I Was Cooked But Maybe I Got Ensemble So Ill Let Yall Know Friday? Whenever Cast List Is Out Ill Tell

I was cooked but maybe I got ensemble so I’ll let y’all know Friday? Whenever cast list is out I’ll tell y’all

Did I cook or was I cooked? Stay tuned to find out

(Just finished my audition lol)

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here’s a sketchy little bit of angst I did over on my tiktok

Trying to finish a fic and found this lovely interaction

Aaron🧍‍♂️: I can go but I need a ride

J👾: you’re the oldest how are you carless

Y/n: HAHA CARLESS WHITE BOY

Poor Aaron lmaooo

yayyyy mutuals hiiiiiiiii reblog if you love your mutualssssssss hiii mutuals

Ok but like I loved this…(Aj 💕)

Hii can I request some jealous AJ? Maybe where reader hasn't been spending a lot of time with her and they end up being roommates at the hotel during the track race and Aj and reader are the ones who's phones get chosen together, then during the 7 minutes in the bathroom Aj asks reader why they've been distant and reader makes it up to her.

My Turn

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut— oral, fingering, quickie scenario

Reader avoids AJ because of her own uncertainties, AJ isn’t happy about it and it seems the universe is on AJ’s side

“People, people— hurry up! Get on the bus, you can chat all you want during the ride.” Coach Murray urged. The remainder of the students still taking their own sweet time, picked up their paces and got onto the bus quickly. You were seated near the front of the bus, but when you saw AJ walking up those steps, you immediately wanted to hide so you got up and ran to the back rows.

“Stace. Mind if I sit here?”

“No, go right ahead, hon.” Stacey smiled. “Everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

Though curious, she doesn’t make you explain and just stopped that conversation there. AJ was looking for you— you saw her looking for you, and she eventually did lock eyes with you. You quickly averted your eyes. She sighs and just sat down in an empty seat behind Coach.

You do this sometimes, when you get the thought that creeps up on you saying you weren’t good enough for AJ, that thought, that feeling lingers. Until she confronts you about it. AJ knew, you guys have talked about that. But when you were experiencing those feelings, you usually still didn’t tell her, leaving it up to her to guess. She couldn’t really blame you, she knew how hard it could be to open up. Part of you felt bad, but your previously traumatised brain tells you to ignore her and that’s what you did. You couldn’t stop it.

After an hour or so, the track team arrives at their hotel where they’ll be staying for the away meet the next day. The students all gathered around in the lobby, waiting for Coach who was getting all the card keys from the front desk.

“On this list, you’ll see the name of your roommate and your room number. Stick to them. Boys, don’t go into girls’ rooms, Girls, don’t go into guys’ room. Light’s out is at nine p.m..”

You went over to the list, took a peek and grabbed a card then quietly slipped upstairs just accepting your fate. Coach had roomed you together with AJ— which was stupid, really. Everyone knew you two were together and given his warning just a few minutes prior, you’d think that he would not have put couples in the same room. Several minutes later, you hear AJ and Gabi’s voices approach the room on the other side of the door. Gabi says bye to AJ and the room door swings open a second later. AJ enters and closes the door behind herself, tossing her backpack onto the empty bed.

“So you’re not talking to me again?”

Your silence was a loud enough answer.

“Fine. I’ll be right here when you’re ready to.” Her reply was curt, and rightfully so. You just couldn’t bring yourself to say something to her and apologise for acting this way. You knew you needed time to get through such moods and prepare yourself to talk to her. But more often than not, she quite literally confronts you in three days because she cannot take you ignoring her.

Oh, and today? Was day three. So you were bracing yourself for another confrontation of sorts. This was a result of a horrible previous relationship, so AJ has been really gentle with you because you have been treated like shit by your ex.

That night, you and AJ went over to Stacey’s to hang out with the rest of the team. It’s become like a tradition over the years to play ‘seven minutes in the hotel bathroom’. You figured that the alcohol might do you some good and loosen you up in the event that AJ chooses to talk to you there.

But holy shit, you weren’t sure how, but yours and AJ’s phones were the first ones to get picked together. Stacey was concerned, but she didn’t say anything when she saw that it was you who took AJ by the hand into the bathroom.

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“I’m sorry, I need to do better.” You started.

“You need to talk to me. I don’t want you to push me away anymore, no matter what. No matter how difficult it is, come to me. Say it— just say whatever and I’ll piece them together. Don’t deal with it yourself. You’re going to drive yourself crazy that way, babe. If you need time, if you need space, tell me that and I will give them to you. Don’t just stop talking to me out of the blue, y/n. Even though you have talked to me about the reason why, I still worry.”

You don’t know what came over to you, but you didn’t let her say anymore, crashing your lips onto hers. Your hand travels up her face and cups her cheek. AJ was quick to reciprocate despite her initial shock, “Let me make it up to you?” You asked into the kiss, barely clear enough for her to hear.

