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slvt4lanadelrey · 11 months

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The Pretty Firefighter | Tara Carpenter

Part one | The Pretty firefighter

Part two | Looking for the pretty firefighter

Warnings: Hot Sam, Tara being a little Teddy bear, kissing, suggesting scenes, slight smut

Tara (5:47pm): My dearest Y/N, will you do me the greatest honour of attending a date with mowh?

You (6:23pm): mowh?

Tara (6:24pm): That date is no longer feasible for you, not after leaving me on delivered for 40 minutes.

You (6:26pm): awwh, please? Who'll invite me on a date excessively all throughout the week, Or! Who would interpret my English lit mock exam to ask me if I was free this Friday?

Tara (6:27pm) are you though?

You smiled down at your screen, your body squished in-between Travis- your friend- and Anika. The two side eyed you, giggling at how your face lit up each time your phone would ding.

Within moments of you sending your last text, expressing and reminding the brunette girl- Tara Carpenter- of how she 'accidentally' on purpose distracted your week with her persisting request. It was cute, endearing even. She wanted something so desperately, she wanted you so desperately.

The second Tara read your message her caller ID flashed on your screen, alerting the group near you. Your fingers acted swiftly, pressing -Accept- before pushing off the couch, whispering to your friends you'd be back.

"I told you that was an accident. I'm so sorry, Y/N. If I knew you was in a mock exam I wouldn't have rang you." Tara breathed heavy through the phone, a slightly ruffling sound in the background. You rolled your eyes, smiling into the open air, walking around the greenery of your schools grounds.

"Its fine, Tara." You was yet to accept her invitation of a date, something she blamed on herself. In all honesly, you was just so swamped with school, and you didn't want her to give up so easily. She was so cute when she whined, all grumpy throughout the day because she wasn't allowed something.

"So...that date?" Of course, the famous date was always on Tara's mind, that was the simple reason why she wasn't revising even though she had a media's test coming up.

You laughed softly, something Tara found herself revelling in. She smiled happily, muttering fake distressed excuse me's as she paced down the halls.

"Tara-" you was cut off within seconds of expressing your sorrow; yet again you was stuck in boring revision lessons, wanting nothing more than to skip to spend time with your knight in...pirate clothing.

"Y/N, my dear.-" Tara had a habit of using mocking pet-names; if only you didnt tell her you wanted a hopless romantic partner.

"20 minutes, just 1200 seconds of your precious time. You and me, my apartment makes three?" She compromised, teasing you with her smile. You bit your lip, nibbling the flesh into your mouth in thought; Tara Carpenter? Or knowing you'd pass your exam?

"No funny business?" You asked, smiling deeper when she stuttered with her speech.

"If we just so happen to kiss, then that's just a win." Tara shouted down the speaker, hanging up before you'd saying something witty in return.

You groaned at her statement, returning back to your friends; who teased you ferociously within moments of your return.

In Tara's words she sent an adequate amount of messages, reminding you that you was expected at her hours at 7pm. In your eyes, she spammed you religiously all throughout six o'clock, and only stopped the moment your fist collided into her wooden front door.

The second the door was pulled open, standing taller than you; almost stalking over your frame was Samantha Carpenter, the mother gothel to Tara's Repunzel. She glared uncomfortably at you, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Can I help you?" She all but snarled, huffing out her chest, to state dominance? You smiled sweet at her, not letting her scary stature alter your mood.

You held out your hand, shuffling forward so she would take it. Her eyes scrunched, knitting into a confused face. She cupped your hand, shaking it solemnly.

"Good Evening, Ms Carpenter. Tara invited me over, did she tell you?" Her face drained, her shoulders releasing the tight knot she forced apon them. Her face released of stress, pulling into a smile.

"Your Y/N?-" when she was met with a nod, a little chuckle leaving your lip, smiling like a child, the older girl sighed heavily

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Tara's going to rip my head off, please come in" she opened her door even further, letting you into her home. Sam was notoriously known around the campus as Tara's scary older sister, so when you had to face the monster yourself you was shocked; she was just some protective sister who doesn't trust easy.

You passed her in the hall, stopping in your track when you noticed the living room was drawn into a quite the romantic setting: flowers bunched on the table, Dehlias. A few packets of different brands of candy, no chocolate in sight. A film the both of you shared an interest in paused on the screen, blankets and pillows laid sprawl on the floor. Everything was perfect, but Tara was no where to be found.

Sam slid beside you, her smile stiff. "She likes you. Please don't break her heart, or you know, ill have to break your nose and spine." She muttered, smiling when you stared at her with a less than impressed expression.

"What if I'd like that?" Tara rushed into the room, slamming down her backpack, breathing heavy.

"Are you flirting with my sister?" Tara breathed out, pulling out a dozen of roses. Your heart fluttered, face turning into a pink frenzy when she offered you the the bunch.

"I had them on order." She shrugged, trying her best to avoid the blush that was plaguing her cheeks. She ducked into her shoulder, brushing past you and walking into the open kitchen.

"She wasn't." Sam stated, sliding into her coat, zipping it before picking up her keys.

"I'm trusting you, Tara. I'll be going." Sam left with a small smile, letting the door lock behind her.

"Finally." Tara sighed out, plopping herself onto the floor, the mass amount of blankets suffercating her. She smiled up at you, offering her hand.

You blushed for the millionth time this night, landing down beside her. She flushed immediately, shuffling even further into your person space; something you'd grant, but only for her.

"Do you wanna watch this film?" She asked, clicking onto the movie she already had displayed on the screen. The name of the movie splashed on the screen, making you chuckle at the meaningful choice.

"Moana?"

She laughed, howling into her open palm with laughter. She rocked back and forth, snorting when she covered her face with her hand. You looked at her in absolute enchant, you was captivated by her in every way.

She was flawless beautiful, her nose painted in freckles her cheeks hollow with dimples, her big baby brown eyes purring into yours. She was charming, charismatic, she always had something witty to say which only added to her alluring self. You wanted her in every way possible, it was puzzling to think that all of this started because of your drunk friends hornyness, but you wouldn't change anything about your situation with Tara.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She questioned, her face still pink with blush; flushed at the way you called out her sentimental self.

"Your beautiful." She stopped, her face scrunching into a massive smile, almost taking up all her face. You told yourself, time and time again; don't fall for someone, especially so fast. But she was so undeniably perfect, so herself that nothing would have stopped you from leaning forward.

Your lips grazed hers at first, teasing the waters with a simple peck. Her perfume engulfed your scenes, the vanilla moisturiser trapping you. Your hand lifted to her cheek, cupping it softly before pulling the girl further into you; your lips acting like a wildfire, itching ever desire the brunette rawred out of you.

She acted quicker, pushing you down more than happy to indulge in whatever you was offering. Her lips planted on yours, hands tugging at your shirt.

Her lips were feverish, tongue grazing your bottom lip. You groaned, pulling away, to her great dismay.

"Slow down there, pirate." She whined at your request, bruising your neck with her needy lips. You giggled at the feeling of her lips all over you: your neck, your cheek, the tip of your nose, and forehead.

"I remember you told me you'd make me scream louder than a siren." She husked into your ear, breathing lightly into your neck; teeth grazing your ear, kissing it with a satisfied hum.

You groaned in return, back arching before your hands tugged her down; making sure her body colliding with the floor with a a loud thud.

"I told myself I wouldn't be this easy. But since your being such a gentleman, and that I have something to prove...we can watch the movie later." You promised, placing a small kiss on her lips before you sank down her body further, taking the reminding of her clothes with you.

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jennaortega23 · 29 days

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crazyoffher · 9 months

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WATCHTOWER. - 3

jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: the continuously reappearing late-night visitor carries out her goal, taking you where she knew you wanted to be.

warnings: unedited

word amount: 4,000+

a/n: i personally think this is kind of boring, so i hope you guys don’t think it is. enjoy this long chapter :) (edit: why did none of y’all tell me i forgot to add the summary 😭)

part one part two part four

“You know, when you said you wanted to ‘hang out’, I figured something like the mall. Not this!” You gawked at the building in front of you, jaw slack, and Jenna couldn’t help but laugh at your expression.

“What? You don’t like it?”

“I fucking love it, Jenna. Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to go here since I was a kid.” The two of you stood outside the Bradbury Building, an architectural landmark that you were more than interested in.

“Really? I was kind of seeing it as a hit or miss location because I didn’t know what you were into.” That was a lie.

The night you gave Jenna your number, you guys talked from when you got home at midnight until 3 AM. It was enjoyable, to say the least, because you felt a connection with her. With an eased mind, you let her know things about yourself—nothing deep, just who you are and who you’re surrounded with, mainly.

You had a dog, Aries, that lived at your parents house because your apartment doesn’t allow pets.

