#c. grant

[honeybear-yammy]

Little Secret

Warnings: cursing, smut, fingering, oral sex

Pairings: Cleo x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N is looking for John B and Sarah in Nassau but, she runs into Cleo. Cleo tells her that she knows where they are but, she won't tell Y/N unless she gives Cleo something in return.

Character: Cleo (played by Carlacia Grant)

Show: Outer Banks

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You walked down the streets looking for John B and Sarah. You, Pope, JJ, and Kiara decided to split up to look for them once the four of you got the location you knew they were at. You knew they were in this location, you just didn’t know where.

You knew the Cameron’s has a vacation house here so you figured you could go check it out there to see if they were there. You wanted to get to Sarah and John B before the police did because, even though John B was innocent… it would not go down well.

You were just hoping the police didn’t find them yet. Then the four of you would have to come up with a new plan.

Once you got to the Cameron’s vacation house you looked around. It seemed like it would be hard to get in and Ward Cameron probably had some type of system set up to see if anyone broke in.

You saw a hotel near by so you decided to walk down there to see if maybe they were hiding there. You just wanted to find them. You were scared of what could happen to them here. People here also knew about John B.

You were looking around when you ran into someone.

“I- sorry..” You mumbled and started to walk by when they grabbed your wrist. You looked back at them. It was a girl. She had black hair and beautiful brown eyes. You looked at her confused to why she stopped you.

“You seem like you’re looking for someone. Do they happen to be a brunette boy and a blonde girl?” She asked.

“Yeah actually, Sarah Cameron and John B Routledge.. do you know them?” You asked.

“I know where they are.” The girl said. “I could tell you.” She said.

“Well how do I know I can trust you, I don’t even know your name.” You said.

“Names Cleo.” She said. Cleo.. that was a really nice name.

“I’m y/n.” You said. “And if you honestly know where they are then, can you please tell me?” You asked.

“Depends. What do I get in return?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” You corked a brow.

“Well I know about your friend John B. A murderer.” She said.

“He’s not a killer.” You said.

“Either way, I’m telling you important information that I could just tell the police. If I tell you, what will you give me in return?” Cleo asked.

“I- I don’t know. If you’re wanting money I don’t have any.” You said.

“Well.. I have an idea of something we could arrange.” She said, a smirk spreading across her face.

“And what would that be?” You asked.

“Well… I’ll tell you where your friends are if… you let me have a taste of that pussy.” She said pointing to your legs.

“I- excuse me?” You corked your brow. You couldn’t lie.. you liked the idea of this. Even though you didn’t know anything except for her name, she was hot. So, at the same time you did want to go along with this idea.

“You herd me.” Cleo said with a smirk.

“I mean… if that’s what it’s going to take to find Sarah and John B then… ok.” You nodded. Cleo smirked.

“Alright follow me.” She said and walked off. You followed her. She lead you to her boat and once they were inside she took you to a room that seemed like a bedroom. You walked in and she closed the door behind you.

“So, before we start.. you promise that you do actually know where Sarah and John B were?” You asked.

“Yes I promise. I wouldn’t lie to a pretty face like that.” Cleo said. You blushed looking away. She gently pushed you onto the bed so you were laying down. She then pulled off your shorts and panties. You felt a bit embarrassed to have your core exposed to someone you didn’t know but at the same time you loved it.

She got onto the bed and spread your legs then began to trail wet kisses up your thighs. You whined at the slow pace. She kept kissing up your thighs until she finally got to the place you ached for her.

She licked a long strip up your folds making you gasp and whimper. She smirked and then dived in. She began to massage your clit with her tongue making you moan out. You reached down and put your hands through her raven hair.

She gently bit your clit making you gasp. She smirked at your reaction and then opened your folds more with her thumbs and inserted her tongue into your pussy. She began to fuck you with her tongue making you moan more.

You kept one hand in her hair and the other hand was fisting the sheets. She went back up to your clit, working her magic with her tongue on your clit. As Cleo did so, she inserted two fingers into you without warning.

“Oh god!” You moaned out loudly as the pace of her fingers kept getting faster. You threw your head back. You felt that familiar knot bubbling in your stomach and you clenched around her fingers, signaling her that you were close.

“You’re close pretty girl?” She asked with a smirk.

“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out.

“Then cum for me.” She said putting her mouth back on your clit. With that you’re eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble. You felt the wave of pleasure wash over you and you screwed your eyes closed.

