Vanellope

❀Vanellope is the name, eating apples isn’t my true game. But they’re quite delicious. I like mangoes more.

❀20 🍎 They/Them 🍏 Writing freak but I have school and I’m not chronically online 🍎 Nerd 🍏

❀I write for a lot of things like wrestling, Harry Potter, SDV, Tokyo Revengers, and other random nonsense

❀My writing is black, fem, enby, masc, curvy reader friendly. I will preference who it’s for in the tags as well as in the beginning.

❀I will NEVER write incest/selfcest, pedophilia, r*pe/SA scenes (only trauma comfort if I ever do), extreme kinks/fetishes (such as bodily fluids, race play, etc)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ┈┈┈

⋆˚࿔Wrestling

╰┈➤Jeff Hardy

╰┈➤Matt Hardy

╰┈➤Edge/Cope

╰┈➤Christian (Cage)

╰┈➤CM Punk

╰┈➤Randy Orton

╰┈➤Eddie Guerrero

╰┈➤Cody Rhodes

⋆˚࿔Hogwarts

╰┈➤Harry Potter

╰┈➤Ron Weasley

╰┈➤Fred Weasley

╰┈➤George Weasley

╰┈➤Cedric Diggory

╰┈➤Tom Riddle

╰┈➤Theodore Nott

⋆˚࿔Tokyo Revengers

╰┈➤Draken

╰┈➤Mitsuya

╰┈➤Kakucho

╰┈➤Ran Haitani

╰┈➤Rindou Haitani

⋆˚࿔Stardew Valley

╰┈➤Sebastian

╰┈➤Harvey

╰┈➤Haley

⋆˚࿔SINNERS

╰┈➤Bo Chow

╰┈➤Remmick

╰┈➤Sammie

⋆˚࿔skins

╰┈➤Jal

╰┈➤Freddie

╰┈➤Cook

⋆˚࿔MARVEL

╰┈➤Falcon (Joaquin)

╰┈➤Quicksilver

╰┈➤Gambit

⋆˚࿔DC

╰┈➤Superman (Corenswet)

╰┈➤Vigilante

╰┈➤Red Robin

╰┈➤Nightwing

More will be added soon, I just need to learn how to write for the characters <3

ʚɞ fluff

༝༚༝༚ smut 🍋

𓇢𓆸 angst

🍊🍋‍🟩🍋WE ARE BRINGING BACK THE CITRUS SCALE!!!🍋🍋‍🟩🍊

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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⋆˚࿔ 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

⋆˚࿔ 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

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⋆˚࿔ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬

⋆˚࿔ 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

⋆˚࿔ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

⋆˚࿔ 𝐝𝐜

🍏enjoy🍎

Seated by the Cody pool, my lover and I sat at the front of the lounge chair. Passing the joint between us as we spoke like we were regular people. Y’all know damn well you aren’t but moments like these helped.

“Rachel seems like a damn nightmare of a coworker. Let alone manager,” he hit the joint then passed it onto me, hitting it of course with dragon’s breath.

Looking up irritated, “I fuckin’ know, but I don’t want to solely rely on you plus I need something to do or else I’ll smoke my life away. Just like you with Smurf.”

All Andrew could do was sigh into another close to death experience or admitting that his mother is indeed a wicked bitch, “sure. Relax with the hits.”

“You tryna take the weed all to yourself,” I teased.

“I don’t need you greening out on me, again.”

“Tell that Rachel bitch to leave me alone then.”

There we all stood. Well, they. While I stood slightly behind them. Andrew had a wide stance with his arms crossed. My eldest son, Julian, looked like he just woke up with his bonnet still attached to his cranium and baggy basketball shorts on only. Probably from the sound of how fucked up your car sounded. Now the other boy, AJ, also had a bonnet on but instead had an off-white tank and Strawberry Shortcake pajama pants on. Both boys had their foot on the front bumper. Going around, by the driver’s seat to see their faces of confusion— holy shit, they look like their damn dad.

“So—“

They all cut me off, saying different things in unison.

“Ma, you need oil,” Zane spoke up, rubbing his eyes.

AJ grumbled, “how in the world.”

“Babe, everything is fucked.”

Nodding my head slowly, “okay. So, oil change, what else.”

“Everything!” They exclaimed simultaneously. Andrew shifted his stance ever so slightly before speaking to me, “how are you even alive with a car like this? It’s not even old either— when’s the last time you’ve had an oil change? Or your tires pumped?” Simply shrugging at them.

Zane fully awoken, “Mother— Pops, pardon my language but how the fuck is your car like this.”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “my baby is fabulous and perfect. She just needs oil.”

AJ shook his head, “more like a new tire too. Battery as well maybe. Mom, how many miles is your car— no, let me check.” I groaned but he cut me off, “we are making sure you don’t die unexpectedly. Papa, aren’t you supposed to be in charge of, y’know, her livelihood.”

Andrew just glared at me. Not in a ‘I’m gonna fucking kill you’ way. More like a ‘you’re gonna fucking kill me’ kind of way. Zane told us he needed to get something from the trunk so I took his place, but instead of standing there like a confused old head, I hugged my oh so loving husba—

“Quit trying to give me a heart attack just because you forget that you too are human and mean the universe to people,” he whispered to me.

I whispered back, “where’s that coming from?”

Andrew couldn’t look at me, “you’re,” he paused, restarting his sentence, “one of these days, I’m going to die from stress because of the amount of worrying I do. You’re only making it worse.”

“It’ll lessen, don’t worry,” kissing his cheek, still at a whisper with him, “you’re in your head too much, alright. I’m safe and sound. See.” Backing away from him with a slight pose and jazz fingers to show my smile off. He smirked with a nod then looked behind him to see that (one of) your daughter(s) came out the house to see why everyone was outside.

