#homeschool parents dni

[amongie]

homeschool parents are so cruel, actually. peak "my child is my little barbie doll" behavior. i hope homeschool parents die

[hitomisuzuya]

OMG- SUZU'S REQUESTS ARE OPENNNN-

Could I request Scaramouche and Wanderer as the reader's step brothers?? They're twins, their mom is engaged to our mom-

When the parents started dating, they both thought about introducing their children to each other if the date goes well- their 5th date, they both decided to bring their children! So we meet them, bla bla bla-

She's an innocent little shi- purely because she doesn't talk with people, and was homeschooled most of her life-

Scaramouche and Wanderer both thought she was so fucking stupid, and they find it cute(somehow😭🙏🏻)-

When their parents got engaged, they(our mom and us) moved in with them(Scara, Wanderer, and Ei)—

She wore revealing things around the house and she doesn't know how Scaramouche and Wanderer thought about that, she wasn't really used to being around guys, considering that she's only been with her mother and stuff like that-

They've been holding out for weeks- one day, they both just couldn't hold back anymore- they waited until their parents were gone for their date, then they took their chance.

(can we also fast forward to the wedding day?? After the wedding, our parents went to- uhm- screw eachother-🙏🏻

While our parents got on with that shit, they also screwed us. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻) -exclude this if you want:>

(Something specificccc- can this include bondage?)

Have a wonderful and amazing day, Suzu!!🖤

Don't forget to take care of yourself!!🖤

Here, some flowers to my favorite writer 💐🌹🌷💐

🖤🖤🖤

stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. scaramouche x fem! reader. wanderer x fem!reader. smut. threesome. bondage. degradation. scaramouche receiving. wanderer giving. sex toy for funsies.

thank you so much 🥺 it always makes my day hearing i am someone's favorite writer ❤️ this is kinda dirty.

scaramouche and wanderer certainly didn't expect for their mother to want to marry. or to gain a stepsister. a sweet, delicate stepsister they both wanted to devour.

you are so sweet and innocent. very naive having been homeschooled. dumb in an curious and quite frankly adorable way. quiet as a mouse. you didn't even like making noise at night if you knew other people were asleep.

you didn't have any idea what you did to them. you always wore things that highlighted every dip and curve of your body. tank tops and low cut shirts that your breasts spilled out of if you leaned over. short, pleated skirts with thigh highs. today in particular you'd woren a skirt wanderer in particular enjoyed seeing you in, with thigh highs that made him want to sink down underneath the table in the kitchen and fuck his tongue into your pussy.

tonight was the night. the moment the mom's left on their date, they were going to take you. they felt you were ready for them, and they couldn't hold back anymore.

you were also hiding a secret of your own. you had an enormous crush on both of your stepbrothers. you weren't supposed to have feelings like that. they were never supposed to know and honestly, it was no surprise that caved easily to them.

your cheeks flushed dark realizing the position you were in. you were laying on your bed, legs spread and naked. your wrists were handcuffed above your head, wanderer slotted between your thighs. his tongue is greedily enjoying devouring your hole.

had both of wanderer's hands not been busy holding your legs spread with one, the other wagging and teasing the vibrator they both knew you had on your clit, he would've reached down and stroked his straining cock feeling your body twitching in pleasure in his hand.

his tongue swept languidly over your pussy, drunk on your taste. he alternated between fucking his tongue into your whole and pumping the vibrator in and out of your creamy cunt. he moaned shakily, latching his lips around your throbbing clit.

scaramouche was kneeling at your head, his cock pulsing as he watched your face contort in pleasure. wanderer was pulling moans from you that quite frankly made him feel jealous. grasping the back of your head, he turned it so you were looking at him. he poked his leaking cockhead against your lips.

your cheeks flushed as he smeared precum on your lips. you opened your mouth, scooping his cock head into your mouth to suck on. "who knew our stepsister was such a slut," he groaned, gritted his teeth as your mouth sucked wet and eager. grasping a handful of your hair, he bobbed your mouth up and down on his cock.

wanderer's eyes rolled closed, tasting your pussy clench on his tongue. his thumb turned up the settling on the vibrator, drool pooling from the corner of your mouth as you muffled moans on scaramouche's cock. jolts of pleasure shot through your body, your clit throbbing harder from the increased vibrations. "fuck, she's so close to cumming," he moaned huskily, his mouth sucking and working your pussy over in ways you'd only fingered yourself at night thinking about.

you were helpless, wrists delicately cuffed above your head. you wanted so badly to reach down and tangle your fingers in wanderer's soft hair, pressing his mouth down onto your cunt while you grinded your clit shamelessly on the vibrator.

scoffing, scaramouche pulled his cock from your mouth. a string of salvia connected your tongue to his cock. "shaking like a leaf, what a whore," as good as your pretty mouth felt taking his cock, he was quite content to fist his cock watching your body twitched with your impending orgasm. it was a treat watching you struggle to keep it together.

"please, please..feels so good," you choked back a whimper bubbling up behind your moans. scaramouche was far more pent up than he thought he was. your plea made cum spill out onto your chest. the frustration of not fucking you caught up with him.

as much as wanderer wanted to taste you creaming on his tongue, it was intoxicating to keep you on the edge. you sure had been slowly edging them without doing anything when they first met you. he shut the vibrator off, smirking at your whimper of protest as he took his mouth off your cunt. "be a good girl, and take it, slut," he teased, delivering a wet tap to your clit.

your cheeks flushed with adoration, your back arching off the bed, moaning from the teasingly rough treatment. scaramouche moved away from your head, as wanderer moved to your head. pulling you down the bed some by your ankle, he hastily spread your legs, grinding his cock head on your clit.

your hips immediately rocked up to rub your clit on the tip, your breath hitching in your throat in anticipation. your pussy was puffy and aching to be stretched apart by scaramouche's cock.

"stroke, but don't make me cum," wanderer hissed, taking your hand and putting it on his cock. he wants so badly to cum inside of you, even though your breasts would look twice as good spattered with his cum mixing with scaramouche's.

you stroked and pumped your hand on wanderer's cock, massaging your thumb on the head. the blush on your cheeks darkened feeling his cock pulse in your hand. "good girl," he sighed shakily, rutting into your hand.

your moans rose to a shameless octave as scaramouche pushed his cock inside of you. you gasped in pleasure feeling him slowly stretch you apart,your body shaking as he bottomed out with a harsh but languid thrust. the chilly metal of the handcuffs rubbed against your wrists as your fingernails dug into the palms of your hands.

"slut was practically been begging to be fucked by us," scaramouche moaned huskily, firmly grasping and kneading his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs. he didn't hold back anything in his thrusts, pumping his cock into you almost carelessly, all his frustration of holding himself back all this time releasing all at once.

you saw stars as his cock bullied into your sweet spot, bringing you even closer to the edge. your poor little body was wracked and nearly limp with pleasure. you struggled to form words to tell him how good his cock felt, but another burst of pleasure only caused them to fall away broken into moans.

wanderer's fingers dipped down to tease and pinch one of your hardened nipples, sending stronger shocks of pleasure to your clit. "fuck, i can feel you cumming," scaramouche hissed, letting out a satisfied, husky groan. his cock pulsed as your walls clutched tight while you creamed on his cock.

scaramouche's milky cum ribboned inside of you, your pathetic moans of pleasure fueling his thrusts as he chased his high. wanderer batted your hand away from his cock before his cum spilled into it. you hadn't even come down from your orgasm before wanderer was bullying his cock inside of you.

a softer part of scaramouche showed briefly for a moment, moving up to your head once he pulled out to rest your head in his lap. "you are all ours now, doll," he purred condescendingly down at you, taking hold of your cuffed wrists to keep them in place, the fingers of his free hand stroking through your hair.

"good girl," wanderer moaned, surrendering himself to the tight, warm feeling of your pussy, "keep crying for me just like that."

you were made for them, after all.

[wndaswife]

a change in you | wanda maximoff & gn!reader

A strong friendship had developed between you and Wanda after she moved to the compound, but ever since you'd gotten a girlfriend, she grew distant and abrasive without explanation.

Word count: 5228

Tags: smut, angst, jealousy, fluff, fingering, this was written in september and i needed to get it out of drafts, so there will be stylistic differences, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

gif credit to creator.

“What do you like about sitcoms?” you asked Wanda, looking over to her as you lifted a handful of popcorn to your mouth. She was leaning against you, your head resting atop hers as her eyes were focused on the black-and-white scene in front of her. Your cheek was pressed against the top of Wanda’s head, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. 

Wanda shrugged, reaching up to take a few pieces of popcorn from your hand instead of the large bowl laying in her lap. “I’ve always liked them,” she answered. You loved hearing about Wanda’s childhood, the life she held so dearly to her heart. 

Beyond the Strucker experiments, beyond HYDRA and Ultron, beyond being an Avenger, Wanda Maximoff had an innate devotion to love and be loved in return. Everyone she had ever loved and lost were held deep within her. Wanda was driven by those lucky enough to be loved by her, driven to appease, to create a universe within your busy lives for the two of you. The reason she fought, dreamt, and lived was for the profound depths that laid beyond the guises of being a fighter, formed with the intention of filling it with a life surrounded by family.

Watching sitcoms became a tradition for the two of you at the end of the week, cuddled up under mounds of thick blankets and snacks that you introduced Wanda to. Tonight, it was something simple- Maltesers and popcorn.

“As a child, my family would drop everything to watch sitcoms together. My father worked all day. My mother homeschooled Pietro and I,” Wanda recalled. “We were poor. My parents tried their best to make a life for us. When we sat together in front of the television at the end of the day, it was one of the only times I felt like we were a normal family. Like a better future was plausible.”

She lifted her head from your shoulder and looked up at you. With a smile that never ceased to make your heart swell, she said, “And now, it’s a tradition for us.”

That was a month ago, and the last time you and Wanda spent time together.

Wanda left the communal kitchen and lounge area whenever you entered the room. She never answered when you knocked on her bedroom door. During meetings and conferences, she would choose not to sit by you, and if she had no choice but to take the seat beside you, she wouldn’t utter a word to you nor even meet your eyes. Sometimes she’d even choose to stand for the meetings entirety.

You’d gotten Natasha to speak with Wanda for you, and that seemed innocent enough until she brought you up.

Maybe someone detached from the Avenger life would be more effective in getting information from Wanda. You asked Marie to speak to her for you.

Marie was your girlfriend who you’d only just started seeing. She was funny and big-hearted, and insanely smart. You had met her on a mission while she was interning for the Avengers’ lead nursing team. Despite everything, Wanda hated her, and that wasn’t an exaggeration.

You’d heard from some of the others that she’d been talking badly about her ever since the day you got Marie to approach Wanda while she was making lunch for herself. The things you’d heard that Wanda said about her was entirely uncharacteristic of her. She was never like this before.

She’d done a complete one-eighty — one day she had been cuddling up to you on a Friday night like you’d always done with her, then avoiding you all at once and telling your mutual friends that Marie was a gold-digging whore who only wanted you for your title as an Avenger.

Wanda’s validation of your relationship was evidently important to you, yet you didn’t question why it was for a moment through the weeks you craved her approval of Marie. What lay in deep slumber like a sleeping dragon within you beyond layers of confusion and frustration was something you would’ve classified as heartbreak if you had paid any mind to it. You found it was easier on you to be shrouded in infuriated shadows rather than to feel the pain of having Wanda turn on you the way she had, like the flick of a switch as if you had meant nothing to her.

Months of movie nights and conversations and hours spent comforting her and making her laugh- was it no more than a fleeting memory? Had Wanda always intended it to be this way? 

Sightings of the Sokovian became scarce. She had taken up a significant amount of missions despite Steve’s advising against it as she volunteered to be dispatched for the smallest of expeditions. Even the Avengers had their working hours, and ever since she’d met Marie, Wanda had been working overtime. When she wasn’t on missions, she was out.

Always out.

Even while Wanda hadn’t been seen by you in days, Marie refused to come around the compound anymore. She was a particularly conflict-avoidant woman, and once she got word of what Wanda had been saying about her, Marie told you that she refused to intrude into Wanda’s territory any longer. The distance was putting a strain on your relationship with her.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen Marie since Wanda’s criticisms of your girlfriend reached you, because you had. You often met with her outside the compound in the city, or her apartment in Queens. But it wasn’t enough to patch whatever rifts had formed between the two of you. Perhaps it was also the tension Wanda had put on your relationship; the strange wire you were walking on while both evading confronting Wanda and wanting to defend your girlfriend.

Wanda was your best friend, and she still was, wasn’t she? If there was a chance to talk about what she had said about Marie as friends rather than people deluded by misinterpretation and blind anger, then you would take it. You just had to wait for the chance to come.

But as time went on, waiting for Wanda to apologise and anticipating to see her in the hallways one day, your relationship with Marie only continued to slowly fracture, from her cancelling plans to ignoring your calls entirely. Not only was time for Wanda running out, but you had quickly grown tired of waiting for her as it became clear that she wasn’t going to approach you or take her words back.

You weren’t sure why Wanda had stopped talking to you, why she had suddenly belittled your partner, or why she had completely flipped a switch on you, but you had no more patience in waiting for answers. You needed one, at least. If Wanda could tell you why she had given up on her friendship with you, things would be easier. If she refused to befriend you, even without rationalisation, you would build up from there. An answer — that was all you needed.

There were no missions today, no excursions, no errands that needed to be done that Wanda could take up as an excuse for avoiding you. When you asked her room neighbour, Vision told you she had left early in that morning and was yet to return. You had even asked him if he knew what was wrong with her, and he simply told you that she was concerned for you. Within his ever wise and omniscient advice, he told you that you should’ve considered how distressed she was, how heavy conflict could be for particularly-affected individuals.

Bullshit.

Wanda wasn’t ‘distressed.’ She was being a bitch, and you had enough of waiting for her to take responsibility for what she's done and be a good person, to apologise for what she said. Because she wouldn’t on her own.

You pushed open the doors of the compound’s training room. Clashing metal echoed through the illustrious room, filled with ever-updating technology and machines set up solely for training and practice. The newest addition to the gymnasium was the holopad. It was a four-dimensional holographic platform for hand-to-hand combat training. 

You rounded the training room’s equipment to see the holopad being used, a figure of flashing red and ivory white reducing Ultron bots to holographic pixels. His familiar robotic voice spoke gibberish as they approached Wanda from all angles. 

She was quicker than she had been during the battle in Sokovia. Her senses were peaked, her fingers flexing and her arms outstretched to take the approaching holograms by their heads, detaching them from their necks. Pixelated metal torsos were ripped from their bodies, robotic cries of defeat echoed against the otherwise empty room as their bodies dissipated and formed new training targets. 

One of the program’s more impressive feats was that the user could program for the machine to conjure any adversary. Sometimes, for Tony, it was Steve. For Wanda, Ultron. But today, you expected for the pixelated opponents to be of Marie’s face. 

You approached the holopad, standing at the base of its staircase before calling Wanda’s name out. 