You had siblings—one sister and five brothers—though two of those brothers lived out of state for college and career purposes. You were the second oldest out of all of them; your eldest brother was Christian, who was 25, and you were 23.

But then came the piece of information that was morally important to Jenna. Your last name.

Immediately after texting Jenna goodnight, she searched your name on Instagram, clicking through dozens of accounts until landing on yours. You and an unknown man together were your profile picture, whom she assumed was your brother.

It was a public account with three thousand followers and five posts on it. Your most recent post, dated back five months, showed you in your graduation gown and cap holding up your diploma.

The caption is what caught her attention, though, reading ‘Certified Architect’.

It didn’t lie, either. You did have a bachelor's degree in architecture, and not long after graduating, you applied for a job at a big-name company, and you were hired, but not for another eight months at the time because all positions were filled. That’s why you picked up the high-paying job you have now, dealing with assholes day and night, but the money was worth it.

You wouldn’t be making as much as you currently did at the restaurant as an architect, but you didn’t care. You didn’t enjoy the waitress job, and the position you applied for at the company paid well.

That’s all that led Jenna to the bright idea of bringing you to the Bradbury Building, skimming reviews for over an hour on architectural landmarks before settling on the building in front of you.

She had no idea about your lifelong interest in visiting the building, though, so she guessed it really was a hit or miss on that part. “You ready?”

“What—oh, yeah, definitely. Come on.” You held out your hand, too immersed in the building to realize your action.

You weren’t a physical person, and you disliked when the hugs friends would give you lasted longer than needed. When you came to reality and saw your hand outstretched, patiently waiting, you were startled. Your dislike for touch came in the form of consent, and you threw all of that out of the window after not taking into consideration that she might not be up for physicality with you.

Before you could retract your hand and mutter an apology, you felt her hand grasp yours.

Your arm fell to your side as Jenna started walking, pulling you along. While you walked alongside her, your face contorted into a nervous expression, and you blew out a large breath you hadn't realized you had been holding.

“Welcome to the Bradbury! Would you guys be interested in scheduling a time for a tour guide, or would you like to explore the architecture yourselves?” You hadn’t taken more than three steps inside the building before a man stopped you, tall and formally dressed. He held out two brochures, which you and Jenna took with your free arms, thanking the man before Jenna spoke up. “By ourselves is fine, thank you.”

The man smiled and walked behind the four of you, with Eddie and Bennett walking at a distance from you and Jenna. She didn’t want them there, but because they were hired for day-to-day protection, all she could do was ask them to keep their distance. They agreed.

“What do we do here?” Jenna was a bit stumped, looking around the building to see railings, walkways, and even an elevator or two. You were more than happy to explain to her the extent of the architectural landmarks.

“You just kind of walk around. You’re meant to take in the design, the art, and there should be informative boards on when and how the building was built as well.” You looked down at Jenna, only to see her already looking at you. You shot her a lopsided smile to acknowledge your appreciation of her thorough listening. “It’s why these places aren’t always filled, because a lot of people would find it all boring.”

She nodded profusely, signing to you that she understood, or tried to understand, all of what you were saying. “Alright, architect, tell me all you know about this place then.”

You pursed your lips, contorting them into a smile. “Gladly.”

You and Jenna walked further, and you were right; there weren’t too many people there compared to art museums or other attractions. There was a passageway boarded off, possibly for renovations, so the two of you traveled down a hall with about three other people standing around.

“Well, for it’s history, the Bradbury started being planned in 1892 by it’s owner, Lewis Bradbury, and he hired an architect, Sumner Hunt, to design the building. The original design was supposedly scrapped because Bradbury didn’t like the imagery it gave, so he hired a draftsman by the name of George Wyman. He had no education as an architect, which led people to wonder if he even changed Hunt’s designs at all and who should be credited as the building's architect.”

“So Hunt got screwed over, basically.”

You nodded. “In credentials and work, yes. Wyman actually worked for Hunt, but I can assume that didn’t last long, you know?” You laughed, and so did she.

Jenna observed how each of your cheeks was marked with dimples and how your eyes narrowed. She was well aware of her own smitten ways toward you, but all she could do was try her hardest to brush them off. As far as she was aware, you were not interested in anything more than friendship.

“Bradbury died the same year, and the building opened a year later. As of now, it serves as the headquarters for the LAPD’s Internal Affairs Division. It’s why you can’t go up past the third stairway.”

“You seem to know a lot about it’s history.” Jenna quirked. Usually, she hated when people constantly talked; it was a major irk for her. She didn’t mind you at all. She blamed it on your smooth, slightly low voice—just a tad—and how calm you seemed when talking.

“Whenever I have an interest in something, I like to do a lot of research on it. I enjoy figuring out the history behind it, whether it’s a landmark or even a cup,” you laughed lightly. “It’s definitely a factor in why I minored in history.”

“Minored?”

“University. I minored in history and majored in architecture. Did I never mention that?” You swore you had, but you didn’t blame yourself. It was the middle of the night when the two of you texted, letting each other know more about yourselves, and you’d be lying if you said you were fighting sleep just to talk to Jenna.

“You didn’t, but it’s really cool. I hated school a lot, but for some reason, the idea of going to university always interested me. I never had the time for it, though, especially when the opportunity came.”

“When, after graduating high school?” Jenna nodded. “I started to garner more roles around that time, and it was clear to me that I couldn’t do it even online. I don’t think I would’ve made it through four years anyway, but I just kind of wanted to know what it was like to live that sort of life, you know?”

“Definitely.” You guys reached the beginning of the staircase, with Eddie moving from behind the two of you to open a low door that was blocking the entrance. The stairs were open, and Jenna’s foot went under a stair. It would’ve left her to fall if it weren’t for her grappling onto your shirt for support.

Your hands flew to her back, reflexes a lot quicker than her bodyguards, who didn’t comprehend that she almost fell until you had already stabilized her. “Are you alright?”

You bent down slightly, pushing the ankle of her leg and sliding her foot out from under the staircase while Bennett’s hands replaced yours on her back. You could feel Jenna let out a huge breath. “Yeah, I’m fine. Maybe a little embarrassed now.” Her cheeks were tinted pink, and her hands were fighting the urge to fly up to her face to cover herself.

“Don’t be. Stuff like that happens all the time, especially to me. It’s like I’m cursed.” You reassured her, and Jenna smiled at the idea of you falling. “Yeah, I can imagine that, and It’s kind of funny.”

“Oh, wow.” You dragged out your words, moving up the staircase with a falsely hurt and sarcastic expression on your face. Jenna followed, her hand resting on your shoulder in fear that she’d slip again. “That was pretty rude of y—oh my god.”

You walked up the last step, turning toward the wall where an engraving sat, reading something rather long and in small writing.

Jenna eyed how you darted your gaze everywhere, taking in the sight of whatever was on the wall as if it were the most precious thing you had seen in your life. “I think it’s time for another history lesson.”

“This absolute beauty,” your hands gestured to the wall, finger pads feeling over the engraved tiny-fonted words, “is the LB Treaty. It’s not actually a treaty, but people like to paint it as if it were. This is the artifact of peace that has been number one for me to see, but I never knew it was inside the Bradbury building itself.”

Still perplexed, Jenna cocked her head to the side to get a better view of it. The engravings sat in the middle of the wall, with scratches and symbols painted all over the wood. She looked at you, your brows furrowed and mouth agape in intense concentration, as if you were not sure if you were hallucinating or not. “What’s the point of it?”

You tore your fingers away from the wall, skimming over the title that read, “Lewis Bradbury Treaty of 1893,” in all capitals. "In 1892, it was discussed whether or not the Bradbury should be put up as a building of visitation, as in if people could visit the place. Bradbury argued no, but Hunt and Wyman both said yes.”

“Shouldn’t Bradbury have the upper hand since he was the owner, though?”

“Not necessarily, because Hunt and Wyman were both equally involved in the construction of the building. Even before Hunt was fired, he contributed to the location of the building as well as getting the official papers, and Wyman was important for the architecture, supposedly.” You shamelessly took a picture of the artifact, shoving your phone in your pocket and stepping back.

“They decided to solve their problem in the form of the law. They made a treaty, but before anyone could sign, Bradbury died, so Hunt forged his signature on the treaty and changed it up so the building could be accessible to all, instead of Bradbury’s plan to only make it accessible to the wealthy.”

“That’s kind of fucked.” Jenna snickered, moving along the stairwell. You took one last look at the treaty before following her, explaining to her more history on the way around as well as pointing out designs and the entire building's structure.

“Would it be too much to ask you to dinner?”

“I’m sorry?” Your ears perked, and you leant slightly closer to Jenna, unsure of what she said in her lowered voice.

