#-that makes me lose my mind!! That's *HIS* bestie!!! Back off bitch!!

[somegirlsmakemenervous]

There was a frantic knock on the door. Ellie checked the peep-hole, expecting to see her step brother, Richie. Instead, it was her friend, Sofia. She'd barely unlocked it, and Sofia came bursting in.

"Jeez, what's got into you? I thought it was Richie, tryna make it back before he pees his pants again!" She smirked to herself. "Of course... if it was... I wouldn't have opened it so quick!" She giggled a little.

Both her and Sofia delighted in tormenting her step brother. After Ellie had discovered that Richie had had some trouble in the past with bed wetting, and briefly some daytime accidents too, she'd begun teasing him about it. Not long after that, the problem began resurfacing.

"Ellie! Drop whatever you're doin'. We've gotta get over to Jessica's!" Sofia blurted out excitedly.

"Wha...? Who...? Who's... Jessica...?" Ellie muttered in confusion. Most of their friends were mutual, and she didn't recall Sofia ever mentioning a Jessica.

"Alex's girlfriend."

"Alex...?" Ellie paused, somehow now even more confused. "Wait, your boyfriend, Alex...? His... girlfriend?"

There was another frantic banging on the door. This time, it was Richie. He had a key, but Ellie's key was already in, so it couldn't be unlocked from outside.

"Ellie...! Please...! I gotta peeee...!" he whined.

Ellie rolled her eyes. While she'd wanted to keep him locked out there until he pissed himself anyway, she was now far more interested in her friends apparent love triangle. "In a minute, don't get your panties in a bunch!" she yelled out.

"Least of his worries!" Sofia giggled, always happy to see Richie lose it in his pants. She called out to him, "Yeah, sorry... just having a little girl talk in here. Be a big boy for me and hold it...!" she teased. She knew the poor boy had a crush on her, which only made it funnier for her.

"Yeah... anyway..." she turned back to Ellie, "so... I got talking to this girl in line for Starbucks, and she gets talking about her boyfriend, and everything she says about him I'm like... oh, mine too! And when she mentions his actual name I'm like... that cannot be a coincidence. Turns out it wasn't!"

"The son of a bitch!" Ellie exclaimed. But while she would've expected outrage, her friend looked positively giddy with excitement. "Uhh... and... are you... OK...?" she asked.

"Oh! Better than OK!" Sofia grinned. "We were both pissed but, hey, neither of us knew about the other so, we figured he was cheating on both of us. And girls gotta stick together, so it's time for a little payback!'"

"Ohhh... Okayyy..." Ellie smirked. "What'd you have in mind?"

Sofia giggled. "Well... we were at Starbucks anyway..."

Ellie burst out laughing. Knowing exactly what that meant. "Ohh... Ordered off the menu, did ya?" she grinned wickedly.

"That, is exactly what we did..." Sofia confirmed. "So... when he get's over to her house, my new bestie, Jess, is gonna have a fresh, fountainoluccino ready and waiting for him. So he's gonna have an unexpected need to pee about 5 minutes later. And what he's really not gonna be expecting, is to find both of his girlfriends there!"

"Ha ha! You Bitch! I love you!" Ellie cackled. "Almost enough to forgive you calling this girl your bestie!" she pouted, but with a hint of a smirk.

"Aww... sorry, babe!" Sofia cooed. "You know you're my real bestie. Hey, that's why I'm telling you to come over. You're not gonna wanna miss this!"

"Mmm... you're right about that..." Ellie purred. "Can't wait to see the look on his face when you bust him. He's gonna piss himself for real!"

The pair of them burst out laughing.

"I'd bet a lot of boys would wet themselves just knowing they'd been caught!" Sofia giggled. "Buuuut, we wanted to make doubly sure!"

It was just then, Richie tried once again, rapping on the door to get his Step Sister's attention. "Nnnnggghhh... Come ooonnn! Pleeeaasssee... open the door...!"

"Oh yeah... speaking of boys pissing their pants..." she chuckled. She turned to Sofia. "Should I let him in...? I mean... If we let him in now, he could still make it to the bathroom in time..." she teased her friend, "but I know you're in a big rush to go see your new bestie..."

Sofia grinned mischievously. "Hmm... yeeeaahhhh... buuut... I'm sure we have a few minutes to spare..." the pair of them started giggling at the thought of once again forcing Richie to piss himself. And they didn't expect it to take long.

"Come oooonnn... this isn't fair!" he begged. "I made it home, you're just not letting me iiinnnn!"

On the other side of the door, Sofia giddily watched him clutching himself through the peep-hole and giggled. "Hey..." she whispered, giving Ellie a sly wink, "I've got an idea!"

Sofia opened the door and pulled Richie inside. "Oh heeeyy... c'mere, youuu" she giggled, hugging his face into her considerable chest.

Ellie covered her face as her friend teased her helpless brother.

"Thanks for waiting. Such a sweetie, letting me hog your big sis like that. And did you keep your pants dry all day for us, like a big boy...?"

With his face buried in her cleavage, he completely forgot about his desperation for a few, brief moments... but that lapse in concentration proved a fatal mistake. A hot geyser of pee erupted from his suddenly hard cock to remind him.

"Oops!" Sofia giggled, releasing him from her embrace. "Well... almost managed it anyway. Better luck next time!" She beamed. "Oh... we still on for Saturday?" She smirked, lauding that while his parents were away, she'd be over to see Ellie and to "Babysit" Richie, as they put it.

"Oh... he can't wait... just look how excited he is!" Ellie giggled at his misfortune, pointing to his soaking wet pants, and obvious erection. "Aww... poor lil' thing. Just couldn't hold all that pee in!" she taunted him.

"Heyyy... don't you listen to mean ol' big sis!" Sofia mockingly reassured him.

"Besides... being a big boy down there, doesn't mean you can't have accidents. As my soon-to-be-ex is about to find out!"

"Ooohhh... Sof... you little slut, you never mentioned that..." Ellie grinned wickedly. "Now I really want to see this!"

They both giggled excitedly.

"Then we'd better get goin'," Sofia smirked. "Seeya Saturday, Richie!" she kissed him on the cheek with an audible smack, causing Ellie to shake her head. That was a bit much, even by her standards.

"Yeesh..." she muttered. "Yeah, later, bro..." she waved as they made their way out. "Oh... and... clean that up before Mom gets home. I'm not gonna tell her but... you know... she can figure that out!" she pointed to the puddle.

"Byesies!" Sofia waved, this time blowing a kiss. As the walked down the driveway she teased Ellie. "Bet the puddle won't be the only mess he needs to clean up while we're gone!"

"Ewwww...." Ellie giggled... "Bet he won't even take his pants off first. Ha ha ... well... he'll be thinking about you so... enjoy that image."

Sofia grinned widely. "Hmmm... I dunno... He is kinda cute!" She giggled at Ellie's reaction. "And I am about to be single again... does he have a girlfriend...?"

Ellie raised an eyebrow and just stared at her. A few seconds later Sofia cracked up laughing, and Ellie shook her head.

"Totally had you going..." she cackled. "But hey, at least I wouldn't have to worry about other women!" Her eyes narrowed. "Alex, on the other hand... he'd better be worried about other women!"

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#pants wetting #mean girls #forced wetting #cute but mean #bathroom block #bathroom denial #bad babysitter #revenge #starbucks #fountainoluccino

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #song lan #a-qing #xiao xingchen #xue yang #The scene where Song lan sees Xue Yang is supposed to be dark and dramatic but there's something about the whiplash of emotions- #-that makes me lose my mind!! That's *HIS* bestie!!! Back off bitch!! #Poor guy wandering around for years looking for his amiguito only to find him with the guy that split you apart in the first place #XY wasn't even trying to flaunt it on purpose. He was just vibing with XXC at the wrong time. #I also love A-qing for being quick on the uptake that these two are so similar its practically like a mirror image. #This also mirrors song lan's first/last appearance with the bff sundae. XY finally gets his revenge (having a domestic life with a bff). #((XXC has no idea what the t-shirt says. He just needed a spare. I like to think XY sewed and embroidered it personally)) #I will get into my xue yang thoughts more later but...man I will always wonder how things would have gone if song lan never showed up #xxc never should have run away (out of shame for causing SL harm). It was always going to cause more harm... #Dont worry SL. XXC still misses you. Some bonds cannot be broken even if time and distance pull you apart.

[talentforlying]

standing before you today to say that the jld writers' choice to assign constantine the house of mystery, aka the one that belonged to cain, was a WILD move and SHOCKINGLY emblematic of a lot of who he is as an archetype, particularly in relation to his family: as betrayer son and brother, defiler of his father's house, favorer of bloodless sacrifice yet steeped in the opposite, the first killer (or so he believes), cardinal sins of pride and envy, murderer of those he claims to love, liar to the face of god. cursed forever to walk alone, city-coded, shielded from vengeance but unable to shield those around him, slaking the earth in blood where he only ever wanted to sow, an eternity of regret is not enough to repair the damage he has done.

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #mind you most of these descriptors are either self-inflicted or driven into him by his father. but do we See the Vision #like babes i don't like a lot of what new 52 did to him but i fucking LOOOOVE what the house of mystery stands for #reason 92479 why i Also go insane about cain + abel imagery with manny the angel too because bitch: You Are Also Cain #manny and nbc constantine? that is cain leading a new him down the same path so he can pass the cycle off and finally be free #that is 'i will steep your hands in blood so that mine may look cleaner' #ALSO why i go feral about the serial killer that killed constantine's dad being called 'the family man' #and why that bit from jubilee's about cain's house collapsing and killing him in the same year as adam's death makes me assign thomas Adam #it's all a wee bit too judeo-christian for hellblazer i fear but for new 52? i'm eating that shit with both hands like a feral raccoon #the ONE redeeming factor for me is that goddamn house of mystery #also there was an spn thread i had some years back with my friend livi (bestie i miss you) where demon dean gave john the mark of cain #and i STILL think about that shit daily. he would think it was appropriate and either bear that shit stoic or lose his goddamn mind #( character study. ) A WALKING PLAGUE OF A MAN.

