exiting her room in a pirate costume
"I uh... I'm going to a party"
"What party? The OKB party Sam forbid us to go to?"
Tara rolled her eyes.
"Don't start to act like her Y/n, please. I'm an adult, I can-"
"I wasn't going to prevent you from going. Actually..." you stand up and stretch "Do you mind waiting for me so I can put on a costume?"
She looked at you with wide eyes. Until then, you were always on Sam's side.
"Uh, sure..."
She's still a little shocked by your behavior when you come back five minutes later, dressed in a homemade cowgirl costume; white shirt, opened to reveal your black bra, and denim shorts that covered only what had to be covered.
"You're going to the party... like that? Don't you think it's a little... you know..."
That's the moment Quinn chose to enter the living room. She whistled at the sight of you.
"I didn't think you were the kind of person to wear that, Y/n..." the redhead said "Were are you going?"
"OKB party" you replied, buttoning your shirt up
"The one Sam told you not to go to?"
"Yeah"
"She's gonna be sooo mad..."
You didn't reply, tying your vest around your waist to cover you bottom half while you're not at the party.
"See you later Quinn" you simply said, putting your hat on your head before grabbing your keys and opening the door.
The party was great, everyone was having fun. You had left you vest to Anika and Mindy, who were sitting on a couch, and went dancing with Tara.
After a while you excused yourself and went in the kitchen to grab something to drink.
"Hey there beautiful" a voice said behind you, as a hand was placed on your shoulder
You turned around, and faced the guy, raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out whether you knew him or not.
"What a pretty girl like you is doing here all alone, hm?"
"Just looking for something to drink" you said
"Here. I'm Frankie by the way"
The guy handed you a half full bottle, which you grabbed and poured yourself a glass.
"Thanks, Frankie"
You handed him the bottle and left the kitchen as soon as he grabbed it.
"Wait!" he said, making you roll your eyes "Why don't we stay together a little, hm? We could have fun..."
"I'm gonna have to pass"
"C'mon, don't be such a prude...!" he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him
"I'm not being a prude, I'm not interested. I have a girlfriend and love her very much. Let go of me now."
"I'm not implying any love, just a kiss. C'mon..."
He tried to kiss you, but a sudden punch in the face made him stumble away. Too busy trying to get rid of him, you hadn't noticed Sam.
She was mad. At you probably, but mostly at Frankie for now. He seemed to have had enough with that punch, and almost ran away with a bloody nose.
"What were you thinking?" Sam asked, turning to you "I told you not go to that party! It was not for you to go dressed like... that!"
"I don't need your permission, Sam! I'm not a child, I do what I want."
She didn't answer and just threw her sweater to you.
"Cover yourself up, we'll talk about that when we get home."
You were only now noticing the crowd that formed around you. The amount of pair of eyes looking at you made you a little self-conscious, and you quickly put Sam's sweater on. It was way too big for you.
As soon as you have her sweater on, you girlfriend grabbed your wrist and pulled out with her, outside of the house, where Tara and the others were already waiting.
"Sam-" Tara started
"We're going to talk about that at home." her sister answered, walking past her, still dragging you behind her
The rest of the group was forced to follow without questions, not wanting to get yelled at. But not you. You were in a kinda petty move tonight it appeared.
You had walked a few meters when you released your wrist from her grip. Immediately, she turned to face you.
"Stop trying to control us, Sam. You have to let us live our lives!" you said
"I'm not trying to control you, I just want to protect you, Y/n"
"Protect me from what? Sam, you can't live in the past like that, you need to move on!"
There's a silence between the two of you, soon broken by some random girl.
"Hey!" she said to Sam
Your girlfriend turned around, only for the girl to throw her soda on her.
"Murderer!" the girl continued
Chad and Tara pulled her back before she could push the girl away, but no one tried to hold you back. You took the opportunity to grab the girl's collar and punched her in the face.
You raised your arm to strike again, but you felt an arm wrapping around your waist, holding you back. Sam. You tried to break free, but she was too strong. The only thing you could do was glare at the other girl, who was running away.
Sam released you after the girl was out of sight, and took a look at your hand, worried you might have hurt yourself.
"... Thank you for defending me..." she said, her eyes not leaving your bruised hand "I thought..."
You shake your head, squeezing her hand gently.
"Just because we had a fight doesn't mean I'm gonna let anyone talk to you like that..."
Sam looked up, her dark eyes meeting yours.
"I'm... I'm sorry for this morning... I shouldn't have said all that..." you apologized "It's just..." you sighed "I was scared... I am scared you will lose interest and find someone better than me..."
Her expression softened at your words. She let go of your hand and cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up and pressing her lips on yours in a tender kiss.
"I will not lose interest in you, Y/n. You're all I ever wanted. I don't want anyone else"
You gave her a little smile before wrapping your arms around her and hugged her tight, whispering a 'thank you'. She hugged you back happily, caressing your hair.
"Let's go home, hm?"
You nodded, making the hug last a bit longer before letting go of her. She took your hand, giving you a warm smile, and you started to make your way home.
Once you reached the apartment, Sam and you went to your shared bedroom. As soon as you got in, she pressed another soft kiss on your lips.
"You know... I found it kinda hot when you punched that girl" she chuckled
"Well, if I'm being completely honest with you... I found it kinda hot too when you punched that guy" you replied with a smile
"You know what else I found hot tonight?" Sam asked, taking off 'your' hoodie "You in that costume"
She looked you up and down, biting her bottom lip as her eyes stopped on your bra, before going back up to your lips, against which she pressed her own in a passionate kiss.
Her hands are in your short's back pockets, grabbing your ass and pulling you close as her lips dip down to suck marks on your neck.
Your fingers were soon tangled in her soft hair, your other hand gripping her arm slightly.
"Sam…" you let out in a breath
"Hm?" she hummed against your skin, her lips now on your collarbone.
"Tara’s here, she might hear us…"
"We’ll have to keep quiet them, hm?"