She coughed, shoving her hands into her jacket pocket as the cool breeze hit the two of you while you exited the landmarks. The car rounded to the front with Bennett behind the wheel. “I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat, as well, if you’re not busy for the rest of the night.”

Her tone was shy, almost unsure of herself, but she based it on a slight fear of rejection from you. All of it washed away when you gave her a lipped smile, opening the backseat door for her. “I’d love nothing more.”

As you entered the restaurant, you were visibly shocked at Jenna’s choice of dining. “This is, uhm,” you stumbled over your words, turning back to see Bennett arguing with the valet over car control. “I'm going to go out on a limb right now and say that this place is very expensive.”

“You’ve guessed correctly,” Jenna said as she walked away from the hostess, meeting your side on the waiting chairs and noticing your struck expression. “Sorry, I figured you’d be accustomed to places like this because you work in a Michelin-starred restaurant, but we can go somewhere else if you feel uncomfortable in-”

“It’s all good, Jenna.” You cut her off, pointing the palms of your hands in her direction to let her know that you’re fine. “I just feel a little underdressed, is all.”

You eyed your clothes from where you sat: a beige-brown shirt and black baggy jeans with black adidas as your choice of outfit. Meanwhile, all the staff and guests were all dressed in formals, button-ups, and dresses in every direction her eyes scanned.

“It’s alright.” Her hand rested on your shoulder in an attempt to ease your nerves, and your heart skipped a beat at the simple interaction. “I’ve been here a couple of times. Dressing up is just a shnack; the owners and workers could care less about how you look.”

You only nodded, standing when the hostess called Jenna’s name. Her hand still rested on your shoulder as the two of you ventured into the dining room, Eddie and Bennett resting in the car but still within eyesight of the two of you when the hostess guided you to a round table, chairs already outstretched.

You both muttered your thanks before moving to sit down, scanning the menus before giving your orders to the well-groomed man with slicked-back hair. You tried to ignore how he eyed Jenna, his gaze lingering on her, and, to top it off, a not-so-sly wink he sent her when he closed his notebook before walking away.

A busser came by soon after the waiter vanished, filling up both your cups with water before handing out complimentary champagne, ghosting over the fact Jenna wasn’t of drinking age. You watched as she examined the alcohol, her eyebrows raising at you as if she were telling you to test it first.

“Might as well take your opportunity of underage drinking while you can, yeah?” You joked before your lips met the glass, taking a light sip of the champagne, a 1959 Dom Perignon worth well over one thousand dollars.

Jenna took a sip of hers as well, humming at the caramel hints in the champagne. “To be honest with you, I’m not really hungry, but I could eat something to pass the time.” She admitted it, setting the glass down before meeting your addled eyes.

“Why did you ask me here, then?”

“Because I figured maybe you were hungry, and more-so taking this as the opportunity to get to know you more, if you’re willing to share more with me.” You nodded, setting your glass down as well. You took a sharp glance at your waiter serving another table, watching as his eyes darted to Jenna every few seconds.

“With my pleasure,” you said as you scooted your chair closer to the table, “ask me anything.”

Jenna was left in her own thoughts, thinking back to your guys’ earlier conversation about education and before that, when the two of you were texting. “How was university? High school, any form of social experience you’ve had.” She laughed at the overlapping of her own words. “I seriously can’t tell if you’re anti-social or not.”

“University had me close to ripping all of my hair out; that’s how I’ll summarize the experience.” Jenna giggled at your honesty, slowly succumbing to the fact that you had no filter when it came to your words. “It was a breeze at times. You just kind of went to the classes, did homework, and lived your life for the rest of the day until you had to repeat it. But then there are midterms and finals that have you hunched over your desk, nose in multiple textbooks, trying your absolute hardest just to get a 75% on the essay portions.”

“A 75% is passing!” Jenna argued, but you shook your head vigorously. “Not when you go to a student-competitive school with your classmates averaging 85% and higher on each test. It’s really tempting to quit at times when you see other people achieving what you worked hard for and didn’t get.”

Your voice sounded the same as earlier when you were explaining architectural history to Jenna not long ago: smooth and slightly low, intoxicating to anybody’s ears. “Yet you still hung on and got your degree.”

“Because I never fully deterred myself.” You took another sip of the champagne, maybe two, before continuing. “Whenever I felt like walking to the counselor's office and telling them that I wanted to leave, I thought about how hard I worked to get where I was and how much of my time and effort I would be wasting by just giving up because I was comparing myself to others. As long as I really keep my mindset, I think I can handle another two years, maybe even four.”

Jenna’s ears perked at the last sentence; she was not sure if she mistook your words. “What do you mean by more years?”

Before you could answer her, your rather flirtatious waiter came back around, two plates in his hands and a smaller third plate balanced off his arm. He handed the two of you your food before setting down the small plate next to Jenna’s main plate, “and a dessert, on the house, for somebody who looks so sweet.”

You grabbed a cloth that was set to the side, throwing it over your mouth and pretending to wipe something from it, but truthfully biting back the urge to laugh. The waiter winked at her once more before walking away, and it was then that you removed the cloth from your mouth, ducking your head down and trying your hardest to not laugh loudly.

“Stop it.” You felt another cloth hit your head, and you raised yourself up with your hand covering your mouth. “I’m sorry, but I had to! It was so corny.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She pushed the dessert away, taking a couple bites of her food before focusing her attention back on you, your demeanor returning to calm. “Now answer my question.”

“What—oh yeah. Um, I actually plan on going back to university soon.” Jenna’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and you presumed it was because of her food, but her words said otherwise. “You have your degree, though.”

“It’s a bachelor's, and I don’t feel like I’m truly going to get anywhere with a bachelor’s. I was thinking a master's or doctorate would get me even higher-paying and higher-role jobs, so I could try and make a name for myself. A master’s takes an extra two years; a doctorate takes an extra four.” You took a bite out of your food, giving a low hum of satisfaction while Jenna gathered your words together in her head.

“I guess that’s fair enough, coming from me, where I’d die if I had to take more acting classes.” You almost snorted at that, your cloth flying up from your hand to wipe the grime off your mouth before swallowing your food and giving a proper laugh.

The night slowly came to an end as you finished your food, fighting Jenna for the check before ultimately deciding to go 50/50, each paying three hundred dollars for rather pricy, though well-cooked, food. She warily took a note that your waiter gave her when returning both your cards, his phone number written on it, and deciding to throw it in a trashcan outside the restaurant when the two of you headed for the car.

“Poor waiter. He’s not getting a call tonight, is he?”

“Nope.”

The drive to your place took about twenty minutes, the restaurant being on the edge of Los Angeles and therefore far from your apartment. You let out a content sigh when the car came to a halt outside the building, not ready to end your day with Jenna despite the clock nearing 10 p.m.

You asked, “So how long is it going to take me until I can hang out with you again?” On the ride home, she told you about how she had to go out of state for a while to reshoot a couple of scenes for her upcoming movie and wouldn’t be in the country for a month or so.

“When I come back, I’m going to be busier than ever because of pushed-back meetings that I’ll need to take care of, but I think I can see you one day. I might or might not stop by your work looking for a well-dressed waitress in a mentally stressed state.”

You smiled a genuine one at her, rubbing your face, which was slowly deteriorating into tiredness. “You shouldn’t have told me that, because now I can’t wait for it.”

You exited the car from the left door, Jenna from the right, and rounded the car before embracing her in a hug that she reciprocated just as heartfully as you. Her hands were around your stomach area, and your arms were resting around her shoulders.

It was already cold out, goosebumps littering your skin because you had no jacket, and the feel of Jenna’s nose brushed up against your neck, her breath hitting your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Goodnight, Jenna.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” And with that, Jenna got into the car that retreated out of the street, and you waltzed into your apartment lounge with nothing but post-excitement running through your blood, ready to knock out as soon as you laid on your bed.

“Welcome home, buddy.” You jumped at the voice, soon recognizing it to be Jack's, who sat on your couch with Scream 5 playing on the TV. “How was your date?”

“Hang out,” you corrected him, “and fucking awesome. I got to rant my heart out about architecture and my life. Why? Because Jenna wanted to hear about it, so suck it, you asshole.” Jack grabbed the remote, throwing it at your hip. He was the last person who ever wanted to hear you rant, plugging his ears with the tips of his fingers if you went a little overboard on explaining something.

“Alright, well, I’m going to sleep-”

“But I want to hear about your date!” He yelled out, watching you retreat into the hallway and into your room. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow!”

Undressing into your usual nightwear, a white t-shirt and plaid shorts, it didn’t take you long to surrender yourself to sleep, only feeling the weight of your restlessness after you were away from Jenna.

