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cabensonsgirly · 2 years

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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

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thesimquarter · 3 months

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Man, this town really IS full of Strange.

vv bonus headshots below the cut vv

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twixnmix · 1 year

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Albums Released In 1969

#tammi terrell #dusty springfield #jackson 5 #michael jackson #ike & tina turner #tina turner #david bowie #isaac hayes #dionne warwick #isley brothers #aretha franklin #1960s #1960s music #soul music #sixties #vintage #albums

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bootleg-cal-weathers · 8 months

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CARSTOBER BABY!!

just found out about it so here are the first 3 days in one post

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

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carboardserpent · 7 months

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#pixar cars #cars fandom #cars pixar #disney cars #disney planes #lightning mcqueen #cal weathers #chick hicks #doc hudson #dusty crophopper #blade ranger #jackson storm #finn mcmissile #leland turbo

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ursaminorjim · 5 months

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"Auld lang syne" (NYE mix) - John Fahey

#song that heaven allows #Happy New Year #John Fahey #Dusty Springfield #Dolly Parton #The B-52s #Sonic Youth #The Cure #Adam Ant #Beyoncé #Lotion #Kylie Minogue #Janet Jackson

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aurora-ze-aquarius · 1 year

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//scars gained from severe accident, falling from the sky

Ok so 2 things.

1. I've been obsessed with the mlp mobile game for a while now, and have a sorta love hate relationship with it. (F U Rainbow for being too expensive)

2. I was bored and made this while my family went out for dinner a few days ago.

Anywayy-

#pixar cars #cars fandom #pixar #Dear God I've turned vehicles into PONIES #HOW????#lightning mcqueen #jackson storm #lewis revington #jeff gorvette #disney planes #dusty crophopper #filler stuff until I'm done with my collage applications and then christmas break #cars 2 (2011)#cars mlp au #🌌🖌️#shu todoroki #miguel camino

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penname-artist · 10 months

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A WoC Timeline - as of 7/27/23

Bit of overview, this is the current-day most accurate timeline of events that I have regarding these characers, which INCLUDES birth years, important life events, death dates if applicable, and a handful of story placements for both canonical and original characters. This does get updated in its official document now and again but given the fact that I've had and been building on this one for the last several months, I think this is the most solid thing I've got right now for storyline.

Little warning for the possibility of some spoiler information, though I'm pretty confident most of this has been reiterated at least somewhere in my history once before (ie certain OCs, specific things that happen, yada yada)

So yeah a paragraph later here's my World of Cars unofficially official timeline:

(Note: "YoB" stands for "Year of Birth". I am lazy. Anyways)

1921 - Skipper's YoB

1929 - Blake Sr.’s YoB

1932 - Cabbie’s YoB

1939 - Beginning of WW2; Skipper joins USN

1945 - End of WW2

1950 - Windlifters YoB; Maru’s YoB; Cabbie joins USAF

1951 - Blake sr. and Diana’s marriage

1953 - Blade’s YoB

1955 - Caleb’s YoB [Blade's brother, yeah he has one]

1956 - Nick’s YoB; Saga's YoB

1957 - April’s YoB [Blade's sister - or, one of]

1958 - Founding of PPAA

1959 - Sydney’s YoB [there's the other one]

1970 - End of Korean War; Cabbie leaves USAF

1974 - Charlie's YoB [coming soon to a C-119 near you]

1976 - Cabbie joins PPAA

1977 - CHoPs aired

1980 - Windlifter becomes a lumberjack

1983 - Nick’s death; CHoPs canceled; Lightning's YoB [YEAH WHAT]

1985 - Tyker’s YoB

1986 - Blade joins PPAA

1987 - Windlifter joins PPAA; Clutch’s YoB

1989 - Apollo’s YoB

1990 - Dusty’s YoB

1991 - Blade promoted to Fire Chief of PPAA; Reymund’s YoB; Jackson's YoB

2005 - Jackson's alligator flashback dream in CoR

2006 - Tyker, Heather, Milo, and Mace join USAF

2007 - Beginning of Apollo’s career (age 18)

2008 - Events of major fire in PPAA; death of two team members, loss of many more

2009 - Cad becomes the Superintendent of PPAA [ew]

2010 - Tyker leaves USAF; becomes roommates w/ Clutch

2011 - The events of Planes (takes place earlier than the release of the film to fill the 3-year gap between them)

2014 - The events of Planes: Fire & Rescue

2015 - Tyker & Clutch join PPAA; Trigger is adopted [formerly: the events of Emergency]

2017 - Dusty diagnosed with epilepsy, funnels out of both careers

2018 - it's a secret...

2019 - Events of Chance of Rain

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somegayasscars · 2 years

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What did I do...

#cars fandom #disney cars #cars #jackson storm #lightning mcqueen #finn mcmissile #ray reverham #cruz ramirez #chick hicks #dusty crophopper #gale beaufort #laura spinwell

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cabensonsgirly · 2 years

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You'd Bark if She Asked (p2, 18+)

Dusty Jackson x reader

Content: Smut, choking, spit swallowing, probably unhealthy relationship

"Come here, babydoll, let momma make you feel real good." You can't help but giggle, going over to your lover and letting her pull you onto her lap, her acrylics scratching against your skin, "Take me, Dusty. Make me feel dirty." The older woman chuckles, dipping her head to brush her lips against your neck, leaving a trail of lipstick kisses on your skin, "Oh babydoll, I will. I'll make you my filthy, filthy little girl."

You let out a groan, tilting your head to give her better access, "When I saw you, babydoll, I knew I wanted to do filthy things to you. I know that's not very Godly of me, but Jesus H Christ." Dusty grabs your ass, digging her nails in harshly, pulling another moan from you, "Fuck- Defile me, Dusty. Make me a filthy girl for you."

