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wired earphones | j.ortega
jenna ortega x fem!reader
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you tugged the dainty wire, sending it tumbling out of her ear with ease. you’d been calling her name ever since you’d caught sight of her sitting on the park bench, doodling in her little book she kept so furtively.
“hey!” she spoke in annoyance, whiny and high pitched, as you sat down next to her.
“hello to you, babe.” you handed her the coffee you’d brought on your way here and she accepted it, closing her book and stuffing it in her bag along with her pens.
“i’m not the one who was late.” she countered to your sarcasm, however enjoying the coffee you’d brought to her.
“i’m not the one who insisted i buy us coffee on my way here because you were too lazy to make the detour.” she rolled her eyes, her small smile contradicting the action.
“i need to get some wireless earphones.” she hugged, yet still happily sipping the coffee.
“but your wired ones are so cute.” there was a pause before she spoke, one that was not unusual, but unable to be labelled.
“they’re cute?” she raised her eyebrow, cute not having been a common adjective used to describe her.
“you know what i mean, it’s gives off the whole anti overconsumption thing.” she laughed, as you pulled your legs up and onto the bench, simultaneously shifting closer to her.
“that’s why they’re cute?” she raised her brows, still amused, while you pushed back a strand of her hair.
“you’re cute.” she chuckled and pecked your lips.
“i love you.” she grinned, and picked up the earbud that had fallen out, fiddling with it until she got it into your ear.
and even after you’d bought her a pair of wireless headphones, she insisted on wearing them around her neck, her wired ones resting, snug in her ears.
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focused | j.ortega
jenna ortega x fem!reader
context. your girlfriend’s been busy all day. all you’re craving is for her focus to be on you.
warnings. angst, smut, degrading words.
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she’d been glued to her laptop all day. consumed in this new script she’d received. of course you were excited for her, you’d seen the way her face lit up. but she’d been at it for hours, days.
“jenna, when are you going to give yourself a break, how long is this script?” she wasn’t fully listening, still engrossed by the letters on the white screen.
“hm?” she barely looked over at you, registering thad you’d said something, but nothing more.
“jenna please. i feel like i haven’t seen you in days even though we live together.” she seemed to have had picked up on your tone because this time she turned around, facing you.
“sorry, what did you say?” she asked you to repeat yourself for the second time.
“i miss you, love. it’s been ages since we’ve talked or spent time together.” she furrowed her brows in confusion.
“what do you mean? we see each other all day.” she chuckled, not taking the conversation seriously.
“i’m serious jenna, you’ve been glued to that screen for the past two days, i’ve barely heard your voice. it’s been keeping you up at night too.” instead of self reflecting, she went on the defensive immediately.
“that’s not true. i just really need to get this script looked over. i was told i could comment on anything id like to possibly get changed. do you understand how rare it is for an actor to get that opportunity?” she got up from the desk chair, waving her hands around as she yelled.
“no, of course i do. but that doesn’t mean you can’t at least take a break.” she rolled her eyes.
“i have taken breaks, it’s not my problem you’re so needy all the time.” the insult was misplaced and you felt embarrassed.
“i’m needy? jenna i haven’t had a conversation that’s lasted more than a minute in the last 48 hours. wanting more than that is not needy.” you couldn’t shake the feeling that had settled in, the fact that maybe you were too needy.
“oh my god, you’re so dramatic. just wait for me to finish and then i’m all yours.” her tone was condescending, and you soon found it ridiculous that you were fighting over this.
“it’s not only about me, you need a break too.” she didn’t seem to care.
“just give me five minutes.” you knew five minutes would turn into five hours but it didn’t matter anymore. and once five minutes had passed, you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, no longer having the energy to fight her.
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after some time, she came through the door, to find you sleeping. it’s not as if she’d wanted to upset you, but this script was really exciting to her. she hadn’t meant to ignore you.
“baby,” she shook you awake, not wanting to go to sleep without fixing this.
“jenna, i’m not in the mood.” she was slightly taken aback by your cold words.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” she sat upright on the bed, caressing your arm gently, coaxing you into forgiveness.
“please.” she repeated, and even without elaboration it was clear what she was asking for.
“okay.” you folded as the soft words left your lips. you pushed the covers back and let her take you in her arms. she kissed your forehead earning a sigh, as you relaxed in her warm embrace.
“what can i do to make it better?” she asked with genuine concern, however your response was a mischievous grin. she raised her eyebrows as she questioned the look you were giving her.
“i could use some head.” she laughed at your reply and kissing your smiling lips.
“i can arrange that.” she whispered in your ear, her hands burning the skin at your waist.
“my poor angel’s touch starved. tell me what you need, baby.” her voice was sick with power. she loved having you so desperately begging for her. although she did feel bad.
“fuck, jenna. i just need you to t-touch me.” her smile widened and she fumbled with your shorts, not planning on wasting any time with you.
“mm, can’t get off on your own huh? need my help.” she urged you to reply and when you didn’t she pulled your chin in order to face her.
“y-yeah, need you to help m-me.” her fingertips were brushing against your clothed clit, causing your words to break up in a stutter. she enjoyed how desperate you sounded beneath her touch, her words rendering you more and more flustered.