A ringtone, a really annoying ringtone, was soon shut off by a hand clawing at their phone, grumbling at their sudden awakening but then it started again, and it took opening their eyes to see that it wasn’t an alarm but somebody calling them.

“Hello?”

“Jenna, why the hell are people saying that you’re now in a lesbian relationship?”

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hey guys 💁🏻‍♀️hope you enjoyed that and if you thought it was boring pls comment something so i can rewrite it to make it more interesting :) don’t ask me about the architecture part because i don’t know where i got it from either…

(ted mosby)

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daaedoodles · 1 year

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i’m gonna dance dance dance with my hands hands hands

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesdayaddams #wenclair #enid sinclair #enidsinclair #nevermore #jenna ortega #jennaortega #wednesday netflix #my art #nevermore academy #addams family #art

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melrodrigo · 11 months

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Puppy Love - W.A.

Wednesday Addams x F!Reader

Summary: You come up with a ploy to make Wednesday Addams fall for you, it works. Well, it kinda works.

Warnings: My attempt at writing Wednesday

Word Count: 1k+

Requested by: my first request by an anon ily, this one’s for you <3

There was an unspoken routine between Wednesday and you. It started one night when you were tossing and turning in bed, thinking about the crush you had on the raven haired girl.

It was honestly annoying, how much she occupied your mind. And you’d decided to do something about it, or it would eat you alive.

You thought long and hard about what to do, but the only idea you came up with didn’t reassure you at all.

And that was how you ended up on the other side of Wednesday’s dorm room, feet shuffling nervously as you knocked a few times.

The door immediately opened, but to your surprise, a certain werewolf had answered instead.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn.

Your nervousness dissipated slightly, happy to see a friendly face.

“I’m here for Wednesday. Do you think she’s ready for class yet?” You managed to get out, and watched as Enid’s confusion turned into a small smirk. She was the only one who knew about your crush on Wednesday, and teased you relentlessly at every opportunity about it.

“I’ll go get her, i’m sure she’s ready.”

And Enid left, but not without one last wink, laughing as red started to paint your cheeks.

After a couple minutes, and multiple sounds of squealing and clapping from the other side of the door, it opened to reveal Wednesday.

“What is it Y/N?” Wednesday gave you an unimpressed glare, making her annoyance about you disrupting her time clear.

You rubbed your neck and gathered up the courage to look her in the eye.

“I want to walk you to class today.” You said quietly.

It was a weird sight to see, you were usually so… confident, and sure. You were almost identical in personality to Enid, but somehow even more cheerful and bubbly if that was possible.

And even though Wednesday would never admit it, it pulled at her heartstrings just slightly to see you so vulnerable.

She had grown, not fond of you, god no, in the past few months but sort of comfortable in your presence.

Wednesday contemplated her options silently, making you suffer in the uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes.

“I’ll allow it.” Was all she said before walking past you and into the hall, leaving you to trip over your own feet, stumbling after her.

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It seemed like that was all the permission you needed, because every day after that, you took it upon yourself to come and pick up Wednesday at her dorm at 8 o’clock on the dot.

She started to wonder if maybe she shouldn’t have let you walk her that day, but Wednesday couldn’t help but feel like maybe it was right.

She felt weirdly…nice around you, and didn’t mind your talking and rambling as much as she thought she would.

It started off small, little changes that you never noticed. Wednesday would start waiting for you, everyday before class, staring at her dorm door as if the longer she stared the faster you would show up.

You swore that you could see the tiniest smile play on her lips when you made dark jokes, but it was gone just as fast as it had appeared.

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On one rainy day, when you had gotten up out of bed, a sharp pain immediately shot in your brain, making you hiss. You had the headache of the century.

“Oh god.” You muttered to no one in particular, groaning at the pain that still wouldn’t go away.

Wednesday.

You realize with a start, you had forgotten to walk her! Hurrying to put your uniform on, silently cursing yourself for being so damn stupid, you swung the door open. Determined to catch up to Wednesday and apologize.

What you didn’t expect was Wednesday standing in front of your dorm room, arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Where have you been?” She questioned, eyes narrowing at you.

You were about to explain yourself when you stopped short, and smiled, “Why? Did you miss me?”

There were very little times Wednesday was rendered speechless, but this was one of them. You savored the moment while you could, smile tugging on your lips threatening to break.

“What nonsense. You were late. I expect you to be punctual when you pick me up.” Wednesday bit back, but you couldnt help but notice the slight tint of red on her pale cheeks.

“If you had to know, I woke up with a killer headache. I was just going out to see you.” You explained, while adjusting your uniform in the mirror. Hey now that you had the time, you had to make sure you looked good.

There was a moment of silence before Wednesday answered.

“Don’t do it again. Now, let’s get going. Take an advil for that headache.”

She turned on her heel and walked off, back as stiff as a stick.

“Okay, Wednesday.” You laughed out with a shake of your head.

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You never showed up in front of Wednesday’s dorm after that day, instead she was the one to pick you up.

She claimed it was because ‘You were irresponsible and late and she couldn’t bear to put up with such nonsense’ but you knew she didn’t really mean it by the way her glare never quite reached her eyes.

After a particularly grueling day of school, you were ready to lock yourself in your room and sleep the next 24 hours off. However, Wednesday had a proposition you just couldn’t turn down.

“Do you want to come back to my dorm and stay with me during my writing hour y/n?” She had asked on the way back, you guys walking shoulder to shoulder, but not quite touching.

You stilled for a moment, unsure if you heard her right.

When Wednesday noticed your change in pace, she cleared her throat and started again, “I mean- you do not have to if you want, it was just a suggestion.”

The grin on your face would be considered stupid if you cared for a second how you looked.

“I’d love to Wednesday.”

You knew how important her writing time was, and if she wanted to share that with you, you were more than honored.

You and Wednesday both didn’t speak when you moved from your spot on her bed to a spot beside her desk, just inches away from her legs.

And you didn’t mention anything when she moved her legs slightly to press up against your back.

And you certainly did not say anything when you closed your eyes, and Wednesday thought you were asleep, and softly placed a hand on your head, stroking just a bit as she continued typing away at her novel.

hey y’all.

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #jennaortega #jenna ortega x trader

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sorrowedpickle · 8 months

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Jenna in her flamingo standing era

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x reader #lorraine day x reader #tara carpenter #x reader #vada cavell x reader #jennaortega

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#jenna ortega #celebrities #celebrity #actress #amazing beauty #stunning #gorgeous #hotcelebs #sexycelebs #jennaortega

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xmarziex · 6 months

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》ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴄᴜᴏᴜs《 (+𝟷𝟾)

Lorraine Day x fem!reader

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Song: Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland Summary: R flustering Lorraine leads to her returning the favour. Warnings: top!lorraine, bottom!femreader, smut, reader receiving, choke kink, praise kink?, reasonably bad smut, me being slightly ashamed of myself Requested by: @slvt4lanadelrey Words: 4.6k

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"You want to know something, Church Mouse," You whispered in Lorraine's ear after the filming had concluded, "I have a feeling one of these days, that boom mic is just going to fall right out of your pretty little hands."

Lorraine's cheeks tinted red at the feeling of your warm breath tickling her ear, the feeling of your lips so close sent electrical currents down her spine, leaving the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. "Are you calling me weak, Y/N?" she looked over her shoulder with a small glare, that you couldn't help but smile at, the glare coming off as more adorable than intimidating.

You chuckled as you observed her your eyes always seemingly mesmerised by the very sight of her, "More like small," you pinched your fingers together with a grin.

The brunette rolled her pretty brown eyes at you, her blush deepening ever so slightly as she started putting away the film equipment with a huff, "Don't you got better things to do, that don't include annoying me?"

"Hmmm," you looked up as if in thought for a moment, your finger tapping your chin. A grin returned to your features, your eyes looking directly into Lorraine's brown ones, "Nothing better is coming to my mind right now. So, no."

"Why are you even here?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her words.

You observed her, revelling in how annoyed she seemed to be as you chuckled, "Your little boyfriend RJ," you grinned as her head tilted in confusion at that, "I was the script writer for his little project."

"He's not my boyfriend," she rolled her eyes.

You bit your lip at her words, "Doesn't mean he doesn't want to be," you motioned towards him, and the way his eyes not so subtly looked towards Lorraine every once in a while. "Why did you decide to come anyways, thought this wasn't your scene."

It didn't take an idiot to know exactly what you were referring to, her nickname 'Church Mouse' a target on her very being, only adding to the fact it was most definitely not her scene. She eyed you for a moment, "I could say the same about you," her cheeks tinted a little at the memory of what the film was about, "I didn't know you were into writing adult films."

"You know me, Church Mouse," you grinned, as you leaned closer to whisper in her ear, your fingers trailing gently down the cross-pendant necklace that seemed to adorn her neck, "Always looking for an excuse to hang out with you."