Her lips came back to yours as her hands left your back pockets to take off your shirt, and the rest of your clothes.
You helped her getting rip off her clothes as well, and can’t help the wave of arousal that flooded through you at the sight of her semi hard cock, precum already forming at her tip.
"See what you do to me?" Sam said with a smirk, her hand trailing down to your pussy "My, my… seems like you’re ready for me already" her smirk grew wider "Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me"
You complied, getting on all fours on the bed, exposing your already wet cunt to her. She positioned herself behind you, hands on your ass, caressing it gently as she looked at your center.
"Why are you only obedient when I'm about to fuck you, hm?"
"What...?"
"I told you not to go to this party, didn't I? And what did you do?"
Not so happy with your lack of answer, her fingers wrapped around your throat and she pulled you flush against her.
"What did you do?"
"I went to the party..." you said in a breath, trying to concentrate on something else than her front pressed against your back.
You could feel every curve of hers, from her hard nipples to her thick cock, passing by her well defined abs.
"That's right" she released your throat, causing you to fall back down on the bed "I think a punishment is needed. But as you already apologized... 6 should be enough to remind you not to disobey me"
A gasp left your throat as her hand landed on your right ass cheek. She leaned in, whispering right next to your ear.
"Remember, you have to keep quiet, or Tara might hear us..."
Not wanting to get caught in that position, you buried your face in the pillow just as Sam gave your ass another slap, harder than before. She waited a few second for the pain to disappear a bit and gave your ass a hard slap you were sure would leave a mark.
After she did the same on the other side, she rubbed your reddened skin softly to soothe the pain, planting a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.
"You did good, princess. Here comes your reward for being such a good girl..." she said gently, slipping her middle and ring fingers in your dripping cunt, eliciting a moan from you
She pumped her fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out and shoving them in her mouth. She loved the taste of you, always so sweet.
She positioned herself behind you again, lining herself up with you, before thrusting in slowly.
She started moving her hips slowly, almost teasingly. You tried to fuck her back, but she held you in place, gripping your hips tightly.
The slaps had gotten you so horny, you felt like you were already about to cum
She picked up her pace, bringing you closer to your release, and she could tel you were close, by the way your pussy tightened around her cock, and by how the pillow was having a hard time muffling the loud moans that escaped your throat.
But just as you were about to cum, she pulled out, causing you to let out a whine. She then flipped you over, so you were resting on your back.
"Why'd you stop...?"
"I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum"
Saying that, she thrusted back into you and began to move her hips at a steady pace, fucking you so good it didn't take more than a minute for you to release all over her cock with a loud moan, too lost in the pleasure to care about Tara hearing you anymore.
If you weren't so overwhelmed, you would have seen Sam biting her lip at the sight of you coming undone under her, and you would have felt her cock throbbing inside you as she fucked you through your orgasm.
As she continued to pound into you, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around your erect nipple, sucking on it, before flickering it with tongue. She had a wide grin on her face.
She leaned back again.
At this moment, all of her senses were occupied by you.
The sight of you, under her, skin glistening with sweat, back arched, head thrown back; the moans that slipped out of your mouth, the way you moaned her name, begging her to go faster, the sound of skin slapping; the smell of you all over her, everywhere in the room; the taste of you, still on her tongue from earlier; the way you felt around her, so tight, so warm, taking her in perfectly, almost as if you were meant to haver inside of you.
All of this drove her crazy. She wanted to make you feel so good the only thing you would remember would be her name. She wanted to make you hers. Because you were. hers. Hers to love, hers to kiss, hers to fuck. You were her soulmate; she was sure of that.
It's with that thought in mind that she came deep inside of you, filling you up with her warm seed. The feeling made you cum again, eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning her name repeatedly like a mantra.
She pulled out after a few more lazy thrusts, watching as her cum drip from your hole onto the sheets with a wide grin. She laid beside you on the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you close, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Is everything okay? Was I too harsh with the slaps...?"
"Not at all! It was perfect, Sam, really" you replied reassuringly, tilting your head up to kiss her on the lips "You're perfect. You're all I ever wanted, but better. Sometimes I feel like we're meant to be..." you confessed
"Really? I feel that too. Maybe... maybe we're soulmates"
"I didn't think you believed in soulmates...! But I'm glad you do. I hope we are. I hope we're soulmates. I-"
"You got cut off by Tara and Quinn's voices in the hall.
"And they say I'm loud..."
"Do you know how much it would cost to have the walls insulated?"
Sam chuckled as she heard the conversation, and you both blushed in embarrassment.
"I told you to keep quiet, baby..."
You rolled your eyes with a smile, and playfully smacked her arm.
You wished to have the chance to live more moments like this with her, laughing, smiling, crying even, as long as you were together.
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Request: Can I have uuuhhhh…. A45 - person A being a small ball of aggression while person B is a big teddy bear with Tara Carpenter as Person A (maybe not agressive but how Tara is, maybe a bit grumpy and moody) and Reader as person B? And also maybe that R is Flustered around Tara ◡̈
Warning: suggestive themes, Tara being kinky, bad words and that’s it I think?
A/N: I just figured something out and I love doing it sm.
Part 2?
Tara Carpenter x G!p!reader
A fight between Tara and Sam is always hell, both trying to always be right which made it all go in a constant circle. You were usually the main cause of them and because of that they seemed to be getting more and more frequent as Tara healed over time after Woodsboro. The aftermath was always you having to listen to Tara rant in your own apartment not too far from their shared one.
And every time you took it upon yourself to tell Sam she was with you knowing the older carpenter was probably freaking out each second Tara was gone. She tried to hate you for it — how you would rage along whenever she would sneak off to parties or sneak into their apartment or sneak Tara out — but it was no use, you were too sweet and always protected Tara so she settled for subtle glares and small comments whenever you were near.
The relationship itself confused Sam and many others around you. While you were quiet and reserved, Tara was out going and wanted to be out there. Which made her wonder why you just followed her where ever she decided to go.