Once you finally opened your eyes again you looked to see Cleo now sitting up with a smirk on her face. You sat up on your forearms and looked down. The sheets were soaked. Her chin and fingers were completely covered with your juices and even some got on her shirt.

“Holy shit.. who knew she was a squirter.” She said with a smirk. Your face went red. You had never squirted before. You had hooked up many times before but no one was ever able to make you squirt until now.

“We will keep this our little secret.” She said looking at you and she winked. You just nodded, your cheeks still red.

“Now come on, get dressed and cleaned up. I’ll take you to your friends.” Cleo said.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

#obx #outer banks #outerbanks #cleo #obx cleo #cleo obx #cleo x reader #cleo x female reader #cleo x you #cleo x y/n #cleo x oc #cleo x kook reader #cleo x pogue reader #cleo x plus size reader #obx smut #outer banks smut #cleo smut #carlacia grant #c. grant #carlaciagrant #carlacia #grant #carlacia grant x reader #carlacia grant x female reader #carlacia grant smut #obx cast #obx cast smut #outer banks cast #smut warning #smut warnings

[callsyoumine]

grant baldwin. heterosexual , twenty7 , personal trainer. plot in source link.

" well , i mean .. we would be good together , don't you think ? "

#indie rp #open rp #open starter #c. grant

[laurabenanti]

#911edit #athena grant #evan buckley #911 #tvedit #c* #singinprincess #alielook #usersmia #useraish #usertreena #userabs #tuservaleria #userkarolina #usermadita #userriel #usersunflower

[sippycupxoxo]

ily just a little too much ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

#gaslight gatekeep girlboss #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana is god #this is a girlblog #chemtrails over the country club #cottagecore #dolette #girlblogging #lizzy grant #coquette #daddy's good girl #girly blog #c

[salome-c]

Steven Grant, is that you?

#oscar isaac #oscarisaac #oisaac #steven grant #moon knight #moonknight #salome-c gifset #salome c gifset

[kayleens-universe]

#girlblogging #aesthetic #girlblogger #girlblog aesthetic #this is a girlblog #coquette #hell is a teenage girl #moodboard #aestethic #aesthetics #pinterest aesthetic #aesthetic vibes #pink moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #moodboard aesthetic #pinterest core #pinterest #a e s t h e t i c #pinterest moodboard #pink aesthetic #princesscore #pinkcore #coquettecore #coquette dollete #lana del ray aesthetic #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana del rey #lana is god #lana del slay #ldr aesthetic

[ih4teyouallsomuch]

me after editing bows onto grown men

#i want to put him in my pocket #the outsiders #matt dillon #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #c thomas howell #girlblogging #coquette #this is a girlblog #girlblogger #this is what makes us girls #lizzy grant

[midnightsun-if]

Who fell first, and who fell harder with each RO?

Koda: He fell first without even realizing it. It was as natural as breathing at the end of the day.

Scarlett: The MC fell first and she fell harder (or you were both in the same place all along and it just took her a moment to figure that out).

Cyrus/Cyra: They fell harder— not even afraid that they’d hit the ground while doing so as they knew you’d be there to greet them.

Quinn: Their wolf fell first and they fell harder as Quinn wanted to be sure that they, their human side, wasn’t just being influenced by their lupine one.

Caden: They fell at a sedate pace, taking in the sights and allowing themself to truly come to terms with what’s happening. Sometimes they may have shifted up a bit, but they would inevitably end up on the ground with you.

Sloane: They fell harder… But perhaps they also fell first too… Their emotions are sort of all over the place, but they’re content on where they end up landing all the same. Doesn’t matter how long it took to actually fall.

Blake: They took a tumbling dive down a gigantic flight of stairs, got whacked over the head, and then proceeded to be oblivious that they had fallen in the first place and didn’t just find a new, more painful, way to travel.

Reginald/Regina: They fell first without question. How could they not when in the face of you? There’s nothing in this world that could have stopped them.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: r presley #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

[deal-right]

PA C KI G E!!!!!!!!!