The sudden noise made her flinch, breaking her focus and allowing the Ultron bots to reach her. Their holographic arms permeated her body, causing a myriad of colours to reflect against her before the holopad flashed red and reset to its blank state.

She looked down at you, panting as she steadied her breath. Wanda pushed her hair back and looked down to her hands to take her gloves off, sensory coverings that helped the pad tell where her hands were and the magic she was using as she fought. Wanda stepped down from the platform, velcro sounding loudly as she slipped the black gloves off and laid them on the control tablet’s stand. 

“What do you want?” she asked in vexation, placing her hands on her hips and staring straight at you. She was wearing black leggings and a grey tank, strands of dark hair slick against her forehead. 

“What the fuck is the matter with you?“ you snapped, taking a step towards her, demanding an answer even through the way you approached her.

Wanda feigned ignorance, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She turned to pick her water bottle up from the floor, but you took hold of her wrist, forcing her to straighten and face you again. 

“You called my girlfriend a gold-digging whore,” you reminded her with a scowl. Wanda forced her wrist out of your hold at the mention of Marie. 

“And?” she retorted, her head tipping to the side, daring you to argue with her. 

You scoffed, and Wanda bristled, almost disappointed you weren’t more angry. “And?” you repeated incredulously. Wanda’s eyebrows raised expectantly. “We didn’t do anything to you.”

Stiff lines formed on either side of Wanda’s jaw as she clenched her teeth, her eyes widening in apparent fury. She shouted as if the basic foundations of a relationship were unheard of by her, “We? Is that what you and Marie are now? You care about what she thinks?”

You shrugged with your palms upturned, your expression frozen in disbelief. “I don’t know, Wanda. Did you think things would be the same after we started dating?”

The muscles in Wanda’s neck flexed, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled heavily, her body trembling with restrained anger. She turned suddenly, picking up her waterbottle and speeding past you in a furious delirium.

You followed after her, picking up speed as Wanda did as she tried to flee from your vicinity. “We’re not doing this again! We’re not just going to stop talking for weeks, just for me to have to chase after you like this!” you called from behind her.

“Chasing after me? You’re such a mess,” Wanda scoffed as she pushed the gym’s doors open, not bothering to hold it open for you. It nearly crashed into your face and you stuck your hands out to catch it, pushing it forward and slamming it against the adjacent wall as you glowered at Wanda from behind. You followed Wanda into the hallway leading into the changing rooms and showers.

Your hand made contact with her shoulder and you pulled her back, spinning her around and causing her to stumble until she steadied herself to face you. The tears forming in your eyes made Wanda’s angry veil crack momentarily. “Why are you acting like this?” you asked her, your voice breaking. Having been masked with Marie’s company and utter confusion for the last month, the sorrow of losing Wanda from your life took seeing her in person to set in.

Wanda’s eyes flickered between both of yours. Her expression softened but her resolve did not. “I don’t understand why you care about me so much, Y/N. You have… Marie,” she whispered out, trying to meet your eyes through your glassy tears. The very act of saying your girlfriend’s name was an obvious struggle for her.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your wrists and laughed humorlessly. “Wanda…” you mumbled out. Your hands dropped to your sides and you met her eyes, the most sincere the two of you have been in weeks. “It doesn’t matter who else I have in my life. It never would’ve mattered. You’re you. Marie is Marie.”

She shook her head, her eyes not leaving yours for a moment. “What are you trying to say?” she asked you cluelessly.

“I mean that I missed you, and all you were doing was avoiding me no matter how hard I tried to get your attention. Do you regret getting close to me?”

Wanda inhaled shakily, her shoulders raising. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug and closing her eyes. “I missed you too,” she said into your hair, squeezing you tighter. “Y/N, you don’t understand.”

Anger scorched up your throat and you pushed Wanda away, causing her to stumble backwards. “What don’t I understand, Wanda? You can’t just keep doing this to me.”

“No, Y/N, I—“

“I don’t want to hear anymore bullshit.”

“It’s not! Stop interrupting me and listen.”

You pushed past her anyways, your eyes brimming with tears as your vision became clouded. To have Wanda see you like this, someone who was perfectly fine with pretending you didn’t exist for a month, was certain death.

Four words suddenly blurted out from behind you, attaching chains to your ankles and stopping you where you stood. 

“Y/N, I love you.”

Your chin met your shoulder as you looked back at Wanda. Her shoulders were raised, her posture tense as her fists clenched. 

“I love you,” she repeated, and you saw her shoulder raise when she inhaled sharply.

You turned around completely, your body facing hers. “I heard you,” you answered. Wanda might’ve fled the room in tears had it not been for the confused furrow of your eyebrows and the trembling of your bottom lip. 

“I wished—” Wanda’s mouth shut and she swallowed before correcting herself, “I wish you had never met Marie. I wish you had never started dating her.” The confession spilled from beyond her lips as if it was hastily scripted, her words’ intentions clear but her execution painfully poor.

“You really don’t like her…?” you questioned meekly.

An exasperated sigh escaped from Wanda, her entire body deflating as you continued to misunderstand her. “I don’t like her,” she said. “She’s not good enough for you. Not funny or that smart.”

Your hand raised to your forehead and you massage your temple with your thumb. Your arm fell to your side and you looked straight ahead at Wanda with helpless eyes.

She was taking steps towards you without warning after dropping her waterbottle to the floor, not giving you a moment to even stumble backwards before one of Wanda’s hands wrapped around the back of your neck, her other coming up to cup your cheek. She pulled you against her, crushing your lips against hers bruisingly. You watched her eyes screw together tightly before your own eyes fluttered shut.

Your hands found her hips and you pulled her against you.

Desperate groans and greedy moans were exchanged into your mouths between warm pants. Without conscious volition, your hands began to roam Wanda’s body, taking your best friend in ways you had never before as your hands ran up her back, gripping her sides with possession that made Wanda melt.

You disconnected from Wanda’s swollen lips and leaned down to bury your face into the crook of her neck, her soft hair shrouding your face as you peppered wet kisses up the side of her neck. You could feel the vibrations of her moans against your lips.

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered your name out. Your tongue ran flush up Wanda’s neck, making her shiver and stumble in your hold before your lips reached her jaw and you sucked at her skin. You found yourself walking forward, leaving Wanda to stagger backwards in attempts to catch up with you and avoid tripping. She was led backwards until her back was pressed against something firm, and she was trapped firmly between you and the wall.

You raised your head and looked at Wanda, a small smile pulling at your lips at the sight of her dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks. “I love you too, Wanda,” you finally told her, your forehead pressed against hers as she looked at you.

Wanda was an enigma. Truly. Her eyes began to well in warm tears and her head hung as she cried into your chest. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she sobbed. “I missed you so much. It was so painful to… But I didn’t know what else to do.” Your hands raised from her waist and you wrapped your arms around Wanda’s trembling shoulders, hushing her softly as she continued to cry. “I couldn’t stand seeing you with her, to know that I could never be what she is to you.”

Pulling away from her enough to cup her cheek and tilt her head up, you kissed Wanda’s tear-stained cheeks. “You are everything to me. With someone else or not, I love you, Wanda. I always will,” you said, your thumb stroking her cheekbone gently. “I shouldn’t have let you feel that way.”

“Don’t,” she argued. Wanda buried her face into the crook of your neck and closed her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around your waist and you wondered if she’d ever let go. You imagined that having Wanda hanging onto your waist until the end of time wouldn’t be such a bad thing. “I don’t want to think about that anymore,” Wanda muttered. She whispered, “Just be with me.”

“Always,” you replied. Your hand cradled the back of Wanda’s head, your other arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulling her into a tight hug. 

After a few silent moments of being embraced by one another, Wanda pulled away from you, slipping out from between you and the wall with a small sniffle. Her arm that was wrapped around your waist fell to her side before she took your hand in hers. With a smile that made your heart swell, as it had hundreds of times before like it would in your future, Wanda led you forward. She pushed open the door to the shower room and the two of you walked in, passing Wanda’s locker and handfuls of others while you followed behind her and watched the swaying of her long dark hair.

Once arriving at one of the showers, Wanda pushed the shower curtain open and turned the shower’s hot water on. While steam began clouding around the two of you, Wanda let go of your hand and undressed. Eye contact was only broken with you when she pulled her shirt over her head. Her ivory skin glistened with a thin layer of shower steam and she stepped towards you when she was simply in her bra and underwear.

Your hands rounded her body as you undid her bra while Wanda tugged at your pants’ waistband before it fell to the ground. Her bra slipped from her shoulders and it dropped on top of your pants. You wrapped an arm around her hips and leaned down to press a kiss to the valley of her breasts. Wanda looked down at you with a soft smile while she played with your hair. 

Slow fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and you pulled them down. Wanda stepped out of the garment once it fell to the shower room’s floor. 

Wanda undressed you next, her hands running up the soft plains of your body. Green eyes flickered over every inch of your bareness in attempts to saturate you into her memory forever. Her palms ran up your chest and she placed her hands on your shoulders. Wanda pulled the shower curtain back again and she led you in. 

Your fingers traced the stretch marks on Wanda’s hips as she walked backwards into the shower. The two of you were soon shrouded in its steam. “You’re so beautiful, Wanda,” you whispered, soaking in her bare body as a flower to the sun at the break of dawn. Her cheeks flushed pink and you kissed her when she tried to look away.

Neither of you bothered to close the shower curtain and you pushed Wanda into the shower wall carefully. Your hand found its way between her thighs and she let out a shaky breath against your lips. Both of your bodies became wet with hot water, but it was you who was responsible for the sticky slick that coated Wanda’s inner thighs. 

Your fingers delved into Wanda’s folds while your thumb drew lazy shapes against her clit. Wanda’s head was lolled back against the wall, moaning out in pleasure. Her arms were wrapped around your neck, pulling you ever closer as if frightened that you might leave without warning. Your other hand groped Wanda’s breast, your palm running smoothly against her hardened nipple. 

“Y/N, please,” Wanda pleaded, her eyes opening to meet yours, her emerald gaze seeping with desperation. Her hips jerked down against your fingers. Pride swelled in your chest as you watched her writhe for you, a sight reserved only for you. “I want to feel you,” she whispered against your lips. “I want to be yours.”

Moving forward to kiss Wanda’s cheek, you laid your forehead against hers as your slick fingers centred against her opening. You felt her thighs trembling against your own and pushed her further against the shower wall, holding her up. Smooth fingers delved past her opening and Wanda clenched her jaw, a restrained groan leaving her. With a fluttering heart, you watched as her eyes screwed shut, her mouth falling open to moan her hot breath against your chin.

Your lips captured hers, though it was short-lived as your fingers pushed through her velvety walls and Wanda panted out hasty exhales. Once before, you had discussed sex with Wanda. She wasn’t a virgin, although her first time consisted of a myriad of lazy kisses and disinterested fucking. From what you knew, Wanda hadn’t been seeing anyone, and although you had recently spent a month without speaking, the way she clenched around your digits and exhaled trembling breaths implied she hadn’t been touched like this in quite a while.

At the realisation, you ducked your head down and pressed openmouthed kisses to her neck, her wet hair sticking to every plain of skin it could find. Wanda's head was thrown back, her body arching into yours as her hips lowered in jerky motions. She craved more yet knew so little in what the tightening in her lower stomach meant with you. But you were receptive.

Fingers quickened and the Sokovian’s moans turned into what could only be described as squeals. She tried pulling back, pressing her ass against the wall at the sudden unfamiliar intrusion into her pussy, but your wrist surged forward, refusing to part from Wanda’s cunt. The heel of your hand met her clit and you flattened it against her sensitive nub.

Wanda whimpered in response, her entire body melting in your hold despite the juxtaposing quivering of her walls.

Leaving cold trails of saliva in your wake, your kisses reached the valley of her breasts and you let go of one to cup her cheek. At the feeling of your warm hand caressing her, Wanda’s eyes fluttered open. Her head tipped down and she met your eyes, audacious and unequivocal as you looked up at her from between her breasts.

With your hand still on her cheek, you made her look down at you when your lips wrapped around a rosy erect nipple. Shaky lips formed into a smile as Wanda watched the way you loved her. 

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered meekly, “that feels so good.” Amongst the pleasurable writhing deep within her lower stomach as your fingers continued to fuck her pussy was the intertwining of something warm that only grew the longer she watched you suckle at her breast gently. “You make me feel…”

Your lips found her other nipple and Wanda struggled to maintain eye contact with you. You allowed her to loll her head back against the shower wall in mindless pleasure.

“... So good,” Wanda uttered, her words mumbled out from her mouth weakly. The shower fogged up with hot steam as hot water continued to stream down on the two of you, which was a partial reason as to why the rising and falling of Wanda’s chest was perpetually quickening. You hummed in response, the soft exhaling from your nose teasing at her nipple.

The sound of your thrusting fingers found an accelerating tempo while Wanda’s cunt squelched with the repetitive penetration of her tight hole. The soft hiss of the running hot shower behind you turned into a muddled hum as your senses were filled with nothing but Wanda’s moans, the feeling of her cunt wrapped around your fingers, the feeling of her soft creamy skin running under your hands.

A teasing tug of Wanda’s nipple from between your teeth made her yelp, and despite the reaction, she pulled you closer. You raised yourself up to her face again and began rubbing the heel of your hand against her clit side to side.

“You gonna come soon, Wands?” you asked her, a teasing smirk on your lips.

Through her weak haze, Wanda grinned in return at the use of the nickname. It’d been so long since she’d heard it last. She pulled herself against you, her head resting on your shoulder. “Gonna come,” she confirmed, hugging her arms around your neck tightly. “I love being with you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Your arm raised to wrap around her waist, your hand pressing flush against her back and pulling her closer. You kissed Wanda’s temple and felt her smile against your neck. “I love you too, Wanda. So much,” you uttered against her wet skin. “Come for me, my angel.”

Despite the curling of your fingers deep within her pussy, it was your use of the pet name that brought Wanda to her high. She buried her face further into your neck when she came, but you raised your head, pulling back slightly to watch her screwed-shut eyes and parted lips. Her knees buckled and she fell forward against you, but you held her up. The raspy cries that left her from beyond her soft lips were comparable to siren’s calls, tempting and every moment alluring.

You had never seen her this way before, and no one else but you ever would. Wanda was every inch yours as you’d be for her from then on, belonging to her, your best friend and the only woman you’d ever love.

Wanda’s arms were limp around your neck as her orgasm washed over her in its final moments. Her arms slipped from your shoulders and dropped to your hips instead, holding you albeit weakly. Her thighs trembled as she held herself up, her hips buckling against yours. She panted against your neck, her warm breath travelling down your chest and hardening your nipples.

With a proud smile, you slipped your fingers out of Wanda’s cunt and she whimpered, hips jerking down at the empty feeling. After running the tips of your fingers through her folds, you slipped your hand out from between Wanda’s thighs. Hooded green eyes looked up at you as you slid your coated fingers past your lips, cheeks hollowing in as you savoured her tangy sweet flavour. Wanda flushed at the sight and you took your fingers out of your mouth to lean down and kiss her.

