#carol denning

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐲 - 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 18+, ᴛᴏᴘ! ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ, ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ, ʙᴀᴅɪꜱᴏɴ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: lizzieolsenswhore (from wattpad)

ᴀ/ɴ: ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴜɴ!

"Murphy! Pack your things your moving to C-block!" Hellman shouted my eyes widened in shock and I turned and saw one of my best friends Daya looking back at me with the same expression.

"W- what for?!" I asked alarmed he just said nothing and stood at the gate with his arms crossed I sighed and got up from the table and walked towards me and Barbra's shared cell.

I felt Barbra's gaze on me as I started packing my things "and just where are you goin?" She asked putting down a small box of coke she was snorting.

"I'm leaving" I muttered and she quickly shot up a look of disbelief.

"Like hell you are" she snorted and stood up.

I mean me moving to C- block wouldn't have been so bad because to be honest I felt like Barbra was only using me because I used to be a drug seller my business was spreading through about ten states before I was finally caught.

I had feelings for the older women for a while bit she made it bluntly obvious that she was straight unlike her four eyed sister Carol.

See she was the reason why I was scared to move to C-block because I'f Barbra was bad Carol was extremely worse the true definition of a sociopath and has been trying to kill her older sister for the past 30 years.

And sense I was one of her right hands Carol knew exactly who I was.

I had only saw her about three times when I was working the janitor job and had to go into C-block with other inmates to clean but aside from her scary demeanor she was gorgeous.

"I can't do anything about it Barb" I stated packing the rest of my things she said nothing else and sighed.

I nervously looked down at my feet but gasped a little when I felt arms wrap around my small frame "stay safe l/n" she said in a firm but soft tone I smiled and hugged her back.

"I will" I said and exited the cell I heard some people say goodbye and I waved to them back before I heard the gates open and I was escorted out will hellman.

I felt eyes burning into me as I entered C-block I never liked being the center of attention and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Alrighy Murphy your in Cell 1-03 good luck" he stated with a smirk before walking off.

"Well, well, well look who we have here!" I sighed when I heard that familiar Boston accent I turned and saw my older cousin Madison walking towards me with her girls trailing behind her.

Me and Madison never had the best relationship she had horrible anger issues and always tried to beat me up and play pranks on me everytime I visited just because she got bullied at school.

But I had always been stronger than her despite me being pretty small and it always ended with me beating her ass and her throwing another tantrum she was always a huge baby.

"If it isn't my cutie little cousin" she chuckled and her girls followed.

I rolled my eyes and placed my stuff down "Madison" I stated crossing my arms.

"That's Badison to you" she grunted with a sarcastic smile.

"Ok then don't call me your cousin cause it's embarrassing being related to you fartison" I said knowing how much that nickname hurt her back then heard one of her girls snicker silently but one look from Madison shut her up real quick.

I grabbed my stuff and walked forward unaware of Madison sticking her foot out to trip me I stumbled forward but quickly caught myself and ended up doing a front flip back onto my two legs.

Some people gasped and I fixed my clothes before giving my cousin a glare "5 years later and I still outsmart you with that move grow up Madison" I said and walked off.

I looked to my right and saw Carol looking at me with a sharp gaze but I caught an ounce of curiosity in it as well I quickly looked away and walked towards my designated cell.

When I got inside I saw that the bottom bunk was occupied so I put my stuff on the top one.

"Murphy huh?" I turned around and tensed up seeing Carol leaning against the door with a smirk.

"Yeah and not proud of it" I stated changing out of my beige clothes and into the dark blue uniform not even caring about the fact I'm being watched.

"So you must be the little toy who was always running behind my sister" she said walking closer to me and I backed up a little.

"Wouldn't say that more of a tough toy" I said grunting a little when my back met the wall she put her hands on either side of my head and leaned closer to my face to the point I could smell her candied breathe.

"Well now your in my block and the way I see it you have two choices join me and live or you don't so what's it gonna be princess?" she asked.

"Fine" I said and she smirked backing up from me and walking out of the the cell like nothing happened.

After that day I started working for Carol I felt pretty guilty doing it tho since I was loyal to Barb for so long and my feelings for her still hasn't faded.

But at the same time me and Carol started to get closer and I started to form feelings for her Madison started to get jealous since I was basically taking her place and it was quite amusing to say the least.

The longer I worked the Carol the more my feelings for her grew and aside from the slight flirting we do I didn't think she got the message or the idea that I had a crush on her.

"Hey Carol" I asked looking up from my magazine and she did the same.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Have you ever been in love before?" I asked she raised an eyebrow before letting out a snicker.

"Hell no love is bullshit" I felt relived that she didn't like anyone else but upset that she thought that way about it.

"Bull-true" I said back and she gave me a suprised look before rolling her eyes.

"You've been around me too much" she muttered under her breathe and I chuckled.

"But seriously love isn't bullshit it's a wonderful thing to feel the best thing to feel" I said and she gave me a puzzled gaze.

"Why are you even talking about this I mean other than the fact that you had a little sexual crush on my crack head sister who mind you is straighter than a zipline" she said putting her magazine down.

"Ok one I don't like her any more I like someone else-"

"Oh do you now?" She asked.

I felt my face heat up a little and I nodded "as a matter of fact I do" I said.

"Well then who is it doll?"

I looked into her striking blue eyes that were waiting for an answer and I took a deep breathe.

'Now or never' I thought and I leaned forward cupping both of her cheeks and pressing my lips against hers.

I felt kinda scared when she didn't kiss back but it vanished when she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me onto her lap.

I wrapped my hands in her hair making sure to not mess it up.

Within seconds she was ontop of me with a smug look.

"You just dug a deep whole for yourself sweet cake" she cooed darkly and yanked my prison pants down in one swipe I yelped silently but felt myself getting more turned on my by the roughness.

Carol started leading kisses down my body and spreading my legs exposing my wet area she growled lowly and pressed her knee up against my sensitive area.

I moaned softly when she started moving her knee in circles and tried moving my hips with her but she gripped my waist with an iron grip and slammed my hips onto the rough material.

"Don't fucking move" she sneered and removed her knee.

She leaned down and gave my thighs kisses and love bites I whimpered and took off my shirt and bra.