[merakidoll]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

soundgasm! voice actor nanami had to find inspiration for his script somehow. and you just so happened to be the perfect princess- his neighbor.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎀 ꒱ — warnings : black chubby reader! bimbo reader ( not really mentioned but it’s me sooo duh) infidelity?!! masterbastion ( m & f ). creaming, squirting, nanami has a curveeeeee, voice actor nanami! cum eating, i think nanami’s calls reader princess once! reader x another jjk man ?!? >_< pwp!! 17+ please respect that :)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎀 ꒱ — mirahnote! : i got carried away! it took me thirty minutes to write this, that’s how HEAVY it was on my mind. kisses to my bestie and jazz for reading over this for me <33

“cold” nanami began. “the cold wind blew against the trees. pretty leaves falling yet the man could only focus on the one important attribute.” moving his eyes from the beautiful autumn ground they met yours. your window was open, the cashmere robe hanging off of your shoulders making him eager to see more. “the women was beautiful. one of a kind” he took a deep exhale as you slowly slid the fabric from your naked skin. “her skin looking so soft through the window, so smooth and yummy that my mouth watered- no! the man’s mouth watered, needing to taste it” he groaned at his mistake, but never once lost eye contact with you.

you smirked falling back onto your bed, your legs cascading in the air. a beautiful wet, slimy pussy coming into his view. he could see your hand slide up your legs teasing him. “it took nothing for her pussy to become wet with need. juices dripping from one hole to the next teasing the man in the window.” bringing your hand to yourself, nanami only could imagine the nasty moan that feel from you. “what a needy girl the man thought. he watched how her perfect hands, that had the perfect nails rubbed over her clit. one circle- then another, then her legs began to quiver.” bitting down onto his lips, nanami finally began to give himself the pleasure he had been craving.

slowly undoing his slacks he watched the puddle you began to make on your bed. his curved cock popped out hitting his stomach. he was red in need, pre cum all over himself. gripping his thick dick, he squeezed himself more of him oozing out creating a mess onto the khakis that would be a bitch to clean up. “s-she knew the mind games.” he paused, his hands pumping his length “she knew what he really wanted to see.” you spread your legs wider, using your fingers to spread yourself open. “and she finally-mmm. f-finally gave it to him”as you pushed one finger inside of you. one- but nanami and you both knew that wasn’t nearly enough.

he wished he could see your faces. how you shut your eyes and scrunched your face, but god the view of your fat cunt getting stuffed was making up for it. “there you go — t-the man said. he watched as the second finger b-broke through her walls. fuck princess!” nanami’s balls were so heavy, his cock bobbing in his hands, he was so close - so, so close. “the puddle beneath her g-grew. the man in the window’s cock so painfully hard that h-his vision blurred with each pump to himself.” as you quickened your pace, he matched. you fucked yourself so hard that juices began to squirt out of you.

so nanami squeezed down onto himself, strokes becoming faster and sloppy, “s-so close” he mumbled into the microphone. “soo- mmmfuck there y-you go princess” right as your began to cream all around your fingers. his cum shot out of him. ropes upon ropes falling onto his desk- his microphone. he chanted how much he loved you. how when he had the chance he would fuck your cunt full. his eyes closed, finally losing contact with you and just imagining the blissful dream. taking deep ragged breaths, he opened his eyes. the sight before him pulling at his heart, but shit did it make him hard.

toji stood above you - but looked directly at nanami. with his shit grin he scooped some of your cream off of your sensitive cunt stuffing those fingers in his mouth. “fuck!” nanami spoke into the still cum covered mic. “the man in the window forgot all about her husband.”

#— writings! #nanami x chubby reader #nanami x black!reader #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento x black reader #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #jjk x chubby reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk x plus size reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #anime x chubby reader #anime smut #anime x black!reader

[lilacevans]

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧': 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)

✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 375.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: breeding, dirty talk, usual filthy ari

✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous

✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: wakey wakey besties, new drabble just dropped!!!!! hiiiii!!!! how ya been!! i've missed u all sm so i return with a little ari drabble <33 all of this was written on my phone so pls mind the mistakes and lemme know what u think!!!<3

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here. *this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

“You fuckin’ feel me, pup? Hmm? Feel me deep in this little cunt?” Ari rambled heatedly into your ear as his hips battered against the meat of your ass. Your frame bent underneath him, your breath moistened the sheet below you; pitiful moans and pleading whines were the only thing to fall past your spit slicked lips as your head swirled with everything Ari. 

“S’matter? Can’t speak? Can’t think?” Ari teased before lifting a little to snake an arm around your neck, bicep hugging your throat while he continued to fervently fuck into you. You couldn’t help but meet his thrusts, arching your back to drive your hips together harder, deeper. “That’s it, ‘atta girl, fuck yourself back on my cock. Keep it goin’, baby. Gonna fill you to the brim, breed this tight pussy.” 

A cock-drunk smile cracked across your lips hearing Ari’s lustful rants. One thing about Ari is that it was guaranteed that he’d lose all ability to keep his filthy thoughts to himself once inside you. 

“Whining like a bitch in heat. You want it? You want me to breed you, hmm? Knock you up with a little pup, mmm? Send you to Curtis’ next for a fill, then your golden boy— your Stevie,” Ari spat his name like it was venom on his tongue as he drove his cock deeper into your aching cunt. “Then your Jakey… Although he prefers this little hole, doesn’t he?”

Ari’s thumb pressed against the tight ring, the pad of his thumb slick with his spit, or the leaking wetness spilling from around his cock.

“Finish you off with Pete and that awful, mean Lloyd, hmm? Make sure you have a whole litter. Nothin’ but a hole for us to fill— Fuck,” Ari cut off, strangled and twisted as you felt his hips stutter, your head dropping to the pillow below as he filled you and used his softening cock to fuck his cum deep inside you. 

#chris evans #ari levinson #dark!chris evans #dark!ari levinson #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levison x reader #chris evans characters #dark chris evans fic #dark au #dark verse #pete's place #ari: pete's place #cevans #lila writes #lila's drabbles #pete's place: the drabbles

[idyllicbarb]

Freak In You

description: your famous best friend wants to be more than friends

warnings: possessiveness, jealously, smut, cursing, drinking, daddy-name calling, dirty talk, etc

inspired by: tiktok

bolded = sentence prompt!

It’s not like the Bengals Quarterback to want a relationship at a critical time in his life. The Bengals are in route to head back to the Super Bowl, meaning Joe needs to stay more focus than ever. But then there’s you, it’s something about you that Joe says has some type of hold over him. It wasn’t suppose to be like this, the two of you are best friends, have been since fourth grade. As the years have came and went, Joe started developing a crush on you. You’re everything Joe wants in a woman, so he started to hate the thought of you with anybody else but him. Seeing you at a club with all the guys looking your way set him off.

He was standing with a group of his teammates, you happened to have come in with a group of your friends. You didn’t notice Joe at first but he noticed you, his jaw clenched seeing your outfit. Fashion to you is a big statement, so you always step out being the baddest bitch in the room. Joe loves it, but hates how much attention you get from other men. Anybody playing for the Bengals knows how much Joe wants you, he damn near talks about you all day everyday to his teammates.

“Ou, Joe’s girl here y’all.” Ja’Marr jokes and all of Joe’s teammates snicker as his face turns red.

One of your homegirls taps your shoulder, seeing how majority of the Bengals players were staring at you. Turning around you lock eyes with your best friend and smile while walking towards him, you didn’t pay no mind to Joe’s teammates moving back as you walked up to your best friend.

“Hi Joey, I’ve missed you!” You squeal before giving Joe a big hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms hug your waist pulling you in closer to him. He loves the perfumes you wear, it gives Joe comfort whenever you come near him. If anybody was watching y’all, they would think you and Joe are a couple.

“I missed you too, beautiful.” Joe whispers in your ear making you giggle softly. You turn away from Joe, coming in contact with Ja’Marr and Tee looking in y’all direction with their cups in their hands. Joe groans making you laugh even though, you really don’t know why Joe and his teammates are acting like this. While looking into his eyes, Joe senses you staring at him and looks down giving his signature smile. That smile that makes any woman take their panties off for him.

You didn’t want to think that Joe has a crush on you, due to the fact that y’all have been best friends since fourth grade. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship, Joe makes you happy in any imaginable way possible. Losing Joe would damage you, big time. Trust, he feels the same way as well. You have feelings for Joe too, but they’ve been hidden, due to fear of Joe rejecting you. The way he’s holding you right now and how his teammates are acting, the feelings are mutual.

Pulling away from Joe, you look into his eyes, “I’mma go party with my friends, if you need me bestie, you know to call me.” Joe licks his lips while nodding and you want to be a puddle on the floor. You don’t even know how you managed to walk away after seeing that. Sitting down with your friends at the bar, you tell them everything that just happened.

Meanwhile, the boys are poking fun at Joe and he playfully rolls his eyes, watching you have fun.

It’s been an hour or two since you’ve been in the club, you’re sort of intoxicated. But nothings stopping you from having fun, Joe checks up on you throughout the night and that’s fine with you. Joe never wants you to be uncomfortable at any moment, while you’re around him. He probably wanted to give you a ride home, so he can take care of you in the morning.

You and a few of your friends are still at the bar when a man walks up to you with a grin on his face. You smile at him, he’s a cute one, his smile is a smile that reminds you of Joe’s.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?” He asks sweetly. You think to yourself and are about to give him a response until you hear a familiar voice near you.

“Nah, she’s good.” Joe states, wrapping his arms around your body while staring down the man. The man looks at you two with a confused look on his face before walking off while shaking his head, you turn towards Joe with a questionable look on your face.

“What was that for? He wanted to buy me a drink.” You frown slightly, your lips pouting making Joe want to lean in and kiss them. He just shakes his head softly, staring at you.

“I could’ve bought you a drink if you wanted one.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t, another man can buy me one too, Joesph.” Those words alone make Joe eyes turn slight grey, his jealously rising by the minute.

“Is that so?” Joe asks quietly leaning in closer, your world was beginning to spin. A moan is attempting to come out of you, you’re trying to think to yourself as to why you find that so attractive. Joe getting possessive and jealous of you is a turn on, maybe, maybe not. You’d never tell him.

You decide to test the waters with your next response, “Yeah, anything you do, another man can do ten times better.” You smirk feeling Joe tense up behind you while you stand from your seat.

You walk off, swaying your hips, knowing that Joe is staring at you. If he wanted to act this way, than you’re going to act out as well.

As the night went on, you see Joe staring at you while you’ve been dancing, gaining everybody’s attention. There were several men who wanted to take you home with them. You politely decline, giving them your prettiest smile ever. Although you’ve been entertaining men in the club, it feels good to know Joe wants you all to himself.

You were sitting down in your VIP Section, when your friend taps you to show you multiple women all up in Joe’s face. Laughing to yourself, you pull out your phone to text Joe.

‘You and all your little girlfriends cute.’

You see him open up his phone almost immediately, he turns and looks at you before texting back.

‘Jealous?’

‘Jealous? When there’s plenty of men, who want me? Lol.’

‘Keep it up.’

‘You say that as if you’re going to do something to me.’

Joe doesn’t respond for a minute and you believe that he’s done fucking with you. It’s only a couple of minutes later, when a text notification pops up on your phone.

‘You won’t be able to walk straight after I’m done with you.’

You cross your legs and look up at Joe who has a cocky smirk on his face. Your reaction makes him feel good about what he texted.

‘There’s plenty of women in your face that you can say that to, why me?’

‘You know why, stop playing with me mama.’

‘They only want me for money and fame, fuck ‘em. I’ve been wanting you for years, you make me crazy. Everything about you drives me insane. You got me wrapped around your little finger, mama.’

‘I can always show you better than I can tell you, you know this.’

You stop reading Joe’s text messages, feeling your wetness in your panties, you get up from the couch and excuse yourself from your friends. You head off to the restroom, needing a minute to yourself. Walking down the hallway, two of Joe’s teammates walk past you giving you a look that you can’t understand. You shrug, already sexually frustrated. Putting your back on the wall, you sigh loudly before opening your phone.

“What’re you doing here by yourself?” You heard Joe’s voice before he towers over you. Grabbing your chin, Joe lifts your head up, “Attempting to get away from you, your teammates, and the horny shit you texting me.” You roll your eyes, looking at any and every thing but Joe.

“..Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No. I just-

“Can’t handle me. Noted.” You roll your eyes, feening irritation. Of course you can handle everything that comes with Joe. “There’s nothing for me to handle, how can I not tame you if you can’t even show me how much you want me?” You question, tilting your head to the side. Joe laughs while pulling you closer, “Keep talking shit and I’ll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours.”