No resistance was present when you pushed your tongue past Wanda’s lips, spreading the flavour of her pussy through her mouth. When you parted from her lips to press a kiss to her forehead, Wanda mumbled out, “I love you.” The words gave her an instant high, having been burying it deep within her ever since she’d known you, the closest she’d ever gotten to bringing it to the surface being in platonic humorous confessions of love between friends. But now it was different. Wanda could love you without hesitation.

Your hand came to the back of her head, stroking her hair as you whispered sweet promises against her warm skin.

If given enough time, Wanda would’ve been able to fall asleep standing up as you held her, hot water encapsulating both your bodies. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Wanda,” you told her and she smiled up at you sleepily. 

For the next little while, you washed Wanda’s hair, scratching at her scalp gently as she leaned back into you. You pulled her backwards to run her shampooed hair under the shower, your fingers raking through her long hair as you washed it through. You pressed kisses to Wanda’s body at every given chance, on her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her shoulder blades.

It was true that things were different, and after that day, it always would be. But there was something so special about loving silence that both you and Wanda shared, and irregardless of the changes that would come about, your hearts would continue to swell larger than any spiel of words could at the stillness your shared love brought.

You’d never love each other from a distance again, no word gone unexchanged, no moment of time spent hiding the way every instinct screamed out with a fervent desire to reach out to one another, yearning for the embrace of the other. 

You could embrace Wanda in a way you’d never been able to before, or rather because you hadn’t ever known what your feelings for her meant —the tightening in your chest when she had avoided you, the fluttering of your heart when she took your hand. 

Throughout the years that would pass spent with her, one thing would always remain true; Wanda and you have always loved each other, in the longing stares and the hidden blushes, in the stabilising of your quickening heart when you took Wanda into your chest and listened to her steady breaths.

When you’d rinsed Wanda’s body of soap and her hair of shampoo, she turned to pull you close and looked up at you. “I’ll be yours forever, won’t I, Y/N?” she asked.

Without even a moment’s worth of thinking it over, you answered, “Always.”

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SHIFTBLR INTRODUCTION !!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ hii my name is valentina ! ive known about shifting since september 2020, and have been in and out of the community over the years.

⌗ basics !

- im 16 years old

- im a virgo

- im mexican but was born in the U.S.

- I wasn't taught spanish growing up, but that's what shifting is for right?

- she/her are my preferred pronouns

- I like rock and metal music

- my favorite color is pink

- im homeschooled

⌗ my drs !

main drs : better cr & 2015 fame dr

other drs : modern fame dr, marauders fame dr, parent dr

I will be permashifting to my better cr!

⌗ DNI !

- basic dni (racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, etc..)

- anti-shifters

- pro-shippers

that's it for now! ill probably be documenting my journey on here if anyone wants to follow along or be friends!! <3

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cg!the batman (2004) headcannons ᯓᡣ𐭩

x - x - x

—DNI NSFW—

· likes to pretend he’s a single parent even though it’s Alfred teaching him how to take care of you

· Makes comments on what the butler picks out for you- “Won’t it be chilly today? What if he catches a cold?”…”Master Bruce, I assure you, I’ve checked the forecast.”

· Has Alfred teach him how to cook breakfast so he can make food for you.

· Likes holding you close to his chest and whispering in your ear to make you go to sleep- is very advanced in the art of staying up late too make sure you get sleep- Alfred takes over when it becomes clear that Bruce needs sleep just as much as you do. He lays you down on your tummy and gently pats and rubs your back against your onesie to soothe you to sleep. He’ll play old records too.

· Bruce acts out the stories he reads to you. Literally. He can’t tell a story without setting up some sort of fortress and moving around it in a manner that makes you giggle. Anything to make you laugh.

· You hang off of him every chance you get. He doesn’t even have to be holding you for you to be hanging off of his shoulder or arm.

· You present to be the most well behaved little boy at the multitudes of dinner parties and charity balls that your dad hosts. Both Alfred and Bruce fret over you constantly but you manage to woo the crowd every chance you get.

· You prove to be a much better novice cook than your Dad, which he playfully sulks at before surprise picking you up and tickle attacking you.

· Not too much tv time- Alfred makes sure you’re always occupied whenever Bruce is away. Whether that be playing with toys or dancing on his toes to your favorite sounds with a wide smile on your face.

· You prove to be a much better novice cook than your Dad, which he playfully sulks at before surprise picking you up and tickle attacking you.

· Your sleep schedule is never really set. Whenever Alfred or Bruce puts you down to bed you end up sneaking down to the batcave, wide awake. You’re quite the stealth master yourself so Bruce only knows you're down there when Ace comes out of the darkness. Both just sigh at your insistence on staying up.

· You’re homeschooled. Everyone knows that Bruce- millionaire playboy who invests so much in his company his workers are prim and pampered-is your caretaker. So it’s not wise to just send you out into the world thinking nobody’s gonna at least try to kidnap you because of who you are. Besides, you don’t like the attention it brings.

· When you’re regressed to smaller ages and don’t like to be away from your Dad you have a little spot carved out in the batcave. Alfred likes to put you in baby jail a lot- a room with all your favorite toys directly across from the kitchen which he can see into.

· In the summer you guys garden. A bunch. Carrots, peas (bleh), parsley, tomatoes, beans, potatoes, and much much more. You don’t necessarily like getting your hands dirty but it’s fun when both your dad and Alfred are around.

· You and your Dad go sit underneath a tree when it’s especially hot and just enjoy the breeze and sounds. You usually fall asleep in his lap while he reads. You’ve forced him to recognize early on that his life can’t just be all work and no play. And the fear of leaving you early on to fend for yourself is still there, a blight on many of his days with you. It’s not like they’re numbered- more the suddenness of it.

· Leaving you without him is similar to the suddenness of a slammed door and the resounding quietness afterwards. Just like his parents did. In the blink of an eye, a mere snap of a finger, a subsequent pulling of the trigger. It’s instant. But he can’t live his life in fear. Knowing that without you the sweetness of life wouldn’t be fully realized.

· That he’d miss out on so many silly moments that only you could come up and he be the benefactor of. Being Batman is not so much about avenging his parents deaths anymore, but protecting those kids who would otherwise be out of luck if he didn’t exist. In a way, he does it for you.

· It’s what makes him clench you that much tighter despite the heat and the cicadas. What makes him hold your hand tighter at those annoying dinner parties. What makes him feel just that much lighter when he’s around you. What makes him work harder when it comes down to the nitty gritty of being a vigilante.

· You have one stuffed animal despite your Dads insistence on buying you more. It’s well-loved and you make sure whenever Alfred goes to wash it that he’s very gentle despite just how many times he’s gone about the task of washing said stuffie.

· He loves spoiling you, whether it be coming home with sweets you like (macarons hands down.) or bringing you toys and pacifiers and babas. It’s frankly impossible to get him to stop spending money on you. You rarely ask for anything but when you do oh boy you better hope he doesn’t buy multiples of the exact same thing just for you.

· What you do have in multitudes is blankets. Dozens of them on you and your dads bed for you and Ace to snuggle into.

· Bruce and Alfred always like to remind you that they love you. For Bruce it’s a quick kiss on the cheek that he pulls you into. For Alfred, a squeeze of your hand whenever you guys are out (especially during the cold months) or an ask for a little hand when he’s baking a sweet treat.

· Bruce is always peeling or cutting your fruit you. He learned from Alfred and now just likes the mundanity that comes with plating cut up and small digestible foods on your cute little separated plate and placing it in front of you while your playing pretend with something he carved.

· You very often go to Wayne tower with him. You curiously mock and observe all the little human quirks about your dad that people don't tend to pick up on.

note: There are different renditions of Batman everywhere. This specific rendition (The Batman, 2004) follows a younger, more naive Bruce Wayne who is just settling into his role as Batman- thus my headcannons might seem a bit out of character from the one you might be used to. However, this one, is not. This Batman is one I’ve known in particular for a very long time (been watching and rewatching this one since I was 14) and thus I write more about him because that’s what I feel comfortable with. He isn’t out of character, he’s just a different version.

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Secret's Out

Bruce Wayne x plus size gn!reader

Bruce gets a crush on Dick’s tutor but is hesitant on letting them into his life because of you know, the whole running around as a bat thing.

Warnings: FLUFF, references to struggling in school, the usual batman injuries and angst

WC: 1.4k

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The life of the Batman was often lonely. Late nights and early mornings meant Bruce didn’t have a lot of time for anything other than his son and making rare appearances in public so a relationship was out of the question. But dear god did he crave that intimacy.

He wanted to wake up beside someone, have someone share the load of being a parent to a very energetic child with him. And sex, but that goes without saying. But there was too much at risk. What if they got hurt because of his nightly activities? If he shared his secret would they leave him and expose it to the public? Would they break Dick’s heart?

So he resolved to be lonely for the rest of his life. It was too bad that his heart had a mind of its own though.

Dick had been struggling in school, he found it difficult to connect to the other kids in Gotham Academy and thus his grades were slipping. After a particularly heartbreaking melt down from the small boy after another child rejected his friendship, Bruce and Alfred had a very difficult conversation. 

They decided that homeschooling one on one with a tutor for at least a semester would help Dick become more secure in his academics and interact with someone outside of his family. So, each night, while Batman and Robin cleaned up the streets of Gotham, Alfred trolled through the internet and newspapers, trying to find someone suitable for his grandson.

Eventually, he did. You had more than enough qualifications, a masters in education with specialisation in science and english, a long list of glowing recommendations, and a small collection of special skills that made him smile. Dick had been wary when they approached him about you, he was scared that this new teacher would treat him the same as the others, pushing him down and making him feel bad about himself.

But after a long trip to the Gotham pier complete with him and his father consuming their weight in ice-cream, he came around. And thank god he did.

You were a life-saver. You not only became his teacher but you also became his best friend, his confidant, his greatest supporter and his partner in crime. The usually silent and morose halls of the manor were now filled with the childish giggles of his son, a sound that had been gone since Bruce himself was that young.

You also became a shoulder for Bruce to lean on. You joked around with him, getting him to actually smile and not the usual cocky grin he used in public. A real smile that made his cheeks hurt and his chest warm with affection. You were brilliant at helping around the house and organising galas, which wasn’t part of your job description yet you still helped.

He hated when you left for the day, getting in your crappy car that you refused to let him replace with a newer model, to travel back into the city where you lived. He wished he could have you live with them but it was too risky. He couldn’t have you learning about the Bat.

Tonight had been tough to say the least. The penguin had gotten a damn good shot in and now Bruce was sporting at least two broken ribs and a wicked bruise around his abdomen. Dick was also very sick, a bad stomach bug that Bruce blamed himself for because it was raining the night before and they still had gone out. And to top it all off, Alfred was on vacation.

Too consumed with his mission, he had called you. He asked if you would spend the night with Dick since he had an emergency he had to attend to and wasn’t sure when he would be home. You didn’t hesitate in answering with a resounding yes. You walked into the house barely ten minutes later (you definitely broke some speed limits driving over) with a bag full of medicine and tolerable food for the young boy.

“I should be back by morning. Are you sure you’ll be ok by yourself?” His veins were alight with nerves, this was now so far past the line of professionalism he had promised you when you were first hired. You just smiled kindly at him as you laid out your supplies in the guest bedroom closest to Dick.

“I’ll be fine and so will Dick. I’ll call you if something happens but I honestly doubt that it will.” Bruce sighed, a weight lifting from his chest. “Go on, we’ll be ok.” He nodded and turned to leave the room but not before hearing you call out, “Stay safe.”

He wished he had just called in Clark for tonight. He was distracted, worried about his boy, worried about what your words meant. He decided to call it an early night after ensuring that Penguin was safely in the hands of the GPD, he crawled back to the cave. Maybe if Dick was still awake, they could all watch a movie together to lift his spirits. 

As the batmobile rolled into its designated space in the cave, Bruce noticed that the many computer screens had been turned on and were flicking through various security camera footage. Had Alfred come home early and taken his place as overseer of Gotham? No, he would have been with you and Dick if he had returned.

And Dick was too sick to make it down the stairs from his room let alone get into the secret elevator that he was still too short to reach the button for on his own. That left only one plausible option.

The blue light from the screens illuminated your face beautifully, bathing you in a gentle glow that made his heart beat faster in his chest. “Welcome home, Bruce.” You softly called out, your voice both tired and slightly teasing. 

“How’d you figure it out?” Your hand came to rest on your considerable chest as you gasped in offended shock. The action made the butterflies in his stomach swirl in a storm of pure tenderness. His mind was yelling at him that there was no way to know if you could be trusted but his heart yearned for you, wanting to spill all of his secrets at your feet.

“Mr Wayne! I am not as dumb as I look!” He chuckled, shuffling closer. The blanket that had been draped around your shoulders slipped down, pooling around your wide hips. You smirked at the taller man as he came closer, coming to a stop right in front of you, the tips of your bare feet touching his armoured ones. “Besides, who else has the money and technology to be Batman but you?! Also, you always disappear mid-parties, leaving me to the wolves.” You shrugged.

“I figured it out about two days after you hired me, Dick also talks in his sleep.” Bruce sighed, releasing a breathy laugh. He pulled his cowl off, not missing the way your breath caught in your throat at the sight revealed before you. His dark hair stuck up in a hundred different directions, his bright blue eyes shining in the dim light of the computers.

“And you haven’t told anyone?” You shook your head.

“Who would I tell, besides this is the best paying job I’ve had in years, I’m not giving this up just because my boss likes to run around like a depressed Superman.” His smile fell into a very immature pout.

“I’m not a depressed Superman, he’s a bootleg Batman.” You threw your head back in laughter. Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle along with you, glad to have this huge secret out in the open. He could share the burden on his shoulders with someone he was coming to truly care about.

Your laughter soon died out into the occasional giggle that made his heart skip a beat. “Well then, let’s get you patched up and tucked into bed with your boy.” You slipped from his chair, grabbing the pre prepared first aid kit on the desk as you did so. “I do have one condition about this whole thing.”

Like the lovesick puppy he was, Bruce followed you to the medical bed in the corner, eager to agree with anything you would ask if it meant you stayed. “Anything.” He replied without hesitation.

“Get me Aqua-man’s autograph, I think he’s really hot.” 

“You what?!” But you just laughed and walked away, leaving him in a pool of self-pity and unwavering adoration. Maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t be alone anymore. After he killed Aqua-man of course.

Request: She cracked the identity of Batman. “Come on, who else has the money and technology to be Batman but you?! Also, you always disappears mid-parties too many times.”

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Daddy Knows Best, Part I

Title: Daddy Knows Best, Part I

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: StepDad!August Walker x StepDaughter!Reader

Fandom: Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: August Walker and your father were once friends. One mission, a single decision, made them enemies. August decides he needs to get his revenge. And what better way, than to become your new Daddy?