Let’s not forget the size difference. How could she?When she first met you at the hospital she had to admit, she was both surprised and intimidated but you seemed to be far more intimidated by the older sister. Your personality was completely different from your looks which made everything far more confusing to the girl.
How can someone so big be so soft for her grumpy short sister? She had no clue.
But here you say on the couch at a random costume party hosted by some chick you’ve never met with a red solo cup full something you didn’t dare ask when Chad gave it to you in your black tank top and orange cargo pants dressed as a prisoner, per Tara’s request to match her. It was Tara’s way of rebelling against her sister and to prove that she was her own woman.
Music blaring loudly, the entire house dark with flashing lights, and people moved and danced closely. Something you weren’t fond of but still went along with the group because Tara seemed so excited about it.
In the dark room you catch sight of Chad in his zombie football player costume, a classic and boring one but then again it was last second. And not too far behind him was Ethan in his… Yoshi costume… the large hat stuck out and you began to realize why he didn’t have a girlfriend, he made up for it with his awkward charm though.
You had a few shots with the two and allowed Chad to make you a drink mixed with different things you dare not drink out of before slipping away onto the empty couch.
That left Mindy, Anika and Tara who were most likely somewhere playing a game having something to do with alcohol.
Suddenly, a girl in a Mario costume takes a seat next to you. At least she could have made it look cute, it was just a red t-shirt with an ‘M’ on it and black shorts.
Another group stood nearby watching and giggling. You notice another girl who wore the same thing but as Luigi. Oh great.
A few beats of silence goes by before she speaks. “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” she asks with a smile before leaning in and as soon as she does your nose is filled with her excessive amount of body spray. Not even the good kind.
“Uh,” you start before looking through out the dark room to see if you can find any of your friends but not even Ethan’s Yoshi hat was in sight. “No, I don’t think so?” You say, slightly scooting away from the girl and sipping your drink, face scrunching up after taking your first sip not knowing how strong it really was.
Another best of silence, the music sending vibrations through your body. “Oh, I know!” She yells and you flinch slightly, not sure how she managed to make her voice louder than the music that shook the house but she did.
“You’re that cute tall girl in my astronomy class!” She says and your eyes snap to the side giving her a side eye glare. You didn’t recognize her from the class but then again you didn’t exactly pay attention to the people, not trusting anyone enough to make new friends.
Now you see what Sam meant when she called you ‘anti-social Godzilla’ the other night when Tara made you stay the night with her.
“You, like, sit in the back of the class.” She says excitedly and scoots a little closer. Too close for comfort, your face scrunches up slightly from the mass amount of perfume wafted into your face as she gets closer, saying something you could no longer hear as the music suddenly got louder and the DJ spoke into his mic.
“Huh?” You call out as her mouth continued to move but nothing really comes out or rather you don’t hear anything. This seems to make her move closer, a bad choice in the eyes of the brunette who watched not too far away.
Anger couldn’t describe what she was feeling as she watched the girl lean closer toward you. She would never admit to being jealous out loud but here she was, watching your face scrunch up as you tilt your head at the girl.
It wasn’t often she felt this way, not at all. Even before you started dating you didn’t show any interest in anyone else but her and that’s exactly how she got you to ask her out so she didn’t have to. And even now she trusted you never to betray her trust but that didn’t stop others from pursuing you anyway.
And that made her blood boil. How could they not know your taken with the necklace that had her initials on it? Or the fact that you had faint hickeys on your neck left by her? Maybe they just took advantage of the fact that you were a push over or they were just dumb.
That’s what this blonde bitch must have been. Straight up dumb.
She had seen her staring at you on campus and made it her mission to show that you were together by being all over you. Holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, sitting in your lap, all of it. But apparently that just wasn’t enough.
“I think we should jump her.” Mindy says out of no where, face close to Tara’s to see what she was looking at. She was slightly crouched down and looked stupid doing so in her miles morales spider man suit as it bunched up in different places.
“Me too.” Tara huffs out as she crosses her arms, a small smirk appears on her faces as you pull away as the girl gets closer.
“Or you could just intervene without getting physical by pulling Y/N away.” Anika interjects in her spider Gwen outfit as she takes a shot.
“I like Mindy’s idea better.” Tara says, narrowing her eyes as the girl gets closer once again. “I’ll start by pushing her down and we can start kicking, Anika can record.” Mindy gums out as she stands up straight.
Tara definitely liked the idea, and even more so when the girl placed her hand on your arm.
“Don’t instigate, you’ll make her want to lock up Y/N for the night.” Anika hits Mindys chest as she gets closer, holding another shot before gesturing to Tara’s police costume.
Tara’s eyes light up at the idea and suddenly she was glad she went full cop mode with her costume. Taser and pepper spray that Sam forced her to carry around on her hips along with a radio, fake gun or rather it’s holster, and a pair of hand cuffs.
Oh, she definitely liked that idea and Anika smirked at the face Tara made when she suggested the idea.
Tara quickly took the handcuffs out of her belt loop and cuffed one of her wrist before making a beeline for you and just in time for the girl to get even closer. This fueled her speed of getting to you.
“Shoot me a thumbs up if you change your mind and want to go with plan A!” She heard Mindy’s voice faintly as the music blared in her ears.
As soon as she was close enough she hooked the other half of the hand cuffs onto the wrist the was holding your drink and locked it in, she then let go and stood up proud of herself as she glanced at you.
A confused look was spread across your face as you stared down at the hand cuffs connecting the two of you before looking up to her.
She couldn’t help but smile as a dark shade spread across your cheeks as you stared up at her, eyes wide and confused.
Her eyes snap to the girl before narrow at the annoyed look on her face. Why was she annoyed for flirting with her girlfriend. Tara felt the growing need to look back to Mindy and give her that thumbs up.