You let out a low moan at Joe’s words. He smirks trailing his hands down your body. You decided to wear a mini skirt, leaving much easy access. Joe let out a growl, realizing that anybody could see what’s under your skirt. He doesn’t know yet, but you decided not to wear any panties with your outfit.

You bite your lip seductively, “How about you show me.”

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into mama or maybe I could show you the things I want to do to you. You’d like it if the entire club sees me fucking the shit out of you, you want everybody to know you’re mines, hm?”

You whimper when Joe hand reaches up to your throat, squeezing slightly, “I would, I would really like for you to do that.”

“I love when you talk like this, baby.”

Joe does, a lot, he also likes the sound of you moaning his name repeatedly. The moment you two got into his car, he bent you over his lap, spanking you countless over times until your wetness was leaking on his leather seats.

“Can you touch me pretty please, my pussy is so wet for you, Joey.” You whine, pulling your skirt off slowly to show how much you needed Joe to fuck you senseless. Peering his eyes over your way, Joe sees as your chest rises and falls from the heavy breathing you’re doing due to trying to make yourself have an orgasm.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

Those words make you cum, your loud moan couldn’t be controlled.

Joe reached over, running a finger up and down your core, feeling how horny you are for him. He pulled back after a couple of minutes, licking his finger as you stare at him, “You taste so good mama.”

“I do?”

“The prettiest and best pussy ever mama.”

You sit up in the seat, cleaning up the mess you created, “Thank you Joey.”

“Joey? You still think that’s my name at the moment?”

“..What would you like to be called?” You inquire, you knew what he was implying you love the way that Joe has been dirty talking to you.

“I have a few names in mind, ma.” That’s the only thing Joe says to you before the rest of the car ride is silently with the sexual tension getting stronger and stronger.

The moment Joe parks his car in the garage, you slowly make your way inside his house, legs still a bit numb due to your orgasm in his car. You sit on the kitchen counter, taking off your outfit so Joe can use you any way that he wants to. You didn’t realize he has been watching you from the door until you’re finished pulling off your shirt. He has a grin on his face that makes you weak, walking over towards you.

“Can I go down on you?” Joe asks pulling you to the edge of his counter top, you nod with a smile on your face. Joe gets down on his knees, kissing your thighs with light pecks before leaning forward to run his tongue down the slit of your core.

Joe pushes down on your stomach making you rest your back on the cold counter as he continues to devour you. Your back arches once you feel that building tension in your stomach, making a weak attempt to push Joe’s head away he grabs both of your wrist pining them down to the surface.

“Oh fuck, daddy! Please I’m about to cum.” You moan pulling Joe’s hair softly so you wouldn’t hurt him. This is the best head you’ve ever received, Joe has you on cloud nine.

Joe adds two fingers speeding up his pace you so can come all over his face, the idea of Joe being a slut for you made you want to give him whatever he wants.

You cum all over his face, your legs still shaking as Joe pulls you in for a kiss, tasting yourself on your lips. “How did I do beautiful?” Joe asks pulling you off the counter and into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his waist to walk upstairs to his room.

“You did good daddy.” You respond with trailing kisses down his neck. Joe kicks open his bedroom, laying you on the bed while you sit there watching him take off his clothes. You sit up, eyes trained on each other, when Joe pulls your legs apart again leaning down to kiss your stomach.

“Are you ready for me? I don’t want to hurt you. Do you need anything, I want this to be a pleasant experience for you.” Joe says with concern in his voice for you after he’s done leaving love bites down your body.

“Yes, I.. I want this as much as you do, Joe, make me feel good.” You explain, running your hand up and down his chest.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

You think for a minute before replying, “No.. I want to feel you inside of me, Joe.”

“Are you-

“I’m positive, I’m comfortable with having sex with you, I promise Joe, I’ll let you know if anything is wrong.” You try to ease Joe with your soft spoken words, kissing him so angelic on his lips.

You feel the tip of Joe’s dick at your entrance, you two both moan at the noises your pussy is making. You grind slowly against Joe to create more friction, Joe’s hands grab your waist to help you.

A loud gasp escapes your throat when Joe fully enters you, thrusting back and forth slowly to create some kind of rhythm here. “This pussy so good mama.” Joe praises after he speeds up the pace, sucking on your nipples. You can’t form not a single thought, so stuck on how good Joe’s fucking you right now.

The way he’s talking to you and treating your body is almost making you want to come so early, but you can’t, not with the feeling of wanting to be here all night long. Everything that Joe has said in regards to his feelings about you, is becoming true. For Joe, to be able to show and make love to the one whose had his heart since elementary school, is a blessing for him. Being able to show affection to you means more than any AFC Championship or Super Bowl win in Joe’s opinion.

"What pretty noises you're making for me, am I making you feel good?" Joe cooed in your ear when he leans forward and tongue kisses you while also fingering your core.

You moan into Joe’s mouth feeling yourself climax all over Joe, looking down at the mess you’ve made, you giggle while licking your cum from off your fingertips. Joe swears under his breath when he sees you do that, “I want you to take you from behind pretty girl.”

You nod your head in response, a whimper comes from your lips when Joe pulls out of you. He turns you around quickly, pushing down on your back so you can arch the way he wants you to. Re-entering you, Joe pulls your hair as your ass bounces on him, “You can take daddy’s dick, right baby?”

“Ah! I can take daddy’s dick!” You cried out when Joe hits your g-spot, making you feel things you haven’t felt in a while.

You turn your head to look at Joe in his eyes, with the way he has you screaming, you probably weren’t going to have a voice in the morning. You don’t mind, because Joe will take care of you, always.

“Move your hands, I’m not fucking playing with you.” Joe demands when you lazily attempt to push him away because of him pounding into you. When Joe realizes you’re not going to move your hands, he grabs both your wrist and holds them together behind your back. You were now definitely seeing stars.

“Are you gonna come for me baby, hm? Can daddy see that pussy leak out with your cum?” Joe asks when he sees your legs shaking meaning you are about to have another orgasm for the night.

“Yes.. fuck! Daddy I’m com-

You chock on your words when your climax hits you like a freight train. Joe grunts lowly, swearing, when seeing your reaction.

“Where you want daddy’s nut, ma?” You turn to look at Joe again before opening your mouth. He pulls out of you and waits for you to kneel, once you’re kneeling, you allow Joe to throat fuck you until his seed is shooting down your throat. You moan, liking the thought of being used like this. You open your mouth to show Joe that you’ve swallowed all of his cum.

Joe pulls you back up on your feet for a kiss, he grabs underneath your ass to hold you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. He climbs in the bed and you hiss from feeling his dick at your entrance, “Sensitive?” Joe teases, you roll your eyes at his cockiness.

It stays quiet for a while, you two are both sweaty, but neither of you want to get up right now. It feels good to be in one another’s presence right now.

“I’m sorry for getting a little carried away.” Joe apologizes rubbing his finger through the marks he made on your body. You shrug your shoulders with a silly smile on your face, “It’s okay, I enjoyed every moment.”

Joe looks at you with questions in his eyes, “I’m sure, I promise you, you didn’t hurt me nor did I feel uncomfortable. You made me feel really good baby.” You reassure Joe, kissing his lips softly to prove your point.

“Can we talk about the next steps in our.. relationship in the morning? I’m too tired beautiful.” Joe says laying his head on your stomach, you run a finger through his hair, “Of course, I don’t mind my love, I was about to ask if we can go to sleep.”

Joe face lights up with joy, pulling you in for a sleepy tongue kiss, “Thank you, I’ve dreamed about you being in love with me for so long.”

You smile at Joe, “You mean so much to me, Joey.” You yawn unexpectedly and Joe pulls you in to spoon you, your back hitting his chest. You turn around, kissing Joe once last time for the night before going to sleep, “I love you, Joey.”

“I love you more, mama.”

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outer banks ● one girl two guys pt. 4 ● j. maybank + t. thornton

warnings

angst / hurt comfort / fluff. Complicated relationships, reader/you does not get along with Kiara Carrera at all, mentions of reader/you having a not so great home life, 🍃 and alcohol + confrontations, partying and potential violence between characters, eventual filth.

<- reader is female. vague descriptors including hair/clothes/body parts and personality traits, possibly a nickname or petname.

word count

4008 exactly. Welcome to part 4, babes. pt 3 is ( here ) for missing context.

y'all are gonna be so tiredt of this i s2g, but i'm having a blast. i've never played around with this type of scenario before.

summary

( continued from here, a few days later )

Two guys, one girl. There's no way this is gonna go painlessly, right? Who will you wind up with by the end of it all, Kook or Pogue? How much will you lose along the way?

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other links

masterlist ● jjs masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

JJ spots you sitting in the sand,your knees drawn up and the wind blowing your hair. He pauses and takes a  deep breath. Does a quick look around as jealousy floods him at the thought he’s having about the way Topper Thornton is always lingering close by to you lately. A fat raindrop makes contact with his skin as he wanders over and flops down, sitting beside you wordlessly.

“Hey.” 

You jump a little because you were lost in your own mind and you didn’t hear or see JJ when he wandered up and sat down. You take a sip of the Dr. Pepper sitting next to you and shift your gaze from the choppy water over to JJ.

“Hey.” you finally respond.

JJ takes another deep breath. “I know you’re mad..” he starts. Goes quiet. Takes off his baseball cap and drags a hand through platinum colored hair. He glances over at you and then continues, “I know, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t say something. I was just kind of worried about you.”

You look up, raising the Dr.Pepper bottle to your lips. JJ shifts around the way he’s sitting as blue eyes catch on the way your mouth looks wrapped around the opening in the bottle. He coughs abruptly. You still haven’t said anything to him beyond the quiet Hey a few seconds ago. And his stomach is churning, it’s doing lazy flips inside him.

“See, here’s the thing.” you place the bottle back down in the sand next to you. “You really weren’t. I think you spent the whole time we talked prodding me about Topper and asking me to be nicer to Kie.. Or am I remembering wrong?”

“I asked how your mom was! You’re the one who told me everything was fine. I’m not a mind reader, ___.” he fumes, words dying away on his lips as soon as he looks at you and it sinks in just how much you're hurting lately. And he's angry with himself because it's mostly his fault.

“And you weren’t a jerk either. You’re changing, okay? It hurts.” you interrupt before you can stop yourself. 

“I’m not though.” JJ insists. "I've just been busy. There's been a lot going on, damn it."

Yeah, you think, a lot of stuff that you're shutting me out of when you normally wouldn't. 

Instead of saying it out loud, you shove the thought down. Go quiet for seconds that feel like hours to him as he's sitting there, taking a deep breath. Staring out at the water and trying like hell to keep from letting himself look like a bitch and start crying.

“You haven’t asked if I wanted to hang a single time since..” you raise a hand, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “I wish I’d never gotten high with you guys that night and acted like that. You’ve been distant and cold since. I was stupid.”

“No..” JJ protests, going quiet. Because you’re not wrong, it was awkward. It was awkward in the sense that he hadn't known what to do or how to respond when it happened. This didn’t mean he didn’t want you being affectionate towards him or that he didn’t like it or anything like that, it just felt.. Wrong at the time. And just having that thought feels so bad, it’s so hard for him to have. He doesn’t want it, it feels intrusive.