I started fondling my breasts giving my upper body some attention Carol saw what I was doing and stopped to lean back up and attach her lips to mine again.

I licked her upper lip asking for entrance and she opened her mouth allowing me to slip my tounge inside of her mouth.

She leaned her hand down and squeezed my ass roughly while using her other hand to rub me through my panties I moaned under my breathe and grinded my hips into her hand.

"Please Carol" I pleaded she pulled away and gave me a look that sent shivers down my spine.

She gripped my jaw and made me look into her eyes "beg tell me you want it" she said.

"Please please Carol make me yours i"ll do whatever you want just please" she growled and yanked my panties down.

"Whatever you want princess" she snarled.

She placed my legs on her shoulders and went down giving my clit a long lick I squealed at the sudden action but it slowly vanished when she started going down on me.

"Oh my god" I moaned gripped the railing of the bunk bed I felt her smirk against me and plunge her tounge deeper inside of me.

"Fuck!" I cried out she gripped my thighs tightly running her hands down my smooth skin.

After several blessed minutes I felt my stomach tightening as my moans got louder my climax getting closer.

Carol leaned back up and stuck two fingers into me moving them at a rough pace I cried out.

"You wanna cum princess?"

"Yes, yes!" I whined feeling my climax getting closer.

"Then cum" she whispered into my ear and curled her fingers hitting my g-spot my eyes rolled in the back of my head as my arousal covered her fingers.

She helped me ride out my high before slowly removing her fingers and I whined from the sudden loss.

"So who do you like again?" She asked wiping my juices off.

I gave her a look and she chuckled under her breathe and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"You keep playin your cards right and I might just let you take Badison's place fully" she said and got up to grab a lollipop.

I smiled and tucked myself into the covers maybe I could show Carol how to love I'f I play my cards right.

#carol denning #carol smut #carol denning x reader #young carol #angst #lesbian #fluff #lgbtq #music #black female reader #ashley jordyn #hennyrussell #oitnb #carol denning imagine #carol denning imagines #older carol denning #younger carol denning

[warningsine]

♪ The animals, the animals trapped, trapped, trapped 'til the cage is full ♪

#oitnbedit #orange is the new black #orangeisthenewblackedit #poussey washington #tiffany doggett #tricia miller #Maureen Kukudio #tasha jefferson #sophia burset #rosa cisneros #Yvonne Parker #Carol Denning #Barbara Denning #Dominga Duarte #dayanara diaz #aleida diaz #a friend accidentally spoiled me about pennsatucky's death bc he thought i had finished the series so ofc i was like 'i might as well #further spoil myself with all the deaths' #i care more for suzanne's state than kukudio's death but still. they killed her off? didn't think her injuries were THAT severe damn. #pennsatucky's death and danielle brooks's acting messed me up again. as if poussey wasn't enough? 😭😭😭tiffany getting so much #development and suffering so much. does boo even learn about her overdose? 😭 #i know i included sophia even though she survives but oof i was so scared they were gonna kill her off for sociopolitical commentary #(was tempted to include brook for similar reasons) #not only she survives but she gets out and reunites with her family just like gloria 😭😭😭 i'm so relieved #and nicky survives too (i used to think she was gonna overdose) but at what cost? #losing everything she'd been craving since day 1: a family and a wife/bff #living with the guilt of f cking over her mother (S6) and losing not one bff/love (lorna) but two (one of whom is going to get murdered 😭) #it is sweet to see her becoming the new red but um since when does nicky know how to cook? #tasha getting a life sentence 😭😭😭 #i suppose daya's last scene is open to interpretation. i think that the guards would stop aleida in time.

[simpingforthemm]

" when I call the shots you call me mommy "

mommy issues - cloudy june

#orange is the new black #carmen aziza #oitnb #oitnb imagine #oitnb x reader #orange is the new gay #orange is the new black ouija #ouija x reader #orange is the new black x reader #wlw #orange is the new black wlw #lesbian #Netflix #orange is the new black collage #lgbtq #carol denning #carol denning x reader #alex vause x reader #carmen aziza x reader #carmen aziza oitnb #oitnb ouija x reader

[niromeva]

AU. you wouldn't get it

#orange is the new black #oitnb #carol denning #young carol denning #artesian mccullough

[denningsjawbreaker]

IS THERE ANY CAROL DENNING STANS IN 2023 OMG I FEEL LIKE SHITS DEAD

#carol denning imagine #little debbie murderers #carol denning x reader #orange is the new black imagine #carol denning

[macaroni676]

Like pls im begging for fics pls

#carol denning #Carol denning fanfic #oitnbfanfic #oitnb #oitnbedit #orange is the new black #wlw #wlw fanfic #wlw post #lesbian #lesbian fanfic #lesbian edit #queer #fanfic #fanfic writers #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic

[cherrycakeette]

cutie pie

#coquette #dollette #pinkcore #girlblog ♡ #girlblogging #orange is the new black #frieda berlin #carol denning #oitnb

[vixensofsorrow]

She was the baddest… she was the realest

#oitnb #carol denning #frieda berlin #orange is the new black #for real #I just rewatched the S5E2 and Frieda truly the baddest bitch ever #my favorite lesbins #lesbians* #I should write Frieda x carol toxic yuri #WAIT IM WATCHING THE EP AS IM TYPING THIS HOLY SHIT I FORGOT FRIEDA HAD THE UNDERGROUND BUNKER?!

[twenty-thirty-two]

Under the Moonlight 

Carol Denning x female!reader

warnings: some swearing, hint of abuse, Carol has anger issues, what’s new? thunderstorms

a/n: okay I’m looking back at this now and I see how it’s weirdly formatted and I have no idea why?? I’ll go back and fix it but enjoy!

Please understand that because I am 18+, I do not want minors on my page or reading my work

I do not consent to my work being reposted on other sites, translated, or copied

“Just leave! I can’t even look at you right now!” You screamed at your boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend.

You just found out that he had been cheating on you for a little over a month now. The girl he was cheating with had the decency to tell you after she had found out.

Slamming the door, you didn’t even wait for him to walk away. You leaned against the wooden frame and let the threatening tears roll down your face, a myriad of emotion washing over you.