“Oops,” she says, voice sharp as she glares at the girl. “I slipped.” She sarcastically through gritted teeth as the girl rolls her eyes.
Who did this chick think she was? She couldn’t have thought you would even think about her with that basic ass costume and paint for make up.
“Don’t you have a key or something?” The girl says back, voice full of annoyance. She knew what she was doing and that was enough to make Tara want to be ghostface herself.
“I left them at home.” Tara replies before yanking your hand up to pull you up but it only caused you to drop the drink onto the floor.
“I’m thirsty and you’re all out.” She says her eyes snapping back to you as your eyes focus on the red seeping into the carpet on the floor. “Let’s go get a drink.”
You quickly got the memo when Tara pulled again but less harshly before standing up.
She smiles slightly up at you before sending the girl one last glare before slipping her bandaged and cuffed hand into yours and pulling you away.
“You slipped, huh?” You ask in a teasing tone as Tara pushes through the crowd with a huff. You apologize to the people who look back at her with a glare and move past them without bumping into them as Tara continued to shove her way through with slight resistance but she got through eventually with enough force.
“I am quite clumsy.” She replies as you near Mindy and Anika who have started a game of cup pong with two boys.
“Y/N! Great to see we didn’t have to jump a few girls to save your socially awkward ass.” Mindy replies before looking down to you and Tara’s cuffed hands.
“I didn’t take you for the kinky kind of couple.” Mindy says wiggling her eye brows before laughing when Anika hits her chest.
Tara’s eyes lightly up for a moment before quickly hiding it and smiling. Another idea for later.
Another wave of heat fills your face as you look down at Tara. Her police her was too large for her and was tilting slightly as she smirked not bothering to fix it. You would have thought it was adorable but at the moment you were a little embarrassed. “Did you actually leave the keys at home or we’re you joking?” You lean down and whisper into her as the music continues to blare, the action made her shiver lightly as her ears tinted with a pink hue.
“Oh, I have them.” She says casually as she picks up her drink she had before rushing off to get you. “But I’m not unlocking the cuffs until we get home.” She says as she holds up a red solo cup to her lips as leans into your front as she watches the game of cup pong.
You sigh out before smiling at her sudden possessiveness. It was often you got to see it but every time it always made you feel special that she wanted you all to herself.
You chuckle lightly before wrapping your arm around her and watching the game yourself as you rub her skin and bandage soothingly to help calm the girl down.
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“Wait, just slow dow-“ you start as Tara pulls your wrist harshly as she climbs up her fire escape as quietly as possible before letting out a hiss as the cuffs pinch you lightly.
“Shit! Sorry, sorry..” she says as she lowers her wrist so you no longer felt the force of being pulled up. She had insisted on keeping the cuffs on and you were beginning to wonder if she actually had the keys.
You had been pulled around all night so your wrist weren’t exactly fond of the smaller girl, especially when she made you fall a few times through out the night and pull herself down with you.
“Why didn’t you just take them off before we started crawling up?” You whisper yell as she continues her way up, her back side pressed up against your front now and you can’t help the blush the forms as her ass presses up against your pelvis area.
“I wasn’t thinking!” She whisper yells back as you both make it up to her window. “Plus, it’s cute when you blush like that.” She giggles as your face grows redder before pulling you into her room.
The lights were off in the hall around the apartment as you slipped in and nothing seemed disturbed other than the fact that you and Tara would have a hangover in the morning but you could cover that up easily.
You sigh out as you take a seat on the bed and Tara fumbles into her pocket before pulling out the keys and unlocking the cuffs with a small frown.
You rub your wrist as you watch her make her way toward her closet, peeling off clothes as she did so.
You smile lightly as you watch her pull down one of the hoodies you gave her and pull it over her head before pulling down your cargo pants and letting them hit the floor.
She quickly makes her way back to you as you scoot up the bed before straddling your waist and burying her face into your neck and letting out a soft but long sigh. You chuckle lightly as you wrap your arms around her
She felt exhausted after pulling you around most of the night, keeping you close as you danced and drank the night away. But now she was regretting it slightly as her wrist aches and her body relaxed into you as you scratched her back.
She let out another sigh before her mind wandered back to the girl who had the audacity to try her shot with you. She slowly felt the jealousy creeping back up into her and her exhaustion left as she bit you lightly.
Your body jolts slightly as her teeth connect to your skin and she can’t help but smirk as she feels something move on your lower abdomen.
“Tara…” you say in a warning tone as she eyes the hand cuffs on her bed side table. “It’s late and everyone’s asleep, so we should be too.” You sigh out as your grip tightens on the smaller girl, blush creeping into your face as you feel your own erection push against your boxers and onto her.
To this day you are astonished by this small girls strength and speed as she pulls out of your grasp and grabs something off the table. You let out another before a loud clinking catches your attention as she slides up from your waist to straddle your stomach.
Your eyes snap to her hands as she grabs your wrist and pushes them against her bed frame, slipping one cuff on and sliding it behind the railing and slips it onto your other.
You stare up, shocked by the sudden movements and their results. You yank lightly onto the cuffs and the bed frame moves, hitting the wall gently making a small noise.
Tara quickly grabs your hands and holds them still, a glare on her face as she looks down at you.
“T-tara..” you sputter out as blush once again forms across your cheeks.
“Shh,” she says leaning down, hands still on yours as her lips graze yours. “Wouldn’t want to make too much noise, now would we?” She says teasingly as a smile stretches across her face as her lust filled eyes look down into your worried ones.
“What if we get caught?” You ask, eyes locking onto the door where same could walk in any moment and catch you in such a state.
She presses her lips against yours harshly, one hand moving the your jaw as the other stays on your bound hands. Your lips move in sync as the kiss deepens further, her body pressed against yours and she slowly feels your cock harden as she does so and she can’t help but smirk lightly at how easy it was to get you going. She hadn’t even touched you and yet here you were, ready for her to start.
But there was no doubt in her mind that she was still going to touch and tease you first before starting.