But then he thinks about watching the sun set with Kie the night before when you bailed on him at the last second. Fair enough, he’s aware that he bailed on you most of the summer. And he hasn’t been telling you anything that’s gone on, you freaked out when he went missing, only to have him return and not offer any sort of explanation.

He knows he’s one thousand percent in the wrong.

He knows he’s been a shitty best friend. He knows he’s pushing you further and further away but he doesn’t know how to stop it from happening.

“It’s not that, okay?” he’s looking at you, you’re looking at choppy water. You shrug. “It’s really not a big deal. If you’re out here to ask if I’m okay with you and Kie, I don’t care. It’s  your life, JJ.”

The whole time you’re saying it, you can feel your stomach churn. You can feel the bitterness in your mouth because you don’t mean a single word of what you’re saying to him. You want to be angry, you want to scream, to make a scene, to finally be brave enough to tell him what you’ve already tried and failed at showing him.

Most of all, you want this nagging feeling in your gut that you’re losing him to leave entirely. You want your sunshine boy back. The one who wants to be around. The one who doesn’t keep secrets or leave you out of things just because they might be a little ‘too dangerous’.

“You don’t..” JJ trails off. Tenses up slightly. “You don’t mean that. Just do it already. Get pissed. Do something, ___ because this isn’t like you, cupcake.”

“Maybe I’m tired, JJ. You can only fight the current so long before you drown. Maybe I’m just ready to drown.”

“That’s fucking morbid.” JJ mumbles. And he glances over at you, concern in baby blue eyes. Your ocean eyed boy and your heart is breaking when the thought comes because you knowit’s happening. You’re losing him. One day, maybe not long from now with the way things are going to hell in a hurry, you’ll see him in the street and you won’t even acknowledge. 

His next question makes you laugh to yourself quietly and turn to look at him with a brow raised when he asks, “You don’t.. Like you don’t wanna die or somethin..”

“What the hell? No. No, JJ, I don’t want to die. I’ve got too much spite in me for that?” you laugh softly. “It was a metaphor. Just a metaphor.” and you go quiet again. Digging your toes into cool, damp sand.

“If she really makes you happy, go for it.”

“I think she might.” JJ answers quietly. “Can’t you give her a chance? You guys used to be best friends.”

“Nope. That ship sailed. It sailed when her mom had to go butting in. She’s the reason I nearly had to go live with the old man over in Figure 8.. Or did you forget? And Kiara’s the one who put her up to calling in the first place.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I have a feeling.”

JJ grumbles quietly. In a sour mood now, he asks with a scowl, “Where’s your appendage today, huh? Over on Figure 8? Golfing? Whatever the fuck it is they do?”

You roll your eyes and shrug. “Topper comes and goes when he wants. It’s not like I’m his girl or something. He doesn’t own me and I don’t own him.”

JJ looks at you. “Are you trying to say something?”

“Nope.” but he knows damn well you are. He knows that sometimes he was possessive. A little bit too overprotective when it came to you. Because it caused clashes so many times over the course of your friendship.

It never bothered you before though. You told him once that you liked it. Then after certain things went down and he tried acting like everything was normal and it felt too weird to do.. He just kind of stopped.

He’s wondering if it bothers you.

“I’m sorry. I mean it. I’ll be around more, alright? You’re not going to lose me, ___. You’re stuck with me.” he chuckles as he looks at his hand. “Blood pact.”

You manage a weak laugh and you shrug. “Things have to change sometimes, JJ. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re with Kiara now, you should enjoy that. Enjoy her.” but what you aren’t saying is that you won’t be around to bear witness because you refuse to subject yourself to it.. Or to her. Because you can’t stand her and you’re not going to pretend otherwise. It’s bad enough that you do it for the sake of a job that puts food on the table and occasionally, pays whatever bill your mom magically forgets.

“But you’re my best friend. And I care about you too.”

“I know, JJ. I know you do.”

“I haven’t acted like it lately.” JJ admits, dropping his shoulders slightly. You lean back, propping elbows in the sand. “It kind of goes two ways though, doesn’t it? I could’ve reached out sooner, I know where you live, it’s just..” you go quiet and shake your head. “Nothing. It’s dumb and I’m not gonna be like her.”

“What? Tell me, ___.”

“You’ve been busy a lot lately. With John B and Pope. And I didn’t want to bother you with the stupid bullshit that’s been going on? Because it’s not different  than it was or anything, so there wasn’t any need to bother you. I just.. You could’ve asked me to help too.”

“It was too  dangerous and you know it.”

“I’m not a child, JJ.” you rub the bridge of  your nose and laugh a little. “It kind of feels like you just wanted to leave me out. Because things got weird.”

JJ mulls it over. “Whatever you think.”

“I’m not wrong. Look,we’ve both been shit at the best friend thing lately. Not just you.”

“I could’ve come by.”

“You could’ve let me know you were alive when you took off and went missing too. I was worried sick. Then you come back and it’s like.. Nothing. Not a word.”

JJ stretches and leans back with you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” you mumble, falling silent again.

“You’re not seriously into Topper…” he asks, going quiet. Staring at you expectantly. Waiting on an answer.

You shrug. “I don’t know, okay? He’s nice.”

JJ scoffs at this. “He’s an asshole. He jumped Pope.”

“I know. Why the hell do you think I’m not all over him? Because I’m not lying when I tell you that physically, the attraction is there. But then I think of all the shitty things they’ve done to us in the name of some stupid ages old feud.. And I dunno, okay?”

“So you’d fuck him?”

“You don’t want an answer to that, JJ.” “Actually, I do.”

You take a deep breath. “Probably. Doubt that’s what he wants though. Can we talk about anything else? I’m not asking you if you want to fuck Kie, am I?”

“Nope. But this is different. He’s one of them, cupcake. Kie isn’t.”

“But here’s the thing, JJ.. Technically, she’s as much one of them as Topper.”

“She’s not.”

“Whatever, JJ. I’m not fighting with you. If you want to fight, go find somebody else, okay? I’m tired.”

And there’s something about the way you say it that has him moving to sit closer. Slipping an arm around you and pulling you against him til you can smell the faint sweat and saltwater in his skin and hair. You know you need to pull away but you can’t because it hits you how bottled up you’ve kept everything and JJ’s just letting you rant and rave, an arm around you as he listens.

For a minute, it feels like nothing’s changed.

This all changes when Kie clears her throat. She gives you a slight glare as you pull away from JJ and wipe at your eyes while standing. “I’m going to go now, JJ. See you around.”

As soon as your gone, Kiara folds her arms and pouts up at JJ. “What the hell was that about? Did she say anything about why she’s so angry at me lately?”

“Not a word, babe.” JJ watches you walk away and Kiara notices. Sighing to herself. Upset because she’s starting to realize that sooner or later, she’ll either lose JJ to you or JJ won’t have his best friend anymore because you’ll move on. Distance  yourself from him. From all of them, probably.

And it really bothers her because she never meant to cause any of this. All she wanted to do was be with JJ.

“This isn’t your fault, Kie. She’s been like this all summer, okay?” JJ mutters, managing a smile, slipping an arm around her. “C’mon. Let’s go surf or something.”

But he catches sight of you as you disappear into the dive you like to play pool and darts in and he's wondering if any of what's happening is right. Is he making a big mistake? 

—

"Damn, girl."

You roll your eyes and just as the asshole reaches for a handful of your ass, a throat clears from behind you. 

"Hey, didn't anybody tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" Topper’s looking at the older man in disdain, arms folded over his chest.

"Top.." you start, but you're too tired to insist that this is strictly a you problem, after all you're the one who turned in forged papers to get a job working the bar in the first place. And something tells you if you were to point that out, he'd still do it.

And maybe deep down, you like it. It feels nice to let someone else handle something instead of doing what you normally do and just handle it yourself.

"This your man?"

"Well-" you start to say he's not but he speaks up in a hurry. "As far as you're concerned, yeah.. yeah I am."

The man scowls about Topper’s answer and Topper smirks, giving you an amused shrug as he walks away, disappearing into the crowd in the back.

You put it down to another chance encounter and you assume he's long gone but as you make your way through a crowd so thick you almost can't breathe, hands grab you by the hips and you're standing out in the alley behind the bar before you can even process. 

"Hey. Easy. It's just me." Topper could see you about to react like you would if a stranger grabbed you and he wants to calm you down. You let your head roll back and lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

 "It's a madhouse in there, huh? How are you even working here?" Topper asks, stepping up into you. He shields the flame to your lighter as you light your cigarette. You shrug. "I know people, lets leave it at that.. It's this or live without electricity for a while." you laugh quietly, "but I'm fucking exhausted."

You step away from him a little so the smoke doesn't smother him. 

"I figured you left." you speak up after a long pause. Topper watches as you thump your cigarette towards a puddle nearby and then he looks up, locks eyes with you. 

"I was going to. Then I remembered how many times a week Peterkin gets called down here. I didn't wanna leave you alone in this crap."

You exhale and it's shaky. Squeeze your eyes shut as you lean against the wall to rest a little. Your ass is numb from the amount of times some overgrown frat boy masquerading as a man has grabbed it tonight.

You hate this job already but you hate the prospect of asking anybody for anything even more, especially if that somebody happens to be the rich asshole who fathered -and totally fucked up at raising- your mom. 

"Are you okay,___?"

"I'll live." you let Topper pull you off the gravel where you'd sank down to sit on the ground. When he pulls you up it puts you pressed up against him and you melt into him even more. You're exhausted, you're dead on your feet and there's a whole hour left in your shift to go yet.

Topper tries to stop himself but he can't. An arm wraps around you. You don't even try to get distance between you. "You smell so good." it slips out before you can stop it and you want a hole to open up and suck you down. You don't dare look up at him, you can't. 

He chuckles. "Thanks." but what he manages to stop himself from saying back is that he's breathing in the sweet berry scent of your drugstore shampoo and it's soothing, it's the sweetest scent he's ever smelled and it's you. 

Someone hisses your name and you pout at the idea of pulling away and going back into the madhouse.

"I'll hang around.. take you home."

"Top.." you start to protest but you're too tired. And you know it'll be late when your serving shift ends and you'll be twice as dead on your feet than you are now by then. "Don't get in trouble because of me, please?"

Topper chuckles quietly. "I won’t. It's not a big deal."

"Okay. Alright. But if you wanna leave before then, it's okay." you insist. You don't want to make him think he's obligated and you definitely don't want to get too used to him.

You don't want to get too used to him because it'll only hurt in the long run. It always hurts. The thought has you flinching and he notices, studying you intently. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Totally." you make yourself smile at him and just hope that he believes it.

"You're sure?" he's stepped into you. When the guy who works the kitchen clears his throat Topper gives him a calm glare. "She'll be inside in a minute, man. Give her a fucking minute."

You raise up a little, a fist caught in the front of his designer polo. "I better get in there. Listen, if you wanna leave, it's okay, I get it."

As you disappear into the building, he leans against the brick wall and takes several ragged breaths, an attempt to pull himself together.

"Well..if the goal was to stop myself from getting too into her, that's gonna backfire." he muses to himself as he walks over to the door of the crowded bar and steps inside. Finds himself an empty booth in the back and then he waits.