Chapter Summary: You get acquainted with your body with the help of August.

Warnings: age gap (the reader is 18, August is in his late-30s), pet names (Princess, Little One, Babydoll), Daddy kink, innocence lost, corruption kink, praise kink, dub-con, dumbification, dacryphilia, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (vaginal), dead dove: do not eat

A/N: This is different from my usual fics. I do believe that this would be considered dark!fic in every way possible. If you read the warnings and still chose to read, you are making your own decision. No one is forcing you to read this. This is a completely self-indulgent therapeutic fic. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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To say you grew up unconventionally would be an accurate description. Your dad was in the CIA, although you had no clue about this. Your mom was a government attache, she mostly acted as a liaison between the CIA and other branches of the government. 

That was how they met. On a mission, the whole one-bed trope. It would be cute if the future weren’t so tragic for them. 

You were homeschooled from the time you were 5 years old. Your Nanny only took you out to meet children your age on the weekends. And that ended when you started puberty. Your parents thought it would be too compromising to have you out with boys your age.

When you were 16 and a half, your Dad was sent on a mission in Prague with a recruit, August Walker. Your Dad was hesitant to try and get close as he had a wife and daughter at home that he wanted to keep safe. And getting close meant sharing personal details, and that always spelled trouble.

And wouldn’t you know? Soon enough, lines were drawn and so was a gun. Drawn on your father. By Agent Walker. It seemed your father had intercepted what he thought was intel on his partner, but it ended up being proof that Walker was a sleeper agent.

Your Dad, of course, promised he wouldn’t say a word. That no one would ever hear of this. But in Walker’s world? Someone’s word was only as good as the collateral they had against you. And your Dad had some good collateral waiting for him at home. A doting wife whom he would do anything for.

And you. Daddy’s little girl.

He was instructed to leave his wife and daughter and never look back. They belonged to August now. And he would be in charge of their safety. And if your Dad ever got out of line, then someone was going to pay.

You had just turned 18 when you met Mommy’s new boyfriend, August. She had been divorced from your Dad for less than a year and is already bringing her new boyfriend around. You weren’t a fan of his at first but he won you over with his charisma and his pretty smile.

Mommy had told you that Dad had to go away for a while and that August was going to move in and help out around the house. You missed your Dad, but it was nice to have August around too. He would sneak little treats to you and he called you Princess. And best of all, he made Mommy happy. 

One day, you noticed Nanny didn’t come around anymore. When you asked about her, Mommy said you were too old for a Nanny. And since you were past high school, you wouldn’t need your tutor anymore either. At first, you felt lonely without the company of Nanny or your tutor. But after a while, you liked the freedom of trying to fill your free time with activities.

When Mommy went to work, you stayed home and August kept an eye out for you. You spent most days in the summer laying around the pool and you couldn’t help feeling as if someone was watching you. But every time you looked at the windows on the back of the house, you could never see anyone. And it was only August home with you, why would he want to watch?

One afternoon, you forgot your towel when you came into the kitchen to get something to drink. Your wet feet left behind little puddles on the tile floor and almost caused you to slip as you were heading back out onto the patio. If it weren’t for two strong arms around your waist, you would have gone down easily.

“Princess, how many times have I told you to wipe off with a towel before you come back in the house? I don’t want you to hurt yourself, Little One,” His warm and calloused hands slide down your waist to your hips, steadying you to walk. He shakes his head at you and smiles, reaching a wet finger to boop your nose, “Go have fun, Princess. I’ll clean this up. And don’t stay in the water too long or you’ll get all pruney.” He pats your butt and you go back outside and lay on your lounger with your bottle of apple juice.

You woke up on your lounger a couple of hours later and your skin burned, the sun was still high in the sky and you fell asleep in it. You manage to walk into the house and make it to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen before you’re wincing and calling for August. You can’t reach the aloe and you’ll need help applying it.

“Oh, look at you. Stayed in the sun all day and now you’ve gotten burned. I assume you didn’t put on any sunscreen either? Princess, just because you have this pretty olive skin, it doesn’t mean you can’t burn,” He took pity on you, your hunched form indicating you felt stupid for falling asleep in the sun, “Let’s get the aloe on you and get you upstairs and in bed, Princess.”

August took great care in spreading the cool gel over your skin. You laid on your back in the sun so your front took the worst of the heat. As the gel cooled you, goosebumps formed on your skin. Your nipples grew hard under your bikini top and you got embarrassed when you realized August noticed. 

You tried to hide your face and he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look up at him. With a sweet smile, he caressed your chin with his thumb.

“Princess, that is a completely normal response. It just means you like the feel of my hands on your skin. And that is never a bad thing, ok? After all, I am Daddy. And Daddy would never hurt you, would he?”

You hesitate when he calls himself Daddy. You don’t even call your father Daddy. But August cared about you. He wouldn’t hurt you. 

“D-Daddy would never hurt me.” You said, not knowing the gravity of the step you just took.

“That’s my good girl. Come on, let’s get you upstairs and into bed.” Grabbing the aloe, August led you up the stairs and to your bedroom.

“Alright. You sit down and Daddy will be right back, okay?” August left the room but was soon back holding one of his t-shirts and boxer briefs, “I got these for you to change into. Let’s get you out of this tight bathing suit. That can’t be comfy on your skin, Babydoll.”

He had you turn around in front of him while he untied your bikini top. It fell to the ground, the cool air of the room hit your nipples and you felt them tighten and harden. When he untied your bikini bottoms, his hand lingered on your hip and he turned you around to face him. Your left arm went to cover your breasts while your right hand cupped your netherlips. 

He bent over to pick up the discarded clothing and threw it into your hamper. “Now, look at my beautiful Little One. You know, you don’t need to cover up in front of Daddy,” He removes both of your arms and you swear you hear his breath hitch in his throat, “Daddy needs to see if the sun hurt you anywhere else.”

His hands glided over your breasts with the backs of his knuckles, slowly turning his hands so his palms make contact with your nipples. At your strangled moan, he pinches both nipples and you yelp. 

“Oh, Babydoll, did that hurt? I am so sorry. Want Daddy to kiss it better?” He was already leaning in when you nodded. 

His tongue swirled around one nipple while his thumb played with the other. When he switched his attention to the other, he moved a hand to the tuft of hair that covered your mound. Twirling a hand through your bush, he let a finger dip further and further until your thighs squeezed shut over him. 

“Princess, open your legs right now.” He kneeled in front of you with his hand caged between your thighs.

“But Aug–”

“I’m Daddy, Little One. Did my silly little girl forget so easily? Maybe she needs some reminding of who’s in charge,” He stood, forcibly removed his hand, and grabbed you by the waist to put you over his lap as he sat on your bed, “Stop wiggling and we can get this over and done with. I think you’ve earned three swats for your bad behavior. And after each one, I want you to count it and say my name. Am I making myself clear, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You sniffled, upset that you didn’t just let his hand explore.

The first spank is barely anything.

“One, Daddy.”

The second spank made your toes curl, but you barely moved in his lap.

“Two, Daddy.”

On the third spank, you heard the wind move before his hand connected with your plump behind. You jolted forward and felt as if white-hot fire exploded across your bum. You almost forgot your words, but the need to please Daddy was high.

“Three, Daddy!”

Only after you finished speaking did the urge to cry reveal itself. You tried to stifle it but when you sniffed and cleared your throat, you gave in. You began to sob and strong hands lifted you to lay across Daddy’s lap. He cradled your body with one arm while the other wiped away your tears. As he rocked back and forth, he spoke up.

“Oh Babydoll, Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you. Daddy wants the best for his Princess. She just has to listen to and obey Daddy when he tells her what to do,” He turned your face to look at him and he smiled down at you, “Daddy doesn’t want to make you cry but you are so beautiful when you do,” He wiped a tear with his thumb and then put it in his mouth, “Do you forgive me, Babydoll?”

“Yes, Daddy, I forgive you. I just never had anybody touch my…um, my–” You didn’t even know what to call it, but Daddy knew what you meant.

“No one ever touched your princess parts before?”

You shook your head and attempted to hide your face in his neck but a strong hand cupped your chin and tilted it upward.

“That’s because it is a very special place. Only you and Daddy can touch your princess parts, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I think Princess has earned special kisses for being such a good girl during her punishment,” He picked you up as he stood and placed you on your bed with your head on the pillow. He climbed onto the bed and settled himself between your legs, “Daddy is gonna take care of you, Babydoll.”

He opened your legs and placed a kiss on the fuzz on your mound. You felt his hands open you before Daddy placed another kiss. It felt so sensitive but so good and you wriggled under his touch. He smiled up at you and stuck his tongue out before he licked that sensitive spot. He held your legs open when they threatened to shut tight over his face.

“Does my sweet little girl like it when Daddy licks her clitty? It feels really good, doesn’t it, Babydoll?”

“Yes, Daddy. I like it when you lick my…clitty. Um, can you do it again? Please?”

“Look at you, begging Daddy like a good girl. Yes, baby, I’ll take such good care of you.” He delved back in between your legs, he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud before he started to flick his tongue up and down. 

Your breathing picked up, you felt so good and that’s when he changed his tactics. He placed little kitten licks on your nub and you moaned out his name.

“Daddy…”

He kissed your inner thigh before he spoke, “That’s it, Babydoll. I bet you feel like you’re going to explode. That’s exactly what Daddy wants.” He dove back in, and this time he sucked on your bud. Your breathing picked up again and you felt his finger in the slick wetness of your princess parts. 

“Daddy, I’m–” Your words were cut off as you let out a string of moans. Daddy’s finger was inside you and you could feel yourself explode around it before it moved back and forth inside you. For a moment, it felt like it would never stop.

But soon, Daddy’s finger slipped out of you, and when Daddy lifted his hand, you could see it was shiny with wetness. He reached up and spread a bit of it on your bottom lip. Your tongue slipped out to taste the liquid and you were surprised when it wasn’t terrible. Daddy slipped his finger between his lips and savored the taste of you as he closed his eyes.

“My Babydoll is so delicious. How are you feeling, baby?”

“I feel tired, Daddy.” You yawned as a testament to your exhaustion.

“You’ve earned a nap, Princess. You did so well.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Will you take a nap with me?”

“Of course I will, Babydoll. How does your sunburn feel?” He sat up and you followed suit.

“It feels better, Daddy. But can I have some more aloe?”

He nodded and grabbed the aloe from your bedside table. It felt heavenly to feel the cool gel on your skin. It felt even better when Daddy put a bit of gel on your sensitive bum. He helped you get dressed in his old t-shirt and boxer briefs.

You had laid down on your side and Daddy got in behind you, his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You hadn’t noticed how good he smelled until now. You tried to calm yourself but you were excited to be held so close. You wiggled to get comfortable and you felt something pressing against your lower back. When you squirmed against it, Daddy put his hand on your hip to still you.

“Stay still and take your nap, Princess. Daddy will have a special treat for you when you wake up, ok? But you have to be a good girl and sleep for now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You calmed your mind before you pulled Daddy’s arm back around you.

You felt safe and cared for in his arms. You wanted to please him. And you liked the way he touched you. You felt his breathing even out behind you. You closed your eyes and snuggled into Daddy as you fell asleep.

A/N: Um, well, who wants more? 👉🏾👈🏾 Cuz I do.

Part II

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[injaws]

jenna ortega, twenty-three, she/her   ⟡   —   is that ESMERALDA HEROUX i just saw walking around kilmer’s cove? i heard they’re a TOURIST who’s been here for TWO MONTHS. it slipped my mind, since they just tend to hang out at THE LIGHTHOUSE. at face value, they’re said to be INTELLIGENT and RESOURCEFUL, but i don’t know… some people have said they can be quite BLUNT and STANDOFFISH. just don’t get on their bad side, i guess! don’t tell them i told you this, but i’ve heard they DO  believe in all the ghost stories around town. who knows what the future holds for them! 

mention of child abandonment.+ disability (vision)

BASICS:

full name: esmeralda genesis heroux nickname(s): esme, es age: twenty-four gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual biromantic date & place of birth: december 31 in el monte, california occupation: paleontology doctorate candidate & researcher at the tanya b. heady museum faceclaim: jenna ortega piercings: so many. six on each ear, a belly button piercing, and a nose stud traits: reserved, polite, observant, cynical, meticulous, blunt, curious, stoic similar to:  kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), elphaba thropp (wicked), prue halliwell (charmed), gayle weathers (scream), camilla saroyan (bones), monica geller (friends), nancy wheeler (stranger things), beca mitchell (pitch perfect) aesthetics: coffee with an ungodly amount of creamer, humming songs while cooking dinner, going outside at 3 am to look at the stars, accidental 5 hour long naps, an earbud always in one ear, an array of rings on each hand, bitten lips, over the ear headphones notable characteristics: wide, boring eyes, typically shaded by lenses; constant eye bags accompanied lips bitten red; hair hastily chopped at the shoulder with the claim of it being "easier to manage"; chunky soled shoes to make up for the lack of height otherwise; a near-permanent suspicious scowl

BULLET POINTS:

— born as one of two twins. her parents, who didn't know they were having twins, gave her up because they didn't prepare for two children. -- esme, who had been born legally blind, was chosen to be the one given up — was fostered and later adopted by parents aksel and sarah heroux in manhattan, new york. — found her forever home with the two, later coming to have younger siblings of her own (her younger brother aleksei is very close to her heart and practically her best friend) — growing up she was always known as an “old soul” (read: autistic), and on account of both her disability and a personality that favored blunt (but observational) remarks, esme was teased a bit relentlessly — grew to be quite reserved and tightly wound as a defense mechanism, building strong armor in the form of poisonous words and evasiveness (no she will not process any of this please dni) — leant into books, music, film, and poetry to help her escape throughout the years and cherished the time she had with her family (homeschool kid ass energy…) — went to columbia to get her bachelor's in geology, and stayed to begin her doctorate program in paleontology — special interest in dinosaurs and yes it is ridiculously serious — applied to work at a research site in scotland (where dinosaurs actually effing existed), got sent to kilmer instead. not happy about it, only staying because she thinks the museum is actually quite cool — currently maybe getting a bit too curious about finding out what the fuck is happening in town/its history … maybe she should watch where she steps :O 

HEADCANONS:

— wears special glasses that correct the little vision she had – can now see pretty much 20/20 with them on, hates them and sometimes doesn't wear them — when not wearing their glasses usually uses a form of echolocation through little tongue clicks or snaps and wears sunglasses to cover her eyes (has very fun shapes i must say) — autistic special interest is dinosaurs. sleeps to dinosaur jungle asmr. please do not engage unless you want to have your ear talked off. ---  baby loves to cook. always trying new recipes & loves to host dinner parties. she did many a cooking classes as a kid. she also danced for a while, but uses it now more as stress relief than anything else. — always tired. 9/10 if she isn’t replying it’s because she’s sleeping. insane concealer budget — loves film and movies and thinking way too deep into them. her letterboxd goes crazy. that being said, their standards are questionable — big fan of animal crossing. terraforming beast. her sims house goes crazy — she has a black leopard gecko named honey, a black cat named milagro, and an array of fish, including a small leopard catshark named buddy. — collects bugs in amber as well as other small fossils — maximalist and has a bajillion stuffed animals — favorite season is winter — always wearing chunky boots — always cold — wicked sweet tooth — rides a motorcycle (her dad hates it she keeps giving him a heart attack) — never found without her cherry cola flavored vape <3

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

guh. check back l8r.