She nods, deepening the kiss, knowing what you meant by that. You nudged her onto the countertop, sliding off her shorts and underwear as you both moved. Kneeling before her, you dove right in, your tongue circling her clit and going up and down her folds. AJ lets out a pretty harsh exhale when you pressed your tongue flat against her clit. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, she was flustered. But they eventually found their way to either of her sides.

Smirking to yourself, your breath fanned against her growingly sensitive cunt. “How are you already wet?” Your eyes looked up at her to see that she was chewing on her lower lip to keep from making noise. Well, she’d let her mind run a little wild during her nap before this. So that was why. “I’ve been thinking about you doing this. Who knew our phones would get picked together on the first round—”

“Really?” You looked at her directly and smacked her once, not giving her more time to finish what she wanted to say. AJ whimpers in return, and you smirked to yourself. She throbs against your mouth.

You slid a finger in with no warning once you felt that she was wet enough. And that earned you a moan, “Fuck.”

The more you fucked her, the wetter she grew. And the more vocal she became. By now, she couldn’t care less about how much noise she was making. “Ah- ah— my god—” She whines, “Fuck.” Her pitch? Way higher. It was driving you nuts quickly.

But, you were feeling the pressure of the time, so you absolutely just gave AJ whatever she asked for. Faster? Okay. Harder? Just make more noise for me.

“Faster.” She says in a pant, “Fuck, babe— keep going.”

“As you wish.” You picked up your pace so much, that she nearly let out a cry, bucking her hip up towards your face. You slowed down soon enough, holding her down firmly as you continued to work her over. “Shit, ohh my god.” AJ swallowed thickly, feeling her breath hitch.

She sounded absolutely pathetic. God, you loved seeing her like this so much. Maybe a little too much.

“Shit.” She groans, “Shit, shit— I’m so close, babe.” You slid a second finger in with no warning, harshly pressing onto her sensitive spot. “Fuck!” She cursed, hips bucking up towards your face again as she unraveled right into your mouth, dripping down your chin. Your fingers don’t stop though, wanting to push her more— push her over the edge a second time.

AJ was feeling such an intense wave of pleasure that she could easily be pushed into overstimulation. So, you threaded carefully, being as gentle as you could be to draw out her second high. The girl could no longer stop squirming beneath you. “Baby.” You say, voice muffled due to the fact that you had your face buried deep in her pussy. “Give me another one? Can you do that?”

AJ looked at you through her glossy, half-closed eyes and gave you a vigorous nod before her head gets thrown back. With a final, forceful push into her that practically assaulted her g-spot, she came hard. Shaking as she does, “Shit— babe, that— what the fuck, holy shit.” Smiling proudly at your doings, you peppered light kisses all over her inner thighs. But AJ didn’t want that and quite literally yanks you up so she could kiss you. “We need to go.” She looks at you dead in the eye once she broke away, some of her own slick stuck to her lips and chin. Oh, boy. What was that sight doing to you?

A whimper falls from your lips as you licked them, breathing getting heavy by the second. You gulped, “Okay. Yeah— yeah, let’s—”

You were seeing AJ clean herself off with toilet paper and tossing it into the toilet, you see and feel her take your hand and clean off your mouth but your feet stay rooted to the floor.

“Let’s go, babe.” Her voice right by your ear snaps you out of your shock. At this moment, the timer goes off, “My turn.”

🏷️ Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @reneeswif3 @ludoesartnstuffs @pda128

💭A/N:

Sat in my inbox long enough, I decided to just write it because it annoyed me to keep seeing it in there. So expect another request done today lol. I wrote this in like, an hour😭 also— send me more requests!! I need some new ideas to brainstorm in my head😩

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Hii can I request some angsty Amber Appleton with a fluff or smut ending???

What the hell

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: angst, some smut, coarse language, fluff, mentions of Amber’s parents’ death

Amber was an optimist. But one afternoon, everything she’s tried so hard to forget comes rushing back to her, causing her to crumble. But hey, Amber was Amber. She always picks herself up.

“Amber?” You called out once you got home, shutting the door and kicking off your shoes, “Honey, I’m home.”

Silence. Very odd. Very worrisome.

Amber was usually curled up on the couch with a book this time of day or sitting at the island with a mug of tea in hand. Instead, you came home to what seemed to be an empty apartment this evening. You looked in the two rooms and she wasn’t there. Your last location was the ensuite bathroom in the bedroom you shared— you thought she’d be in there taking a shower, but also, no.

She didn’t leave you a sticky note, she didn’t text you, she didn’t leave you a voicemail— you didn’t even have one single missed call from her. Hurriedly, you reached into your jean pocket to grab your phone again so you could call her. Amber doesn’t pick up, so you resort to checking her location in this app you had her on. “Where the hell is my wife?” You muttered to yourself while refreshing the app.