Wiping the streak of tears from your face, you walked to your room and began to stuff everything he ever gave you into a beaten up box, determined to rid yourself of the man you once loved.

Once you finished, you realized that you needed to get out of the house, you needed some sort of distraction and only one came to mind: Carol Denning, your best friend.

Her parents were on a trip with Debbie for a gymnastics meet, so it was just her and Barb. You knew that Carol worked on Friday afternoons, so you quickly dressed and headed down to Domingo’s. The gloominess of the world around you only added to your disconsolate mood. 

At the horrid sound of the bell, Carol wiped off the tired look on her face and plastered on a fake smile. Once she saw you, the plastic smile turned into pure concern, seeing the teary-eyed look on your face was more than enough to get her to drop whatever she was doing at the time.

“Y/N/N? What’re you doin’ here? What’s wrong? C’mere.” With her gentle tone and open arms, you couldn’t hold back the tears even if you tried. She ushered you to the back, in a side-way embrace.

She managed to get you to sit down, and through your fit of sobs, she was barely able to make out ‘He cheated on me, Care’. Whether it was her already established hatred for your ex or the heartbreaking sight in front of her, anger boiled deep inside of her. Fuming was probably the best word to describe how Carol was feeling. Being deep in thought, she didn’t notice the girl in front of her leaping across to hug her until she felt the tightening of your arms around her, all Carol could do in that moment was rub small, comforting circles on your back. 

“Shit, ‘m sorry, he didn’t deserve you, I could kill the sorry son of a bitch. You say the word.” You wiped away some stray tears with the sleeve of your Carol’s cardigan and let out a small laugh. 

“I can’t afford you getting arrested, I need you.”

I need you

That phrase rings in Carol’s ears, heart skipping several beats. 

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” You begin to protest but Carol was having none of it. She grabbed her things from her locker and walked out with you in tow.

“Are your parents still away?” You nod as you turn the key to let the two of you in. Your parents have been away on some medical conference in New York for the past week, leaving just you in the apartment. The gloomy sky was still very much present, if not worse than earlier. Faint rumbling fell on deaf ears, alerting anyone and everyone that a storm was on its way.

“Worst part is that the heat went out in the apartment and the landlord is working as slow as possible to get it fixed and I can’t do jack shit.” The creaky door to the apartment allows entrance into what you consider your own personal igloo.

“Shit, it’s cold in here, you can’t possibly stay here!” Carol says, crossing her arms to preserve body heat. She offers to let you stay with her while the heat returns, and you gratefully accept. You pack a small bag and the two of you head out. 

“You can leave your bag there, y/n/n” A beat falls over the quiet room. 

“So.. um, y’wanna talk about it?” You smile at the blonde’s attempt and slowly shake your head.

“Not really, Care. I feel like I’m all cried out.” As Carol was about to respond, a loud rumbling was heard outside. Turning towards the window, the once sporadic raindrops began to fall in a frenzy.

Carol went to change out of her uniform to put on something more comfortable and that didn’t have any food stains from grimey kids. You ordered some pizza in the meantime and went to get changed yourself. 

Carol put on a movie and talked about everything and nothing at all. By the time the pizza came, the wind had picked up, broken branches strewn out on the streets, leaves here and there. After half an hour, the storm worsened, causing the lights to flicker before turning off. The heater that was once creating some white noise in the background became silent, the orange-hued room became dimly lit by the moonlight.

“Fuck- power went out throughout the whole block!” Carol huffed

“Do you have any candles? Flashlights? Something?” You said, rushed out.

You like the rain, you enjoy curling up in bed with a good book and hearing the patter of the raindrops against your window. What you didn’t like was the incessant rumbling and flashing accompanied by the rain. To make matters worse, the power outage only elevated your current fear. 

“Yeah, I should have some.” She muttered as she began rifling around the drawers.

A flash briefly lit up the room followed by a crash of lightning a few seconds later caused you to flinch pretty hard. Hard enough for Carol to take notice, a smirk flashed across her face, ready to make some sort of witty remark about your fear when she realized that you were shaking.

“Scared?” 

“Zip it, Care.. Am not.” You muttered the last part, but the small chuckle she did advised you that she, in fact, heard you.

“Bullshit!” She looked over her shoulder to throw you a pointed look.

“Bulltrue!” The blonde gave you a surprised look, which quickly morphed into what you assumed was something of please and admiration. You began wringing your fingers together. Not wanting to listen to anymore of your best friend’s taunts, you decided to speed up the process and help Carol find something to illuminate the room.

“Aha! I found one of Barbie’s old janky flashlights. We can use this until the power comes back on.” She said, casually throwing the flashlight into the air then promptly catching it. You sighed out in relief as the room was now lowly lit.

You plopped yourself onto the couch as Carol attempted to prop up the flashlight. A string of curses and multiple books later, she got the light to stay up to mimic a lamp. She huffed and threw herself onto the couch next to you before putting her head onto your lap. You began to subconsciously run your fingers through her hair as you started talking about something you overheard about the quarterback in third period. 

Carol absolutely loves whenever you run your fingers through her hair, it makes her feel calm, almost vulnerable, possibly the only time she ever feels that way. She loves affection, or touch in general because she was so devoid of it growing up, of course, she’d never admit that to you, or herself, really. Carol has always felt different from girls her age, she never had this fascination with the boys in school, she didn’t want to talk about how dreamy they look, she did agree, though, that they were stupid. She feels more when she looks at a picture of Cyndi Lauper than she does when she sees the “hottest” kid in school, or any boy for that matter.

 How many lesbians are even in Litchfield? 

Slim to none

She laughs to herself, you look down at Carol with a raised eyebrow. You ask her what’s so funny but she brushes you off and tells you to continue your story. Deep down, Carol knows that her feelings for you are much more than friendship, she would never think it though for fear of it being true. She can’t admit that to herself, or to you. She’d hate to ruin what the two of you have, even if it is purely platonic. There’s many what if?’s that run through her mind when she thinks about telling you, the majority of which all end the same way, with you leaving. She couldn’t bear to do that. 