[kienansidhe]

hi, im kienan! im the current host of the disaster hearts system. we are a korean american body with dissociative identity disorder and have had multiple diff hosts over the course of this blogs run. i or some variation of me have been host since around 2017-18ish. for transparencys sake, the body is 25+. do not ask abt age specifics please.

we are a survivor of csa trauma, parental abuse, religious and cult abuse, and generally very traumatized, and our experience of life is irrevocably colored by that lens.

we are disabled and unable to hold a job ever since we got long covid in april of 2020. we are fully dependent on our partners, working on our disability application, and still coming to terms with the reality of being probably permanently disabled.

unless otherwise specified it is probably some variation of kienan speaking.

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i, kienan, am queer and i prefer to be addressed by strangers with he/they/it or fae/faeself pronouns. i dont rlly care which of those you use, tho, no need to rotate or anything.

some other labels that generally describe me: nonbinary, transmasc, gnc, cuntboy, [redacted], [redacted], femme, femboy, genderweird, bi, aro/ace with a couple exceptions, sex favorable, kink obligate, freak, degenerate, pervert.

i currently have 4 partners, referred to here as prettyboyfriend, nesting boyfriend, girlfriend/daddy, and moirail.

no dni, i think theyre stupid and the only ppl i would not want to interact would not respect dnis anyways lmao. if i have a problem with you i will just say so or block you or whatever.

some of my beliefs and what to expect on this blog are under the cut.

i believe in rehabilitation and compassion, full stop. yes, even for those people. i think that othering and dehumanizing others sucks, that thoughts do not define you (yes, even those thoughts), and that the only thing that matters is your actions.

i think callouts are never helpful, ever. ive literally never seen one do anything helpful or good.

i try my best to interact with others in good faith, and i expect the same in return.

we were homeschooled in a cult and our education was heavily ~moderated~ to keep us brainwashed, and every time i think ive rooted out all the misinfo new stuff comes up. please be patient with me if i ask stupid questions, i literally am stupid. i have so much literal actual brain damage. i will do my best to be open minded, i rlly want to learn!

i believe that the best ways to combat csa are better sex education, breaking down the sanctity of the nuclear family, youth liberation (more legal rights and self advocacy for children), and not clogging child abuse report portals with fucking fictional art, jesus h christ.

medicalization of identities sucks. sysmeds, transmeds, im sorry youre miserable but thats not an excuse for trying to make everyone else miserable with you.

labels are only useful insofar as they help you connect with others like you and form solidarity in order to combat systemic oppression. if labels make you angry or miserable, consider not taking them so seriously.

its okay to just dislike ppl. its not always that deep. trying to come up with moral reasons to justify disliking ppl is rlly fucking catholic.

dont talk to me abt christianity. im aware that my trauma affects my ability to be compassionate in this area, so im staying in my lane. in fact probably dont talk to me abt religion in general.

im not a proshipper or an anti i touch grass <3, HOWEVER:

antishipping / purity politics / anti-kink / whatever you wanna call it, ppl equating fictional depictions of Obvious Bad Things with condoning, supporting, or normalizing them in real life are fucking stupid and have done unbelievable amounts of damage that has now reached far beyond fandom and kink circles. get a life, for fucks sake.

ppl who call themselves proshippers and then go around harassing antis are fucking stupid and have lost the original spirit of the term proship / anti-anti, which hinged around not harassing or harming others over fiction. get a life, for fucks sake.

just be kind. dont be a dick. treat others how you wanna be treated. we are all traumatized but thats not an excuse to be cruel. leave the world better than you found it.

youre gonna make mistakes. you just are. youre not perfect and also the world is complex. remember that you cant help everyone. try your best but dont lose yourself in the process.

art is everything. the act of creation is holy. more progress is made by creating -- building communities, making art, growing plants, building houses, building relationships -- than by tearing things down. there is probably a time and place for violence, destroying oppressive systems, bombing weapons factories, but if we arent creating a positive, healthy society alongside the destruction we are just leaving fertile ground for new oppressive structures to take root. create. create. create.

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many hosts has left a chaotic mess of tags on this blog but here are some we use pretty consistently:

#headspace: original posts. diary rambling, random thoughts, actual semi coherent opinions, anything

#my face: the body

#humans are good actually: reminders

#recovery things: mental health help

#important: there is so much stuff in this tag

#bookmark: too much here too lol

#feel better: just fluffy stuff

#vine: general funny video tag

#about, #me kin id, #i ghostwrote this post: stuff we relate to rlly hard + uquiz tags lol

#posts that are funnier when plural

[mushroommushy]

Please please tell me your ideas I will be so normal about it I am not at all desparate for Broken Masquerade content

Boy I have so many ideas I actually need to put this in a draft to list all of the brainrot things I’ve had circling in my head!! This does include some negative things so feel free for me to ask to tag.

All of the colleges (Particularly Harvard) adding Thaumaturgy to their classes is extremely cool in the canon and I think there should be many more schools

Site-43 College beloved I want to go there so badly please be real c’mon :[

Those Facebook mom groups…oh boy there’s so much drama

Lord help all the poor kids with minor anomalous power

Segregation with schools, even restaurants

A lot of anomalies end up in homeless shelters because not many jobs are willing to take the backlash of anomalous employees

Shitty parents faking their kid having a dangerous anomaly so they can send them away

Because they think the foundation would just kill them because of all the propaganda

You know that the cults are gonna take advantage of this to try and grow their numbers

Chaos Insurgency propaganda against the foundation

A flag that shows your support for the foundation, GOC, anomalies hanging outside your home

New Genders from the tumblrinas like us

Twitter DNI’s are a genuine hell

‘DNI IF YOU SUPPORT SCP’S/THREAT ENTITIES/OBJECTS’

‘Block me if you call anomalies SCP’s that’s a slur’

Speaking of slurs there’s probably a lot more

COTBG members constantly calling the Nälkan’s Sarkics just to piss them off

And Maxwellium members getting real pressed over internet drama

Someone trying to make the nicknames the Serpents Hand has into a slur

Dr. Glass walking down the street and just has someone scream ‘JAILER’ at him and he is desperately trying to not commit a crime

Also Twitter being Twitter

‘Is it wrong to kin SCP-076-2? I’d murder too if I was under the ocean.’

Extremely dangerous TikTok trends involving anomalies that makes both the GOC and SCP have collective heart attacks

Some girl posts a video from a foundation site doing Macarena during a breach and is just immediately cancelled on every platform

You know there’s gonna be dumbass teenagers trying to find some real dangerous shit to seem cool

‘Oh a lake full of bodies that makes you enter through mind control??? Sounds cool and not totally dangerous I’m gonna find it and go swimming’

Gonna readmore this it’s getting long lol

Five missing teens later the foundations getting slandered even though they did nothing

Articles with the ‘How to tell if ‘X’ is an anomaly’

Of course they’re bullshit and usually offensive

Charities to support anomalies

An actual cult around 2662 that didn’t spawn anomalously

You fucking know that the Christian’s will either take 343 well or absolutely horrifically

There’s also two sides of people when it comes to Cain and Able

The ones who hate Cain and think Able is reasonable and the people who think the opposite

Cain’s also not allowed to leave site-17 for more than just the fact he’d kill plant life it’s for his own safety tbh

Meri does get chances to wander the woods! Just..not in public because they rampage that would happen with the amount of broken phones and cars would be horrible

Iris gets to go home because she deserves it

I feel like Gerald would become a meme in general and people pay his hospital bills for him lmao

Parents keeping their kids out of school and switching to online or homeschooling to keep them away from anomalies

Conversion camps to send your kid to so people can ‘release them from their curse’

Those got the serpents hand real heated

Speaking of them they have the snarkiest Twitter account ever and just roast the living hell out of every word that comes out of the foundations mouth

Podcasts

So many fucking podcasts

There already is a writing on the broken masquerade hub of the foundation making a video with outdated slang to appeal to kids

But I think Dr. Gears should just stare at a camera and say swag with a straight face it would be beautiful

Kondraki, Clef and Gears get called dilfs and not a single one of them knows what it means

‘Kain’s the goodest boy’ even though he’s morally corrupt as fuck is very common

But he will Fuckin run if you even try to touch him he does not need his fur messes up

Ok I don’t want this to be a mile long so I’ll stop here but!!!

If you want more dm me so we can talk 👀👀👀 I need SCP friends

[spookillies]

* ( JENNA ORTEGA. TWENTY FOUR. CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER. ) since you aren’t aware of them yet… that’s ( ESMERALDA HEROUX ) wandering around in hollow creek! from what i know they’ve lived in hollow creek for ( FIVE YEARS )  i’m also aware of the fact that they work as a ( BARTENDER. ) in town! but if you were to ask me, what i see when i think about them are: ( CHUNKY JEWELRY, A SWEET TREAT, BITTEN LIPS, STARGAZING, AND OVER THE EAR HEADPHONES ) if anything, i feel like they could be ( RESERVED + METICULOUS & CYNICAL + BLUNT ) it’s really weird, though… because they seem to be hiding something that no one else knows. but i sure do! and that is ( CLOSED FILE… REDACTED. ). wild, huh? i know. they’re hoping no one will ever find out. and the very last thing that i’d say about them is that they’re mainly known to be ( THE OBSERVER ) just keep a lookout! who knows if they’re putting on a facade! / pinterest.

mention of child abandonment.+ disability

BASICS:

full name: esmeralda genesis heroux nickname(s): esme, es age: twenty-four gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual biromantic date & place of birth: december 31 in el monte, california occupation: bartender & paleontology grad student faceclaim: jenna ortega piercings: so many. six on each ear, a belly button piercing, and a nose stud traits: reserved, polite, observant, cynical, meticulous, blunt, curious, stoic similar to:  kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), prue halliwell (charmed), gayle weathers (scream), camilla saroyan (bones), monica geller (friends), nancy wheeler (stranger things), beca mitchell (pitch perfect) aesthetics: coffee with an ungodly amount of creamer, humming songs while cooking dinner, going outside at 3 am to look at the stars, accidental 5 hour long naps, an earbud always in one ear, an array of rings on each hand, bitten lips, over the ear headphones

BULLET POINTS:

— born as one of two twins. her parents, who didn't know they were having twins, gave her up because they didn't prepare for two children. --- esme, who had been born legally blind, was chosen to be the one given up — was fostered and later adopted by parents aksel and sarah heroux in manhattan, new york. — found her forever home with the two, later coming to have younger siblings of her own (their younger brother aleksei is very close to their heart and practically her best friend) — growing up she was always known as an “old soul” (read: autistic), and on account of both their disability and a personality that favored blunt (but observational) remarks, esme was teased a bit relentlessly — grew to be quite reserved and tightly wound as a defense mechanism, building strong armor in the form of poisonous words and evasiveness (no she will not process any of this please dni) — leant into books, music, film, and poetry to help her escape throughout the years and cherished the time she had with her family (homeschool kid ass energy…) — moved to hollow creek their senior year of high school (wasn't happy about it) (bad times in the heroux household) and didn't have much of a warm reception there either. she preferred to stay to herself and this continued into college — has a bachelor's degree in geology and is currently pursuing a graduate/doctorate degree in paleontology. special interest in dinosaurs and yes it is ridiculously serious — works as a bartender at the local dive and takes their job/her customers very seriously (queen of having a moral code) — currently maybe getting a bit too curious about finding out what the fuck is happening in town/its history … maybe she should watch where she steps :O 

HEADCANONS:

— wears special glasses that correct the little vision she had – can now see pretty much 20/20 with them on, hates them and sometimes doesn't wear them — when not wearing their glasses usually uses a form of echolocation through little tongue clicks or snaps and wears sunglasses to cover her eyes (has very fun shapes i must say)

— autistic special interest is dinosaurs. sleeps to dinosaur jungle asmr. please do not engage unless you want to have your ear talked off.

---  baby loves to cook. always trying new recipes & loves to host dinner parties. she did many a cooking classes as a kid. she also danced for a while, but uses it now more as stress relief than anything else. — always tired. 9/10 if she isn’t replying it’s because she’s sleeping. insane concealer budget — loves film and movies and thinking way too deep into them. her letterboxd goes crazy. that being said, their standards are questionable — actually enjoys her job a lot and takes it oddly seriously, won’t judge anyone for what they say while drunk and ranting to her because she thinks it’s mean to do so when they’re most vulnerable. — plays up the dry personality when she’s bartending because it makes old men tip her well. — big fan of animal crossing. terraforming beast. her sims house goes crazy — she has a black leopard gecko named honey, a black cat named milagro, and an array of fish, including a small leopard catshark named buddy. — collects bugs in amber as well as other small fossils — maximalist and has a bajillion stuffed animals — favorite season is winter — always wearing chunky boots — always cold — wicked sweet tooth — rides a motorcycle (her dad hates it she keeps giving him a heart attack) — never found without their cherry cola flavored vape <3

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

— idk man. someone teach her how to have fun. she’s 24 she should be at da club — a best friend a childhood best friend perhaps … — unlikely friends!! people esme has absolutely no business being friends with and while it has no rhyme or reason it somehow works well -- very likely friends (read: hater ass bitches together) — college friends/a core friend group — friend she bonded with the second she moved in high school — lit anything else idk. fwb. exs. enemies. frenemies. who is she serving at the bar!! who is selling her her cherry cola flavored vape and/or weed!!! who's trying to go to the movies with her??!?!? let's find out! let’s go crazy stupid wild guys

[alittlestrangesparkle]

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About Me: I'm Chloe, a teen author and aesthetic creator who lives to spread the word of God and to write fanfiction! You can also feel free to call me Kylie or even Sparkle if you prefer; my pronouns are she/her! I'm USA-based, and I write OC + reader fanfic for Kaz Brekker, Bucky Barnes, Matt Murdock, and Billy Russo. If you sense a trend, shhhhhhhhhh ....

12+ & - 25 please

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10 things about me -

My aesthetics are probably mainly cottage/fairycore and anything pink or pastel, but I love cowgirl and dark academia aesthetics as well! I love making moodboards and banners for things, if you're a mutual ask me to make you one!

I'm Christian, but I won't ever push my values or beliefs on you as long as you are respectful towards me. Please, no hate asks or speeches about how "You can't PROVE God" in my askbox :)

I'm in the middle of five kids: my eldest brother is engaged to an amazing girl, my older sister is in college studying graphic design, and me and the two younger ones live with my parents!