The thoughts of Sam walking In immediately leave as you let out a small whine and pull against you restraints, desperate to touch the girl above you. Tara’s hand tighten on yours and her teeth nip your bottom lip. You open your mouth slightly from the sudden intrusion and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.
Oh, this was going to be fun. Will it cause yet another fight between her and her sister? Yes. Does she really care at the moment? Absolutely not.
She’ll just use this as another excuse to rebel against the older Carpenter.
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What are your guys thoughts on G!P Sam Carpenter?? Thinking about some smut to write up
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Released Tension
Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader
Content Warning: 18+ Content, Smut, G!P Sam Carpenter, Sam is stressed so she needs you, Female reader, Blowjobs, rough sex, public sex
Summary: After a fight with Tara, Sam is stressed so you decide to help her in a way you know how. You don't care if it's public.
Sam was tense, you could tell immediately. She had just fought with her sister about her choice of not going to therapy and you were knowing that she needed it but she wouldn’t go if she was forced. “Sam, come on. Let’s go to the bench and just sit down and cool it. We can go home later, ok?” you spoke to her, gently grabbing your muscles while Tara, Mindy, Chad, Anika and Ethan wandered off behind her, knowing Sam was safe with you. Sam sighed as she was walking over to the bench, putting her face in her arms. You were next to her, rubbing her thigh, unaware of what you was doing to Sam’s hormones. Sam soon growled before she pinned you down on the bench.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, right now,” Sam growled out, grinding her erection against you. You were wearing a skirt at least so it wasn’t going to be too bad at least. You nodded, embarrassed before Sam pulled you into a rough, hard kiss. Kissing back, you moaned as she was grinding harder against your pussy, feeling your wetness through her jeans. She soon pulled down her zipper and unbuttoned her trousers, pulling out her dick. She had gone commando, causing you to blush harder. You glanced down as she pulled her dick out, entering into you immediately as she was kissing all around your jawline. You didn’t care if anyone saw you like this, Sam would treat you well. She was being gentle and slow as she entered you, not wanting to harm you even if she needed to fuck her tension out. You kept letting her kiss all over you before you opened your legs wider, a moan slipping out as you realised she pulled your underwear to the side and not down your legs. You couldn’t open them too much or they would tear off and you didn’t want that.
Sam was soon starting to bite your neck as she was marking it, not even covering your mouth. She was wanting all of New York to see this apparently. She and you knew it would be recorded due to her past but she didn’t care. You wouldn’t either if you had Sam and her friends on your side. You were brought out your thoughts when she was pulling your shirt open. Since it was just a button-up flannel, it tore, revealing your bare chest. You could see Sam salivating as she was doing short, gentle thrusts before she was speeding up. You let out groans as she was soon sucking on your nipples. Sam was thrusting hard soon. You knew she would. She was tense after all. Gasping, you threw your head back as you moaned louder by accident, her dick hitting your sweet spot. Her own moans came out but much less quierter. She kept sucking on your nipples before she bit them. Due to the 2 sensations coming from your breasts and from your sweet spot, you were getting close. Sam noticed, of course she did, she knew your body language.
“Cum for me,” she moaned out from your breast. Gasping, you came on command as you heard her let out a grunt. “You can cum on command hm?” she teased, going harder before she pulled out and came on your thigh.
“Yes daddy,” you whimpered out embarrassed. Sam’s eyes lit up before she was thinking.
“You can have my dick again tonight IF you blow me off, got it baby girl,” she demanded. You nodded, happy to please her with whatever. You then went down on your knees as she sat, keeping her legs open. You couldn’t button up the flannel again due to her breaking it but you didn’t care. She was sat so confidently that you couldn’t help but rub yourself before you was taking her head in your mouth. You were sucking gently as you soon entered a finger inside yourself, causing you to moan before you took the rest in your mouth.
You were bobbing your head up and down gently, making direct eye contact with Sam while doing so. She was letting out moans as she gripped your hair, pushing you down further then making you go up. She was the one in control, she made sure you knew. “Hurry your fingers up,” she growled out. Nodding while you sucked, you did as told and was letting out muffled moans against her dick, sucking harder and faster. She let out more moans as you soon began to rub her balls as well, knowing she loved having them touched. Shortly after, she came in your mouth which you loved, swallowing it all. That’s when she picked you up, stopping you from masturbating and was setting you on her dick. She pinned you down again and thrusted hard inside you.
You knew this would be on the news but you didn’t care…
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Tara?
Warnings: NSFW, smut, GAYS, Tara Carpenter x reader, fem reader implied no pronouns used, G!P smut, G!P Tara, somnophilia, horny Tara, perv Tara, starts smutty so be warned
a/n: First fic!
inspired by @deep-fried-egg ‘s Hope She Doesn’t Know
Part 2
“Fuck-please” Tara whimpers out to no one as her hips furiously roll into her own hand, her breathy moans reverberating throughout her bedroom.
Silently thanking Danny for taking Sam out of their apartment as she’s now finally able to sate the gnawing arousal clouding her senses without the fear of her older sister barging in.
“y/n baby please...” the brunette whimpers. Various Polaroid pictures lie strewn about on top of Tara’s bedsheets.
Pictures of you...her best friend.
Tara knows it’s wrong to be masturbating to her best friend but right now she couldn’t care less as she imagines you writhing underneath her, moaning her name with the same intensity as she’s moaning your own.
Tara pumps her dick faster feeling her body tremble as she uses her free hand to grasp onto her sheets looking for some sort of purchase to ground herself.
“fuck, fuck, fuck-” she airily gasps out as her orgasm builds rapidly at the bottom of her stomach. Tara swipes her thumb over her leaking slit, squeezing the head of her cock before returning to her ministrations. It doesn’t take long for her to let out a loud final moan before cumming all over her hand and stomach.