“so pathetic aren’t you.” her words were harsh because she knew it turned you on. you were nodding without realising what you were agreeing to, too focused on the filthy words leaving her mouth to ponder on their meaning. she chuckled into your neck, her warm tongue soothing the bruises she’d created.
“jen-jenna, please.” her hands pulled down your panties before she began to play with your wetness, spreading it around and earning choked whines from your throat.
“hm, who are you so wet for baby?” she teased but you didn’t have the strength to reply as she lowered her head between your thighs. her tongue laid flat against your clit, tasting your arousal while her fingers toyed with your entrance.
“f-fuck.” instinctively, your thighs shut around her head, making her hiss.
“open wide for me.” she instructed, looking up to see you fisting the sheets with your head thrown back. however when you had relaxed, you’d managed to comply with her request.
“that’s it.” she affirmed, her mouth latching onto your heat once again. you were soon returned to your previous state, your mouth an exit for all sorts of pornographic noises. you physically couldn’t keep quiet. and when you began grinding against her tongue, she groaned into you, the pleasure of devouring you finally expressed.
“oh my god, jenna please- please keep going.” she smirked into your pussy, flicking her tongue over your clit, and darting it in and out of your entrance. it felt so good. she was too good.
“fuck, jenna. so close, can i-i.” your eyes were shut as the pleasure built up, so close to your release.
“mhm.” she nodded, her face still buried in your arousal, bringing you to the edge and helping you ride it out once that chord has snapped. you felt yourself grow warm as the pleasure consumed you, clenching around her tongue. she came up to kiss you, her tongue sure to penetrate your lips so that you could taste yourself.
“am i forgiven?” she smiled and you couldn’t help shoving her playfully at the look she was giving you.
“yeah, i’d say so.”
i’ll trade you | c.sweet
cairo sweet x fem!reader
context. you ask a pretty girl for a cigarette, she asks for something in return.
warnings. smoking, tobacco usage, flirting.
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you debated going up to her, tapping her on the shoulder to ask for a cigarette. that was before she turned around, a cloud of smoke escaping her slightly reddened lips. she was fucking gorgeous. and it rendered her extremely intimidating. the craving however, wasn’t even slightly bearable when the familiar scent drifted to where you were standing.
“i genuinely hate to ask, but could i get a cigarette?” your heart was beating impossibly fast, as you planted your feet in front of the brunette. her eyebrows raised slightly before she scanned your body, and returned to stare you in the eyes.
“i’ll trade you.” she said simply, before bringing the cigarette back up to her lips. she didn’t bother elaborating, she wanted you to ask.
“what do you want?” you were hesitant in asking the question, not quite sure which way it would go.
“your number.” her lips pulled up to the side as she took another hit from her cigarette, the cool winter air accentuating the amount of smoke she exhaled.
“my phone number?” you were slightly taken aback. not only was she interested in girls, she was interested in you.
“no, i want your social security number in exchange for a cigarette.” she replied sarcastically, choked laughter as she spoke.
“sorry it just wasn’t expected, i thought you’d just say no and tell me to fuck off.” her smile widened as she reached for her bag, presumably to pull out her pack of cigarettes.
“i’m sorry, did you want me to?” she teased, now holding the pack in her hands as your eyes drifted towards it.
“no? of course not.” she raised an eyebrow as you made no move to give her your number.
“well? what’s it gonna be?” her finger tapped the pack in her hand as she took the last drag of her own cigarette before putting it out.
“wait you’re serious?” she chuckled at the question.
“dead serious. i saw you looking at me from your spot underneath the tree, so what are you waiting for?” she’d clocked you before you’d even come over.
“yeah i’ll put it into your phone.” you put your palm out in front of her as she placed her unlocked phone in your hand.
“great.” she opened her pack and pulled out a cigarette before closing it and returning it to her bag.
“thanks a ton.” she bit her lip before handing it to you. then she watched you walk away in search for your lighter before you stopped and realised you’d have to back and ask her for one.
“fuck i’m sorry, could i borrow a lighter?” she grinned before shuffling her hands inside her jacket pocket before they went still and she was grasping her lighted.
“i’ll trade you.” she repeated.
“this time it’s my social security number you want?” you joked and she laughed softly.
“guarantee that you’ll go out with me.” there was a hint of arrogance in her voice that you failed to miss, but nevertheless you found yourself agreeing.
“okay, i’ll go out with you..”
“cairo.” she finished for you.
“cairo, i’ll go out with you cairo.” you cupped your hands around the cigarette as she lit it for you.
“perfect, i’ll look forward to it.” she shoved the lighter in her pocket and walked away.
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focused
context. your girlfriend’s been busy all day. all you’re craving is for her focus to be on you.
wired earphones
context. your girlfriend’s attachment to her wired headphones might have been the result of your words.
-> cairo sweet
i'll trade you
context. you ask a pretty girl for a cigarette, she asks for something in return.
It pisses me off so much, always ruins the fic
when i read “jenna ortega x male reader” ????? men used to go to war and build castles and now they’re requesting fanfics on tumblr 😭 go away you freaks shes for the girls only
manifesting 🙏
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wr
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