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Hi love can you please write waking Tara Carpenter up with oral

summary - ^

an - also for 🧞‍♀️anon who requested oral with any JO character :)

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The sun peaked through your curtains, golden rays of warm light cascading onto your body. You have a great sigh, shuffling in your spot on the bed before rolling over.

Your hand blindly felt around in front of you, a smile coming to your face when you felt the soft skin of your girlfriend. You peeked open your eyes, letting yourself focus on the tanned girl laying beside you.

Tara Carpenter, the girl who stole your whole heart away. She was your sun and moon, the stars that dotted your dark night sky. Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, wavy and loose and begging to be played with.

You reached forward, taking a fluffy lock in between your fingers. Her hair was soft, and when you brought it to your nose to smell, her scent was sweet and alluring, making you inhale happily.

You scooched forward, wrapping your arms around her waist and pressing a loving kiss to her warm neck. She hummed in her sleep, a small smile appearing on her face.

Your hands trailed down, rubbing your thumbs on her exposed hips. She wore only white lace panties with a very little covering tank top, and you could see every little divot and etch of her breasts through the feeble fabric.

A small whimper passed her lips, causing you to look at her face in confusion. Her smile had disappeared, contorted into an uncomfortable frown. Her hips bucked in your hands, which made you blush, now realizing what was going on.

She was having a wet dream.

A smirk came to your face, glancing at her locked door before rolling her onto her back. She whined softly, her hips twitching while a patch of wetness was forming on her panties.

You removed the garment, tossing it onto her nightstand before spreading her legs open for you. Her thighs welcoming to you, ready to be parted open so you can get to work at the job at hand.

“…mm…” Tara mumbled softly, her legs instinctively opening wider for you.

You smiled, kissing the inside of her knee before diving in her to wet heat. Your tongue peeked out, licking an exploratory stripe up her length. She shuttered, a shaky breath leaving her lips as she slept.

You grinned, doing the same action again before leaning up to suckle her clit into your mouth. That got a proper moan out of her, her hips bucking upwards. You placed your hands on her, pushing and holding her into the mattress while you pleased her.

A groan pases through her lips, turning into a full brown cry of your name when your tongue slipped inside of her. You pumped it in and out, your eyes rolling at her expensive taste. She was divine, like a strawberry cocktail on a hot summer day.

“Mmph!” Tara moaned again, now in a half-asleep state.

Her hands slid down, winding into your hair to pull you closer. You hummed against her, earning a squeal of approval from above. She was wide awake now, panting and moaning from your mouth on her.

“Fuck…I’m c-close!” She called out, head thrown back while her hips bucked up and down on your mouth repeatedly.

You grinder your face into her, letting your nose rub on her clit before shoving your tongue as deep as it could go. You prodded around a little bit, before finding the spongy spot that made her scream and cry for more.

You started to massage your tongue there, causing her to sob your name and clench down on you. A gush of wetness came from her, and before you could react, her body tensed and she squirted onto your face.

“A-ah!” She cried softly, twitching when you slow dragged your tongue out of her.

“G’mornin.” You said softly, looking up at her with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Hey…” Tara panted back, her hips still softly humping the air, “What a great way to waKE UP!”

You shoved your fingers back into her, causing her to yell at the sensitivity. A giggle passed your lips, your digits pumping quickly to bring her to another orgasm.

“You were having a wet dream.” You told her, pressing feather like kisses to her clit that had her seeing stars, “I wanted to help you out.”

“Fuck Y/N!” She moaned, her walls squeezing and another orgasm hitting her like a truck.

“Good girl~.” You praised, still curling your fingers to help her through it, “That’s it…just relax~.”

Her chest heaved, hands clawing at you to bring you up to her face. You gave her throbbing clit one last delicate kiss before crawling back up to face your girlfriend. Your fingers left her cunt, and you brought them to your mouth to suck them clean.

Your eyes rolled at her taste, her sweet syrup invading your tastebuds. When your eyes reopened, Tara was gazing at you with a dark look that said so many things.

“You’re so getting fucked by my strap later.” She growled before pulling you in for a deep kiss.

Oh how you couldn’t wait….

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Ladies, gentlemen, and others, we've got CONTENT

can you write something short and fluffy :( like jenna or wednesday being tired or something

j's lullaby

"darlin' i'd wait for you, even if you didn't ask me to"

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pairing: jenna ortega x reader

summary: jenna comes home incredibly late and can't wait to collapse into your arms after a long day

warnings: nada, entirely just fluff and comforting someone's exhaustion

word count: 1.2k

A/N: sorry for getting to this now, it was requested months and months ago. feels good to write something sweet for once, and without somewhere to branch off to. i like writing my stories, but it's fun to leave so much up to the reader. maybe i'll do more of these.

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Even from inside the warmth of your apartment, it was impossible to be unaware of the raging storm outside. You could hear the pattering of raindrops upon the stucco roof in small thuds that had faded gently into the background a good thirty minutes ago and given no indication of letting up anytime soon, either.

Not that it would have mattered. You stood in the kitchen with the kettle going on the stove, attempting to read a rather enthralling chapter of your book in the dim, warm light that hung over your microwave, and then rereading it for a third or fourth time when the words became an unintelligible mess in your head, whether it be from the lack of light or sluggish ability to think.

It was a little too late to turn the kitchen light on, not that you were a big fan of the overhead light, but it would've brought a crude harshness to the drowsiness you were attempting to fight off.