Thanks @myebi for the lovely stickers <333 love them, they gave me a nice serotonin boost >:D

#may the lil gay knights grant me strength to fight all the due battles #>:C #love them #the wax seal is lovely too aaaaaaaa

[hanzajesthanza]

“what does geralt get from that friendship…”

another post examining the weight of geralt and dandelion’s friendship… because i don’t think people recognize how painful and debilitating loneliness can become.

the witcher as a deconstruction of the genre takes fantasy tropes to their most logical ends—it asks us to consider what The Lone Swordsman feels, looks into the humanity in a Cold-Blooded Killer. and it turns out he’s not cold-blooded at all.

that despite some superhuman abilities, he laments and worries and curses himself, just like any other worker of any other profession. just as the farmer is scorched by the sun, the washerwoman’s back aches, and the scholar goes half-blind studying, a witcher deals with all of the pains and annoyances and dangers of his job in a mundanely human way.

but the farmer, the washerwoman, and the scholar have something the witcher does not have—they’ll always be seen as human and part of their society. at the end of the day after enduring all of their labor, they have their wife to caress, festivities to attend, and taverns to frequent. but for a witcher? after the killing is over, what does he have? no one and nothing. not even a thank you. he is met with fear and hatred everywhere he goes, baseless bigotry and dislike.

I did my job. I quickly learned how. I’d ride up to village enclosures or town pickets and wait. If they spat, cursed and threw stones, I rode away. If someone came out to give me a commission, I’d carry it out.

so he faces not just loneliness, but being deliberately ostracized and cast out from society. geralt can’t even find a polite word in most settlements, much less a friend.

‘(…) Tell me, where should I go? And for what? At least here some people have gathered with whom I have something to talk about. People who don’t break off their conversations when I approach. People who, though they may not like me, say it to my face, and don’t throw stones from behind a fence. (…)’

this kind of loneliness is not a mere inconvenience. it’s completely altering to your self-perception and ability to see the positive in the world.

each day is not lived, but endured.

day in, and day out—forced to the most difficult and lowest labor in order to survive, and knowing that were you to die, no one would search for your body, few would miss you, hell, they might even spit “good riddance”.

in this situation, to find a friend, is not only friendship, but a rescue.

without dandelion, geralt may have drowned—drowned in solitude, amidst a sea of strangeness.

‘(…) And I’m alone, completely alone, endlessly alone among the strange and hostile elements. Solitude amid a sea of strangeness. Don’t you dream of that?’

No, I don’t, he thought. I have it every day.

because dandelion is not only a bright soul, characteristic rippling laughter and the strum of a lute, but someone who will intently listen to geralt, someone who mutually enjoys his company.

‘(…) you almost jumped out of your pants with joy to have a companion. Until then, you only had your horse for company.’

someone who doesn’t see him as strange and at the fringes of society at all, but as an utterly normal man.

and doesn’t impose demeaning, sappy sympathy onto him, but sobering and realistic “quit your bullshit” which ridicules the very thought that he should internalize societal hatred.

Do you know what your problem is, Geralt? You think you’re different. (…) [You don’t understand that] for people who think clear-headedly you’re the most normal man under the sun, and they all wish that everybody was so normal. What of it that you have quicker reflexes than most and vertical pupils in sunlight? That you can see in the dark like a cat? That you know a few spells? Big deal.

dandelion isn’t “willing” to accept geralt for himself—he already has accepted him. and to him, it’s no difficulty, it’s nothing worth discussing, because he sees no abnormality and no strangeness in him.

while others “prefer the company of lepers to witchers,” dandelion has already offered geralt to share his room and board. not out of sympathetic pity, not out of fetishizing curiosity. because… they’re friends.

and what else does this friendship save him from?

not only from others, but from himself.

worse than enduring others’ apathy and hatred is one’s own thoughts—the darkness and negativity which builds from witnessing and experiencing such behavior.

dandelion’s ability to counter and dispel geralt’s pessimism and self-flagellating tendencies—again, not out of pity, but out of friendship—is undeniably invaluable. someone to rescue you from your darkest thoughts, when you begin to spiral.

and in this darkness, all you can do is cry. you cry, beg for someone to help you, please—

Help! Why doesn't anyone help me? Alone, weak, helpless – I can't move, can't force a sound from my constricted throat. Why does no one come to help me? I'm terrified!

to be alone, the saga reminds us, is worse than a death sentence. to be alone is to “perish; stabbed, beaten or kicked to death, defiled, like a toy passed from hand to hand.” to be alone is to suffer, and to be with someone is to save them from that suffering.

'(…) I wouldn't like anything bad to happen to you. I like you too much, owe you too much-'

'You've said that already. What do you owe me, Yennefer?'