Cemetery. She was at a cemetery.

It wasn’t like her to just go anywhere without telling you, and today wasn’t a significant date — you knew when her parents passed on and it wasn’t on today’s date. Now you were contemplating whether to go down there or just wait at home, extremely worried that she has not come online once. ‘What if she needed a ride home?’ You thought to yourself, ‘She must be upset. Otherwise she would’ve responded.’

You went ahead to take a quick shower to freshen up after spending all day at work and outside, turning up the notification volume on your phone just in case she called or texted back. After your shower, you went back to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a drink. There were a couple Tupperwares inside, filled with food. And, sticky notes on them. You took them out to read them. ‘Just in case I make it home later than you do today. Your favourite.’

‘Dessert’s in this one. Don’t worry about me, just needed some time with my Mom and Dad. Will be home ASAP.’

You put the Tupperware containing dessert back into the fridge and set the one with dinner down on the countertop. Relief washed over you upon reading that, at least now you knew Amber didn’t just up and leave the house. You poured the food into a pan and heated it up before eating. Your mind wanders in the meantime, thinking about the moment Amber told you about her parents and how she used to live with her Mom. On a bus. You didn’t grow up very well-off but was fortunate enough to have a roof over your head where you didn’t have to worry about hiding from others. Despite everything, Amber was a more optimistic and cheerful person than you were. You liked your life now, but it was clear the Amber really, really loved it. You loved her so much and thinks that she deserves the world— and she feels that way about you, doing every little thing you like to make you happy and bring a smile to your face.

You both acknowledged what’s happened but it wasn’t something either of you would bring up in conversations casually for obvious reasons. Your parents were both still around but your relationship with them was extremely complicated and toxic so you haven’t seen them in at least three years. The eventual passing of your parents, you haven’t given it much thought. You were the safest and happiest you’ve been in years living alone with Amber and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

Right before you dug into some dessert, Amber sends you a voice memo.

‘I just left the cemetery. I’m making my way home now. Have you had dinner yet? I’ll see you soon, okay, darling?’

‘Finished my dinner, babe. About to have some dessert now. Can’t wait to cuddle with you.’

‘Me too, my love. Can’t wait to squeeze you.’

You were glad she sent you voice memos, because you could tell almost instantly how she was feeling and she seemed okay. Well, sounded okay.

While you were washing up the dishes, Amber returned home and immediately engulfed you in a hug. “Hi, baby.” You hugged her back tightly, rubbing her back and inhaling the smell of her shampoo.

“How’s your day been?”

“So glad to be home. And that it’s Friday.” You let go of the hug. She smiles, “I’m gonna go take a shower, okay? You wanna join me?”

You already showered, but you weren’t gonna say no to that— that’s for sure.

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“You’re sure?” You asked, leaning closer to her, your mouth right by her ear.

You feel her nodding her head, humming in agreement. With that, you pressed a trail of kisses across her shoulder, going back up to behind her ear to reach a particular sensitive spot. Amber exhales harshly, her arms around you tightening. The lower your kisses went, the bigger the gap between you and her. She wasn’t happy about it.

Chuckling against her skin, she squirms, whimpering softly. You reached over to turn the water off, repositioning yourself so that you were standing behind her, you reached forward and started to circle her clit with your fingertips.

“What the hell—”

You squeezed her ass next, resuming your gesture to build up her arousal. With her breathing heavy and her barely able to stay standing, you knew she was reaching her breaking point soon enough. It’s been a few weeks since the last time, and she definitely wasn’t subtle about her feelings.

Amber was pretty worked up already, and it definitely wasn’t long before you felt and heard the familiar sounds and sensations from her right before she unravels. But you pulled your fingers out and carried her onto the countertop instead, not wanting either of you to fall. She holds herself up with her palms, head thrown back, mouth hanging open while she obediently kept her legs open for you. While you, you diligently curled your fingers upwards each time you entered her to stroke her g-spot. It was making her go crazy for you— noises falling from her mouth in a never ending stream, the giggling, the heavy breathing, how she was twitching beneath and clenching around you. And fuck, how she was basically riding your hand as you worked her over.

Reconnecting your lips with hers was pretty much what did it for her. The closeness. She finally unravels, coating your fingers and hand with her juices. You slow down and pulled them out after a few moments. “Was that good?” You grinned.

“Good? You’ve got to be kidding me, honey. You’re amazing.” Amber scoffs, “Ugh, I love you so much.”

You chuckled lowly, “Oh, yeah? Show me.”

“If you want that, that’s what I’m gonna give you.” She mirrors your grin, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Do you?”

“Just fuck me already.”

“Oh, that’s so hot.” She purrs into your ears, “Very eager, hm?”

🏷️ Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @reneeswif3 @ludoesartnstuffs @pda128

💭A/N: This one was very short, I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to end it🥲