Even night owls had their limitations. Sleep snuck up on you at the wispy edges, pulling down on your eyelashes. The clock on your microwave ticked to 4:28, and you turned the page in your book, hearing the kettle's whistle begin to take frequency, one you were sure the neighbours could hear.

In retrospect the somewhat thin walls were the only thing imperfect about the place, with giant windows and warm, teakwood floors. That and your kitchen's tile floor being kind of cold in the morning, but even then, both you and Jenna wore socks in the house, so it wasn't much of a drawback. You would only live there for a few weeks more anyhow, before you both went back to Los Angeles. In the meantime you could cope with the plush floor rug that Natalie had sent.

With one thumb on the thin page of your beaten up novel and the rest of that hand pinning it to the countertop, you lifted the kettle gently towards your old ceramic mug with the chip in the corner and a teabag’s string hanging over the side. The hot water steamed and gently wafted over the apples of your cheeks, and it added a further weight, the room filling with a flowery smell.

As you grabbed a small spoon from the drawer, the front door’s knob audibly turned, creaking open on its hinges and letting some of the nighttime noise flood in, if only for a moment. You grinned at the noise with an excitement that would’ve been impossible to mask, stirring your drink and calling over your shoulder, down the hall. “Hey, in here.”

The door swung shut behind her and a few, tired steps later, Jenna stood in the doorway. You stayed focused on the task at hand, stirring your tea, but you could feel her eyes stay locked upon your face. She wandered over, coming up behind you where you stood and wrapping her arms around your torso, pressing the plane of her cheek against your shoulder blade.

She held you tightly, as if she wanted to melt together. “You didn’t have to wait up for me. It’s almost 5 in the morning.”

“I know I didn’t have to,” you shrugged. “I wanted to.” Her arms wrapped around you just a bit tighter, holding you there and sighing into the soft, worn fabric of your old shirt.

“I made tea,” you hummed. “Do you want any?” She shook her head into your back, almost purring in contentment.

“‘M too tired,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, you got back late,” you said, pushing the tea mug away and turning around to get a good look at her. She was beautiful, that was a given, but she also looked exhausted, with thick, dark eye bags and the tips of her dark bangs a little bit wet from the rain outside.

“Tim wanted to talk about the big scene we have coming up,” she whispered. You hummed again, watching her with a little bit of concern and she looked back at you with a fondness.

“Come on, off to bed with you,” you straightened up, holding out your hand for her to take, and grabbing your book with a finger left between the binding to hold your spot.

She rolled her eyes with a gentle huff but did not protest, letting you lead her gently into your bedroom. There were still a few candles you had lit for just in case during the storm, filling your room with a yellowish, warm glow, and you blew them out while Jenna got changed into her pyjamas.

“Oh, your mum called, by the way,” you said with a gentle smile, pulling the sheets back to sit on the edge. You pulled your woollen, thick socks off and flung them towards the far wall; you could pick them up tomorrow.

She gave you a sleepy nod, wandering towards the bathroom and sliding the door open. “Just checking in?”

“Yeah, wants you to call her tomorrow… which I guess is now today. She wants to her all about work.” You thumbed open your book while you waited for her to finish brushing her teeth, reading a few lines before she reappeared about a minute later, flicking off the light.

Jenna walked right over, pulling the sheets back and then practically collapsing on top of you, her head nuzzling into your neck. You could feel the cold edge of her nose pressing gently against the edge of your jaw, and it sent a small shiver down your spine. You put the book on your bedside table, sliding your eyeglasses off of your weary ears and stacking it on top, along with clicking the lamp off.

You would’ve planted a kiss upon her forehead, but she seemed all too comfortable for you to shift your position, and you were quite certain— though you couldn’t actually see— that her eyes were already closed and she was letting her exhaustion take over.

“I missed you, today,” she whispered.

“I missed you too.”

“Hm.” You both sat in silence for a minute, and you were convinced she had dozed off until she spoke again, even quieter than before. “Tell me about your day, love?”

“Well, let’s see,” you sighed. “Got up around 10, maybe? Did laundry—”

“Thank you for that, by the way,” she mumbled, nuzzling her face further into you.

“Mhm. Went to the shops. Made dinner. Watched that show I told you about.”

“Did you write, today?” The words were sluggish and slow, and you could tell she was lulling to sleep more and more.

“Nope,” you said with a small chuckle, and you felt Jenna smile against your neck. “I’m still waiting for that burst of creativity, y’know? I’ll find it when I find it. What about you? How was your day?”

But she didn’t answer, and you were perfectly fine with that. You could ask her in the morning, after all. And you could drink the cold tea you had completely forgotten about then, too.

short, sweet, and pretty cute. i'm happy with it. i think oneshots are incredibly fun. also calm yourself, i'm still finishing kiss with a fist [iv] i cannot stress enough how much i'm excited for it but it is NOT ready yet

Why do I love her even😑

Cause she's so cute that's why

So, um, yeah, I'm in love with this dumbass.

I think I just had the most terrifying experience ever.

Wednesday shows affection in a very peculiar way.

I'm not trying to rush you but

When are you making the new chapter?

Of course take your time :)

Right now actually!

Well it's not the chapter per say but i am making some drabbles in between

But i will make it soon

I might even make a holiday special!

It means alot that you want to see more, i promise i'll work on it soon!

cant find a working stream rn killing myself