She pushes you down onto the bed, wrapping her hand around your throat, "I'll do just that, babydoll. You know I'll give you everything you want." You lean up to kiss her but she holds you down by your throat, instead she leans down to kiss you, her tongue slipping past your lips and into your mouth, her grip tightening ever so slightly. You groan at the feeling of her tongue gliding against your own, welcoming it further into your mouth. Your hands find their home on her waist, she is a lady after all, and you pull her closer against you, "Dusty," you moan out, her other hand slipping into the front of the ridiculously short shorts she has you wear. "Oh babydoll, already? I know I'm good, but God you're easy."

Dusty teases you through your panties, coaxing more wetness from you to further soak your already ruined underwear. "How much did you make today for me, sugar?" You whine, grinding against her fingers, "Seriously? Right now?" She starts pulling her hand away, your own grabbing her wrist to stop her, "Two grand," you rush out, letting go of her wrist and letting out a sob of relief when she starts teasing you again. "Will you do the budget after we're done?" You nod, "Yes- Yes, I will. Dusty please-" You moan when she moves your panties to the side to run her finger around your dripping cunt, "Good girl. You're such a good girl for me, babydoll." She slips her fingers into you, slowly scissoring them in you, stretching you out, "Do you like my fingers best over those rich whores you see?"

You nod quickly, clenching around her fingers, "Yes- Yes, I do. Only yours can make me feel-" You moan loudly when she scrapes her nail against your clit before rubbing it, "So good!" She chuckles and leans down to suck marks onto your neck, "I thought so, babydoll. Only momma can make your pretty, greedy, little pussy feel this good. Make it this wet." You rock against her hand, desperate for her to fuck you deeper and harder, "Only you! Only you, Dusty Jackson." She starts thrusting her fingers harder and deeper inside of you, the pain of her acrylics scraping against your spongy walls drowned out by the pleasure her relentless pace was bringing you. She pulls back once she's sucked a dark mark on your neck, "Oh babydoll- Look at you with that blissed out expression on your face- the way your lips are parted just enough for me to spit into." You stick your tongue out for her, groaning when she spits into your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you close your mouth, savoring it before swallowing, "Thank you, Dusty." She gives you a hard thrust, "Oh sugar, anything for you, you know this."

The coil within you tightens, sweat glistening on your skin as she doesn't let up, "That's it- That's it, babydoll. You going to cum all over my fingers? Show momma who you really belong to?" You nod quickly, taking her other hand and wrapping it around your throat, enjoying the way her nails dig into your skin. "Beg for it, babydoll." You squirm, doing your best to hold back the wave that was desperate to crash, "Dusty please! Please- please let me cum all over your fingers. No one-" you moan, "no one can fuck me like you do. No one's fingers but yours make me this desperate- this wet." You tilt your head back as she tightens her grip on your throat, "No one can make me cum as good as you! Please!" She grins, satisfied by your words fueling her ego, "Cum for me, babydoll. Cum all over my fingers like a whore." You let out a loud moan as you finally get your release, Dusty not slowing down until she's satisfied you're spent. She pulls her fingers out and slides them into your mouth, groaning quietly as you start sucking them clean before she removes them, wiping it against your shirt before getting up, "Come on, doll. You have money to sort out for me."

You sit up before making your way off the bed, heading into the lounge on shaky legs before taking a seat on the couch, grabbing your bag and the envelope of cash. You get the notebook out and the other envelopes, one for food, treats, Infinity, and Dusty. You look at Dusty, "How much for Infinity this week? Two hundred?" She scoffs, coming back from the kitchen with a drink for you and herself, "What on earth would that girl need two hundred dollars for?" You bite your lip slightly, "She's going out a lot more now she's healthy- Now you're not making her sic-" You grab her wrist when she wraps her hand around your throat tight, "I wasn't making her sick. I was helping her. You know we couldn't trust those doctors." You nod slightly, as much as her grip would let you, "Yes- Yes, Dusty, I'm sorry." She lets go and sits back, sipping her drink, "Two hundred, but you're not to give her more if she asks." You nod again, slipping two hundred into Infinity's envelope, "Yes, Dusty." Dusty gets one thousand, the rest split between food and treats, if you were lucky, Dusty would use some of her money on you, but you had to behave.

You mark it down in the notebook before putting it away, "I'll go do the groceries tomorrow. I'll bring back the change and receipts." Dusty pats your thigh, "Good girl. Always a good girl for me, aren't you?" You look at her, cheeks pink, "I try to be, Dusty. I still have to prove myself to you." She hums, "You do, yes."

When Infinity gets home, you give her the envelope, "Your allowance for the week. I can't give you more if you ask." She takes it, "Thank you for doing this for me. It's nice not being sick. Grandma's attention is all on you." You shake your head, "I'm not doing it for you. You not being sick is just a side-effect. Don't think I want a familial relationship wi-"

"Babydoll? Come here, will you?" You turn and head back to Dusty, letting her pull you onto her lap, "What'd you want, Dusty?" She runs her hands up and down your thighs, "What's she pestering you about now?" You look over your shoulder, Infinity glaring at you before she heads upstairs; you look back at Dusty, "Nothing, baby. She was just thanking me for the money." She scratches her nails into your thighs, forcing you to bite back a whimper, "I should've told her it's from you- I'm sorry. Please don't make me sleepy-" She soothes her scratches with her hands, "I know, babydoll. I know you're sorry. I won't make you sleepy because you brought in so much money for me today, like a good girl." You relax, nuzzling your face in the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses against it, "I'm all yours, Dusty Jackson. All of me. My money is yours, baby. Everything is yours."

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

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