As the end of your shift approaches, you find yourself stopping. Glancing around the bar. When you see no sign of Topper Thornton sitting at any of the tables in your station, you sigh and laugh at yourself, shaking your head.

By the time you’ve clocked out and you’re saying a quick goodbye and thanking the owner for letting you pick up a busy shift for tips, you’re pretty sure Topper’s been gone for a while. But the second you step out of the bar and pause beneath a streetlamp to light up a cigarette, you catch sight of him, leaned against the driver side of his Jeep.

Topper catches sight of you and starts to make his way over, coming to a stop in front of you. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you’re laughing quietly. “You didn’t have to stick around and wait.”

“I told you I was going to.”

You shrug. You almost argue that what he’s doing, consistently promising things and actually holding true, it’s not something you’re that accustomed to. But you don’t. Instead, you smile and nod. “I’m glad this is a one night a week gig. If I did this every night, I’d probably die.”

“Tired, huh?”

“Exhausted, man.” you answer, exhaling deep. “You’re sure you won’t be in deep shit for waiting? I.. I don’t want to be any trouble or anything, okay?”

“For the last time, ___. I told you I was going to. It’s not any trouble, alright?” Topper insists, studying you for a few seconds. He steps up into you and a hand lingers at your hip. Your breath hangs in your throat and you try to remind yourself that if anything, this is a summer fling at best. That he’s a Kook and you’re just a girl from the wrong side of the island. That he’s probably bored, he’s probably just looking for something to salvage what’s left of his summer.

Or maybe the girls over in Figure 8 really are all that boring, stupid and toxic. All you really have to judge by are Kiara and Sarah Cameron, who you barely know and are intent on keeping it that way. So, maybe they’re all just snakes.

“What’s that look for, ___?” Topper asks as the two of you make your way back across a gravel parking lot to where he’s parked his idling Jeep. He opens the door for you on the passenger side and you climb in. He leans in across you, pulling the seatbelt over you and fastening it. And as he straightens, there’s this second or two where you’re nose to nose and you’re lost in the multi-hued depths of his eyes with the scent of whatever designer cologne he wears that smells yummy enough to eat. He bites his lip and you try to  swallow down a lump in your throat. You remind yourself again that he’s a Kook and you’re not.. And if he’s anything like your Pogue friends, that loyalty is stronger than anything else.

The overhead light bathes your face in a dim glow and Topper’s staring. Hard. He’s leaning in before he can stop himself and as soon as he realizes what he was just about to do, he raises a hand and smoothes some hair out of your face to tuck behind your ear gently instead. “What’s on your mind?” he questions, because you’ve yet to answer his question. “Something was funny, you looked like you wanted to laugh.”

You swallow hard again and shrug. “Nothing. Maybe I’m just surprised you were actually still hanging around.”

When you say it, he chuckles quietly. And on the inside, he feels just a little angered and annoyed by everybody who has ever told you one thing and done the opposite. But it’s something he identifies a little too heavy with himself, especially Sarah, he thinks to himself, I would’ve done anything for her, she couldn’t love me and I doubt she even tried. 

“I told you I would. I meant it.”  Topper answers quietly and you nod. Raising a hand to fluff the front of his hair. “Yeah. You did.” you answer, going quiet. He closes your door and makes his way around to the driver side of the Jeep, getting in. And the drive back to your house is quiet. The silence is a little heavy, you notice but you keep the observation to yourself. 

As you pull to a stop in front of your mother’s house, you take a deep breath. “This is me, I guess.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for the um.. The lift.” you smile as you say it, lingering in the passenger door of his Jeep after you open it. “Be careful going home, yeah?”

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

You’re starting to walk towards your house when he calls your name. You turn around, a hand caught in your hair. Waiting.

“So I’m surfing tomorrow. If you want to come with me..”

“The boneyard?” you ask. Topper nods. “Yeah. That’s where Kelce and I usually go.”

You think it over. Glancing at the darkened windows in JJ’s house across the street. Remembering the conversation that you had with JJ earlier.

Knowing damn well that despite his promise, he’s going to spend the rest of the summer wrapped up in treasure hunts and his pretty new girlfriend. And maybe you find yourself wondering what the harm might be..

After all, it’s not like anything will happen between you and Topper, right? Because you have this iron clad vision in your mind of the exact type of girl Topper Thornton typically dates  and probably sleeps with.

And you frown as you remind yourself that you’re not that girl. At all.

You laugh softly. “Yeah! I’ll be there. I mean, I can’t surf or anything, but I’ll watch.”

Topper grins. “See you tomorrow then.”

You give him a thumbs up and he waits until you’ve disappeared into your house before he drives away.

#jj maybank #jj maybank fanfiction #topper thornton #topper thornton fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #topper thornton imagine #jj maybank fanfic #topper thornton fanfic #jj maybank x you #topper thornton x you #jj maybank x yn #topper thornton x yn #jj maybank x reader #topper thornton x reader #<- my writing ● jj maybank #my writing ● topper thornton #<- warnings | complicated relationships ● angst ● fluff / mentions of alch + 🍃 ● confrontations ● violence ● potential filth other. #<- warning | female reader ● vague descriptors ( hair / body parts / personality traits and possibly nicknames ) #fandom ( outer banks ) ● season ( all ) ● characters ( jj maybank + topper thornton )

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playboyy ep 12 stray thoughts

- “damn i hate myself” real

- first soong being cute 🥹🥹

- you know shits about to get emotional when the soundtrack switches to yoiyami

- “you called me a friend when you weren’t pretending to be nant” AND WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND

- zouey and nont besties agenda

- OH GOD ZOUEY BACKSTORY wait noooooo

- i guess the evidence is staying hidden then like boy are they in their failvestigator era oh nvm they found something (that they already knew but still that’s more than they usually get

- promnont !!!

- hold on they finally showing zoueyteena. they can never just give a quick handy either always gotta be invoking the religious implications of a renaissance painting… good for them (yes i include the popcorn scene in this) also top zouey truthers this one was for you!!!

- what are you hiding under that tarp zouey 🤨🤨 i think it’s of nant

- hold on teena’s necklace lmao. is the t for troy no it’s for *too sleepy to finish the bit*

- NO GET A JOB!! STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!

- finna beat the shit out of jason lee give me 10 seconds i could take him out

- what does he mean by keep an eye on…

- oop that scarf zouey in his horse girl era

- THEY DOING WHAT TO WHO?!?!?

- she is not scared of them at all like two absolute kitty cats of toruturers MEKEKFKKRKRJFJFJF NOT THE DUSTERS I CANT

- the drop of sweat deserves an award for perfect timing and i’m being so serious about this

- AHH PROMNONT i can’t handle them being affectionate like it makes me lose my oh not the fuckass product placemntsjdjjdjdjrjrjjejdjr you know what i got me some promnont crumbs i’ll take it

- so i’m gonna see this scene expanded in fic later right 👀 i’ll give a million kisses to anyone who decides to do it

- they can never argue using simple sentences it’s always “i feel bad that you feel bad that i felt bad” and “im mad that you got mad that i got mad” and “if you have a problem that we have a problem than the problem is you’re invalidating my feelings” “i didn’t think you would think about me thinking” like besties….

- see but zouey was kinda right… why is he being made the bad guy, first and captain kinda pissin me off

- girl YOU got him expelled. captain needs to be fr

- NONT WITH THE BIG PANT CROPPED SHORT COMBO THATS MY MAN

- these college athletes are plain evil

- puen lowkey the only one in this show consistently talking sense. i hope he gets his licks back on these bum bitches cause i’ve had it with them

- the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the projection the projection the projection

- THE. HESS BOARD BEING PROJECTED PLAYBOYY SURREALISM FOR THE WON ONCE AGAIN

- captain talking big game for someone who took sneaky clips. hoping this shows growth on his part cause deep down im still rooting for him

- captain sweaty blow up the whole establishment i support you

- NO CAPTAIN THATS NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO DO THATS VERY MUCH MOT WHAT I JUST SAID YOU LITTLE BASTARD

- ooo the outro track finally making sense!! kejrjejdnjdj

- i love the when soong carries first

- oh more food, user @jeffsatyr i’m so sorry

- firstsoong enthusiasts we are so back oh there goes firsts fuckass dad

- captain needs to stop picking fights AND CAPTAINS A YANKEES fan i can’t defend him anymore

- puen fight back!!! he was going easy on captain cause he’s a nice little boy oh shit now aobs gonna kill captain isn’t he…

- captainkeenpuen enthusiasts don’t lose hope!!! we can still win!!

- aobpuen enthusiasts were so back

- THE COLORING THE COLORING THE COLORING

- the characters and 'accurately assessing the media their in' saga continues

- porsche looks like such a baby here. jump listen to porsche pls do not see him again

- cry by johannes bornlof is playing they fr pulling out the nuthphop ballads for the other couples today

- puen is my boy and i will lay down my life for him actually

- NONT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT IM GONNA WALHAT WHAT WYHAHW ok sorry yall him with the gun did sumn to me

- nont once again will not be caught slacking holding someone at gun point be damned AND ITS CAPTAIN WITB THE STEAL POLL?!?!?!?

- nont… i need to know how he picks outfits like did he want the color to match the gun????

- nont chuckling in the corner... i fear he’s lost it

- playboyy once again with the themes of tech and privacy

- captain is lucky puen is lowkey a pacifist

- nont and captain: torturing aob and puen for info about the murder, zoueyteena: painting time !!

- oh my god yall im getting chills like fr speechless i am so…

NUTH MY BABY BOY

- nuth coming through with his amateur directorial visions let’s gooooo

- nont being like “please do a little bit of torture, just for me, please 🥺”

- he playing the funeral violin oh it’s not ending well oh god

- jason lee you will crumble i am so serious about this count your mother fucking days

- nuth scurrying away in the back… also nont where is your marksmanship now

- puen keeps suffering tremendously and he doesn’t deserve a single second of it. free my boy he fr has never done anything wrong

- i think i was right and nuths screenplay is autobiographical

- THEYRE PLAYING AMBIVRLANT THOGUHTS AGAIN NUTHPHOP PIANO BALLAD ENTHUSAISTS WE STAY WELL FED

- nuthphop my beloveds i love them so fucking much you don’t get it no wait why he deleting them oh shit ! phop play shitty games win shitty prizes dawg

- welp

yall this might be one of the strongest eps in a hot minute i loved this one had me at the edge of my seat the whole time

#playboyy the series #playboyy spoilers

[thottie777]

college matt.

part 3.

the next morning you woke up to sound of matt and meg slightly bickering as they laid in bed together. you rolled over and slowly opened your eyes, revealing the couple in front of you, his arms wrapped around her affectionately as she was groaning about how hungover she felt.

“matt seriously get the fuck off me” she complained, tearing his arms away from her, “i’m so hot right now and you’re actually making me feel sick, get off, get off, get off” she leapt up from her bed and ran to the en suite, falling to her knees and projectile vomiting into the toilet. matt looked over at you and rolled his eyes, you laughed, shaking your head and grabbing your phone to do your morning scroll.

matt quickly went over to the bathroom and held meg’s hair as she puked her guts up, he stroked her back and shushed her, helping to calm down and relax her. this bitch did not deserve him, he was too kind for his own good. he grabbed meg a water bottle and helped her up off the floor, leading her back to her bed, kissing her forehead. “you can go now” she said as she sipped out of her oversized stanley, still in a mood, he obeyed and packed up his shit to leave, giving you a jokey salute as he closed the door.

half an hour later your phone lit up and you received an unexpected message from matt.