Tara’s phone lights up as your name appears on her screen.
you: be over in 10 Tar, I got lots of snacks for us dw ;)
The fucking movie marathon, great. Now she has to change into a shirt that isn’t stained with the remnants of her previous orgasm, and figure out a way to hide her once again hardening cock from you.
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The movie is fucking boring Tara thinks as she watches the film playing in her living room. You couldn’t disagree more as you watch intently, eyes never wavering from the screen. Your legs are thrown carelessly over Tara’s lap, an act that wouldn’t be deemed unusual for two best friends had Tara not been sporting a growing erection in her pants.
It takes less than half an hour before you’re out cold on the Carpenter’s couch. Tara’s erection is now fully formed as your calf presses against it from your sprawled out position. Every slight movement and twitch from your slumber has Tara’s blood rushing from her her brain and straight to her dick.
Tara doesn’t think twice before she starts moving her hips up into your leg. Just like how she doesn’t think twice before fishing her cock out of her boxers and rubbing her painfully hard shaft slowly.
It’s wrong. And Tara feels so fucking dirty, but she can’t help but analyze the features on your resting face as she gets herself off. You look so peaceful just laying there and so fucking ethereal Tara thinks as she speeds up her movements.
Tara’s all but humping her hand at this point and she’s sure that she looks absolutely pathetic. She knows she’s not far off from her impending orgasm, and when you stir in your sleep it only spurs Tara on faster.
Tara releases all over her hand and yet another shirt. She whimpers not at all quietly and rubs herself through the aftershocks of her orgasm. The shorter girl suddenly is hit with a sobering dose of post-nut clarity as she faces the slutty and gross nature of her actions. She’s so distracted by her self-reprimanding thoughts as she barely hears you shift around again on the couch.
Her head whips to the side as she hears a groggy voice snap her out of the trance she’s in.
“...Tara?”
Fuck.
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What do you think abt Sam (non g!p) has the first time with her gf and she cums first (and gets very embarrassed afterwards, cuz she didn't even need to be touched for that!)
first time | sam carpenter 🔞
(Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)
Sam never understood the clichés of firsts, until you – the only one that mattered.
WARNING: make out session, fingering, first time - set in Scream universe | 18+ men & minors dni.
Words: 1.1k
Note: the softest smut i have written yet ahh enjoy! <3
"Fuck," Sam gasped, breathless as you were. "You feel- it's blowing my mind..." she tilts her head and slips in her tongue.
A small smile escaped your lips, knowing how the woman couldn't compose her words properly at your intense make out sessions as this. you let her in, finding her eagerness adorable. The soft rubs of your thumb on her nape only reeled Sam further to your touch. She takes off your top and the hunger in her motion made you arch your neck.
You slow down a little and Sam is tad confused but it doesn't stop her. Her own lips chased yours as you pull away and it didn't faze Sam, who continued caressing her hands onto your bare torso.
You and Sam had barely left one another enough for your lips to become numbed with the well-known dance that has been going on for minutes now. Her eyelids fluttering as she's wrapped in a dazed sensation – the rustling of your limbs against each other and touching and seeing you – has left the entirety of Sam scorching hot.
"Baby, baby," you moan in muted tone. The pit of fire in Sam’s stomach continues to burn, although she finally looks at you in concern.
"Are you okay? we can stop anytime,"
The tenderness is palpable on her doe eyes. You can't resist but run a finger softly on those hooded eyelids.
"Funny how i was going to ask you the same thing. You beat me to it," you say with a crooked smile. Your hands loosely wrapped around her waist and somehow, Sam’s body reacted too enthusiastically, and it made her hips buck onto your front. "Someone's excited."
"I can't help it, you know that too well, querida..."
"And I can definitely attest to that." An inevitable grin breaks out of Sam’s pretty face. It's so easy with you. "I’m all in, baby."
"I am, too. all in. I love you," Sam murmured as if she was in a daydream, stroking your cheek.
Sam drinks the appearance that beholds her. Your skin so soft and delectable, that she failed to keep her hands off you. The creases in your face with your gentle smile. Your soul that welcomed her without a hint of prejudice; paired with your eyes that relayed nothing but acceptance and love.
How Sam got lucky with you is lost on her.
Sam pulled you in once again, the softness gritting into a deplore of conviction; wanting to express how much you mean to her – cheesily enough, you are her world now.
Unfortunately, it also meant she had grown ridiculously damp. a stretch of her lower limb would make it seep much worse. She feels the electric coursing through her veins, prickling soundly onto her sensitive areas. She feels bare and vulnerable in all forms, you didn't even have to touch her that much for her to come undone.
It was mind blowing how Sam haven't thirsted this much to her previous partners before. Even with your limbs intertwined and skins grazing upon another, it simply wasn't enough. Sam is constantly chasing for more.
"I want to have you first," you breathed softly on Sam’s ears to her surprise, making her temperature rise even more. "Please, let go for me, Sammy. I promise to take care of you."
You look at her with glossy eyes, filled with devotion. How can Sam ever say no to you?
She nods with no reluctance to your glee. Oh god, this is happening. Sam feels your fingertips along her abdomen, touch so incandescent, that it made her muscles contract, as it makes its way further down to your goal.
When the heel of your palm laid on her lower stomach, fingers stretching in to go underneath her underwear, Sam felt herself vividly ooze a palpable amount of wetness that made her heave out of breath – thigh muscles spasming that she can barely move.
She rasped a moan as she laid her forehead on your shoulder.
"Are you okay, Sammy?" your eyes went wide in concern.
She weakly laughed. "Yeah, yes. Shit i think– this is unreal. I just came. I surely just felt it," she retracts her hold around you to cover her face in embarrassment. "Now I feel ridiculous. that- that wasn't supposed to happen,"
You looked at Sam bewildered at the news she had dropped.
"Baby, no, no. look at me," you shook her by the shoulder gently and cradled her face. "That's nothing to be shy of. If anything, I’m happy to make something as sex not only pleasurable by means of aggressive throes of lust, but comfortably mind-blowing to you."