She pushed your face away from her as she shivered at your heated breath against her ear, your fingers automatically letting go of the necklace, "Stop calling me that," she cleared her throat, her cheek painted a deep pink in her blush.

You smirked at her, liking the sight, "What are you going to do about it?"

She didn't respond as she finished packing up the equipment, walking away from you as she did without a single goodbye. You laughed to yourself, liking the fact that you could rile her up. You were surprised to see her walk out without stomping her feet immaturely, maybe chalking it up to her small stature to make you think that way.

You sent RJ a sarcastic wave as he eyed you with narrowed eyes, his eyes never taking themselves off you as you left the room. The front door closed behind you as you stood outside, the wind brushing smoothly against your skin as you closed your eyes.

You couldn't help it, as you imagine her pretty brown eyes, the way they watched the scene as she held the boom mic that was way too big for her. She seemed mesmerised and almost as if she were curious, and maybe she was, but your eyes never left her face during that moment.

It was hard to believe that RJ could ever call her a prude, since she did come on this trip and didn't try to leave when she found out what the film would be about. Sometimes you wondered or even hoped that maybe she came here for you because she knew you would be going. You did after all agree to write the script for this film just because you knew she would be there.

You stayed out for a moment longer, revelling in the feeling of wind blowing against your skin, as your mind filled with images of her. You sighed as you walked back into the house, beginning your mission to look for the girl who was playing on repeat in your mind, a grin taking over your features as you began searching for her, just wanting to fall into the warmth her presence always brought.

It had been the tug on your arm, a pair of small hands pulling you into a random bedroom, back pressing against the door suddenly as soft lips attacked yours with a vengeance. Your eyes were blown wide in shock for only a second, your heart beating incredibly fast in a moment of adrenaline, not quite expecting it. You took notice of Lorraine's small stature almost instantly, not having enough time to take in the fact she was only wearing an oversized blue striped shirt – a striking contrast from the polo shirt and denim jeans she was wearing earlier – before your body relaxed, your eyes closing as you reciprocated the rough kiss.

Her hand reached out clumsily behind you, as she blindly locked the door with a 'click'. Caging you inside between her arms, her hands now lying on either side of you. Your back was pressed roughly to the door, her lips so animalistic against yours, feeling as one of her hands began trailing up your arm in slow motion, leaving burning flames against your skin in their wake. It felt subtle at first, the way they gradually traced up your bicep and towards your throat, before her hands latched onto the back, her body already moulding with yours.

You didn't know where to place your hands, letting Lorraine take the lead as her fingers took to curling into your hair. It felt so gentle, before she roughly tugged on the strands, your head falling back against the door hard as her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, giving it a pull, only to elicit a needy moan from your very lips. The vibration made Lorraine shiver in ecstasy, thoughts of the way she would have you invading her mind, thoughts of the way she would make you fall to her every whim. She wanted you begging for her touch, a whimpering mess that only ever wanted her.

It was so unlike her, you weren't expecting it when you went searching for her, and maybe she knew that. She felt like a seductress in this moment, you could almost believe she had planned this from the way she was dressed in only a shirt. It didn't seem to matter to you whether or not it had been unlike her in the time that she had you pressed against a door, because all your mind could think up was the way you didn't want her to stop and that if this were a dream, you hoped you could remain in this eternal slumber.

A sequence of heavy breaths left you, Lorraine releasing your bottom lip from between her teeth as you both opened your eyes to look at each other, "Is this, okay?" her hand loosened its hold on your hair, allowing you to nod your head frantically at the question with a breathless 'Yes' leaving your lips. She trailed her fingers down your throat, it bobbing as you gulped, her finger making its way towards your collarbone as she gripped the collar of the flannel button-up that you wore, the hem tied in a knot, the piece of clothing accentuating your figure perfectly.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as her own sparkled, the perfect combination of lust and hunger laying within matching yours, hers only hinting at what was to come, both lips yours and hers similarly bruised.

She tugged you with her like a dog on a leash as she walked backwards, pulling you against her body as her lips attached to yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth when she smoothly spun you both halfway. You were walking in reverse now, your mind completely blanked by the pleasure the brown-eyes beauty had you falling into, just from the feel of her lips on yours, her warm skin sending heat down to your very core. You stilled suddenly, the feeling of the back of your knees hitting the side of the bed rooting you to your spot.

You let out a needy whine, your breathing coming out laboured as you missed the heat on your skin when Lorraine seemed to detach herself from you. You felt the force as small hands reached forward and pushed themselves against your chest, your body sinking into the mattress below, your eyes not missing the smirk on Lorraine's face as she stood before you.

The brunette leaned down, her hands dipping into the comforter as she lifted her small frame onto the bed, climbing slowly on top of you. Her hand reached out in its haste, grasping your chin in a vice grip as her beautiful brown eyes bore into yours. "This is how it should be," she whispered huskily, licking her lips, "This is where you should be."

Her breathing stuttered at the whimper that left your lips, "God, Lorraine." Your hands moved under her shirt, gripping Lorraine's hips as she straddled your waist, keeping her bare thighs on either side of you, your fingers caressing the skin beneath her shirt absentmindedly.

"What?" she teased as she tightened her grip on your chin, "No Church Mouse?" she stared into your eyes for a moment before pulling you into a forceful kiss. You didn't have time to fall into the kiss before she was already pulling her lips away from you, pushing you roughly back down as she released her hold on your chin. Her fingers moved sensually down your throat, causing you to gulp as they slowly moved on the top of your flannel. Her hands gripped either side of the fabric in a vice grip, before pulling it harshly apart, the buttons flying off as the shirt ripped open, the sound of buttons hitting the floor the last thing on your mind, your heart banging incredibly fast against your ribcage.

A smirk remained adorned on her luscious lips, her fingers tracing their way down your collarbone until they reached the lace of your bra, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You could see it in her eyes, knowing exactly what she wanted at that moment, lifting your back off where it lay on the bed, helping Lorraine as she pulled the rest of your flannel button-up off your body, the piece of clothing finding itself thrown across the room. Your red lacey bra came next, her hands reaching around you to unlatch it, only fumbling for a moment before it came undone, uncovering your breasts completely as it slid down your arms. She bit her lip, throwing the bra to join the shirt on the floor.

Lorraine pushed you back down, your back sinking into the mattress once again, the grip you had on her hips tightening ever so slightly. You watched in mere anticipation, her hands reaching down to the hem of her oversized shirt, pulling it smoothly off her body, before throwing it to join yours. You gulped, eyes travelling down her body, her voluptuous breasts now just as bare as yours, your eyes trailing down even further towards the yellow panties she wore. You only had a second to stare before you felt a hand on your chin as she harshly raised it so your half-lidded eyes would connect with hers, "Did I give you permission to look, princess?"

You gulped at the nickname, not quite understanding the multitude of feelings that were invading your senses, heat pooling deep within yourself even more at this moment. You were merely frozen in place, your body quivering in excitement from the authoritative tone in her voice. "I'm sorry..." your voice trembled, almost feeling foreign to you, not quite used to being so ready and helpless under another's command, never imagining that you would be so aroused by it.

The brunette's hand remained gripping your chin, trying to gouge your reaction before you felt her release it from her tight grasp. She lifted her hips only slightly, your eyes tracking her every movement as she slowly began crawling down your body, causing you to shudder when her hands trailed down your sides sensually as she went. Her eyes tracked the length of your body, travelling down every feature on display before her hands connected with the waistband of your denim shorts.

She traced her hands along the waistband, feeling your breathing stutter when her finger leisurely undid the button, before slowly pulling down the zipper, dragging out the suspense as if to torture you. "Lift your hips," her voice caused you to shiver, your arousal only increasing by the second, your reaction automatic, as she commanded, your hips lifting, your abdomen flexing as she began pulling the shorts down from your hips. You had sunk back into the mattress when you lowered yourself back down, Lorraine continuing her task of pulling the piece of clothing down your legs, her grip burning on your thighs as they finally came off, being thrown into the ever-growing pile of discarded clothing.

You were a panting mess, Lorraine's hands trailing up your legs. "Please..." you whimpered, her fingers edging closer to your red lacey panties, doing nothing to calm your eternal need, the fabric already pooling with an embarrassing amount of heat.

She bit her lip, not giving into the moan that was begging to leave her lips at your reaction to her control on you. "Please, what?" she trailed her hands on your thighs, an unbearable heat being left in their place as your impending wetness continued to seep through the fabric of your panties.

You moaned at her touch, "Please, Lorraine," you panted not knowing whether from the pain of your unending want, or your need for her to touch you, "I need you."