The sorceress turned her head away, did not say anything for a while.

'You travelled with him,' she said finally. 'Thanks to you he was not alone. You were a friend to him. You were with him.'

it is true that geralt has saved dandelion countless times, helped him, gotten him out of some scrape… but to ask what did geralt get in return? are you kidding me?

did you ever consider that it is dandelion who saved geralt?

by being with him. by being by his side. by being his friend.

indeed, dandelion has rescued geralt, countless times, from the yawning jaws of endless loneliness. he’s helped him, chased away the danger of geralt’s own rumination. and he’s gotten him out of scrapes, his own insecurities and bitter helplessness.

so what does dandelion give geralt? what does geralt get from their friendship?

an amusing question. what one gets from friendship is the friendship itself. and that is more than enough.

#the witcher books #gerlion #geralt of rivia #dandelion #jaskier #the parallels with ciri’s story makes me so emotional like… #ciri is just geralt but younger and alone. and thus she suffers so immensely #i included ciri’s nightmare because i think that’s how it feels to be alone #you just cry out ‘help! why won’t someone help me?’ and no one answers #and the funny bit is that everyone is like ‘ugh you cannot get RID of dandelion’ like #i think that’s the most comforting and relieving thing about him. he will never leave and abandon geralt. #there is nothing geralt *would* or *could* do to ever push him away #the kind of friendship where you never worry about being too ‘weird’ for them because they straight up dont care if youre weird #honestly idk how more people dont see them like this because i feel like loneliness is so pervasive right now #does everyone else just have this kind of best friend and for that reason take dandelion’s presence for granted #s: i want to be by your side #c: geralt #c: dandelion #excerpt #analysis #like. this is how it is: #the entire world: ‘you’re nothing you’re worthless and you’re inhuman’ #dandelion is NOT like ‘omgggg of course you are something 🥺🥺 pwease don’t think badly like that’ #no. he’s like ‘the hell? that’s the stupidest thing ive ever heard. why the hell are you even listening to that’ #dandelion has a kind of masculine energy that the fandom does not like lmao

[why-the-heck-not]

writes with python ”ugh I wanna write javascript” -> writes with javascript ”ugh I wanna write c++” -> writes with c++ ”I have made a horrible mistake”

#i’m trying to not start that one C++ course that haunts me #ever since I first signed uo for it last january but dropped it in february bc one (1) task took me a month #and by month I mean like I was at it basically everyday #and it has 100 of those #(it’s like leetcode things but with C++ (I’ve done 2 courses like that but with Python so thought I’d do it quick bc the only difference is #the language)) #granted I had 0 knowledge of C++ before that so like hm #did sign up now for an entrylevel C++ course bc istg I’ll finish that course someday it’s in my mind constantly #(currently am writing with javascript and I’m getting bored) #(and I want that C++ course to start already but like it’s good it hasn’t yet bc got lots of other stuff as well) #codeblr #2024 #february 2024

[coolattas]

a man and his handshake (s1ep1 !!!) lineup for kiddads SOON. constructive crit welcome + wip + id in alt text + etc etc. if you're mean to me you'll go to hell forever and ever.

#c - dndads #my art #nick and paeden are only missing temporarily #just havent had time to work lately #need to solidify nick's design. been almost a year since i started listening and he appears to me only in visions. gift of prophecy #feel free to share any hcs or design notes of ur own btw. would love to hear em !!! #dungeons and daddies #dndads #grant wilson #terry jr #terry jr stampler #lark oak #sparrow oak #dndaddies #dndads s1

[kotalketz]

doodles

#keep wild c at away from me b4 i act #Deadman #Boston brand #Ted grant #Wildcat dc

[campbenji]

manifesting a 2024 where Darius gets to meet Dr. Alan Grant

#HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE #wishing y'all the best of luck for this year <3 #c rambles about jwcc #darius bowman #alan grant #jwct #camp cretaceous #jurassic world chaos theory

[kayleens-universe]

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#aesthetic #girlblogging #girlblogger #this is a girlblog #girlblog aesthetic #hell is a teenage girl #coquette #moodboard #aestethic #aesthetics #pinterest aesthetic #moody aesthetic #red moodboard #moodboard aesthetic #pinterest core #pinterest moodboard #pinterest #a e s t h e t i c #red aesthetic #pastel moodboard #lust for life #lana del rey #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lana del ray aesthetic #lana is god #lizzy grant #lana stan #cherry moodboard