It took a while for your words to sink in for Sam. She bit her lip, nodding in agreement. Sam looks at you straight in the eye. All she saw was comfort. Safety. Love. All of which resounded strongly when it comes to you. Slowly, the feel of embarrassment ebb out of her system.
This wasn’t a quick fuck, nor a casual thing. You weren’t cheeky and condescending as the other men she had encountered.
Sam felt like she mattered for once – as though she wasn’t a meat or a conquest.
The thought wasn’t lost on you as Sam looked at you in wonder and it breaks your heart. You decide to grasp her hand and place gentle kisses on her knuckles. The same hands that have gone through unimaginable violence, yet it’s gentle and slightly trembling in your hold.
"Thank you, mi querida."
The kissing resumed as your fingers also continued making its way to the depths of Sam’s crevice. The pad of your fingers that she ushered for you to rub harder had sent her on the edge. The soft gasps of excitement and pleasure, Sam couldn't take it.
Every touch had her entirety reeling, as though you had her absolved all her sins. Nothing else mattered.
"Listen to me, you're doing great. You look... beautiful."
Albeit it came rarely, Sam was somewhat desensitized to praises. But yours were raw and innocent. Sam feels her heart thumping louder than ever.
"Always a charmer,"
From there, she cants her pelvis closer to you, rocking her hips to the newfound rhythm – riding your fingers. All Sam can think about was your name. She met your thrusts and each time, you never failed to give her praise. I love you, I love you, I love you -- you confess, akin to worshipping a deity. The open mouthed kisses on her sternum and chest that you spread all over her, has made Sam's head spin. You simply understood how vulnerable and hard it was for the woman to let go. Sam swore she felt heaven – it made her surrender all her strength completely under your touch. She has never known a safer place as yours.
Wet enough she was, and this time both of you couldn't hold back your smiles, complemented by neediness, as you make love for the first time.
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ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ (2)
pairing(s): sam carpenter x g!p!stem!reader
warning(s): smut. p in v. handjob. cheating. cuming inside. probably the worst thing you ever read omg.
summary: part one.
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you don’t know why you were standing here, standing at your ex-girlfriend’s apartment door at midnight while you’re sulking girlfriend was at home.
apart of you felt like shit, you knew you shouldn’t have kissed sam. even if it were for a stupid game. even if amber gave you permission. because the whole way home amber shot smart comments but denied she was bothered.
in her own words, “no baby, i’m not bothered i watched my girlfriend get a boner from her ex.”
you wanted to say how could she be mad when she gave you permission but it wasn’t worth the argument and nonetheless you did feel terrible. you couldn’t imagine the insecurity you’d sparked up in the girl.
while you had these feelings, you’re ones for sam overpowered them. you tried to sleep (on the couch because amber didn’t want to be near you.) but you couldn’t. you had this dying, searing need to see sam, to touch sam.
you lift your hand to hesitantly knock but even before you could the door swung open, revealing sam clad in a robe and wet hair.
“come in.” a stupid smirk plastered on her pink lips while she stepped aside, giving you space in the door. she leads you to her room.
“i thought i’d have to wait at least a week before you came…but you missed me more than i thought.”
you squint your eyes at the girl, hating that she were right. you both underestimated how much you missed her.
“how’d you even know i was here?”
she takes a seat on her bed, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. “i seen your car from my window.”
“so, how’s your girlfriend? she mad?”
you scoff, still having distaste for her character of mind games. “of course she is, sam. that’s fucked up what you did.”
“mhm. did she fuck you good? because i’m sure if she did you wouldn’t be here.” the girl bites, not liking your tone with her.
you turn your head to the side, still standing by her door. knowing amber offered to touch but you declined. telling her you didn’t feel right.
but in your mind, you knew you wanted it to be sam to do you. only she could do you right.
“oh,” she laughs. “she didn’t fuck you at all. that’s why you’re here.”
sam was far too amused.
she was amused and blissful. this was her way and chance to get you back, to get you away from the rigid hands of amber. she would never admit it but underneath all her mind games and façade she missed you like crazy.
you were the only one to put up with her, let alone handle her.
“come here.” your eyes flick to her and back down to the floor, standing in place.
“y/n, come here.” venom in her word this time, and you hesitantly comply. taking a seat next her body.
“untie my rob.” you bite your lip, it was too late to go back now.
you bring your finger tips to the tie of the black silk rob, that hugged her body so right in your eyes. and with the tie undone the seem of her boobs showed.
glints pops in your eyes at the sight.
“mhm, good.” she leans off her hands, placing one on your thigh, her boobs fully showing now.
your skin felt hot, maybe a pierce of sweat by the way she was in your proximity. her brown orbs pouring seduction and need into yours. your orbs having the same amount of lust but a hint of nerves.
sam could see right through your nerves, she could tell there was beating in your heart telling you it’s wrong to do this with your girlfriend’ at home but she didn’t care. she would fix that right up and make you forget amber even existed.
“nobody will ever know,” sam whispered a lie into your lips before sealing it with a truthful kiss.
you pull away at first, looking back to the floor but she tugs on your neck, easily pulling you back in.
there it was. that intoxicating, intense feeling of how much you longed for her.
you hands once again found her waist, just bare this time. you held on so tight, nails slightly causing her sensational pain.
it felt all brand new and old at the same time. you subconsciously moved your lips to her neck, smelling the fresh dove off her skin. she was sexy as ever to you in this moment. it felt like blissful death to have her in your hands this way, and her hands gripping on your thighs. slightly feeling the buldge through your jeans.
as much as sam loved you in control, she loved to be in control even more. she flips the script, sliding her hand up the back of your neck into your hair, she tugs harshly causing you to grunt.
you head held in place, you watch her climb onto your lap. her other hand, pulls on the hem of your hoodie and you get the message. taking it off, leaving you in a beat up vintage michael jackson t-shirt.
sam on the other hand, let’s the silk slide off her arms. leaving her vulnerably exposed.