Her hands left your body, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss of contact making you feel almost cold despite the ever-growing burning heat on your skin. She observed you, the way your body was shaking for her touch, absolutely begging for it, before gripping your chin between her fingers as she moulded her lips with yours. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, tugging at it before she let it go and stared you dead in the eyes, "Get on your hands and knees." You didn't question it, your body working automatically as you were quick in giving her exactly what she wanted, letting her take control of the situation easily. Your hands and knees met the sheets, Lorraine moving up behind you, her mouth reaching close to your ear as she pushed your head into the pillow, "Good girl." It was sultry when it left her lips, a sweet sense of ecstasy sending a shiver down your spine, your breathing shallower at the words that left her mouth.

You whimpered at the contact, her tongue darting out to lick the rim of your ear slowly, before you felt her teeth tug harshly on your earlobe, letting it go almost instantly. You felt her move, her hands trailing down your body, staying on your breasts for a moment longer, her fingers circling the hardened nipples, giving them a slight tug, before trailing her hands further down to the waistband of your red panties.

You were trembling in anticipation, Lorraine leaning down to bite your shoulder as her fingers played with the waistband of the final piece of clothing. You felt the harsh tug, hearing fabric tearing as she ripped the panties clean off your body, a hiss leaving your lips at the sting the elastic created, the now ripped fabric joining the rest of the clothes.

The brunette didn't give you much time to dwell on the slight pain, her hands grasping onto your bare ass, rubbing sensual circles against your cheeks. You felt as one of her hands left it, before striking down hard, a loud smack resounding in the room as her hand connected sharply with your ass. A loud groan left your lips, a moan replacing it when she began rubbing the spot again.

One of her hands slid up to be against your back, pushing down as her other travelled down from your ass, sliding lower towards your centre, a groan leaving both your lips in unison when her fingers finally made contact, "You're so fucking wet for me, princess" she growled, "I bet you fucking love this, don't you?" Her hand slid sensually across your sopping-wet folds, leaving for only a moment as you felt a hard slap to your core when you remained quiet, a loud moan tumbling from your lips, her voice commanding, "Answer me."

"Oh god yes," you groaned, voice shaky, clenching the bed sheets between your fists. You waited in anticipation, a chuckle leaving Lorraine's lips, your eyes squeezing shut when you felt her leaning closer, her breath warm and tingling against your throbbing core.

She pulled her fingers back for a moment, her hand residing on your hip as her tongue began to trail painfully slow across the length of your slit, her tongue pushing against it, as it ran between your folds. You shook, wanting her to keep going, just to bring you the satisfaction you were dying for, your teeth sinking into the pillow below you as you tried your hardest not to scream out.

You felt yourself clench, her teeth gracing your clit for a small moment as she gave it a rough tug. Lorraine hummed in satisfaction as she pulled her face back, "You taste so fucking good," she moaned. You tensed at the feeling of her hand trailing leisurely up your thigh, her finger making contact with your core, forcing you to twitch in need. A gasp left your lips, your teeth pulling away from the pillow when you could no longer keep it in. You gave an involuntary shiver at her touch, gasping out against the pillow when you felt her tease a finger inside, before slipping it in, following it up with a second. Your walls clenched around them almost automatically, a muffled moan releasing from your lips as you tried your hardest to remain quiet.

She wasn't the Church Mouse you remembered at this moment, a feeling that she would be gentle during these moments was thrown out the window as soon as you felt her push in roughly, reaching as deep as she could possibly go, before beginning to pump her fingers. But you had felt it gentle at first, her fingers slathering onto your slickness easily, her movement impossibly slick, until she started moving more harshly.

Lorraine's hand on your back seemed to push down more, her fingers not stopping their movements for even a moment, not leaving you time to think as they moved unbelievably fast, the muffled moans being lost inside the pillow your teeth had found themselves latched back onto.

You felt her move, her fingers not stopping their excessive pumps as she leaned down, her tongue trailing slowly up your spine. You couldn't focus on anything, the overload of sensations blanking your mind, your lips releasing an excessively loud moan when you felt her teeth sink into your shoulder for the second time, in the exact same spot.

Her breasts closed in against your back, her hard nipples feeling incredibly hot against your skin. You felt her lips against your ear, her pumps not stopping for even a moment as the hand on your back left. You didn't know what was going to happen, you had never been in this situation before. Her hand closing around your throat was the last thing you had expected, your teeth relinquishing their hold on the pillow as she used her hold on your throat as leverage to pull you up off the bed and against her chest.

You could hear the slick sounds as she pumped, a third finger easily joining the two already inside you as she moved against your soaked walls, her fingers curling while she pulled you deeper against her chest. You were so close, your walls twitching against her fingers, her teeth grazing your ear, "Don't cum until I tell you to," she husked, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned. "Do you understand me, princess?"

You nod your head frantically, before feeling her squeeze your neck for an actual answer, "Yes—" you choked out, a panting mess as you tried to hold in your desire to have your release, her finger continuing their relentless pumps.

You clenched your eyes shut, feeling yourself creeping closer to the edge, your wall clenching around her fingers hard as you tried to hold back, her fingers hitting all the right places. You knew she was torturing you as her teeth continued to graze and lick your earlobe, curses leaving your lips as she continued her unbearable assault.

"Please..." you begged, not being able to hold back as you remained on the edge of your release.

"What do you want, princess?" she growled out against your ear. "Tell me."

You panted, "Fuck," Lorraine pumped harder as you tried to speak, "Please, I'm—" she smirked, "I need to cum." You gasped.

Lorraine was silent for a moment, biting down on your earlobe as she continued her assault, her fingers slick with your liquids. You felt her breath on your ear, her groans sending a vibration through your body. "Fuck, princess," her voice trembled. She pulled you up a bit more from her hold on your throat, "Cum for me." She squeezed.

You didn't wait another moment, your body twitching and shuddering, your voice turning raw from your release. It felt so intense as your walls clenched incredibly tight on her fingers, your body shaking against her chest. Your eyes were sewn shut as they rolled into the back of your head, your breathing becoming laboured. Lorraine didn't stop her pumps as she pulled you through your intense orgasm, only stilling when she knew it was over, as she placed her lips against your shoulder.

She carefully slipped her fingers out of you but kept a hold of your throat for a bit longer as she brought her fingers up to your lips, "Suck." You didn't hesitate, even though your energy drained from your body, your tongue trailing up her fingers before your lips closed around them, moaning as you tasted your liquids, swirling your tongue around them seductively as you cleaned them off.

Lorraine pulled them away for a moment, pulling you closer as she connected her lips with yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth. She moaned at the taste of you on your tongue, before pulling away and unlatching her hand from your throat, your head finding its home on the pillow below you. You felt the kink in your knees, having been in the same position for far too long, as Lorraine gently moved you, so you weren't on your knees anymore, your legs splayed out in comfort. She massaged the back slowly, before laying down next to you, her eyes locking onto your closed ones, her hands reaching out to move your sweaty hair out of your face.

You took a moment to catch your breath, before opening your eyes and looking into her brown ones, breathing still laboured. "RJ was wrong about you," you chuckled breathlessly, "You are most definitely not a prude."

Lorraine shook her head with a roll of her eyes and a teasing smile, "Thought you said you didn't think I was to begin with."

You grinned, "I didn't," your eyes trailed her body, "This just proved my theory."

"And what theory was that?" she raised an eyebrow.

You bit your lip, "That it's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest in the sheets."

She pushed your face back, a laugh leaving your lips as she did, "I didn't see you complaining."

"I most definitely wasn't," you smiled suggestively, watching as she rolled her eyes, her dimples breaking free as she grinned at you in return, your fingers reaching out absentmindedly to poke one. "I guess I can't call you Church Mouse anymore, can I?"

"I sure hope not," she stroked your hair gently before her hand slid to your cheek, her thumb running circles as you fell into the comforting warmth her skin gave you. "I hate that nickname." Her eyes were still half-lidded, "How much time do we have before the shoot?"

You thought for a moment, "About an hour give or take."

A smirk overtook Lorraine's features, one that had your once-tired body waking up in arousal. "I guess it's my turn, princess." She leaned closer to whisper in your ear. You followed her lead as she lay on her back, leading you in between her thighs as she commanded you to crawl between them, her finger on your chin, forcing you to look up at her. "You're such a good girl."

You shivered, allowing her to command your every action, moaning as you took her yellow panties off before tasting her sweet nectar. Your arousal only increased from the fingers that seemed to tug on your hair, your body completely falling completely to her every whim.

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Bonus:

You opened your eyes as the banging on the door invaded your senses, having a feeling that it could potentially be knocked off its hinges by the excessive knocks.

"Are you two done in there?" Bobby's voice filtered muffled through the door, "We have a film to shoot."