[ladystoneboobs]

@sunflowersansa, #catelyn was raised to be hosters successor for almost a decade wasnt she?

the annoying thing is we don't have an approximate age for edmure, nor any age for cat when minisa died (in childbirth with a last, stillborn son, not edmure). i've seen fanart depicting him as anywhere from a toddler to a younger teen/tween when catelyn and lysa were teenagers. but i feel pretty confident in my estimation of ~7/8yrs age difference between eldest sister and baby brother, and not just bc of symmetry with the next generation. my reasoning is thus:

we all assume catelyn had some grooming as an heiress, rather than it just being a nominal status in early childhood. how much training can one really give a 3 or 4yo, y'know? we know rickon never had any manly lord lessons from ned since he was still so young when they parted. if she was closer to 7 or 8 when edmure came along, that leaves more realistic time for education, and a sizable number of years with only daughters for hoster to try to accustom himself to lack of a son and make do accordingly. even only 1 or 2 years of rulership lessons would still matter when minisa's death left hoster more dependent on her as not just hostess but later a trusted confidant of a sort until she got married.

ned thinks of edmure as "the boy" in his pov when hearing of the mountain's first attacks in the riverlands. we know ned's not great with keeping up with ageing from his earlier comments about tommen, and he surely hasn't seen edmure in many years, but this tells me that when they did meet at riverrun, edmure was not that close in age to himself, catelyn, and lysa. (i think it's less likely to see someone as frozen in childhood if they're anywhere near your age cohort.) ned could still be wrong about edmure's age thinking he couldn't possibly be at least 25 and any green knight younger than that was still a boy or youth, but that miscalculation makes more sense to me if he was around ~26 rather than a fellow thirtysomething or a guy pushing thirty.

we also know that edmure acted as brandon's squire in his duel with littlefinger, which i read as more someone playacting at some squirely practice when not yet consideed old enough to be anyone's assigned squire, with the informal nature of the duel which meant lightly-armored littlefinger having no squire of his own, and brandon having an actual squire who likely could have been present. so that lines up with a ~10yo edmure to 15yo littlefinger, 16yo lysa, 18yo catelyn, and 20yo brandon. (this is admittedly the most subjective point and i wouldn't consider it strong evidence if not consistent with the rest.)

catelyn doubted her memories of her mother, including her appearence, which in this world strangely devoid of portraits, still makes me think she was quite young when they lost her. so, yeah, not a large gap between edmure's birth and minisa's death in her next childbirth. if catelyn was 8/9 or even 10 when her mother died and she became de facto lady of riverrun, that could line up with the lannister twins losing their mother at 7 and not having strong memories of joanna.

idt catelyn really did think of riverrun as her birthright when her brief time as conscious heiress was a small fraction of her life, with at least 6yrs knowing she'd move away to be lady (consort) of winterfell instead and the rest of her life living out that responsibility as northern wife and mother. but it must still sting to be used to such a position of importance in her earlier time in riverrun and have no real authority when she returned to live there again as an adult, especially when edmure still seemed to act (to her) like the baby of the family not entirely matured into the authority he held all for himself. there's a part in her time in renly's camp when she thought robb was years younger but still knew what he was doing more than the southern king and his knights of summer playing at war. i'd imagine a simaliar feeling whenever edmure annoyed her. that's another difference between robb and edmure, that robb was a dutiful eldest sibling like his mother, formerly catelyn's baby but never anyone's baby brother. while edmure, even if he was (my by headcanon) a few years older than renly and unlike renly was meant to be a male heir from birth, was still a youngest child of 3 like renly.

#sunflowersansa #valyrianscrolls #catelyn tully #catelyn stark #edmure tully #minisa tully #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #one fish two fish red fish blue fish #like hmmm i think its often taken for granted that catelyn dosent question or resent patriarchical limitations #but imo its more shes had to pick her battles and make do with things in her life she could not change #she is diff from cersei in that respect trying to be pragmatic not stewing in what could be hers as an eldest sib if not for being born f #or if all westeros had genderblind primogeniture like dorne #but we do see that questioning and unhappiness w her lot grow as her sl shows the limits of ladlylike 'soft power' #unofficial influence on male relatives only works so long as theyre willing to listen #and that lack of power was even present w ned fucking scaring her into not asking qs abt jon #but im not touching that can of worms #(c)lsb