“there’s a party tomorrow evening at alpha phi, 10pm, hope ill see you there, it’s fancy dress” - matt s 11:00am

you contemplated it and guessed it would be good for you to get out every once in a while. before replying you double checked with your best friend that she could come too and she confirmed immediately, you sighed and replied to matt, dreading the idea of having to be at a frat for a whole night.

“see you then” - y/n 11:15am

-

the next evening you had the dorm to yourself, you presumed that meg was getting ready at matt’s which gave you the space to pre drink and get dolled up with your bestie. you fumbled around your closet looking for items that would make a costume, landing with a rough lara croft inspired outfit. you tugged on your chunky boots, and pulled up your tiny black shorts so high that your fat ass was falling out of them, hardly covering your cheeks at all. you found a khaki green tank that was small and tight enough that a bra was unnecessary, you’d had it long before your tits grew to dd’s so it automatically pushed them up, making your cleavage clear and your breasts look perky. you finished the costume with a messy plait and a leather thigh garter with a fake gun which you already had previously from a police costume.

before leaving for the party you applied some light makeup and dark, smudgy eyeliner, along with a deep lipstick that made your lips look puffy and kissable. you downed multiple shots of vodka to dull the inevitable pain of the party, losing count of how many went down your throat and finally leaving your dorm.

the second you entered the front door, eyes were on you, most guys eyes trailing from your pretty face, to your perfect tits, and then as you walked by them your ass that was practically suited for a pornstar.

you shuffled into the kitchen, pushing through crowds of people and holding onto your friends hand in order to not lose her. you finally made your way to the kitchen island, finding a full bottle of tequila and sharing it with your bestie, taking shot after shot, salt on one hand, lime slice in the other. you were both giggling and swaying as the lime juice trickled down your chin and alcohol burnt your throat. you looked up and saw matt stood directly in front of you with an unreadable expression on his face. he was dressed as flynn rider and meg dressed as rapunzel, you immediately guessed she got to pick the outfit and had no doubt in your mind you were wrong, he looked good though.

*look at that dripping down her chin fuck i’m gonna get hard god she’s so fucking hot i wish that was my cum* he thought to himself.

he shook his head from those thoughts and leaned in to give you a quick hug, introducing himself to your friend and telling megan to say hi as she stood close by. she flashed a fake smile, and mumbled something in his ear, provoking them to both leave the kitchen as he waved goodbye. you followed suit minutes later but quickly lost your friend, feeling suddenly very claustrophobic in this room full of sweaty men and girls in slutty costumes, not that you could say much.

your eyes scanned around and found a dingy sofa that had a spare seat, you sped forward, desperate for the spinning in your head to die down a bit and sat down on the cracked leather. a guy was sitting next you, he was tall and built and wearing an anakin skywalker costume which was fitting since the resemblance was honestly uncanny, he had a corona in one hand and a vape in the other, he was pretty hot, but you were unsure whether that was you or the alcohol talking.

“here alone?” he asked, resting his hand that held his vape above your shoulder on the couch, “may as well be” you replied, taking a swig from your solo cup. “i’m surprised” a puzzled look grew on your face “no pretty girl like you should be left alone at a party as gross as this” you shrugged your shoulders and looked up at him “are you gonna fix that?” you questioned, a smirk creeping on your face as you took another sip, the confidence this vodka was giving you definitely helped in a situation like this, you hadn’t had action in a long time due to your irritating flatmate who had scared off every guy that had even stepped a foot in your dorm.

you grabbed another drink, this time with male company and he took your hand and dragged you back to the living room to where the speaker was the loudest and where couples were dancing together. you sang along to a song together, once it had finished and the next began you turned around as he placed his hands firmly on your hips, pushing your ass against him and swaying you with the music. his lips began to pepper kisses down the back of your neck, which sober you would’ve been embarrassed by since you were in front of so many people, but drunk you was too fazed to protest so you allowed his mouth to run along your skin, pressing your ass a little harder up against his dick and grinding against it.

if you were even slightly less drunk you would’ve instantly felt matt’s burning gaze on you as he sat on the sofa with meg to his side, jaw clenched, watching you be all over this random guy. meg was whispering in his ear but he wasn’t listening to a word of it, he didn’t care, his eyes remained solely on you and the way you danced with this rando. he watched as you turned your body back round to anakin, wrapping your hands round his neck whilst he held tightly onto your curvy hips, the guy was much taller than you, he was much taller than matt, which angered him more than he’d like to admit. matt continued to stare as you gazed up at the other guy, smiling at him before bringing your lips to his, initiating a heavy make out session, matt’s heart dropped as your hands began to grip at anakin’s hair, bringing him closer, watching as his tongue fought yours for dominance, slipping and sliding around around your mouth. he looked like an awful kisser, he was sloppy and out of rhythm, matt could tell by your face you were not feeling it but the alcohol in your system forced you to ignore it, as you continued to taste him, his hands all over you ass, squeezing roughly, which in front of this crowd left you feeling heavily embarrassed, you were not one for pda you didn’t know what had come over you.

you broke the kiss, stepping back and finally having sensible thoughts rush to your head, “i need the toilet” you shouted into his ear so that he would hear you over the blaring music. you had finally escaped him and managed to walk away quickly, you scanned the room again looking for the hallway for the toilet and settled your eyes briefly on the sofa where matt and meg were sat. matt made intense eye contact with you, a look of fury on his face for some reason. before you had time to look away he had grabbed meg from his side and planted her on his lap so that she was straddling him, only then did he break eye contact with you and pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss, both hands gripped onto her (flat) ass as he began to rock her back and forth so that she was practically riding him.

you couldn’t look any longer as you felt a dip in your stomach and a burning sensation in your throat, you immediately sprinted through the crowds of people to get to the garden and grabbed a plant pot to vomit in, not being able to shake the image of matt and meg out of your head. you didn’t understand why you cared so much, you never had before. he wasn’t yours and he never had been, from the day you had met him he was already exclusively megan’s, but the way she got the privilege to feel his lips against hers and have his hands all over her so publicly made you boil with anger. you had pondered so many times how good it would feel to be his, it was a strange feeling, one you constantly tried to shake away, but never fully managed to, around matt all sensibility of yours crumbled.

the outfits i imagined them wearing⬇️

also i didn’t give the best friend a name cos she’s literally never mentioned again, and i’m not giving anakin a name because it’s funnier that way and i can’t be bothered. 💋💋

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #smut #college #party #frat boy

[godsfavdarling]

i am back in my reading era and i know that probably none of you care but i want to write down my thoughts on stuff i read in a previous month <3 i'll probably forget to keep up with this either way!

in march i started acotar, it was okay, a bit meh tbh. and looking back the first book seems more like a first chapter to the whole story.

acomaf was better and acowar just pissed me off and i kind of can't wait to read about nesta in the next books. i like her and i don't get the hate she's getting! she's so real! rhys… yeah… i'm giggling and kicking my feet but also ??? mf invented feminism and idk how he is treated like this incredible ruler while his court is divided in three and it's all a mess. i'm not gonna get into political side cuz obviously no one cares!

overall i just wanted to say that i get why people like this series but i do not understand how many people especially grown women can say it's the best thing they've ever read? doesn't make sense to me but go off! plus im happy my friend and i read it together so i have someone to complain to. if i didn't have someone to vent to i'd lose my mind.

me and my bestie also read bride by ali hazelwood… bitch… it was the worst thing i've ever read. so lazy and stupid and annoying! i hated everything and everyone in it! again i refuse to believe y'all love her books! i'm being constantly lied to by the booktok girls and goodreads reviews!

on a bright side i also read my husband by moud ventura! 5/5! really good! i'm a simple girl! i just love a book about a mentally ill woman!

this one is embarrassing but i also finished unfurl by elodie heart. it was just porn. with priest kink. don't ask. it is what it's supposed to be and i liked it! catholicism, sex club, virginity and all that jazz! so real!

that's it. now im reading happy place by emily henry (i like it a lot so far) and one dark window (so good! hope it won't disappoint cuz i thought i didn't like fantasy very much but turns out i'm a fantasy girl and i just want something actually good after acotar…)

#vera's books #march wrap up #currently reading #book talk #book tumblr #book thoughts #acotar #reading #books and reading #bookish

[theold-ultraviolence]

Baby (like 6yo) Elaena came down with Aeron when it was time for him to inspect the training yard (because he’s getting to be a Big BoyTM and will get to use a wooden sword and train with Kepa soon) and getting mad at some lord who asks why tf she’s there and so she just picks up the heaviest actual weapon she can wield and goes to town on his knees and Aemond, proud kepa that he is, has to figure out how to stop her from literally crippling a grown man.

She gets to go training with Aeron on the grounds that she not touch the real weapons again until she has a better strategy than “mafia boss the bitch”. Aemond asks if Vaella wants to join but she shakes her head, she doesn’t like how loud and busy the grounds are so he offers to show her self defense with some daggers when they’re back in their rooms where it’s quieter. She likes being able to do the dagger twirl thing with her fingers like he does.

Also Elaena totally sneaks into a tourney one day under some random knight’s name and is only found out when there’s a tie in sword fighting between her and Aeron and she finally takes off her helmet. Aemond and Y/N are both jumping and screaming in the stands. It’s the only tourney they’ve ever given a shit about. Alicent is fucking MORTIFIED.

And omg I saw your “Sapphire Princess” addition a few back that is so adorable Vaella 100% goes with it. When she’s really little she gets upset because she overhears Aemond and Y/N discussing replacing his prosthetic because it’s worn down and she’s convinced that they’re Taking Her Kepa’s Eye and loses it but they finally calm her down and explain he just needs a new one and they take the old one and get it cut into an actual gemstone shape to make her a necklace that she literally never takes off because it’s part of her Kepa.

BESTIE first of all, thank you for taking the time to write such detailed thoughts!!!! I'M SCREAMING giggling kicking my feet reading all of this, it's actual gold!!!

ELAENA GO OFF! Actual queen at 6 years old, going to town on a grown man's knees for disrespecting her lmao, I love it!!! Also, baby Vaella all happy being able to do the twirly thing like Aemond??? ugh, my heart!!

That scenario of Elaena and Aeron in a sword match and her taking off her helmet OMG YOUR MIND, it's so cinematic!! and she absolutely would! Ok but, who would win though?? because that would be the closest match ever. After all, they've been trained by the actual best. All the tricks in the book that Aemond has advised them to use on their opponent is being used against each other! This is seriously so cinematic friend, I love you forever for coming up with this, it is genius.

ME READING THE BIT ABOUT VAELLA FOREVER HAVING A NECKLACE WITH HER KEPA'S SAPPHIRE:

OH JESUS

s;lfklkjlkjg ok and when she gets her necklace, THAT's when they commission someone to paint their portrait. With Aemond's brand new one in place, and the old sapphire eye proudly hanging from Vaella's neck.