You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you nudged Lorraine awake to get dressed. You both were hasty, you sending Lorraine a look when you remembered your panties were ripped and the buttons on your flannel gone, only to receive a sheepish look in return as you were forced to go commando, having to tie your flannel shirt up tighter.

As you unlocked the door, pulling Lorraine by the hand, out of the room, you were met with Bobby who gave you both a smirk, "Are you both sure you weren't shooting your own porno?" she laughed, "Because that was some loud noises you both were making."

Lorraine blushed at that, a complete contrast to the commanding woman she was when the door was locked. This only made you pull her closer as you gave RJ a smirk as you saw him glare at you, "Oh we definitely were," you chuckled, "Search it up in stores tomorrow morning." You gave a wink.

The brunette was a blushing mess at this point, as you pulled her along with you, laughter following you the whole way to your destination. You knew you'd probably regret it later when the doors finally lock again, but in all honesty, you were looking forward to it. Wanting nothing more than for when the brunette would take control of you again.

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Jamie Speaks:

Ummm.... Hahahahaha

I apologise.

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slvt4lanadelrey · 11 months

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Looking for the pretty firefighter | Tara Carpenter

Part One | Pretty Firefighter

Warnings: swearing, jealous Tara, mention of sex

Part one | The pretty firefighter

Part Three

Tara groaned, her head leaning into her open palm. She was sat in her lecture, English literature was extremely boring, especially when her mind was far too consumed with the memory of you.

It had been a few days since she met you, since she kissed you, since she was cursed with the plagueful memories of your laughter.

"Miss Carpenter, am I boring you?" The older man asked, slapping his hand onto her desk. The man was short, almost as short as Tara. He had thinning hair, the only remaining hair on his chin.

"Uh. No sir, I was just- just thinking about Romeo and Juliette." Tara lied through her teeth, smiling sweetly at the man. His face was scrunched in a scowl, his face softened at the confession.

"Oh. What's your views on the love story, dear?" He asked, returning back to the front of the class. Tara sighed, knowing full well she didn't have an option on the 'love' story.

"I just don't think it'd an actual love story. I mean, it's hard- maybe even impossible to fall in love with someone in only a few days, also Juliette was only a kid, isn't that legally and mortally wrong?" The class roared with their own opinions, debating whether Tara's views were right or wrong. The teacher was happy to engage with such a passionate topic, thanking Tara before she left.

Tara walked through the dining hall, Mindy's shoulder nudging into hers.

"You know that party we went to?" Mindy started, her face full of an unknown feeling. She clenched her fingers around her backpack strings, swaying on her feet.

"Well, that girl I hooked up with Anika. She's in my eco class, she gave me her number." Mindy's eyes flashed, practically jumping on her feet.

"Wait. That pretty firefighter is Anika's-" Tara didn't get the chance to finish, Mindy pushed her finger onto her lips.

"I already asked Anika, she said that the girl you hooked up with wants you to find her, something like that" Tara was left with a gap in her mouth, she stared wide eyes at Mindy.

"Seriously? I can't even remember her name!" Tara whined, sliding into the open chair next to Chad.

"Dont be sad, Tara. Her names Y/N." Chad chirped in, plopping the final spoon of yogurt into his mouth. Mindy giggled at how Tara's face lit up, exitment already laced within her features.

"Do you know her number too?" Tara asked with hope, she bit her bottom lip. Chad glanced at Mindy who shook her hair immediately.

"Sorry, Tara, Mindy has spoken." Chad was a little scared of Mindy so he was very much quick to stop talking the second Mindy asked.

"I cant believe you guys, I'm literally in love and you won't even give me her number." The whole group stopped, staring through the notes from their previous lesson. Tara blinked, then laughed awkwardly.

"I'm not in love with her. I just want to kiss her again." Tara mumbled through a breathless sigh, her eyes dropped to the floor.

"Fine.-" mindy slapped her hands together, standing infront of Tara. Mindy pressed her hands onto Tara's shoulders; shaking them slightly before leaning forward.

"Y/N has Art right now, In room 206." Mindy blinked.

Tara was already gone, her backpack tightly tugged over her shoulder, sprinting through the halls.

Her hand tugged open the door to the room Mindy told her you was currently in. To her great horror, the room was in full silence; nothing but the faint sound of paint brushing Into canvases.

"Hello?" The women asked, slamming her hand into her desk. The older ginger women with thick glasses stared at Tara with flaming eyes, glaring through her annoyance.

"Y/N needs to come with me right away, it's an emergency." You looked up at the sudden call out of your name, hair brushed into your face when your head whipped to the side. Tara was standing like a deer at headlights, eyes wide with agap mouth.

You chuckled, knowing Tara had just ran to you; literally.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Leah, I think I need to go." Your bag slugged over your shoulder, brushing through your classmates and leaving the room with a small click of the door.

"Hey, Tara." You smiled at her, acting like the two of you weren't strangers. Tara sighed, revelling at the sound of your sweet and soft voice.

"Your number." Tara all but begged, her hand holding out. She knew you wanted to know her too, so she wasn't about to waste her time beating around the bush.

"How romantic of you-" your snarky reply didn't go over Tara's head, she bit her lip before speaking again.

"Y/N. My heart has been gaping, seeping in pure agony each moment I have spent with the lack of your presence. I honesly think if I don't have the ability to get to know you better, to understand you on a more intimate level I don't think my heart will be able to take the pain, the torturous thoughts that riddle my mind whenever you are not near."

You sighed, writing down on your piece of paper. You wrote down your number, handing it to Tara with a tight smile.

"There, miss Romantic. My favourite flower's are dahlias, and I don't like chocolate." You kissed her cheek, giggling before taking off.

"Im taking you out tonight!" Tara shouted through the empty halls, smiling when your body stopped. You turned on your heel, staring at her with a daring smirk.

"I already have a date. Surprising how quick people act when they actually want to see you." Tara's mouth dropped, a snarl leaving her lips the second your body left her eyeshot.

She hit the near by wall, cursing the way you swayed your hips.

You knew damn well that Tara wanted to find you. The day after your hook-up, Tara had asked everyone in all her lessons if they knew you. Most of them didn't, the odd couple did but didn't say anything to the pleading brunette. You and Anika watched with amusement at how much trouble Tara brought, all in order to find you.

"Did you just punch a wall?" Mindy asked from behind Tara, watching with a worried face at how Tara was in such a sour mood suddenly.

"Fuck off."

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i’ll be there // Ch. 1(?)

sam carpenter x fem!reader - masterlist

Samantha Carpenter struggles with her new life in NYC, not having much of a purpose other than to be the protector of her friends and family, and to attend therapy for feeling like an absolute psychopath and having the whole word view her as such. With all of her vices, will Sam be able to open her heart and let someone in?

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!! not proof-read, will edit. english isnt my first language haha

Sam had hoped moving to New York in an attempt to escape the trauma Woodsburo had brought, and so Tara and her friends could pursue their education would have lessened the constant paranoia and hateful looks she received, but if anything it only worsened.

News of the Woodsburo murders, and of Samantha Carpenter’s relations to the infamous Billy Loomis had spread all throughout the country, including stories of how the proclaimed “final girl” was the reason for the murders in the first place, and how she must carry the evil spirit of her father. Despite the constant speculation and sick rumors, Sam didn’t let any of it affect her.. atleast not publicly.

Afterall, the older Carpenter was preoccupied with keeping her younger sister, Tara safe, Something Tara personally hated. She understood Sams intentions, especially given the horrors they went through together back home, but all she wanted was freedom from all of this mess, and stubborn as ever, Tara would pull away from her sisters grasps whenever she could.

This once again led to Sam standing against the wall of some fraternity party swigging a bottle. Her eyes scanning the crowds of drunk college kids making sure Tara, aswell as her friends, Mindy, Chad, and Anika, weren’t making any stupid decisions. She’s incredibly focused, and any normal person would see her scowl and defensive stance and make the smart decision to back away. It’s what Sam expects, not opposed in the slightest as shes never been much of a social person. Thus, when she catches glimpse of a figure slip around her out of the corner of her eye, she startles, nearly dropping her drink.

Sam stands tall at around 5’9, so she barely notices when a shorter figure appears right beside her, looking up at her with a piercing gaze.

She looks down at the petite woman next to her. Normally, she wouldnt pay this person any mind, especially one this short and unthreatening looking, But she still stares, wondering how she even got there. she crosses her arms over her chest and takes a drink from her own bottle

“Watch where youre going”

Sam mutters, looking back up

The woman’s eyes narrow, but she masks a sly playful expression, contrasting sams gruff scowl.

“Why assume i didnt mean to come over here?”