“Care?” Carol snapped out of her internal monologue and sensed that you stop combing your fingers through her hair.

“Hm?”

“What’s got you so deep in thought?” You cocked your head 

“Nothin’.” You narrowed your eyes at the obvious lie.

“Don’t mean to be sappy-” 

 “then don’t”

“-But, you know you can talk to me right? I’m not your parents, or Barb. I genuinely care about you and I worry about you sometimes.” You say as you brush your thumb over her bruised knuckles.

Carol sits up, taking her hand away from yours.

“Where is this coming from?” Alarmed, you wonder if you’ve possibly hit a sore spot for Carol.

“N-nowhere, I’m just sayin-”

“Well don’t! You don’t know shit, Y/N.” She huffs and gets up from the couch, going into her room, but not before slamming the door. Since you met her, Carol has only ever called you by a nickname or cookie, which she only did when you were new, you could never tell if you liked the nickname or not, regardless, it hurt when she called you by your actual name.

After cleaning up the mess, and putting away the leftover pizza in the fridge, you went to get ready for bed, anything to give Carol some space. You knew she was a hothead, you’ve seen her angry because some jock got the last pop can she wanted. She’s punching walls and her knuckles are always scattered with bruises, new and old. You always tended her wounds, never making her feel bad about it. In fact, you started getting colorful bandages with stars and shapes so that she wouldn’t see the boring old beige.

You decided to make some hot chocolate to combat the cold environment you were cooped up in. After plating some cookies, you walked up to Carol’s door and lightly tapped the door with the mug. You heard some muttering behind the closed door and took that as a ‘come in’.

Carol was laying on her stomach, pillow smothering the bottom half of her face as she laid reading. She quirks an eyebrow when she sees the plate and mug in your hands. 

“I made hot chocolate, I didn’t make the cookies, but here, in case you’re looking for something warm.” You say quietly, placing the mug and plate on her desk.

She rolls onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. Her face is unreadable, you shift from one foot to the other, before ultimately bidding her a good night.

Before you could even get to the door, you hear a solem “I’m sorry”

You look over your shoulder and Carol is now sitting up, fiddling with her fingers, not looking at you for a split second.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you, you were trying to help, I just-” You slowly shake your head as you wordlessly ask if you could sit next to her.

“Carol, you never have to explain yourself to me, I know you meant no harm.”

“No-No please, hear me out.” She pleaded, you nodded, silently telling her to continue.

“I have a hard time dealing with my shit so I take it out on others, and you, I’m telling you now, you, cookie, have never nor will you ever be on the receiving end. You have been the best thing in my life, the best thing in this shithole, really.” The moonlight shines through the room, every so often, the natural light shining on Carol’s thick glasses.

“I do appreciate what you said earlier, Y/N/N. I do, I’m not used to having someone wanting to listen to me bitch and moan. With mom and dad always prancin’ behind fuckin’  perfect Debbie, and Barbie having her head so far up her ass, I’m not used to this.” She makes a hand motion between the two of you and the plate of cookies.

“Well, get used to it, Denning, I’m not goin’ anywhere.” You say proudly. Carol laughs and tips her head back, hair following suit.

“Jesus fuck! Colder than the fuckin’ north pole! Stupid heater.” Carol muttered, she heard your laugh from the bathroom as you were finishing up getting ready for bed.

“Might as well bundle up tonight, I don’t see the power coming on any time soon.”

“No, you’re right, I’ll raid the house for some blankets.”

Meanwhile, you begin to make your bed on the couch, from where your head is going to be laying, you have a good view of the window and the furious raindrops hurtling towards the windowsill. Carol comes back, arms full of thin and thick blankets, her glasses barely making it above the stack of fabric in her arms.

“Take your pick.” Despite being muffled, you understood clearly. You grabbed a couple of blankets and placed them on the couch behind you.

“Are you going to be comfortable there?”

“Yeah, yeah, Care, ‘m okay.” Hesitantly, she says okay and wishes you a good night.

Rumble after rumble, flash after neverending flash, the storm has not let up since earlier in the day. It seems as though it has gotten worse, The Denning house, quiet as ever, you’re buried underneath thick and thin blankets alike, yet, you’ve never felt colder. 

There wasn’t a toss or turn you haven’t done, and by now it’s been well over an hour and a half since you went to ‘bed’. You did everything you could to fall asleep, counting sheep, counting the raindrops on the window, thinking about going to sleep, yet, nothing.

I mean, how could you? When the girl who has your heart is in the other room?

You laid there for another ten minutes contemplating on whether or not you should do what you’re about to do. Suddenly, your legs have a mind of their own and you find yourself outside of Carol’s bedroom. You open the door just enough to be able to peek your head in, Carol is just about to take her glasses off when her head snaps towards the door.

By some miracle, you walk through the door, close it behind you and lean against the closed door. Carol looks at you, not a word said, watching your every move. You push yourself off the door and walk towards Carol’s bed, climbing in next to her, scooting somewhat close to her before muttering,

“‘m cold.” Carol smiles to herself and thanks every and any god who would listen.

Carol’s shampoo envelopes your senses, her warmth sends shocks through your body. 

Oh my god! What a ballsy move!

Oh my god.. What a ballsy move.

What will she think? Did you fuck things up? Does she know?

No, if she did, she’d say something..right?

If she didn’t want you here, she’d tell you so, she’d have no issue telling you to get the fuck out.

Your rambling thoughts were the breaking point for your mind, you managed to fall asleep. Carol followed suit.

The clock’s harsh red letters read 2:30. You turned around, back no longer facing Carol, instead the two of you were face to face. Somehow, you sense this, and your eyes flutter open. Carol’s face is beautifully lit by the moonlit sky. Everything about her is beautiful, soft, pink lips, chocolate brown eyes, soft blonde hair. 

Whether pure luck or pure coincidence, Carol opens her eyes. She blinks away the sleep clouding her. Not a word is spoken, a long beat passes, your eyes drifting to her lips, hers to yours. Her eyes scan your face trying to find any hesitation or any disinterest. 

She slowly gets closer, giving you a chance to back out, before your lips crash against one another, with you closing the gap. Your fingers find themselves entangled in her hair, Carol’s right hand cups the side of your face, deepening the amorous exchange.