#aemond's children #my oc: elaena targaryen #my oc: aeron targaryen #my oc: vaella targaryen

[subskz]

alr strap up IN ladies nd gays grindset live reaction to bb4 REAL (⬅️ pretending like the warnings aint got me quaking in my boots)

THE TWIN FLAMES CONVO I AM GIGGLING ND KICKING MY FEET DAWG THEY ARE SAUR CUTE I’M SICK,,, got me feelin delusional fr like yes chanathan nd i are soulmates thx for asking 😏 “do you like your reflection?” ”for once i do” SHUT THE FAWK UPPP I’LL CRY YOU THINK IGAF?!?!

hol up another #ourgeniusgrindset moment,,, a bitch just realized this goes back to bb1 THE FUCKEN PART WHERE Y/N TELLS CHANNIE TO PUT A FLAME BY HER CONTACT IN THE LIBRARY?!?! THE FUCKEN FORESHADOWING?!?!? MISSUS RIN YOU ARE INSANE FOR THIS ONE LITERALLY GOT ME FEELING LIKE THIS CONNECTING THE DAWTS

i loved that whole ass bowling scene like legit i would read 500k words of just y/n and hyungline fucking around THEY ARE SAUR SPECIAL TO ME 🥹🫶🏽 BUT LEE KNOW’S ANNOYING ASS PROVOKING,,, i’m glad y/n is losing patience wit him like mf i will show you a temper 🤣 nd changbinnie once again slaying as the best damn character in this fic i love him saur moch ngl it kinda makes me soft tht he still cares so much about y/n’s feelings even tho minho is his close bestie

OK IM BOUTTA DIVE BACK IN SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE QUEENIE

HERE WE GO!! please step up to the podium and never leave my dearest grindset hehe you know i love reading ur feedback like the finest literature!

they are so disgustingly in love aren’t they…thank you for supporting all the lovey dovey nonsense that ensues between channie and the reader HAHA i simply can’t help myself…them being twin flames gives me the perfect excuse for them to be this corny 🥰 I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU CAUGHT THAT DETAIL…our genius grindset indeed omg ur mind is sharp as ever! yes i wanted to include lil hints of them being twin flames all throughout the story but i thought it’d be more fun if it wasn’t acknowledged until the end hehe…and thermodynamics + the emphasis on temperature was the opportunity for that >:) it seriously warms my heart that u noticed smth as small as that!

that’s so sweet of you to say 😭 u know i love my hyung line boys don’t test me i might just actually do it! i’m really happy you enjoy the scenes w them they’re lots of fun to write! BINNIE <333 truly our best boy and the reader’s lifeline…now that bb is complete it’s safe to say i had the best time writing him throughout the story! and yes! as much as bin loves lino he also has a lot of love for the reader that she underestimates ㅠ

judging by where you’ve left off things are abt to get a lil bumpy out there…i wish u the best of luck w the rest of pt.4 babe ♡

#ask #grindset #💌 #the conspiracy board meme 😭 exactly what it felt like outlining the story

[cabensonsgirly]

You'd Bark if She Asked (18+)

Dusty Jackson x reader

(Thanks to my bestie for the title inspo)

Content: Smut, alcohol, face slapping

"Hello there, we'd like a table for two."

You look up from the computer and feel your breath catch and cheeks flush, "Hi- Uhm-" you clear your throat, "Do you have a reservation, ma'am? Otherwise I can't, I'm sorry-"

The older woman rests her hand on yours, "I don't have one, but I'm sure you can find something for me and my granddaughter, can't you?" You swallow, going to say no but the way she was looking at you had you nodding, "I'll have a look for you, ma'am." She flashes you a smile that brings color rushing back to your cheeks, "Thank you, doll."

You couldn't help but let out a giggle at the petname, "I have-" You look at her, "You know I could lose my job for this, right?" She hums, "Well, you just tell whoever pulls those little strings of yours that Dusty Jackson came by, and if they have any issue, they can come find me." You repeat her name in your mind, Dusty Jackson, what a name. "Alright, ma'am. Well- I've moved someone's booking so we have a table available now. Let me take you lovely ladies to it," you smile and bow your head, gesturing for them to follow you while you take them to their table. You pull the seat out for Dusty before moving one out of the way for her granddaughter, you then pour them both a glass of chilled water, "A waiter will be by shortly. Please enjoy your meals."

As you turn to leave, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist and tug you back, making you gasp, "Oh- Is- there something wrong, ma'am?" She gets a pen out from her bag and goes to write on your hand, "Ma'am- I can't-" she gives you a look, pushing the sleeve of your shirt up before writing her name and number on your forearm in cursive, covering the entirety of it, perhaps to match the size of her ego. "Call me once you get off work, and perhaps I'll help you get off too." Your face flushes red, a groan coming from her granddaughter, "Grandma!" Dusty winks at you before letting you go back to the front, you look at the number, admiring her writing before pulling your sleeve back down and focusing on work. You couldn't help but feel her eyes on you the entire time, any time you would look up you'd see the corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk, as if she knew you were watching her too.

Dusty left well before you did, and as she was pushing her granddaughter past you, she pulled her oversized sunglasses down and winked at you before continuing on like she'd done nothing. You'd only met her that day and she was already making your breath catch and cheeks flush in ways no one else has.

Your colleague and friend teased you when you made quick work of changing back into your regular clothes, "You seriously going to call that old lady? Someone's fucking desperate." You roll your eyes, "She's not old. Just because you prefer someone in their forties, doesn't mean the rest of us have to. Go fuck that hollywood blonde and stop giving me shit for who I like." She makes barking noises, "That's what it's like watching you. You sure she's not a dog trainer? No other reason she'd draw a bitch like you in."

You flip her off before leaving, calling Dusty as you walk back to your apartment, "Please work- Did I even enter the right number? Shit-"

"Hello, Dusty Jackson speaking, who's calling?"

Your cheeks heat up at her voice, "Uh- Hi- Hi, it's- It's Yn from the restaurant. The one you-"

"Ah, you. I'd remember a pretty girl like you real easy, doll."

You giggle, surprising yourself that you're acting like a school-girl, "You flatter me, Ms Jackson. So, what did you-"

"I'm only going to tell you this once, doll, so listen real hard, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." You listen intently as she tells you her address, typing it quickly into your notes on your phone, "Got it, thank you. I'll be there in an hour. Won't be late."

She chuckles, "Good girl." Before the line clicks.

You let out an uneven breath as you head into your place, dropping your bag off and grabbing a quick bite to eat before brushing your teeth and leaving again. "She's a lady- she'll want flowers and wine," you say to yourself as you head to the store, deciding on a live Orchid plant and a nice bottle of red wine before going around to hers, your anxiety rising the closer you got.

You park out front then get out, heading up to her door you ring the bell once before waiting, smiling when she opens the door, "Hi," you breathe out, "I- bought you these." You hand them to her, "I hope you like them." Dusty smiles, "My my, aren't you a darling. Come in." She steps to the side so you could enter, closing the door behind you before heading through to the kitchen to put the plant and wine down. "It's a nice place you have here, Ms Jackson. Cozy," you follow her through.

"Thank you, doll. Open this bottle for me, will you?" She gestures to the wine while she looks for some glasses. You set your keys and wallet down before going into the kitchen, picking the bottle up and popping the cork, your breath hitching when you feel her behind you, "Thank you, doll." You nod, "You're welcome, Ms Jackson." She sets the glasses down and you fill them with wine before setting the bottle back down, putting the cork back in. "Follow me, doll," she says while leaving. You pick the glasses up and follow her, handing one to her once she's seated on the couch before you join her, your glasses clinking together gently before you both take a sip. Dusty moans at the taste, smacking her lips together, "Delicious. You've picked such a lovely drink, doll. I'm surprised you can afford something like this, hm? Working there mustn't pay too well."

You laugh a bit, sitting back, "The tips make up for it. I put on a real nice smile and it brings the cash in." She puts her glass down before grabbing your jaw, her acrylics digging in slightly, "Did you put one on for me, doll? Or was that a real one, hm?" You swallow hard, your cheeks turning red, and you were starting to lose count of how many times it had happened that day, "It- it was a real one, Ms Jackson. Promise." Dusty chuckles and pushes your face away before picking her drink up again, sucking some more back, "Thought so. I've still got it."

You drink some more, hoping it eases your nerves, "Why'd-" you gasp when she suddenly pulls you closer, her lips crashing against yours, wine spilling into your mouth making you groan. Your hands grip the front of her shirt loosely as you kiss her back, almost whining when she pulls away, her thumb swiping away a droplet of red wine from your lip, "Want some more, babydoll?" You nod, "Yes- yes, please." A cocky grin spreads across her face as she sucks more wine into her mouth before kissing you again, her tongue joining the wine in your mouth, making you moan again. You move closer to her, almost in her lap, swallowing the wine before kissing her again, her teeth tugging your bottom lip as she pulls back, "Eager little thing, aren't you? Want momma to make a whore out of you?"

"I'll be anything you want me to be, Dusty," she hums, running her hands over your body before pulling your top off. You stop her halfway, "What about- what about your granddaughter?" She chuckles, "She's off with some silly boy. If she's allowed to have fun in her state, then so am I." She had a point, so you let go of her hands, letting her remove your top, melting under her touch, "Dusty-" Her nails scratch against your skin, even the accessory hanging off one of them tickling against you. She takes your breasts into her hands and squeezes them, enjoying the moans she pulls from you, "Such a noisy thing." Dusty digs her nails in, the pain a nice contrast to the pleasure her touch was bringing you, "I'll be quiet if you want me to-" You groan when she gropes you harder, her lips soon gliding against your neck, teeth sneaking out to graze against you. Your hips rock against her but she's quick to put a stop to it, pushing you down against the couch, "Only I will be bringing you any pleasure, babydoll. As much as I think you'd enjoy putting a show on for me, hm?"

You look up at her, chest heaving somewhat, "Yes, Dusty. I would-" you cut yourself off, you barely knew this woman yet you were willing to do anything she wanted, already hooked on her and those god awful nails of hers. There was something about them, though, that you loved. "You would?" She twists a nipple between her nails, making you whimper, "I would put on a show for you." She smiles, "A desperate bitch." She leans down and kisses you again, her other hand diving into your pants to cup you hard, your hips arching into it, "Dusty-" She teases you through your panties, a hiss escaping you when you feel her acrylic against your clit, "Oh did that hurt? Oh doll, you poor thing." Dusty moves them to the side so she could feel you, a moan escaping the older woman when she feels how wet you are, "Such an easy girl. I say jump, you say-" You moan, grinding against her fingers, "How high?"

Dusty grins, dipping the tips of two fingers into your needy hole, "That's right, doll. You do say how high." You nod quickly, "Please, Dusty- I need you-" your breath catches in your throat as she slides her fingers into you, her nails scraping against your walls making you squirm until she pins your hips down with her other hand, "Now now, doll, don't go acting up like a desperate whore. I don't want to waste my time with whores." You look up at her with parted lips, "I'm not a desperate whore- I'll be good-" She pulls out just to thrust back in hard, her thumb rubbing brutal circles against your clit, "Oh I'm sure you will, doll. You'll be a good little girl for me."