My first fanfiction ever was written when I was 11, and it featured a very convoluted plot (as well as terrible writing) that was supposedly centered around Wings of Fire, although it was kind of hard to tell.

I'm homeschooled, and I live in a pretty small town that luckily now has more than one store.

I'm a die-hard Swiftie and Lana Del Ray fan, but I also love Melanie Martinez, Sabrina Carpenter, and all country music!

As for video games, I play BOTW and TOTK, as well as Pokemon Violet even though my two best friends have Scarlet. (My starter was Sprigatito)

Fave movies and shows are; Shadow and Bone, The Last of Us, The Mandolorian, Daredevil, Luke Cage, The Punisher, The Ring, Stargate, Firefly Lane, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, The Black Phone, Lost, and Harry Potter.

I'm an aspiring photographer who also loves to paint! I have my own photo gallery with snapshots of the wild Southern ranches that are my home, and I would love to share them with you all!

I love fashion and tend to sew my own clothes, which I have been doing since I was old enough to use the sewing machine.

Requests: open, but tentatively! I DON'T WRITE SMUT (i'm a minor don't send me inappropriate content) but I will write fluff and angst as much as you want! I can also totally write romance/implied sex, I just don't like writing explicit sex. If an ask makes me uncomfortable or I feel I can't do it, I won't write it. So feel free to send in whatever you want!

Talk to me: i love chatting, say whatever! Spam my askbox with stupid questions - just no real spam. Again, please keep it SFW, but whatever's on your mind I'd love to hear!

Fic reviews: if you wanna drop a review for my fics I would love that! If you like something or dislike something (but if you dislike it be nice, I can't write full time), drop a review in the comments or in an ask, and I'll be so grateful!

Read for reads: i don't have time to full-on read and review someone else's fic right now, but I will consider this for mutuals! Mainly cause if we're friends you're reading my fics already mwahahahaha

Anything else: generally, as long as it's not porn or bullying, I invite all interactions! Just please DNI if you are below 12 or above 25, since interacting with older adults makes me uncomfortable. Please leave reviews of my fics, praise, constructive criticism, and drop in sometime to say hi!

Love you all,

Chloe

[stimmy-chloe]

Just got informed by friendo that by choice, he is returning to public school

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Peaches and Coconut Pt 2

here is part two i can't believe i already made a second part but i did it for the culture. this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written and possibly read like it is something..... i can’t even name half the warnings but I'll try. i linked part 1 at the end of the post btw <3

minors dni obvi 18+ content warnings include: brief mention of church, exhibitionism if you squint, sex in a car, so much squirting and a couple creampies, threesome kinda??, oral sex (male and female receiving), cum eating, dom!eren and slightly sub!jean bc i love me some subby jean. that's all i can name rn but just know it’s nasty.  word count: 6k+

Growing up you were always a sheltered little girl. Homeschooled from ages 5 to 18 you had basically no social life whatsoever, and you think your parents secretly liked it but there was one person you knew who absolutely adored it: Eren. He was borderline obsessed with your innocence, and wasn’t shy to show it either. Even with the disgusting sinful things you’ve done together he still treats you like you’re the purest thing that’s ever walked this planet.

Even with the numerous pictures of you with cum all over your face/tits/ass/stomach he has in his phone, or the videos of you sucking his cock pretty doe eyes staring right into the camera, orrr the videos of you squirting all over him legs shaking and your lower body soaked with your cum he still treated you like his little angel. You never minded it one bit though if it made Eren happy to call you his ‘innocent baby” it made you ecstatic.

You’ve been seeing Eren for two months and you two have been practically joined at the hip, wherever Eren went you followed suit clinging to his strong bicep with a smile on your face. Your parents never questioned anything so happy their daughter caught the eye of the pastor's son; the perfect couple they would always call you when your families ate dinner together. While they gushed about how you two were a match made in heaven Erens fingers would be stuffed in your panties toying with your wet pussy while you just sat trying not to bring attention to yourself even more.

Everyday after he got out of school you would walk to Paradis High to watch him at football practice blowing him kisses every now, and then and him being the sucker he was blowing them back making you giggle. He would drive you home hand on your thigh the entire way then giving you a mindblowing makeout session that would leave you breathless and your panties damp.

On nights your parents let you stay out a little later than usual with him you two would be behind the church in the parking lot fucking like rabbits. It was your favorite time of the week being able to be skin to skin with your boyfriend with no parents, no distractions, just the two of you embracing each other's company in the dirtiest way possible.

“Fuck Y/N I’m gonna cum if you keep bouncing on my dick like that” Eren groaned throwing his head back in pleasure. His hair once down due to you taking out his bun, loving the way his soft brown locks felt between your fingers. “Oh Eren oh my gosh, c-can I cum please l-let me cum” you cried wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, “I c-can’t hold it” you whimpered burying your face into his neck your salty tears wetting in. You were squeezing him so fucking tight it felt like you were suffocating his cock, the loud squelching of your pussy along with the soft bounces of the car being the only thing heard.

“Oh but you were just begging me to stop, princess what changed?” he taunted running his hands up and down your sides before roughly slapping your ass making you jolt. You and Eren had been here for quite some time. He already made you cum four times and tried for a fifth until you begged and begged for him to stop, but as always your pleas fell on deaf ears Eren taking the lead bouncing you on his fat cock himself. “F-feels good now ‘wanna make you cum again daddy” you whined, grinding your hips against him, your eyes fluttering shut feeling him touch what he called your “special spot”.  He came in you twice already and you swear this is the fullest you’ve ever felt, how he had much stamina? The world may never know but you didn’t give a single fuck.

Eren growled at your words gripping your chin roughly, “open” he demanded and you happily complied sticking your tongue out knowing what was going to happen. He spit on your tongue and you swallowed beaming proudly at him, “one more please? You know I love when you do that” you pouted, batting your lashes at him. “Jesus you’re fucking filthy” he muttered gripping your face with both hands lightly slapping your cheek, “but you’re my filthy girl yeah?” he smiled sticking his thumb in your mouth groaning when you started sucking it.

“Mhmm love you so much ‘Rennie, ‘wanna be your girl forever” you whispered, placing multiple kisses on his warm palm (he loves when you do that btw). “Can’t wait to graduate and be with you forever” you sighed dreamily drunk on his cock. While you were babbling out your love to him, too distracted and cockdrunk to function, Eren continued to move your body up and down on his cock his dick twitching at your words. He loved when you talked about your future together, Eren would move mountains to make you happy and he’d knows you’d do the exact same. You were perfect together.

“Yeah angel? Wanna be my wife? Carry my babies?” he grunted slamming your body down roughly making you squeal, “yes yes yes! Please don’t stop Eren. I'm cumming please let me cum!” you cried out feeling your stomach tighten your release approaching quickly.

“Cum.”

It was a simple request and you obeyed no problem, your eyes crossing as you squirted all over his cock soaking the leather beneath you, but Eren didn’t care he never did.  “Thats right- fuck look at you so fucking pretty squirting all over me. Look at my pretty baby” he cooed, stroking your back as you fell limp in his arms, your legs twitching. “Please cum in me” you whimpered, reaching your hands up to tangle in his hair, you lifted your head attaching your lips to his pulse point sucking softly just how he liked. He moaned loudly at your words wrapping his arms around your waist pounding into you roughly. “O-oh fuck I’m cumming- shit” he groaned stilling his movements cumming inside you. You sighed happily feeling his cum fill you once again, you loved how warm you felt afterwards so when he began to pull out you were less than thrilled stopping him as he was about to pull the tip out. “W-wait! Let’s just sit here a minute” you pouted, poking out your bottom lip. How could he say no to that?

“Mmm okay but just for a little bit angel we gotta get you home” he smiled, setting you down again groaning softly when he felt your warmth envelope him again. The two of you sat there, your head resting on Erens chest listening to his heartbeat while he gently stroked your sides, mumbling out praises of how well you took him and how much he loved you. “Actually there is something I wanted to talk to you about,” he spoke softly, caressing your messy hair. “Mhm?” you mumbled tracing your fingers up and down his toned stomach.  “You know how we’ve been ‘experimenting’?”

How could you forget? Ever since your first time with Eren you were both sex crazed not being able to keep your hands off each other. It was pretty normal stuff at first; trying out different positions, teaching you how to masturbate whenever he’s not around to help you, throat training you to take his cock with ease. You know pretty normal stuff. But it gradually increased of course. You know that night Eren played with your pussy at the table? That was your first exhibition experience and although you almost combusted in front of your parents you loved every second of it.

You’d never tell him but your favorite place to do it was the place he took your virginity; the church. Along with exhibitionism you also loved when the two of you filmed sex tapes. You were a little hesitant at first but once Eren showed you a video he took of you two boy were you hooked. You could listen to Eren’s pretty moans on repeat, and you have fingers stuffed in your cunt as you did so.

“Angel?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Eren shake your shoulder slightly, “I lost you for a sec. You okay baby? Was I too rough?” he asked, grabbing your face in his large hands stroking your tear stained cheeks. You quickly shook your head reassuring him, “no no ‘Rennie I’m fine just thinking about our…experimenting” you giggled pressing a kiss to his palm. You felt him physically relax when you did that and he smiled squishing your cheeks together. “Don’t scare me like that again” he chuckled, pressing a wet kiss to your lips making you groan. “Gross. You’re gross” you mumbled wiping your lips with the back of your hand, “now continue with what you were gonna say silly” you teased. “I’m getting to it, don't worry, and don’t wipe away my kisses again ever” he said smacking your ass roughly making you gasp. He could be so mean sometimes :(.

“Now as I was saying before my girlfriend wandered into outer space” he teased, pinching your side. “You know how we were watching porn the other night and you got so needy and wet watching two guys play and have their way with a girl?” he asked softly and you nodded feeling your cheeks heat up. He chuckled, feeling you clench around him, “you were so needy you were practically humping my thigh, I still have the panties from that night you soaked them baby” he said in the sickeningly sweet voice that always made you shiver. “Yes ‘Ren I remember” you whined, adjusting yourself in his lap.

“Well how would you like to do it for real?” he whispered, trailing his fingers up your chest to cup your breast grazing his finger over your hardening nipple. You bit your lip softly pondering in your head. Were you actually considering this? ��Just think angel me and another guy pleasing you, playing with your pussy, filling you up. You thought I made you feel full just wait until there’s two of us” he groaned feeling his cock harden inside of you at the image of you sucking his cock while getting fucked by one of his friends, controlling both of your orgasms.

“Mmm ‘Rennie” you whimpered, resting your forehead against his as you slowly grinded on his lap. You were far too tired to ride him so you depended on him to take the lead this round but he wasn’t budging, “p-please move Eren” you whined making him laugh. “Say yes and I’ll fuck you angel. I’ll fuck you so hard and send you back to your parents stuffed with all my cum, just say yes baby” he whispered gripping your thighs when he felt you clench at his words. “O-okay yes! Yes ‘Ren you and your friend can use me all you want just please move” your words brought a smile to his face and he complied planting his feet before fucking up into you with all his might.

When Eren dropped you off at home you were a twitching mess, panties soaked with a mixture of his and your cum. “Tomorrow tell your parents we’re going to be at my house studying. I’ll pick you up after practice” he smiled lovingly at you giving you one, two, three pecks on your lips. You nodded and gave him a warm hug, as always he nuzzled his face into your neck inhaling your sweet scent of peaches and coconuts. His entire car smelled like it and he couldn’t be more content about it. He laughed watching you wobble into your house finally leaving when you turned around and shooed him away.

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You were on edge the entire day, nervous and excited for what Eren had in store for you, whatever it was you knew you would like it he always made sure you did. At six fifteen Eren pulled in front of your house, you practically ran to the car, your adrenaline through the roof. “Hey baby” Eren greeted you gripping your chin bringing you in for a sweet kiss. “Mmm hi ‘Rennie” you smiled, hearts practically appearing in your eyes. Your brain always turned to mush when you were around him and you hated it, even though you absolutely loved when he called you his ‘dumb little baby’ while he fucked you dumb.

The entire drive Eren had his hand on your thigh squeezing it softly every now and again. “Where are we going?” you asked, placing your hand on top of his toying with the silver band on his middle finger. “You remember Jean, right angel?” he asked, glancing over at you, you nodded already having a nervous feeling in your stomach. “Well guess who’s gonna be experimenting with us tonight.” Your eyes widened at his words, “really but I thought you didn’t like him because of that one day” you mumbled referring to the day he sent Jean away on a quest for party decorations while he fucked you silly.

“Jean and I are friends I just don’t like when he tries to take things that are mine” Eren said, squeezing your thigh possessively. “But after a little talking I figured I could let him have a little taste with my supervision of course. Someone has to remind him who you belong to right baby?” he queried and you nodded quickly squeezing your thighs at his words. “O-of course Eren m’all yours” you said, bringing his hand to your lips pressing a kiss to it. “Good girl, that's what I like to hear.”

Eren pulled in front of a large house and looked at you, “look at me” he said, taking your hands in his brushing his thumbs over your knuckles. You looked into his moss green eyes knowing that look. He knew you were nervous. “If you’re uncomfortable in the slightest even while we’re having sex you tell me and we’ll leave okay? I know you wanna make me happy but you being safe and comfortable is above everything promise me Y/N” he said and you smiled feeling your worries melt away. “I promise ‘Rennie.”

The two of you walked to the door hand in hand, Eren rang the doorbell and Jean appeared with a bright smile on his face. “Y/N it’s so good to see you!” he smiled bringing you in for a hug which you happily returned. Jean was always nice, greeting you whenever he saw you at football practice and at church. If only you knew he fucked his fist to the thought of you everday since he heard you and Eren going at it in the church basement. Your pretty, breathy moans replying like a broken record in his head. When Eren suggested the idea of a threesome he had to contain his excitement, afraid of getting punched in the face. But there were a couple rules before the plan was set in motion:

“Rule one” Eren said in a stern tone, “ kissing is allowed but no hickeys anywhere.” “Rule two don’t cum in her pussy that is Eren access only okay horseface?” Jean nodded, rolling his eyes, “can I cum on her at least?” he asked, ready to dodge a punch Eren might send his way. Eren nodded slowly, “On her or in her mouth and absolutely no spitting in her mouth even if she begs you, once again Eren access only. Oh and you have to wear a condom. I'm the only one who gets to hit it raw.” “Rule three and this is the most important rule; if she says stop at all you stop and get the fuck away from her until she tells me she’s okay got it?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, a deadly glare in his eyes. “Yes of course the last thing I want is for her to be uncomfortable, you have my word.”

Fast forward to today Jean was prepared and ready condoms on deck for your guys’ eventful night. He ushered the two of you into his house bringing you to his room where everything from towels, to water bottles, to lube sat neatly on his desk. You were suddenly feeling nervous again staring at the two big men in front of you as they made small talk. Eren sat on Jean’s bed and glanced at you giving you a small smile, “angel c’mere” he said patting the spot next to him “I have a good way to help you relax but you have to trust me ‘kay?” he asked and you nodded slowly confused as to where this was going.