Your heart skips several beats, thumping hard against your chest. Forget butterflies in your stomach, you feel the whole damn zoo in there. Inside, you’re squealing with joy, not believing that this is happening until Carol’s thumb smooths over your cheek, sensation alerting you that this moment, under the moonlight, is real.

#carol denning #oitnb carol #carol denning x fem!reader #carol denning x reader #carol denning oitnb #Orange is the new black #carol denning x female!reader #young carol denning #young carol #young carol x reader #young!carol denning x reader

[destroyplaydestroy]

More litchfield max gfs

#oitnb #orange is the new black #carol denning #young frieda berlin #carol x Frieda #Frieda Berlin #my art #fanart

[womeninfictionandirl]

Carol Denning by Sonja Sobsoviet

#carol denning #Sonja Sobsoviet #orange is the new black #oitnb #oitnb art #orange is the new black art #art #artwork #Carol oitnb #oitnb carol

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ'ꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, 18+, ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ!ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴛᴏᴘ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, Mommy! Kink

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ

"Why are we even here?" Carol moaned.

"Is it wrong to spend some time with my girlfriend?" I asked, placing a hand on my chest in an offended manner. She rolled her eyes and nudged my shoulder forcefully.

"I don't even have a damn swimsuit," she complained. My face broke into a wide grin, causing her expression to waver.

"Why the hell are you looking at me like that?!" She seemed slightly alarmed by my facial expression, but I remained silent and set my bag down.

"I didn't inform you because I wanted to personally get you a bathing suit," I smirked, pulling out a two-piece from my bag and tossing it to her. It took her a few seconds before her eyes slowly focused on what she was looking at.

"What the hell?!" I chuckled, knowing she would be upset with me.

"I'm not wearing this! Who do you think I am, a prostitute?!" She growled, throwing it at my face. It was a revealing black two-piece, with the top having silver ring-shaped ties on the sides and the bottoms resembling a thong.

I wanted to get back at Carol and give her a taste of her own medicine for teasing me one time when we were working together, leaving me all hot and bothered and forcing me to take care of myself when I got home.

"Come on, Carol. Who knows when we'll have the chance to do this again? Please," I pleaded, giving her my best fake innocent puppy dog eyes.

She rolled her eyes and groaned loudly, snatching it out of my hands and walking towards one of the bathrooms.

"I swear, I'll get you back for this," she threatened, giving me a menacing glare that sent shivers down my spine. But I smirked, unfazed.

Deciding to just get into the pool and wait for her, I took off my shirt, shorts, and flip flops, leaving me in my one-piece suit. I hopped into the pool, fighting the urge to shiver from the cold water.

After swimming for a little while to acclimate, I heard the door open and shut behind me. I turned around and was astounded. The swimsuit clung to her curves perfectly, providing a flawless view of her body. Her glasses were off, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun.

"Quit staring, damn it," she sneered, her hands concealing the top of her body. She walked toward the stairs and cautiously entered the pool. I noticed her body tense slightly, likely due to the cold.

"And I think you got the top too small," she said nervously.

"Really? Let me see," I attempted to move her hands, but she pulled away.

"No," she said.

"Hey, it's alright. I promise I won't judge you. I promise," I reassured her with a sincere expression. Slowly, she moved her hands, and my eyes widened. Her breasts were pushed up, and I had no idea how long I had been staring until I felt a body collide with mine.

Carol pressed her body against mine, her bust hidden by her frame. "You said you wouldn't judge, you dumbass!" she exclaimed, her face turning slightly pink as she buried it in my neck.

Snapping out of my daze, I cleared my throat.

"I'm sorry. It's just... well, because of all those loose shirts you wore, I thought your chest was more... flat?" I could feel her gaze burning into mine, her face slowly transforming into anger.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that—OW!" I winced as her hand struck my cheek, feeling a stinging pain shoot through my skin.

"Screw you!" she yelled, landing blows that actually hurt quite a bit.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I'm sorry. Just stop hitting me!" I groaned, massaging my sore muscles with a pout. She crossed her arms and turned her back to me. I sighed and swam toward her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my head on her shoulder.

"I'm truly sorry. I should have just told you where we were going. It was just payback from last week, but I also wanted to have fun. If you want to leave, you can. I'll understand—" I was cut off by her turning around and pressing her lips against mine.

She pulled away before I could even react, and I felt my face flush as she grinned and gave me a slight push.

"Just be quiet already," she chuckled, "but I really dislike these bottoms though, it shows too much" she continued.

"Now that was intentional, you have a nice ass," she scoffed but chuckled slightly, "and an attractive chest," I added as I approached her.

"Why am I starting to think you didn't bring me here just to 'hang out'?" Her dark brown eyes suddenly grew darker as I got closer to her.

I moistened my lips and swiftly pressed her against the pool wall. "Wait, when you said payback from last week, you meant..." She trailed off.

"look who figured it out," I chuckled, giving her hip a firm squeeze.

She scoffed and gave me a confident grin. "If you wanted to eat me out all you had to do was ask," I glared at her cockiness. She always thought she was right. I placed my arms on either side of her head and leaned in close to her ear.

"That's not the only thing I want to do to that pussy," I nibbled on her earlobe, feeling her breath catch.

"Huh?!" she asked, clearly surprised by what I had just said.

"You know what, change of plans. How about I show you right here?" I grabbed her legs and wrapped them around my waist.

She gasped and quickly held onto my shoulders to keep from falling. I got out of the water and walked over to one of the tables where our belongings were. I sat her down on top of it.

"Just so you know, we're going to be exploring some of my own preferences," I replied, smirking at her shocked expression.

"What are you doing, Y/n? We're in a public place!" she squeaked when I started kissing her neck and fondling her breasts.

"It's dark out, trust me. We won't be seen. All you have to do is be quiet, although it might be difficult for you soon," I chuckled at my suggestive remark.

I could sense that Carol was becoming aroused by the situation because soft noises were escaping from her mouth and she was moving her hips against mine. I brought my hand down to her warmth and moaned at how wet she was.

"Are you feeling excited, baby?" I whispered, gently holding her chin. She eagerly nodded her head and grabbed onto my hips, desperately grinding her soaked sensitive area against any part of my body.