Dusty doesn't stop fingering you, scissoring them inside you, only stopping whenever you got even close to cumming, "Oh you were close? Did you think you could without asking?" You let out a frustrated groan before gasping when she smacks you across the face, "I'm sorry!" You rush out, "I'm sorry, Dusty. Please let me cum. Please." She crooks her fingers inside you, scraping her nail against your clit, "Oh doll, you sound so sweet. Do you want to make a mess over my fingers? All over my nice couch?" You whimper, "I'll clean it Up! I'll clean it-" you moan loudly when she bites your neck roughly, "Damn right you will, doll. Cum for me. That's it-"

You grip the sides of the couch tight, not wanting to ruin her shirt as you orgasm, the blonde's fingers continuing to fuck you through your orgasm before pulling out and shoving them in your mouth. You suck on her fingers eagerly, gagging slightly as she shoves them down further, her eyes taking on a certain intensity to them as she doesn't let up, "Such a good girl. I think, doll, if you want to keep seeing me- I need you to prove yourself." She pulls her fingers out and wipes them on your pants. You take a few deep breaths before responding, "Tell me how, Dusty." Dusty chuckles picking her glass up and finishing her wine, "Already told you, babydoll. I say jump, you say-"

"How high."

#Dusty Jackson x reader #Dusty Jackson imagine #Dusty Jackson #Jessica Lange #Jessica Lange x reader #Jessica Lange imagine

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

The time has come to show you my "in the moment" notes from when I was watching. Most of these are incoherent. None of them give much insight into exactly what was happening in the plot. There are 10 pages of actual intelligent notes that came after this.

But here are my live reactions to Young Royals Season 2:

Episode 1: 

Times I cried - only 1

So much just happened

Why do I not hate Sara and August? 

Simon and Marcus? No. Marcus? Yes. Dorky and loveable so far. 

Wille going off the fucking rails will be my end. In a good way, though. 

NILS WHAT IN THE WORLD BUT ALSO LIKE YEAH OK

Episode 2: 

Times I cried - 3

Sara, you ungrateful bitch 

Henry and Simon are hugging? 

Sara is wearing Stella’s sweater. 

Wille and Erik made me sob like a baby. 

Snow globe made me sob like a baby. 

Bestie got everything he wanted, except for Simon. 

Simon wearing Wille’s sweater. Send Tweet. 

Both Eriksson siblings need to keep it in their pants. 

If what I think is happening right now is happening, it better not be. 

WILHELM PUT THE PHONE DOWN. 

Episode 3: 

Times I cried- 2

HE’S WEARING PURPLE AGAIN

I adore Nils

Sara… SARA 

I hate Marcus now. He was dorky now he's evil.

I should hate it. I don’t. I should. 

He has pictures on his phone. Abort mission. Abort mission. 

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

I need to take a minute. Thank god for Henry. What the actual fuck just happened? 

Episode 4: 

Times I cried - 2 

This was not the Wille on the table scene I wanted. 

What are these faces, Sara? 

This is so quickly going to shit. I’m losing my mind.

I WANT TO HATE IT SO BADLY 

WHY THE FUCK DO I FEEL BAD FOR AUGUST? 

He unnamed the fish omg 

Pushing every Stedrika agenda I’ve ever had. 

I have so many problems with this. It’s obvious Simon is trying to make him jealous, and it’s so sad. 

WILMON ENDGAME PLEASE OMG 

They’re in love. 

Episode 5: 

Times I cried - 1

HE’S SMELLING THE SWEATER AGAIN

Fuck Jan-Olaf

Wilhelm was so excited omg no

Oh my poor baby,

OH IT’S SPICY 

IT’S VERY VERY SPICY

Episode 6: 

Times I cried -2

Oh shit 

Marcus kinda snapped, not gonna lie. Hate him.

Why do they keep doing this to Alexander? 

OH SHIT SHE USED THE LOVE WORD

Oh my god. Wille has a gun. Sara is gonna get found out. Simon’s gonna be traumatized. Felice is gonna know. OH MY GOD

He loved her back omg

SARA DON’T YOU DARE OUT STELLA RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

She just moved out overnight ok

Oh he’s down bad for Sara 

OH MY FUCKING GOD

OH MY GOD NO HE DID NOT

#young royals #young royals season 2 #yr s2 spoilers #young royals season 2 spoilers

[rexismycopilot]

Babes let me tell you the last few days at work have been an entire shit show I’m like literally can’t even so I’m here to tell you about my thoughts on Anakin and Obi wan at the gym

Listen the 24 hour gym is literally free serotonin hit at literally any time of the day how ever many times you want in a day for ten dollars a fucking month. Like Anakin gets hooked on going all the time quickly (especially because he gets horny after the gym and Obi wan is always horny for him especially after the gym and who’s passing up orgasm serotonin on top of gym serotonin? Not Anakin.)

Obi wan isn’t always free to go to the gym whenever he wants to go so anakin ropes Ayala into going. There are these TikToks of friends going to the gym with the sound of “He might not look like he gets bitches but honey that dick was eleven inches” while working out and that is them. Like mind ya business and keep your headphones on the gym is for gossip and gains babes

If they get a home gym anakin is not allowed a shirt to work out in. And he has to wear his cage because core work outs are regular. (Listen maybe this is too kinky? Idk but obi wan just sitting there watching anakin do his work outs. Anakin getting more and more squirmy cause he can see Obi wan’s dick getting harder just from watching and it’s making anakin feel so desperate but he has to keep doing his work out so daddy can get off because he likes watching his boy work out)

And a POOL Like I said Anakin on the Beach rights but Anakin by the Pool rights as well. Especially when he lifts himself up and he’s just dripping water like a green god all tanned skin and lighter hair, because fucking hell anakin spends a shit ton of time out side now and his hair is lighter and his skin is darker and it makes obi wan feral (anakin taped a design right where his swim trunks land on his waist and now he has a little sun there thats paler than the rest of his skin and obi wan has yet to recover come that Christmas)

But since we’re at the pool Obi wan does burn he stays in the shade while anakin splashes in the water but that doesn’t stop the Freckles. Anakin has to hold back dropping to his knees every second of the damn summer because his daddy’s shoulders are speckled to high heaven and there’s even some across his nose that use to be so light and now they’re prominent and his daddy just looks so good

They obviously end up fucking in the pool probably late at night? Or maybe when they know their neighbors are on vacation

Oh wait! I thought of this today while stretching with my friend.

Anakin hates stretching after or before workouts his daddy has a hard line about stretching and warming up once he realizes that it could cause an injury or cramps if you don’t and he makes anakin do it by himself, but he always helps anakin stretch after (at home) because one it’s an excuse to tease anakin with firm touches to sensitive areas and “I don’t know why you’re acting like this anakin I’m just helping you stretch out.” But during the whole thirty seconds obi wan is pushing his right knee up to his chest his other hand is gently smoothing back and forth closer and closer to his cock and hole. Anakin is panting and whimpering a pleading for obi wan to please please please fuck him.

Okay, I know this ask has a lot of great ideas in it, but my mind decided to 100% focus on the pool.

I don't know why I never thought of them having a pool (probably because it's pretty rare where I live where it's just cold all the damn time)

OKAY BUT Anakin spending a lot of time spending and outside and Obi-Wan diligently applying sunscreen and watching Anakin from his poolside chair as he reads. ripriprip rex 🫠

And also, the freckles that Obi-Wan would get!!! Omg! I'm losing my mind. Also at the late night pool sex. Also at Obi-Wan watching Anakin clean the pool.

Now onto the gym ideas!! My brain has also latched on to Aayla and Anakin going to the gym together! Two besties working out together, complaining, being silly.

And Anakin gets to take all that home to Obi-Wan 🥺 And also, imagine how proud Plo would be too because working out is supposedly good for mental health (i call bs because to me working out is actual torture, but maybe it'll go better for Anakin lmao)

but also Obi-Wan making anakin do a bunch of pushups while Obi-Wan just casually jerks off and anakin is not allowed to stop until he physically can't anymore

#ask #lielullabye #fifty shades au #obikin #spicy

[tending-the-hearth]

finally got around to typing up my thoughts on Stranger Sings because even though y'all are probably sick of me talking about the show and don't care i still want to talk about it <3

obligatory tags for my bestie @storyweaverofgondor

ok so starting off with the double/triple tracks! this took me a second to figure out, but i think i've got everyone:

Steve, Jonathan, and Brenner (he was my favorite part of the entire show kyle mangold my beloved)

Lucas, Erica, and Demogorgon

Hopper and Mr. Clark (and i THINK he also played Mrs. Wheeler which was... absolutely hilarious)

Joyce and Will (and also one of the Russians)

Nancy, Eleven, and Robin

act 1:

i mentioned it before but Will is a muppet

Hopper kept trying to sing his Emo Song about losing his daughter but kept getting cut off

Jonathan

Just Jonathan

He took a picture of me and I could not stop laughing because he was just being The Most

Barb!!!!!!!!!! I think she’s purposefully supposed to be the best singer lmao

Barb after Nancy leaves with Steve: Nancy’s kind of a bitch, right? Didn’t expect me to say that, did you?

Steve. His wig, his costume, his mannerisms, I love him dearly

Lucas was absolutely perfect

He’s so rational and wonderful ily

he interacted the most with the audience and was amazing

The demogorgon was absolutely hysterical for no reason

Joyce had a number called “Crazy” and the cast members came out dressed as Beetlejuice, Amy March, Heather Chandler, and Edward Scissorhands

Someone went to the restroom in the middle of the show after Joyce's song and Joyce said “did you see that? Am I losing my mind?”

The fourth wall breaks were so funny

Hopper broke character during his first scene bc he was laughing at Joyce

i haven't mentioned the wigs but the wigs are PERFECTION and are the most dramatic things

The demogorgon had a dance number to Thriller

I saw the demogorgon walking out and started laughing, and they waved at me

The finale of Act 1 is so good???????

act 2:

Like this show has no reason to be this good?????

SAILOR STEVE SAILOR STEVE

AND ROBIN MY WIFE

Steve and Dustin have the cutest song to open Act 2, and Max, Chrissy, and Mrs. Wheeler cameo in the song

Mike, Dustin, and Lucas call Steve dad at the end, 10/10

Barb dates the demogorgon good for her

Basically combines season 1 and season 2

Lucas’ actor plays Kali and is the funniest person

"Lucas’ actor also played Erica, iconic

"you can't spell America without Erica" 10/10 line delivery

Brenner was the funniest part of the show oh my god

I got waves from Steve and Hopper 🥰

Also I kept making eye contact with Steve and i have never known the true meaning of “giggling blushing twirling my hair” until he looked at me

if it isn't already obvious i'm in love with kyle mangold his steve is so babygirl

The Party (sans El) is running away from the Russians and they started playing “running up that hill”

STEVE SAID THE “ALWAYS THE GODDAM BABYSITTER LINE”

HE ALSO CALLED MIKE DUSTIN AND LUCAS HIS NUGGETS I'M GOING TO DIE

The final battle was a dance battle between El and the demogorgon

Listen it was played as a joke but Dustin talks about how his dad is an asshole in the first act before El's song about wanting a dad and then at the end of act 2 he sings about how he’s found a dad in Steve and I’m 🥺

And El sings about how she just wants a dad who will say he’s proud of her and that’s what Hopper says after the final fight 🥺

also just a few of my favorite lines:

Joyce: oh great, a teenager! Steve: hi! Joyce: can you watch these children while Hopper and I go into an alternate dimension and leave you all behind and hopefully come back safe?

Jonathan: i have to go Nancy: but you just got here! Jonathan: I’m an INFP and this conversation is stressing me out

#stranger sings #stranger things #musical theater #broadway