Jean rummaged through his desk drawer finally pulling out a small container. When he opened it you let out a tiny gasp peeking inside, “is that marijuana?” you asked looking over at Eren and he nodded grabbing an already pre rolled blunt from the container. He could already sense the hesitation in your face and offered you a reassuring smile. “Jean fuck off for a second” he said not taking his eyes off you, and Jean was about to protest but quickly left the room once Eren gave him the look.

“I know you’re nervous but I promise this is gonna help you relax, you trust me right Y/N?” he asked and you nodded “of course I trust you more than anything” you said making him smile even wider. He grabbed a lighter from his pocket and lit the blunt smoke immediately traveling around the large room. He exhaled the funny smelling smoke, then took another big hit, suddenly bringing you in for a kiss exhaling it into your mouth. You held the smoke in your mouth unsure of what to do next making Eren chuckle, “inhale it baby” he whispered stroking your thigh. You did as you were told and holy shit this didn’t feel too bad. If your parents saw you right now they’d probably roll into their graves but you didn’t care greedily asking Eren if you could have some more.

After a couple more hits you felt good, a little too good. With the combination of Eren stroking your thigh and praising you for handling the weed like a champ it wasn’t long before you felt yourself start to get uncomfortably wet. Eren noticed you rubbing your thighs together and smirked, “that’s it baby just keep smoking it, Jean get in here!” he called out and not even a second later Jean appeared “you guys started without me?!” he whined making Eren roll his eyes. “Y/N needed a little practice, isn't that right my love?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and you nodded eyes red and lidded, your mind feeling incredibly hazy. “I feel funny ‘Rennie” you whined moving your thighs together not even caring Jean was right there. “Mmm you’re just high baby we’re about to make you feel so fucking good, isn’t that right Jean?” he asked, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

You whimpered, taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly on it. Eren took the blunt from your shaking fingers and took a big hit blowing the smoke into your face. You didn’t know if it was the drugs or what but he looked so pretty. His hair was in a messy bun as usual along with his usual attire which consisted of a hoodie and sweatpants, his eyes were red and lidded and he had that look in his eye. The same look he always gave you before he ravaged you. After the blunt was done being passed around the three of you you were insanely horny slick making your thighs sticky under your skirt.

“Look at my poor needy baby, you ready for some fun sugar?” he asked and you nodded slowly. He scooted back on the bed and placed you between his legs with easy immediately slipping his hand under your skirt. “Fuck Jean she’s so wet” Eren chuckled darkly rubbing your clit over your panties making you whine arching your back into his chest, “and so so sensitive I’m barely even touching her” he rasped pressing kisses along the column of your neck. “Wanna see?”

Jean nodded, pulling his computer chair in front of the two of you watching closely as Eren flipped up your skirt revealing your soaked panties. “Holy shit” he whispered, making your face heat up. “You want Jean to touch you baby?” he asked caressing your folds over your panties and you nodded. “Ah ah ah use your words and ask nicely” he demanded, lightly slapping your pussy making you jolt. “O-okay Jean…” you mumbled looking at him eyes red and glossed over. Jean groaned feeling his dick twitch at you saying his name. “Shit- yeah baby?” he asked, palming himself over his pants. “P-please touch me” you whimpered, spreading your legs giving him an even better view.

Jean didn’t need to be told twice as he made his way over kneeling before you in all your glory. “May I?” he asked and you nodded, lifting your hips so he could slide your panties off. “Jesus” he groaned seeing your soaked pussy on full display desperately aching to be touched. “She’s beautiful isn’t she? Prettiest pussy on the fucking planet” Eren said whispering the last part into your ear. Jean was in a trance, you truly were beautiful in all ways but god damn your pussy was something else, “yeah she’s pretty” he mumbled to himself bringing his middle finger up to slide through your soaked slit “and so fucking wet.”

“Jean please!” you cried tears brimming your eyes the sexual frustration becoming too much for you to handle. “You heard her horseface eat my girls pussy before I have to show you how it’s done” Eren growled cupping your breasts over your shirt. Jean licked his lips before diving in, licking a long, bold stripe up your sopping cunt making you cry out. He was eating you like a man starved your wetness coating his mouth, chin, and nose. He was switching between suckling on your swollen clit and fucking you with his tongue making your legs shake. “Put a finger in Jean. My baby loves getting her pussy played with, isn't that right angel?” You nodded his words going in one ear and out the other. Jean listened to Eren’s request pushing his index and middle finger in your cunt making your eyes roll back.

Eren laughed lifting up your sweater letting your exposed breasts fall out. “No bra? Who knew you could be such a slut?” he smirked, pinching your nipples causing you to squeal. “Does that feel good? Am I doing good?” Jean asked looking up at you and the sight alone could’ve made you cum. He looked so handsome with your wetness making the bottom half of his face shine. “Y-yes Jean feels so good don’t stop” you whined pushing his face towards your pussy once more. The combination of Jean fingering and licking your pussy along with Eren playing with your tits had you cumming within seconds, your cum soaking the bed and some of Jean’s face.

Although you had already came Jean was still lapping at your pussy making your legs shake, “J-jean” you mumbled trying to push his head away but your pleas fell on deaf ears. Eren could hear though and roughly grabbed Jean by his hair making him wince, “what did I say?” Eren asked quirking an eyebrow. Jean gulped, staring right into his green eyes, “i-if she says stop move away, b-but she just tasted so good I couldn’t help myself” he mumbled pouting slightly. Eren found it kind of cute, he’d never seen Jean so submissive willing to obey his every command just to get a taste of his girlfriend's sweet pussy. “Aw poor Jean’s already addicted to your pussy. Too bad this is the only time he’ll get to touch it” he laughed and Jean’s eyes widened and he was about to protest until Eren interrupted him, “but I suppose if you’re good and treat Y/N like the goddess she is maybe I’ll let you two have fun again but let’s not worry about that now” he said eyeing the bulge in Jeans pants.

“Baby?” Eren whispered, stroking your arm, “I say it’s time you repay Jean for eating you out so good huh?” he cooed and you nodded making a beautiful smile grace his face. Jean was staring at the two of you in awe at the love and adoration in Eren’s eyes as he spoke to you. “Jean switch places with me and sit on the bed. Y/N you know what to do” Eren commanded and the two of you scrambled at his request Jean sitting on the bed pulled his pants down leaving him only wearing his boxers that were seriously straining his dick. Before you kneeled on the hardwood floor Eren placed a pillow beneath so to prevent you from bruising your knees, you smiled gratefully at him giving him a little peck before turning your attention back to Jean. “Y-you ready?” you asked palming him over his boxers causing him to groan. “Yeah, yeah I’m ready- fuck” he mumbled giving you a small smile.

You removed his boxers allowing his cock to slap against his toned stomach. He wasn’t as thick as Eren but in length he was a little longer. His dick was pretty, you couldn’t lie the sight alone made you want to touch yourself. “Go on angel show him what you can do” you heard Eren’s voice from behind you, you didn’t have to look to know that she had a shit eating grin on his face. You licked from the base to the tip of Jean’s cock looking into his eyes the entire time. “O-oh shit” he groaned, clenching his fists, his knuckles turning white. You hummed before taking the tip in your mouth slowly lowering your head until his cock was halfway in your mouth. Jean was like putty in your hands and you actually enjoyed sorta being the dominant one for once but Eren wasn’t having it.

Without warning you felt someone push your head down making you gag. You tried to look up as best as you could thinking it was Jean, but his hands were by his side, head thrown back in pure bliss. “You think you’re the one in charge? That’s cute but I’m calling the shots angel and I want you to suck Jean’s cock until he cums” Eren growled, pushing your head further down until your nose was pressed against Jean's pubic bone. You tried to follow Eren’s command but your mind was so hazy you could barely think let alone move your head, the sight made Eren tisk shaking his head. “Does my dumb baby need me to show her how to suck dick again?” he asked in a teasing tone and you nodded whimpering loudly.

Eren smirked and grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail before guiding your movements. One hand was in your hair and the other was wrapped around your throat feeling the bulge from Jean’s cock. It was all too much for Jean he’d never seen anything so fucking hot in his life he could already feeling his release approaching. “I-I’m gonna cum- fuck make me cum Y/N please make cum” Jean cried out. You weakly reached your hand up to play with his balls (something Eren taught you <3) and that’s what did it, Jean thighs tensed as he came ribbons of cum filling your mouth.

You hummed taking your mouth off Jeans cock the tip leaving your mouth with a pop. “You know what to do baby” Eren whispered and you did as you were told sticking your tongue out to show Jean. Eren grabbed your throat once again bringing you in for a kiss groaning at the taste of Jean’s cum on your tongue. “Not too bad Kirstein” Eren chuckled, patting Jean roughly on the thigh. Jean couldn’t even speak he was starstruck. Never in his life had he seen something so disgusting, so vulgar, you can’t even find this shit on the hub.

Eren stood up taking his seat back on the computer chair. He was painfully hard precum wetting the front of his boxers. “Mmm Jean” you purred, kissing his thighs, “wanna feel you in my stomach” you whispered looking up at him. Good fucking lord. “E-eren would you…” he trailed off nodding towards the box of condoms on his desk. He didn’t dare take his eyes off you, you were a dream and now he sees why Eren couldn’t get enough. He used to think it was a little much when he would hear the two of you going at it in the storage closet at the church or in the bathroom but, oh does he understand now.

“Make it count because once you cum you’re done” Eren said tossing him a condom. Jean ripped the foil with his teeth and was about to roll it on until you stopped him, “I wanna put it on you” you whispered giving him your famous doe eyes and Jean swear he could’ve busted right there on your pretty face. “Fuck okay, okay here” he rasped handing you the condom. You smiled and rolled it on his cock slowly smiling at the blissed out look on his face. “You’re so big Jean and you have such a pretty dick.  Doesn’t he, Eren?” you asked and Eren hummed in response. “Not as pretty as mine though right?” he chuckled, making you roll your eyes. You stood turning to face Eren, “c’mere ‘Rennie” you smiled motioning for him to join you and Jean.

He raised a brow and walked over, setting his hands on your waist, “you good baby? Do we need to leave?” he asked concern, lacing his voice and you shook your head bunching your skirt up to your waist. “No just wanna make you feel good while I ride him” you smiled pecking his soft lips. You lowered yourself onto Jean slowly, your back facing him. He took this as an opportunity to bury his pitiful moans in your sweet smelling hair gasping at how warm and tight you were. “S-shit Eren you guys fuck everday how is she so fucking t-tight” Jean groaned gripping your waist roughly. You whimpered, resting your forehead against Erens body, adjusting to Jeans cock. God he was so big you felt him in your throat.

“Feel good angel?” Eren asked, lifting your head. You looked completely fucked. Eyes hooded and bloodshot, lips swollen and raw from biting them so much. If this meant you were going to hell you’d spend eternity there because nothing and I mean NOTHING could stop you from what you were about to do. “Mhm I feel so good ‘Rennie ‘wanna make you feel even better” you purred pulling his sweats and boxers down revealing his aching cock, he hissed from the cool air hitting his sensitive tip. You giggled and wasted no time taking him fully in your mouth while also grinding down on Jean, his cock poking at your g-spot.

“Fuuuck Y/N” Eren moaned, grabbing both sides of your head with his hands. He showed no mercy, fucking your face with all his might. At the same time Jean took charge as well gripping your hips and bouncing you on his cock whispering praises in your ear. “God you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this Y/N” he whined resting his forehead on your shoulder, “been jerking off to you everyday imagining how you’d feel on my dick this is so much better than I could’ve imagined” he moaned grabbing your tits in his large hands kneading them roughly.

These men were treating you like a fucktoy and you loveddd it. Drool and tears falling down your face onto your breasts and Jeans hands. Eren pulled his cock out of your mouth with a pop tapping it against your lips making you giggle. “Look at my girl you’ve got Jean completely fucked out m’so proud of you baby” he praised sliding his cock back between your lips. You moaned at the praises coming from both men, the squelching of your sopping pussy getting louder and louder. “Oh fuck man I think she’s about to cum” Jean groaned feeling your wetness drip down his balls.

“Fuck her harder and watch what happens” Eren smirked and your eyes widened already knowing where this was going. Jean planted his feet and fucked up into you as hard as he could cursing loudly. You tried to pull off of Eren’s cock but he held your head in place continuing to fuck your throat. You whined loudly digging your nails into Eren’s muscly thigh. “O-oh shit oh my god” Jean moaned as you squirted all over his cock, making a mess on his thighs. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you convulsed around Jean's dick squeezing him impossibly tight.

“That’s a good girl let it all out” Eren cooed as you continued to ride your high out, Jean still fucking into with brute force. “I’m cumming- oh fuck Y/N you feel so good why are you so fucking tight I-” Jean buried his head into your shoulder as he came into the condom his legs shaking pathetically. Eren chuckled at the sight of the two of you. Jean with arms wrapped weakly around your body, face hidden in your hair, and you looking up at him with pleading eyes, legs still twitching every now and then from your previous orgasm. “Mmm I’m gonna cum-fuck. You ready for me baby?” he asked and you nodded your head as best as you could, eyes beaming.

You thought he was going to cum in your mouth but instead he pulled his cock out and came all over your exposed chest. “Jean” Eren spoke and Jean lifted his head up looking extremely tired and maybe a little adorable, a small pout on his face.

“Clean up her chest.”

His eyes widened at the request making Eren laugh, “I tried yours it’s only fair…unless you don’t  wanna play with me and Y/N again” he fake pouted. “Don’t worry Jean he tastes good” you smiled scooping some up with your finger sucking on it, making Jean's breath hitch. Jean turned you towards him and began licking up all cum on your chest lightly moaning at the taste. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be licking his friends cum off of his pretty girl but here he was doing it, and fucking loving it.

You laughed running your fingers through Jean's hair before giving him a sloppy kiss tasting Eren’s cum on his tongue. “Okay okay that’s enough” Eren huffed tucking himself back in his sweats, “get dressed Y/N I’m starving” he said giving you the look. You quickly got off of Jean’s lap but you should’ve taken it nice and easy because your legs quickly gave out on you, and if it wasn't for Eren’s quick reflexes you would’ve had bruised knees that he’d insist he has to kiss to make the pain go away.

As you were reaching for your panties Eren stopped you snatching them from your hand. “Here” he said, tossing them to Jean with a smirk on his face, “something to remember us by” he chuckled before wrapping his arm around your waist guiding you to the front door.

Jean sighed loudly, falling back against his mattress. He wasn’t really going to keep these was he? The answer is yes he did and as soon as he heard you and Eren leave he wrapped your still wet panties around his half hard cock jerking himself off until the sunrise, the faint smell of coconut and peaches lingering in his room.

<3

@the-princess-button

Part 1 right here ^

[hellfirecvnt]

Innocence Lost

"Fuck yeah, give it to me.'