"I want you to call me mommy until I give you permission to stop, do you understand?" I asked, as I moved her underwear to the side without removing it and began to rub her pink bud in circles.

She whimpered but nodded her head, instantly lying down and pulling her legs up to her chest. As I increased the speed of my movements, I decided to slip two fingers into her slippery entrance to open her up a little bit.

"Ah!" She whined, biting her lip. I curved my fingers, causing her to arch her back and cry out.

Slowly, I removed my fingers, hearing her whimper at the sudden loss. "I think you're ready," I said.

"Ready for what?" She asked, sitting up in confusion. I walked towards the bag, unzipped it, and took out a strap-on. I looked her in the eyes with a wide smirk, causing her to squirm on the table.

"We're going to have a busy night," I said.

I put it on and walked back to the table, sitting down on one of the chairs. I gestured for her to sit on my lap, which she did. Once again, I moved her underwear to the side and pushed into her opening.

"Ouch! Fuck!" She groaned. I caressed her sensitive areas, which seemed to calm her down until I was fully inside.

A small "splat" sound echoed as she fully settled onto the strap. I gave her some time to adjust to it. This wasn't the first time we had used it, but it had always been used on me, so Carol had never been penetrated by it before.

After a while, she placed her hands on the armrests and slowly began to move her hips. She let out a few pained groans before they started to transform into sounds of pleasure. When I knew she was fully accustomed to it, I grabbed her hips and made her bounce up and down on the strap.

"Oh my goodness" she whispered, tilting her head back. I placed both of my hands on her behind, causing a resounding slap to reverberate through the pool. She let out a yelp and stared at me in surprise. I smirked and increased the speed of her movements.

She let out a soft moan as I delivered another gentle smack to her behind. I removed the fabric that covered her bouncing breasts, exposing them to me.

"Oh my goodness," I muttered, cupping them in my hands and caressing them.

Her sighs and moans filled my ears, and I struggled to control the desire between my legs. "W-what if we get c-caught?" she whimpered.

"Then we will put on a show for them," I replied. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began bouncing faster. We both moaned softly, trying to stifle our noises. Our lips met, our tongues intertwining as we vied for dominance.

I squeezed her behind and gave it a gentle smack. I lifted her off of me, and she whined in confusion.

"Turn around," I instructed. She bit her lip and slid off my lap, facing away from me. I pulled her back onto my lap, removing her bottoms, and entered her once again.

She wasted no time and resumed bouncing on me. "Mmm!" she moaned, holding onto my thighs for support. I licked my lips and caressed her slightly reddened behind from the earlier smacks.

"Wow," I groaned, admiring how alluring she looked in the position.

"Oh my goodness," I moaned, overcome by the arousing situation.

"Are you sure this is your first time?" I groaned. She laughed breathlessly and gazed up at me, running her tongue over her teeth before increasing the speed of her movements.

She emitted a sound that was a mixture of a chuckle and a groan and firmly grasped my thigh. I seized her throat and forcefully pulled her towards me, causing her to emit a soft yelp.

She gazed up at me, and I increased the pressure while thrusting my hips against hers and began kissing her jaw.

"Wait! No marks, you know that?!" she pleaded, but this only resulted in me tightening my grip on her throat.

"To hell with that," I replied.

"No! No!" she whined, pushing my face away from her neck.

I growled and turned her around lifting her up from the chair, continuing to move my hips against hers.

"Oh!" she gasped, and I maintained a firm hold on her thighs. She buried her face in my neck, moaning loudly when I firmly gripped her buttocks and increased the pace.

"Tonight, I will do whatever I want to you," I sneered.

She bit her lip and held onto me tighter. "How does it feel, baby?" I teased, looking into her dazed eyes.

"It feels so damn good!" she squealed. I pushed her onto the table and wrapped my hand around her throat before thrusting into her rapidly.

Her eyes rolled back, and she tightly gripped the arm that was around her throat. I forced her legs to lift higher so I could penetrate her at a deeper angle.

"What's my name, Care?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Y/n- ow!" she squeaked when I slapped her across the face, returning the favor.

"What did I tell you a minute ago?! Now, what's my name?" I snarled, intensifying my movements and applying more pressure to her neck. Her nails dug into my arm, and her back arched as she moaned loudly. I used my other hand to keep her hips elevated.

"Fuck! Mommy!" she whimpered. I grinned and placed her legs over my shoulders, thrusting into her at a deeper angle. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned loudly. .

"Look at you, you filthy whore," I chuckled. She quickly covered her mouth to stifle her cries, but I slapped her hand away and replaced it with my thumb.

"Suck" I groaned she wrapped her soft lips around my thumb sucking on it as if it were a lollipop and swirling her tounge around it "there you go baby" I moaned feeling extremely more turned on than before "fuck me harder please" she whined looking into my eyes.

"Suck" I groaned as she wrapped her tender lips around my thumb, sucking on it as if it were a lollipop and swirling her tongue around it.

"There you go, baby," I moaned, feeling even more aroused than before.

"Fuck me harder please," she whined, looking into my eyes.

"Beg" I said, causing her to blush in embarrassment.

"You fucker" she muttered under her breathe before breathing heavily

"Please fuck me hard I'll be good mommy..." she begged, averting her gaze. I wanted to chuckle at her desperation and shame.

"Alright, you might want to hold onto something," I said, and I began thrusting against her on the table. She cried out, not bothering to cover her mouth.

"Oh my god!," she exclaimed, rubbing her sensitive area frantically.

"Oh yes! Fuck mommy right there!" she cried out.

I slapped her hand away from her intimate area and replaced it with my own. "Yes!" she squealed, gripping onto me tightly. I lifted her head and forcefully kissed her.

She slapped her hands against the rocking table, trying to steady herself. I went behind her and delivered a firm smack to her ass. She yelped and ceased her movements, allowing me to take charge.

I withdrew from her, flipped her over, and thrust back into her, maintaining my vigorous pace.

The sounds of our bodies colliding and our moans filled the entire pool area. It was clear what was happening if anyone attempted to enter.