“god,” you’re shaking breath let out a whisper at the sight.
“i wanna’ ride you.” sam confirms, stepping off to you give area to slide your jeans off.
“your briefs too, y/n.” she scoffs at your horny fogged mind.
this time sam was the one mesmerized at the sight of you.
7 1/2 inches stood tall and rock hard.
she didn’t waste a second climbing back into your lap. she wanted to make sure you were ready, she spit in her hand as a form of lube and strokes you softly.
her eyes so dark, practically black at the way you fell apart in her hands. you head thrown back, light moans and whimpers feel from your lips.
she made sure to caress the tip with her thumb, collecting the pre-cum and stroking down, twisting her hand as well.
“sammy,” you let out and if possible, her eyes grew even darker at the nickname.
she didn’t care if you were ready or not anymore. she needed to have you and oh she did.
she leans up, holding you in place to align herself. she a took a deep breath before coming down on you.
the room filled with both of your moans. if you were falling apart before, you were a mess now.
the way she gushed around you.
she was so tight, and you hate to think it but she was tighter than amber. almost as if she were a perfect fit.
sam places her hand on your abdomen to balance herself as she rotates her hips on you, making sure to precise with her movements so you both can receive maximum pleasure.
“so big,” the carpenter whimpers out, when you push your hips up. she swore she felt you hit spots she didn’t even knew existed.
thank god tara ended up sleeping at mindy’s because from sam’s room through the whole apartment there was nothing but the sounds of slapping, whimpers, and moans.
“fuck, wait, sammy i’m gonna cum.” you pant, snapping your eyes up a the girl.
despite your protest, sam didn’t stop. in fact, it only evoked her more and she moved her hips in way you had never felt before. all you knew was that it brought you closer to climax as it did sam too.
sam felt that pit in her stomach and she knew there was no holding back.
“y/n, fuck.“ she shouted out. (if they didn’t before, the neighbors definitely knew your name now.)
and there was no use for you, once you felt sam’s juices flow all over you, your thick ropes explore her insides.
“oh my,” unintentionally, your hips pushed up at the pleasure.
sam toppled on top of you, allowing her head to fall in your neck. your body was limp, you both only being able to pant for a minute.
“so, is she better than me?”
you wouldn’t say it because you hated to think it, let alone compare.
but no one was better than sam.
──────── well… wrote this while i was at the gym LMAO👩🏽💻
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Tara Carpenter nsfw headcanons
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
incredibly cuddly. like… baby koala cuddly
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
her favorite body part on you is your tummy or arms. Tara likes to hold on to anything she can while cumming, and your arms always seem to be accessible. Tara’s favorite part of her body are probably her thighs. she thinks it’s cute you’re so enamored with them
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
g!p or not, Tara wants you to cum on her face. you once asked her what the obsession was and she responded with “Baby Tate says nut keeps that skin clean” with a shrug, and you’re left a little dumbfounded afterwards
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
before you got together and were just friends, you let Tara borrow a hoodie. she’s masturbated in that hoodie far more times than she’s liked to admit. after time it looses its smell of you, but you’re already together so she can now have the real thing anytime she wants
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
she’s had a few hookups here and there. Tara knows what she’s doing, but she’s always figuring out ways to make you cum :)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Tara likes positions where she can see your face. something about how intimate it is watching your dumb little smile while Tara’s furiously bouncing on your fingers like she’s in heat
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
kind of in between, slightly (very slightly) leaning towards sillier. both of you kinda just go with the flow and it works out
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Tara shaves once in a while. countless times you’ve said you don’t care, so she mainly does it for herself
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
such a fucking romantic. this girl can be so corny sometimes it’s not funny. she’s just in a constant state of :3 all the time
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before your relationship, Tara simply masturbated at pictures and scenarios she’d make up in her head. Now, Tara purposefully masturbates to tease you. Pictures and videos of her moaning your name or you’d come home to a needy Tara knuckle-deep in her pussy
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
…humiliation. she’s your whore, and your whore only :) g!p or strap-on, she likes it when your cock slaps against her face.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
definitely your apartment. sam was so close to finding out once. despite how her orgasm felt so much better afterwards, the heart attack wasn’t worth it
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
you hate it, but Tara likes when you get jealous. she doesn’t make you jealous on purpose cause she knows it’s one of your insecurities but when you do… she likes how your eyes darken. her usually happy and upbeat partner staring down someone? hot.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
knives are completely out of the question for obvious reasons. also, cuckholding. as much as she’s yours, you’re also hers and Tara doesn’t like to share
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
definitely giving. hearing you moan is music to her ears
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Tara definitely likes going slow, but only because she loves to edge you. sometimes you get impatient and start to take control and Tara lives for it
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
loves quickies. this woman can’t get her paws off your body for one second. you’re happy to indulge in your girlfriend so it’s okay
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
definitely likes to experiment! butt plugs, mirrors, cameras, she likes experimenting
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
i’d say Tara can go for 3, maybe 4 before she’s completely drained of energy
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
g!p or not, Tara loves her trusty strap. it’s about average in length, but god is it thick
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tara teases you within reason. nothing too mean, but just enough she knows she’s not going to be able to walk tomorrow. so like… lots of nudes
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
you’ve gotten multiple noise complaints. it was not fun when an older lady confronted you about your… lovemaking with Tara
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
one time she accidentally called you mommy… let’s just say you happily fed into her kink
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Tara has noticeable bruises on her lower hips due to you gripping on her love handles like your life depended on it
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
borderline high. Tara won’t do anything you don’t want to do, even if she really wants to. worst comes to worst, you edge her until there’s tears in her eyes if she was being a brat
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
if she’s overstimulated or done most of the moving, the woman is out like a fucking light. Tara can still function after having sex, but she does prefer a nap or going to bed after
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega#tara carpenter x reader#scream#tara carpenter#scream 6#tara carpenter scream#sam carpenter#jenna marie ortega
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