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i ainât missinâ you at all (VII)(smut talk/references)
part 1Â / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 /Â part 5Â /Â part 6Â
cw: implied non-con sex -- very shortÂ
Carol stepped out into the Yard with Breslin and Johnson on either side of her, cigarette already in her hand waiting to be lit. She scanned the semi-opened space with a cold stare through her glasses and leaned against the wall.Â
âItâs too fucking cold for this shit,â she mumbles through lighting the cigarette between in her lips. She inhales deep, trying to use the warmth from the smoke in her lungs to warm her whole body. Breslin agreed, leaning beside her. Carolâs body tensed as, something isnât quite right the Yard today -- things are a little too calm. A little too at peace. A little too quiet --Â
âSmoking kills, Carol,â a voice breaks the silence and a hand takes the cigarette out of her fingers to a new set of lips. There it is, Carol thought. Her voice sounded like nails on a chalk board, she could just fucking kill her. SJ took another short puff of Carolâs Marlboro Gold and passed it back to her. Carolâs jaw tightened as she stared at the cigarette in her fingers that was now two puffs short. Anger bubbled in her chest at having yet another thing in her life used up or taken away from her in some way or another -- suddenly she felt less cold than she had all day.
âYâknow,â Carol started, her voice painfully condescending, âThereâs this magical place down the hall from the door where you can get all the cigarettes you want. Itâs called fucking commissary.â
âHey, youâre right -- sorry Care,â Sarah replied. She pulled a fiver from her over coat and slipped it into Denningâs hand to pay it off. Carol nodded in her direction to imply that it was okay, but wouldnât meet her eye. She readjusted her position against the wall and glowered at the entrance to the Yard at the other side.Â
âToo fucking cold,â she mumbled, flicking the ash off the end. Carol had been distant in some ways with SJ and less in others. Ever since the IOU, Carol had been finding new places and new ways to fuck her -- testing her to be quiet in the library while she fingered her, choking her out in the showers, using Sarahâs stupid fucking multicolored scrunchies to tie her wrists to the metal bed posts in their cell so Carol could eat her out without getting her hair fucked up. Bent over in the laundry room, forced into a supply closet, all so Carol could get a daily hit of ultimate power and dominion -- even when Sarah didnât want to.Â
She wouldnât let SJ fuck her anymore, not since the first time. It was rare that Carol let anyone go down on her since her first few IOUs a couple of years ago -- and of course Freida. Sarah would beg her, plead that she just wanted to make her happy, she just wanted to make her feel good. Carol wouldnât have it -- itâs not like it took much to shut her up either, a hard smack to the face with a devilish grin or a harsh grab of her hair was enough to get her to comply.Â
But Carol stopped bringing her notebook to the rec room, in fact, she started directing to girls to sell in shifts -- alone. After Carol made SJ cum sheâd leave her shaking and naked by herself. She made sure to wake up before Sarah and get back to the room after she fell asleep. They rarely spoke if it wasnât about business or âOooh yes, Carol please fuck me.â Eventually Sarah stopped watching card games and hung out with Breslin and Johnson and a few other girls more often than not. Braiding hair with the new bitches, giving the twins a run for their money. She still made a point to be nice to Carol, and knew she kept her ear out for news that Carol was still being as nice as she was able to be -- at least for a Denning. If there was anything Sarah wasnât, it was desperate for Carolâs attention and in a way it pissed her off but she got enough adoration from all the other girls in the block to ease the ache.Â
Carol stayed put at the end of the Yard while D-block filed in, they were standing in Barbâs designated spot but Carol never cared. Sheâd taken enough from her over the years, plus, itâs a free country, yâknow?Â
âOh, wow,â Carol laughed with an evil grin, dropping her cigarette to the floor. Barb, again flanked by two hick looking lackeys, had never looked worse. Her hair was stringy and deflated, like she didnât get a chance to style it that morning. Very unlike Barb, always had to be perfect, always keeping up appearances.Â
âYou like that?â Sarah smirked leaning the other side of her against the wall, âPromised the twins Iâd stop braiding hair if theyâd give me all the hairspray in the salon and in commissary -- turns out I do know where it is.âÂ
Carol felt a new wave a warmth spread in her chest, but she decided it was from the body heat of the throng of people who entered the Yard. Barb and her lackeyâs approached them feverishly, her eyes wide like saucers, clearly tweaking.Â
âDo you think this is some funny shit, Care?â Barb hissed. Carol pushed off the wall and reached into her pocket to grab a blue razz, she unwrapped it before responding, then flashed her eyes up to meet her sisterâs.Â
âLove the new look, sis -- never thought Iâd see something flatter than your ass Barbie, but you learn something new every day, huh?,â Carol smiled, popping the lollipop in her mouth.