She slapped her hands against the table, desperately trying to stabilize herself. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, causing her to whimper loudly. "It feels so fucking good!" she squealed.

"I'm delighted to hear that you're enjoying it," I chuckled breathlessly, parting her buttocks and moaning at the sight of the strap sliding in and out of her. I felt her vaginal walls tighten around it as her sounds grew louder.

I withdrew, and she whimpered. I guided her back to the seat and placed a small mirror in front of us, just large enough to capture both of our reflections. I sat down and instructed her to face the mirror.

"I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you," I said. She bit her lip and glanced at me, but I delivered a hard smack to her ass, causing her to moan in pain.

"Turn back around," I demanded, and she quickly obeyed, facing the mirror again. I adjusted her hair, allowing it to fall gracefully over her shoulders, creating the illusion of a more relaxed situation.

However, I then grasped her hair firmly in my hand and pulled it back, eliciting a yelp from her. I entered her once more and resumed my vigorous rhythm.

Every time she averted her gaze from the mirror, I tugged on her hair even harder and slowed my thrusts. I observed her face in the mirror - her cheeks were flushed, her eyes rolled back, and she moaned uncontrollably.

"Fuck I love this fucking ass," I grunted, delivering a forceful slap.

I pressed her body against mine and firmly cupped her bouncing breasts.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum!" she moaned. I grabbed her chin and silenced her loud cries with a kiss.

"I'm cumming mommy, I'm cumming!" she cried out into the kiss. I continued until I felt her juices coat the strap and trickle down her legs, dripping onto my thighs.

Yet, I did not cease. I maintained a firm grip on her hips and thrust her against my body. She cried out, gripping the armrest with all her strength.

She attempted to lower her head, but I seized a lock of her hair and pulled it back up, forcing her to look at the mirror. I noticed small tears streaming down her face.

"Keep that damn head up," I said.

"I can't, it's too much! I-it's too darn much!" She sobbed biting her lip.

"You liked calling me pet names but as soon as the tables turn, you're a desperate little whore." I felt her clench around me, and I sped up my movements. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" I had to cover her scream of pleasure with my hand when her climax hit her for the second time.

I helped her ride out her high, and we sat there for a few minutes, mostly so she could catch her breath.

Then I lifted her off the strap, seeing the extreme mess she left behind. I took the strap off and cleaned it off before I sat back down on the chair, my hands and arms exhausted from what I did.

I heard water splashing for a little bit until it stopped, and I felt Carol straddle me once more, leaving small pepper kisses on my neck and skin. I moaned slightly and massaged her waist.

"I'm not a fucking whore," she whispered in my ear and giving it a swift lick. I jumped a little, and she let out a small cackle.

Even after all that, she was still a cocky teenager. She fixed her top and got up to put her bottoms back on.

"I might just let you top me for a little while. I love that wild side of you," she said and slapped my rear with a smirk. I squeaked and gave her a glare.

"I swear, woman-"

"Oh, there it is" she cooed, grabbing her things. I put the strap back in my backpack and put on my clothes before grabbing it and walking towards Carol, who was already walking away.

"You're not going to put your clothes back on?" I asked, and she gave me a grin.

"Oh nooooo," she said, dragging out the last word.

"You said we were going to be here for a while, so you might as well take that strap right back out 'cause you're going to make love to me in your car." She stopped me and went towards my ear.

"Mommy," she whispered slapping my ass again before walking towards the car with an extra sway in her hips.

I felt a pool in between my legs, and without second thought, I quickly rushed after my girlfriend. This girl never fails to make me flustered.

#carol denning #carol denning x reader #carol smut #young carol #angst #lesbian #fluff #lgbtq #music #black female reader #carol denning imagine #ashley jordyn #carol denning imagines

[80sfrieda]

i like to think that young carol didn’t like the taste of alcohol and only drank smirnoff ice

#no shaming here #i absolutely hate the taste of alcohol and smirnoff ice is the only thing i can tolerate lmao #carol denning #orange is the new black #oitnb

[alexzilver]

Queen of Comics

Hello guys! welcome to my new post! I am late to this fandom and even later with writing for it. However I've build up the courage to scribble something out. Enjoy!

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Pairing : Present! Carol Denning/Reader ( gender is not specified )

Warnings : None except the canon typical swearing and suggestive talk here and there

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Carol likes drawing. Little doodles here and there, violent fight scenes between cartoon figures, to full blown comic books. Luckily for you, she occasionally makes one for you.

It was lights out. You and Carol were sitting on her bunk. An idea ran through your head. ''Hey Jingles!'' You said while throwing a jolly rancher at her head. She looked up "Ow! The fuck is wrong with you?" She asked, unimpressed. She knew exactly what this is about. Kinda. You either hadn't been getting enough attention and were feeling bold, or maybe you wanted sex. Carol likes sex. ''When are you gonna finish 'Steve and the Soap Monster?'' Your voice shook her out of her thoughts.

Oh. Well that is a surprise. She really thought you'd go for sex. 'Damn it.' Carol had a liking towards drawing. One day, when you were coming into your shared cell you saw her scribbling away on some paper. It turned out to be a cover for a comic. After a little bit of bribing she let you flip through the pages and of some others as well. Not before promising to not utter a word about this to anyone though.

''I will break your arm into pieces.''

Turned out, You absolutely loved it. You didn't know how she came up with the stories but they were incredible. You read through every single one within the hour and had complimented Carol so many times, a blush was covering her cheeks. You smiled. 'She's beautiful like this'

''wanna make more? I 'll reward you.'' You asked suggestively. Her eyes widened. this change of demeanor was not anticipated at all. Needless to say; As soon as you fell asleep she spent all night drawing.

It wasn't as if you were exploiting her. Not at all! She was getting paid! with lolly-pops and many, many orgasms. Not money, but still a quite worthy payment. "Look, I get that you're busy and all, I mean, Bridge is a serious business." Carol cocked her head to the side, eyebrows raising. "But I am bored out of my mind." A very fake scandalized look made its way on her face. ''And when I 'm not bored, I-"

"Am I not good enough for you?" She asked, sarcasm as obvious as Baddison's stupidity. ''-great anxiety for my buddy Steve- Shut up- Carol, when are you going to write a part two? I'm addicted and your talent is my drug.'' She looked at you with a small amount of annoyance. '' Flattery ain't magic, Sugar-pops.'' You stuck your tongue out. ''Asshole.''