'this is heaven, what I truly want.'

It's innocence lost,

Innocence lost."

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: corruption!kink, fingering (f), smut (minors DNI), smoking weed, sex while high, let me know if I missed any.

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I'm thinking of making this a series? Like you maybe hide it at school so you can stay on the cheer squad? [I take requests]

Edit : read part two here.

 You'd been homeschooled your entire life, but this year, you've convinced your parents to let you start your senior year in public school. Hawkins High. Nerves flutter through your veins as you begin to get ready in the mirror. Being homeschooled by a religious family meant you hid some aspects about yourself. Some examples are experimenting with makeup late at night and stealing clothes from the local outlets. You had no intention of showing up for your first day wearing an ankle-length skirt and a blouse. 

     You layer your parents preferred fashions over your jeans and t-shirt, careful to conceal any bulk that the hidden layer may add. You stuff your cosmetics into your purse to apply in the parking lot later. 

     "Mother, I'm leaving now!" You call with a tone you'd mastered just for them, though it was nowhere close to your actual voice. 

     "Okay, Y/N. Be safe!" She replies from the kitchen. You hop into your mother's car and head to your new school. You drive a little faster than usual out of excitement and wanting to do your makeup to wear out in public for the first time. With sheer luck and weeks of practice, you get your desired look perfect on the first try. The butterflies in your stomach disperse as you look around and notice how friendly everyone seems. 

     "Hi! Oh my god, are you new?" A cute girl with a curled ponytail and dazzling blue eyeshadow gently grab my arm and smiles. 

     "Yeah! Hi, um, I'm Y/N." You reply shyly. The girl introduces herself as Chrissy and beckons you to follow her, immediately taking you under her wing. 

     "You're so pretty! How do you get your eyebrows like that?" She beams with friendliness. 

     "Oh, I just-" You're cut off as she opens the door to the gym, and you see all the lovely cheerleaders practicing and socializing. 

     "C'mere and meet coach!" Chrissy exclaims, leading you to an older woman across the gym. Within a few hours, without even trying, you become the newest Hawkins High Cheerleader. It feels like a movie, similar to something out of your secret teen magazines you hide under your mattress. You're given a uniform instantly, and Chrissy insists you change now so that everyone knows the "cool new girl is one of us!" 

The day progresses like a breeze, and you feel like you own the school. After the last period of the day, you wave goodbye to Chrissy and your new friends. The door you parked closest to is on the other side of the school, so you happily start walking. As you pass the auditorium, you hear a commotion inside a side-stage door. 

"That's a miss!" A raspy voice rattles through the door. Curiosity consumes you, and suddenly, your hand turns the handle to the door. When you peek inside, you see a guy sitting on a throne and five younger students surrounding a table covered with game pieces and character notes. You study the table intently and scan over the theatrical game play unraveling in front of you. 

Your eyes travel from the table to the man on the throne, and you notice he's looking right at you. His eyes travel down your body and back up to your face. Your eyes linger in his for a moment, and he smirks. You quickly close the door and speed walk the way you were heading before you were distracted. Your mind can't help but wander back to the dark brown eyes of the wild-haired mystery man. You feel the heat rise in your face when you recall the smirk that curled into his lips when he saw you.

He consumes your thoughts so heavily that you get lost a few times looking for the right exit. You finally make it to the parking lot, relieved to have somewhere to escape so you can assess these sudden feelings. All you can think about is how his messy curls framed his expressive face. The way his gaze traveled down your body in your uniform. The uniform, by the way, was far more revealing than even the clothes you hide under your church outfit. 

At that moment, you snap out of your trance and remember you can't return home in this outfit. You quickly throw your long skirt and blouse back on over the uniform. With one final exhale, you smile to yourself, celebrating a successful first day. Nothing could take this high from you, you thought. Until you tried to start the car and it wouldn't turn over.

"No, no, no!" You yell in frustration before resting your head on the steering wheel, defeated. Suddenly, the sharp knock of a ring-clad hand snaps you from your pity party. You jump in surprise and turn to see the man from the throne holding a set of jumper cables. 

"Need some help?" He offers, with a brilliant smile through your car window. You open your car door and step out, thanking him. Your words are cut short as you notice him staring at your outfit. The long, thick skirt was the opposite of the short cheerleader skirt. He's still looking at you with a raised brow, unsure if you're the same girl he saw inside. He quickly connects the jumper cables before breaking the almost awkward silence. 

"Were you... Are you the new kid?" His eyes narrow, wondering what secrets you're keeping with your outfit change.

"Yeah. My name's Y/N." You nervously reply. "This- um, the skirt is..." You try to explain the outfit, but he just chuckles. You watch him closely as he connects the final cable to the battery. The tendons in his hand flex as he grips the handles of the connectors. You can't help but stare at his powerful, decorated hands. He wears rings on three fingers on one hand and just one on the other. 

"Well, Y/N, I think you're good to go." He says before successfully cranking your car. "It's Eddie, by the way." Eddie turns and flashes you a big smile from your driver's seat as you stand outside. You shower him with multiple thank yous as he steps out of the car and removes the cables. 

"You have no idea how much you just saved my ass." You speak gratefully. 

"No problem, man. By the way, the club meets after school; feel free to come any time... no dress code." He winks, and your face feels hot again. 

"What's the club about?" You ask innocently, mostly just wanting to keep talking to him. 

"Well, I worry that someone in a floor-length chastity belt and poorly hidden golden cross necklace would enjoy it, but..." You laugh at his painfully accurate observation. "It's just a fantasy game." You forget to respond as you glance from his eyes to his lips. "Listen, why don't I pick you up tomorrow? That way, you'll have a reliable way home. I might not always be here to rescue you." He teases. 

"Okay," You reply softly. Your sweet voice causes a knot in Eddie's stomach that he plays off cooly. You tell him your address, and he insists he knows exactly where that is. "But don't pull into the driveway. Wait for me by the sign, okay?" You instruct him as his mouth curls into a grimace. He can't wait to see what else you'd hide from your parents to see him. 

You return home, and Eddie is all that consumes your thoughts. You tell your parents about Chrissy and the other girls, careful to exclude that you're a cheerleader after one day. After dinner, you excuse yourself to your room for "homework" even though a fun, probably illegal perk of being a cheerleader or athlete means you don't get homework. You lock the door to your room just in case so you can handwash and steam-iron your uniform. This takes a lot longer than you planned without being able to hang them in the yard, but you make do, even though it keeps you up much later. 

You perfect the pleats in the skirt and finally have a chance to get ready for bed. You brush your teeth and then start brushing your hair when you hear a faint tap. Tap, tap. Tap. Then, suddenly, a much louder tap. You see a wooden popsicle stick being thrown against your window. Quickly, you move to see who it could be, caught too off guard to assume it's Eddie, but it is! You open your window and whisper yell down to him.

"What are you doing here?" You question frantically. 

"I wanna hang out." He answers innocently, also in a whisper yell.

"What were you throwing at my window?"

"I ate a popsicle." He shrugs. You roll your eyes. "Look, either come down and hang out with me, or I'm gonna climb this tree and come through your window." He points to a tree that is not at all close enough to the house to use to climb through a window, and he starts climbing. 

"Eddie! Dude, stop! You're going to get hurt!" His limber body carries him to the middle of the tree, and he begins to inch closer to a branch that absolutely won't hold him. 

"Wow, is that a Tears for Fears poster?" He jokes, steadily coming closer.

"Okay! I'm coming! Just get down before you fall!" You give in, quickly changing out of your nightgown into the cheerleader uniform. You don't want to wear it after working so hard to clean it, but you'd rather die than let him see your "decent" clothes again. 

"Ooh, a costume change." He teases as you quietly slip out your front door, thankful that your parents are heavy sleepers on the far side of the house. Though he cracks jokes, seeing you in that uniform again made him weak at the knees. 

"You know, if I'd known you were gonna threaten to break both legs just to hang out, I might've waited to give you my address." You quip, making him laugh out loud.

"Yeah, I figured you were new in town since you let 'The Freak' know where you sleep." He raises his hands like a "monster" and sticks his tongue out. 

"Actually, I've lived here my whole life. I've even seen you around before." You casually inform him. He raises a brow and looks shocked.

"You mean you've lived here this whole time and still told me where you live?" He's joking, but he is surprised that he's never noticed you around town before. You're walking together to his van parked by the sign entering your neighborhood. Once you reach it, he opens the door for you and gestures for you to get inside. You want to hesitate, but you don't. You jump into the passenger seat and wait for him to climb into the driver's seat. 

"Where are we going?" Your voice wavers with anxiety.

"Relax, doll. I like dragons and shit, not ritual sacrifices." He jokes before starting up the van. "There are two places we could go, but the one we choose relies on one question."

"What?" You ask curiously.

"You gonna skip school with me tomorrow, or do you want to get back to Chrissy Cunningham and the rest of the cheerleaders?" His taunting tone intensifies near the end of his sentence. As much as you'd love to skip school and spend a whole day with Eddie, you know you're already risking a lot with the tiny inch of freedom you've been given. 

"I'm sorry, dragon boy. I'd like to make it to my second day of public school, please." Your teasing tone sends waves of electricity through him. 

"That's fine. We got all year." He winks as he heads to whichever location would allow me to make it back home in time. We arrive at an old run-down diner. The sign reads "Benny's." 

"What are we doing here?" You ask, a little off-put by the obscured location.

"This is where the basketball fuckers come to party on weekends. I like to come here and knock shit over sometimes." He grins as he knocks over a wonky TV set-up. A loud crash rattles through the diner, vibrating through my chest as the plastic settles. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small tin box. "Y/N, do you smoke?" 

"No, I'm allergic to cigarettes." You answer honestly.

"Hm... Not this kind." He lights a joint from the tin and extends it out to you. You look at it for a moment but decide it's a plant, and you already know tobacco is worse, so why not try it? You take the joint from his hand, earning a smug look from him as you take a long drag. You immediately burst into uncontrollable coughs. Eddie's face shifts from deviousness to slight concern as it takes you a moment to recover. 

"Holy shit, dude," is the first sentence you can utter as oxygen refills your lungs. A chill high takes over your body, and you realize you've relaxed your jaw for the first time, maybe ever. Eddie smiles smugly, watching you melt into a new person. Someone unburdened by the expectations of the church and your parents. You sit on a nearby couch someone had brought here, sinking slowly into the soft cushions. Eddie watches you a few moments more, studying your relaxed face before he joins you on the couch.

He wants to hold back. More than anything, he wants to hold back and not make you uncomfortable, but he can't help but slide closer and closer to you until his arm is nearly wrapped around you. He fights himself and keeps his arm firmly planted on the backrest behind you. You begin to fidget with the small, golden cross around your neck. Eddie watches you closely as you reach to unclasp the necklace. You don't necessarily agree with your faith, and wearing it feels pointless sometimes, but he stops you. 

"Keep that on," his voice is low and rough. "I like it." Goosebumps race all over your body, and suddenly you realize how close he is. You can smell cigarettes, weed, and cologne on him. The scents fill your senses and send your head into a fog. You're hypnotized by him, and he's staring directly into your eyes.

"I-I..." You try to speak, to say anything, but nothing comes out as his face slowly inches closer to yours. Kiss me already, do something, you think to yourself. His plush lips meet softly with yours. Aching desperation overtakes him as he fights to move slowly and gently with you. The arm on the backrest wraps around your back, pulling you to him. He's almost shaking to stop himself from tearing off your pretty little uniform and taking you right on a diner table.

"Y/N?" Eddie's voice is desperate and breathy as he speaks between long, needy kisses

"Yes?" 

"I get it if you're not into it, but I need to make you cum." His words are stern. You hesitate a moment, butterflies filling your stomach as you think about what could happen next. You stay quiet for a moment more, and Eddie loosens his grasp on you. His face is apologetic as he opens his mouth to speak. "I'm sorry if I-" You cut him off by wrapping your fingers around the collar of his jean vest, pulling him roughly into your lips again. 

Eddie takes the hint, and his previously reserved hands find all the curves they fought to ignore. He shifts you on the couch, your head lies on an armrest, and your legs face him. You've never felt anything like this in your life. You gasp at his rough, calloused hands sliding up your thighs and under your yellow and green pleated skirt. He wraps both hands in the hem of your silk panties, looking at you once more for confirmation. 

You nod abruptly, and he wastes no time ripping the undergarments from your long legs, stuffing them safely into his pocket. He leans away for a moment to take in the image of you, stoned, no panties under your cheer skirt, desperately awaiting your first orgasm. His eyes roll back as he marvels over your needy body. His long, strong fingers find their way to your exposed pussy. Rubbing gently around your throbbing clit. 

"You're already so wet." Eddie breathes in disbelief, toying with you generously. Excited moans escape your breathless lips. Electricity jolts through your legs as Eddie picks up his pace. A knot forms in your stomach and grows by the second as Eddie's skillful hands explore faster and faster. Pretty soon, your back is arching unwillingly, and vulgar moans escape your mouth, echoing into the empty diner. Eddie refuses to let up, and you're about to finish when he suddenly pulls his hand away. 

You're not sure why, but you erupt into whines, begging him to return and finish you off. He smiles an evil grin and shakes his head slowly. 

"No, not yet. Not just yet." He holds your legs open in front of him, watching you squirm. You glance at the massive bulge in his jeans, but he demands your attention back to his face. "Don't worry, I won't fuck this time. You need to be able to walk tomorrow." He speaks in sly breaths before plummeting his finger inside your desperate pussy. You can feel the cold bite of his rings grazing your thighs and entrance. Screams of pleasure burst from your chest as the knot reforms. 

He swiftly includes another finger, igniting a feeling of unknowable pleasure and slight pain inside you as he stretched your hole. The pressure in your core intensifies as you stare pleadingly into Eddie's stern, emotionless eyes. He focuses on every reaction you have, driving himself crazy at the thought of how you'd feel around his dick.

"Eddie, I-I- I think I'm gonna-" your sentence is cut short as the knot in your stomach explodes and waves of release wash over your body. This was the closest you'd ever come to a religious experience. The streetlight outside the large window shined behind Eddie's messy hair, illuminating him like a halo. He smiles at your exhausted frame, slowly running his tongue across his bottom lip. You catch your breath, for the most part, readjusting on the worn couch. 

"D-Do you want me to...?" You nervously point toward his belt and the bulge right beneath it. 

"Oh, no, no, no. You've already been made to cum in an abandoned building. I think we can save some sinning for next time." He smirks as he retrieves your pink silk underwear from his pocket. For a moment, you think he's gonna help you put them back on. But instead, he grins, holding them up wrapped around his ringed fingers. "I'll hold on to these." 

The ride back to your house is comfortable. Upon arriving at the neighborhood entrance sign, you don't want to leave. You consider taking him up on skipping tomorrow but ultimately decide against it. You sneak back inside successfully, collapsing in your bed the second you see it. Eddie watches your window until the light goes out, your underwear still in his hand.