Sam assumes this is just another person who had seen her on the news, eyeing her up and down, trying not to roll her eyes. This girl couldnt be the killer, but considering her size she seems too small to do any real damage. Sam grumbles.

“Why are you lookin at me?”

The other girl shrugs, leaning against the wall next to Sam and sipping on her own drink.

“Didn’t know it was illegal to stare at people scowling in a corner at a frat party”

Sam rolls her eyes

“Its not, i just don’t understand what you want from me”

The other girl shrugs again, speaking in a nonchalant tone

“To get to know you, you seem interesting”

Frowning little and tilting her head, Sams curiosity is getting the better of her, but not to the point shes gonna go and trust this girl and spill her darkest secrets. Shes always on edge, so even a slight tone change makes her suspicious. so she tries to keep her rough tone, but its not working.

“What about me?”

“i dont know.. why dont you tell me?”

The woman whispers, leaning against the wall next to sam, who is desperately trying to keep watching her friends and tara, but failing and getting distracted.

Sam eyes the short girl and swishes the alcohol in her bottle, suspicion spiking now and though she is trying not to, she is failing at trying to continue her grumpy attitude. Shes got her hand wrapped around the pepper spray on her keychain, just incase this girl tries anything, but she just stares, wondering why she even cares.

“I dont know? im.. just me”

The woman smiles shyly, shrugging

“thats oka-“

Before she finishes her sentence, some drunk guys rush past, pushing sam and her possible new friend aside roughly, Sam nearly drops her drink, and y/n is pushed right against sam. The taller woman groans in annoyance at the sudden impact, when she gets herself back together, she realizes the other stands fitting right under sams arm against her, seeming startled.

Sam hisses and looks down, noticing the woman stands right underneath her arm. if anything, shes startled as well. She cant help it though and her arms and hands instinctively wrap around y/n’s waist as she keeps her in place as well as protecting her from the crowd. Shes never protected someone before, other than her younger sister, but it was her instinct to grab this stranger by her waist. Sam doesnt know how she let this happen, but now this girl is pressed right up against her, and shes surprised that she didnt push her away yet. Normally she wouldnt be okay with someone touching her and would distance herself, but even though she seems annoyed and disgruntled, she doesnt move away. Instead Sam just keeps her arm around this girl, the pepper spray key chain hanging down as her hand rests on the shorter womans back. Shes a lot closer to her than she had anticipated.

The girls eyes widen slightly and she lets out a soft “oh-“ when sam grabs her to keep her standing. y/n sees the pepperspray out of the corner of her eye but seems not to react, instead getting distracted by sams toned biceps and overall upper body, a faint blush creeping onto her face. Sam is immediately confused with herself and gets the instinct to back away. sam didnt come here to make friends, shes here to watch and protect Tara and her existing friends.

She seems to snap out of her instincts and realized she held the girl a bit longer than she should have. She tries not to stare too hard at the smaller woman, though her curiosity and intrigue continues to grow. she doesnt push the girl away and looks away as she puts one hand on her drink and looks off to the side, clearing her throat

“you alright?”

Sam asks with a gentle voice she didnt expect to come out of her. shes usually loud, and rude, shes surprised by the softness to her tone.

“y-yeah..”

y/n mumbles, still blushing as she watches sams hand slowly leave her waist.

“thank you..”

Sam raises an eyebrow at y/n. She didnt know if she was actually okay, but shes not gonna ask again, Keeping one hand on her drink as she crosses her arms over her chest again. Shes still watching y/n, though in the corner of her eye, as shes back to keeping a close watch on her Tara, among other friends she’s looking out for.

“hm. youre welcome.”

“whats your name?”

y/n blurts out suddenly, unsure of a better time to ask

Sam looks back at the girl and narrows her eyes into slight suspicion again. She never really liked giving out her info, especially during this era. But.. for some reason she caves, shrugging and then leaning back against the wall.

“Sam. Your name?”

“y/n”

She responds, leaning against the wall next to sam, having to look up to talk to her

“Hi Sam..”

Sam just lets out a short hum as a response. Its unusual for sam to feel this way around someone, not so on edge as she usually is.

She just keeps a close eye on everything around her, mainly Tara and co, but y/n was slightly distracting.

y/n tilts her head, the playful glint returning to her hazel eyes

“What, am I not interesting enough for you to look at?”

Sam looks at y/n, raiseing an eyebrow with a flat look.

“I was watching everything, and youre included. So yes. youre interesting enough”

She just takes a sip from her drink, trying to keep her tone even.

“You seem distracted”

Sam mumbles something in response but y/n doesnt catch it, squinting at the tall girl instead.

“Okay.. so what are you doing here if you dont like parties? No ones forcing you to be here you know.. you dont seem like a party person.”

“..yeah. I have to watch my friends and sister.”

she takes another sip of her drink, not taking her eyes off the crowd as she does so.

y/n tilts her head

“You have to babysit your adult friends and sister?”

Sam just scoffs and rolls her eyes, her tone going back to being harsh. She never liked the “babysitter” word that some people like to use when talking about her. She crosses her arms over her chest again.

“If youre calling this babysitting, then yes i have to babysit my “adult friends” and sister.”

“Why?”

Sam scoffs again, her tone becoming harsher when y/n doesn’t even know the answer and has probably never been in her situation.

“Because they need me. Because someone in this world is always out to kill them.”

Sam eyes the shorter woman again, then glances back to the crowd. She doesn’t even know why she’s explaining this to a stranger.

“Oh.”

It clicks in y/n’s head that the taller woman is refferring to the recent ghostface killings. She had heard of them all over, and how they were starting to pop up around NYC.

Sam is surprised when it clicks for her. Usually people ask, “what do you mean someone’s out to kill them?” or “why do they need you?” or “you can’t be serious” but y/n didnt. She just put the pieces together. and sam didn’t know what to say further. She takes another sip from her drink as she glances around the party, now a bit more anxious

y/n looks somber when the killings are mentioned, an expression Sam barely notices

“What about your own enjoyment?”

The paranoid woman’s stomach drops at the mention of her own enjoyment. She actually hasn’t had any.. in a while. For a long time. Shes always on duty. Always keeping an eye on things and everyone else. she didn’t even think she deserved any own enjoyment. Sam was doing this for everyone else, not herself. She shakes her head and takes another sip from her drink, her tone a bit harsh

“im more concerned about their lives than my enioyment”

“mm..”

y/n’s change of voice is hard to hide as she says something that catches sam off guard entirely.

“You’re a really good person.. the kind people should appreciate more”

Samantha is taken back when she hears the compliment, and she stays silent for a moment. She didnt think she was a good person. She didnt think she was anything. Sam just shook her head, not knowing what to say. She was Billy Loomis’ daughter..

“no im not-“

She quickly argues. it wasnt true. she just did what she had to do, she had to protect. there was nothing else to it. Sam took another sip from her drink, hoping y/n would just move on, because she didnt want to talk about it

“hush”

The other woman cuts her off, glancing up at her and takes a sip of her own drink. Sam can see that her eyes seem to be slightly moist*

“youre perfect”

y/n whispers, barely able to be heard under the loud party music.

Sams eyes widen again. Her heart rate speeds up just from y/n calling her perfect. this isnt right. Sam wasnt perfect. she killed someone. Sam feels all her walls just break down at this point, which is incredibly out of character for her.

“im- im not perfect-“

Sam whispers, almost like a whimper. her harshness fades away and her gentle look comes in place as she stares down at y/n.

Sam blinks in complete shock. Was this girl about to cry? and why was she telling Sam she was perfect? therapy tall woman doesnt know what to do with this comment, and her cheeks had heated up a bit. Sam was about to speak when she notices those little tears in y/n’s eyes and stops herself. She cant say what she was about to say. she just watches her.

y/n smiles faintly, clearing her thoat

“i-i should go.. and leave you to your babysitting.”

Sam watches her, eyes soft as she sees her smile. She was hoping she didnt hear that right, but she couldnt get herself to stop her. Sam was about to speak again, but the harshness in her voice was completely gone. there was no more scowl, and she was just being soft like y/n was. As the short woman begins to walk away though, Sam stops her and grabs her hand. Startled, her head darts around and she looks up at Sam, a tear already threatening to fall.

..!

Sam freezes for a second, then realizes that she just grabbed y/n’s hand and is still holding onto her hand. In this moment, her mind is racing. She wants to say something but cant. She wants to ask something but feels this is just wrong. Sam watches as the tear runs down her cheek. She sees it and freezes. She cant help but feel guilty for making this girl almost cry. Normally, Sam would have let her go, and let the girl cry without even a care, but.. this was different. There was an urge to comfort her. So sam just takes a little step closer and gently grabs the girls chin, tilting her head up to look at her, all care about Tara and ghostface vanished.

“dont..”

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