She stood up and made her way over to her treasure of magazines and candy. ''Excusing your behavior.'' She said, giving you a side eye before rummaging through the pile of stuff. ''I think you might like this.'' She exclaimed before throwing it at you. You made a surprised noise. Looking at her as if she killed your dog. 'Karma' She mouthed teasingly.

Your eyes focused on the object that was thrown at you. Caught by your very own face. Holy shit! Not only a part two, but also a part three?! You looked at her shocked. ''W-what? How?!'' She shrugged, 'Bastard.' You didn't need an answer ''Carol, baby, I love you so much.'' You uttered in awe. ''Pretty rad huh?'' She chuckled. She said as she made her way over again. Straddling your hips Carol looked at you hopefully.

'' I get a double reward now, right?''

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byE

#carol denning #present!carol denning #carol denning x reader #oitnb #netflix oitnb

[elliebartlets]

Just finished season 6 of OITNB so here are some random thoughts. Just gonna put it under a cut in case spoilers (which I doubt cause this has been out for 5 years lol) but also for those who don’t care and just want to easily scroll by :)

• Carol and Barb were much more interesting than any of the new characters they introduced. Part of me wishes they were still gonna be in season 7, but another part of me is fine with them not being in it, because what would they have done with them/how would they have been utilized in a way we haven’t already seen? Also, their entire flashlacks/backstory could’ve been a movie. That whole scene where they murdered their sister was so messed up, I keep thinking about it from time to time since I watched it. As always, so impressed with the casting of the younger and older selves looking alike.

• What they did to Blanca was so cruel!!! The only time I teared up this season!!

• I liked when the scenes were juxtaposed to show the inequality and unfairness of the Justice system with Piper and Taystee (Piper getting released early when she originally wasn’t going to, compared with Taystee being found guilty of a murder she didn’t commit.) I feel so bad for Taystee and I’m so glad Caputo tried to help her. I hope he keeps fighting and the guy that actually killed Piscatella goes down.

• Nicky is still my favorite. I need more of her and Red. However I don’t really like how they wrote Red this season? Like she acted so brashly when she attacked Frieda and it’s like I get it, Frieda threw Red under the bus, but she chose to attack Frieda for stealing 10 years of her life she could have spent with her grandkids…right before she was going to visit her grandkids.

• If “Badison” is in season 7 I really do not think I will not watch. Or at least mute her scenes. Out of all the prisoners on this show I could always name at least one redeeming/positive thing about them, or at least tolerate their screen presence. I could not do either of those things for Badison. Every time she was on screen I wanted to start clawing at the wall like a feral cat. No offense to the actress, but please don’t make me look or hear her ever again.

#oitnb #orange is the new black #carol denning #barbara denning #nicky nichols #red reznikov #badison

[denningsjawbreaker]

FILMS AND SWEETS

by: denningsjawbreaker

SUMMARY: Young Carol comes to Readers house and they are watching some movie and it's basically a fluff story LMFAOOO. ( Also this is before prison! carol duh ! )

A/N : FIRST SHORT DRAFT I FORGOT TO POST HELP BUT ILL BE MAKING MORE IN THE FUTURE

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CAROL was currently over at your house and was comfortably laying on the floor with scattered bits of wrappers from her lollipop addiction. You both were currently watching Smokey and The Bandit (which was Carol's idea and there was no arguing with her when it came to Burt Reynolds). She began to feel a bit mischievous during the silence of the film and reached for one of the unopened lollipop and throws it at the back of your head.

" OOMF ! " you turned around and rubs the spot she hit and narrowed at her . She returned with an innocent smile but was chuckling.

" Thought that was funny did ya ? " You asked her as she shrugged her shoulders and leaned back against your bed and sucked on the lollipop. You had a small pout forming as you crawled to sit next to her and looked up at her.

Carol turned to you with a slight smirk and she took out her lollipop and held ur chin with her hand and brought ur face closer to her. " You know I was just messing with you doll. You know how much I love it " she whispers and looks at you up and down before placing a small chaste kiss against your plump lips.

You're pout quickly turned into a huge smile and melted in the palm of her hands. No matter what Carol did you knew she would always have this HOLD on you. She was just your favorite person ever and just spending time with Carol just made you happy and as much as Carol tries to hide it you DEFINITELY made her shitty life way tolerable.

" Doll, what do you say ? Forgive me and we can watch The Longest Yard " she asks while playing with your hair and is smirking a bit . You shake head and playfully cross your arms.

" Care, you promised me after this we would watch the Lost Boys though " you whined and wrapped your arms around your Burt Obsessed bird girlfriend . She pouts and sighs and looks at her Burt Poster she plastered on your wall since your room was basically her room .

" You really want me to deny Burt..." she asked in a small voice with her head tilt at you lowkey making her glasses fall onto the tip of her nose. You sigh and purse your lip looking at Carol who was making it harder for you to resist .

With a groan of loss you go over to your VHS tapes and put in " The Longest Yard " and you sit back with Carol who had a wide smile and was holding your her blanket as the movie began and looks at you.

" You are the best thing that's ever happened to me ! You know that? " she exclaims with a bit of a squeal and kisses your cheek and pulls you closer to her and wraps her arms around you while sharing the blanket .

You smiled at her happiness as you both enjoyed the 6th Burt Movie y'all watched tonight. You didn't actually mind though because all you needed was the HAPPINESS of Carol and her being happy and cared for.

" Can We watch Deliverance next ?" Carol asked and you chuckle.

" Let's just finish this one first before we get ahead of ourselves - "

" What- I don't get ahead- "

" Carol... "

" Fine..." Carol sighs and pouts while holding you still but she has a small smile as she feels your hand rubbing circles on her skin. Both of you enjoying the movie with no worries or stress.

This is what's most important .

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[ PLS comment if you'd like to be featured in my future tagged list for Carol stories ]

#carol denning x reader #carol denning imagine #carol denning #orange is the new black imagine #oitnb #ashley jordyn #young carol