âI donât give a fuck about some beauty bullshit Carol, youâre dealing H on my turf again you sneaky little cunt,â Barb shoved her at the last word, âSeems like your pattern here, first you steal my hairspray, now youâre stealing my fucking customers -- again.â
Sarah stepped between the two, getting face to face with Barbara, meeting her eye.Â
âYou ever think maybe Carol isnât the one fucking your money up, you junkie bitch?â She asked with a pointed stare, âDonât think you forgot who I am, Barb.â
âForgot who you were, you mean?â Barb sneered, stepping closer to her. Sarah could see the beads of sweat forming on the other womanâs forehead and caught a twitch in her lips -- fuck, this was gonna end bad.Â
âLetâs see,â Barb continued so the crowd forming heard her, with a smirk, âSome bimbette in college who got in too deep with the sharks with hit over hit on her -- turned bottom bitch for any butch in here whoâll touch it. Only whores like you who suck and fuck to make plays end up in jail. Couldnât even kill your competition right -- got arrested in a cheap fucking power suit--â
Right as the last consonant left Barbâs mouth, Sarah punched her square in the nose. As Barbara hit the ground, SJ followed suit and straddled her, her lackeyâs lunging for Sarah and the COs lunging at the commotion.Â
âIt was Yves Saint FUCKING Laurent and you broke, D-block cunts probably couldnât even fucking spell it,â Sarah growled, loud enough for the group surrounding them to hear. The girls were separated by two guards who cuffed them instantly, dragging them to the door.Â
âDenning, ad seg,â CO Carter said, hauling Barb down the hall as the rest of the girls were ushered inside.Â
âYou girls always gotta ruin the fun for everybody,â CO Rex mumbled to Carol while herding in the other inmates, shaking his head in disappointment.Â
âIt wasnât my fault this time,â Carol shrugged, following with the other girls. Scanning the crowd to see where the other guard mightâve gone with SJ. Rex caught sight of her stare.Â
âBack to the block, they wonât put her in SHU after the favors she gave out last month,â he reassured as everyone got inside, the two of them walking side by side alone in the hallway.Â
âYou take up the offer?â she asked with a cocked brow, switching her candy to the other cheek.Â
âIâm a married man,â Rex shrugged, âCanât be fuckinâ with your favorites when youâre fuckinâ âem, Denning.âÂ
âINMATES,â another CO called out, âAgainst the wall! Count!â
Carol sighed and leaned against the wall with the others, wishing the cool concrete would seep past her coat. With her body on fire now she slipped off her hat, trying to figure out how she was going to go about cleaning up this fucking mess.
âToo fucking hot for this,â she mumbled.
bc i just finished watching the finale iâma mainly give my thoughts on that and then a kinda general overview of the series in general
- okay so iâm starting at the end bC WHAT THE FUCK
- blanca. i almost got sick iâm sorry that was so fucking shitty
- and diablo??? smiling & waiting w flowers??? killing me would have hurt so much less
- the carol vs barb thing done my head in. i could see the end of the storyline the minute they stepped into the closet so w/e
- the power of taysteeâs verdict scene ... i was hoping they would do at least an audio fade/distortion so when the sound cut out i was like ââ hella ââ but
- watching her face?
- brutal. i was so. so. SO. hoping the use of the silence over the scene would mean her tears would be tears of relief not fucking that
- joe and natalie aka my newest otp ngl
- cute af vauseman wedding and cute af nicky ministering it
- cindy and flacaâs new friendship too tbh
- frieda you slag
- hurting my suzanne??? not today bitch
- the kickball game ... turning out ok???
- mediocore but. i can see it
- i hope everything goes okay for lorna & the baby ffs
- update: COâs ARE STILL PIECES OF SHIT :)
- i mean like. i get mcculloughs ptsd but she should NOT be working in tht enviroment if it makes her worse
- kukido or whatever the fuck her name was is gone and the angels sang with praise
- & okay daya, i see you, gay for the stay
- gloria and maria both broke my heart this season. last season i was struggling to connect w maria but i remembered why i loved her character in the first place
- i rlly thought gloria/luschek would b a thing... but obvs luschek let everyone down ... again
- i wanna talk about the actual scene work for a minute tho
- in PARTICULAR the one where taystee and her friend (the co tamika) are leaving storkys and they literally say goodbye aT A CROSSROADS ???
- visual parralells make me wet Happy
- but fr i need to mention blanca again because i need her to nOT get deported and to be w diablo and have cute babies pls&thnx!
- the ice/deportation thing is so. fckin. relevant. but i did not see it coming at well and i felt like iâd been punched in the bloody gut
- joeâs speech to taystee before she gives testimony ...
- honestly? everything about taystee in general
- bc she deserves so much fucking better honestly
- on another technical note, this series was much more focused and therefore easier to stay interested in.
- though i missed some faves (maritza, boo, yoga jones, the nun)
- (( whoâs name i canât remember bc itâs been over a year lmao))
- this format works so much better.
iâll share more than just these random thoughts at a later date
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