“What’s going on.”

AJ and Andrew spoke with synchronicity.

“Mom’s car is jacked up.”

“Oh, then you don’t want to see my car.”

The guys all slowly turned to her, Andrew only said one thing to her, “keys.”

“Daddy, I’m sorry! Just fix it with a schlondpoofa or oil or something!”

“Keys, whatever it needs, it needs to be fixed.” She tossed her keys with a groan, Andrew walked from me to check her car out.

Like father, like son.

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NSFW

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Burrito in hand, toy on my bedside table, device on the other side. Titties all over the place, yoni feelin’ the breeziest of breezes, as my bonnet sat neatly on what my cousins and A-Train would refer to as a ginormous cranium. Anorah is fast asleep, I hope Ryan is too but he probably isn’t and is listening to teenage white boy alt music, and I lay here. In, with a great passionate sigh, bliss! That was until I heard a few too many weighted creaks downstairs. Burrito still in hand, I stealthily got out of bed, not charging up my supe ability yet but waiting for the right moment to attack whoever is breaking into my house.

The breathing pattern was entirely too familiar. Based off the weight distribution contrasting from the floor board to the actual person—

“Damnit, Benjamin, I could’ve fuckin’ threw you through my house,” harshly whispering at him before taking a bite out my burrito before she goes cold. I worked too hard on her to be failed or dropped. I’m more committed to a night off than a D1 athlete to a college, “why are you here?”

He sucked his teeth as he shrugged, avoiding eye contact with me while looking around the house, “just missed my babygirl.”

“You know her bedtime is 8:30…lately 9:30 cause the sun don’t go down until 8 and she’s a stubborn lil’ thing. Meaning,” taking a mean ass bite before talking like Craig Jones’ dad munching on some grapes, “you drove that long for no damn reason. Knowing exactly her bedtime, so what’s your real— nigga. Where’s my doorknob.”

“What doorknob? The place was unlocked when I came in .” Shrugging for what? The third time in a minute and a half? Finally making eye contact with…not my eyes but my entire body, especially my chest.

“Nigga, there was clearly a doorknob there?”

He shook his head.

“Yes, there was,” stepping closer to him.

Shook his head once more, “what the fuck are you wearin’?”

I named it what they were called growing up before shrugging, “it’s commonly known unanimously as a ‘moomoo.’ It’s a night gown.” Sitting down next to him. Ben was still staring at my chest. If he was his son, I would assume that a laser would be through my chest based on how intense his stare was.

“And you have nothing under,” my brows furrowed while he continued to speak, “your tits don’t go down like that unless you have nothing under. Trust me, I would know,” clicking his tongue as he winks at me. I slapped his arm while covering myself with a pillow.

“Ben, I can be braless in my own home. Stop being a pervert,” taking my last bite even though I was yet to be done with my poor burrito. Folding the aluminum over it, standing up to walk over to the kitchen and put the burrito in the fridge. The weight behind me shifted, he was right there. Closing the fridge— yup, there he was. Looking at him. Damn, this motherfucker looks so good but he’s a mother-fucker. “What are you doing here. Really?”

He shrugged, “t’see you.”

“Does grandpa not know how a phone works? You have photos of me,” leaning against the fridge while faking a pout.

“Yea, well I don’t have our videos, you still do,” somehow we got closer to each other. I couldn’t tell if I stepped forward or he did, maybe we both did. “We make a good lookin’ pair, Anorah proves it,” tilting his head ever so slightly with a cocky smirk, “you still watch our videos or no?”

My head tilted before I silenced my laugh, “if you’re looking for pussy, you’re not getting anything. You can have every bad bitch in the world, just not me. Even though of course you would want me, I’m the baddest,” turning my back to him, walking upstairs to my room but of course he followed me. I stopped at the door, closing it enough for it to press me against the doorframe.

“Sweetheart, without you, I’m a celibate man who wants to wait til marriage.”

“In the most historic and loving way possible, both the kids in this house are bastards,” damn, Ben looks good. “Is this how you ask everyone for sex or is it just me?”

Ben chuckles to himself, “I didn’t ask yet—“ something behind Ben caught his attention, “is that?”

“No,” attempting to close my door but his hand slammed on it then pushed it open. Ah, shit. He lifted me out of the way, looking at the toy on my bedside table. Then he pulled open the top drawer to find other ones. All he could do was laugh.

Why is he laughing at me? Can a bad bitch not ovulate?

“Are you kidding me?” Slammed the drawer shut as he marched towards me, “this is what you’ve belittled yourself to? A few vibrators and dildos,” closing my bedroom door then locking it. “Those don’t do shit for you, you know that,” he leaned down to kiss me.

I accepted.

Arms crossed in the beginning of the kiss until he lifted me up, not even stopping the now makeout session for a moment. He ed us onto the bed, I helped him strip his clothes, before we divulged back into each other. Ben spoke during our kisses, we grinded against one another, “you’re takin’ pencil dicks now? I bet it takes you longer to get there.” He broke the kiss apart to look down, his boxers were soaked…by me? Me? I sat up to look down at my pussy, all to find an exaggerated glistening glow on it. “That wet for me already?”

“Shut the fuck up,” watching him move his boxers. I moved away from him to grab the lube, coming back to pass it to him. He grabbed my dominant hand to squeeze a load onto it while only putting some on his two fingers, rubbing the lube together.

Ben inserted his fingers into me, causing me to whimper slightly, “really? Two fingers used to mean nothing to you when I was around. C’mon, stroke my cock.” My hand jerked him up and down. Biting my lip ever so slightly as I watched the both of us. The way he curved at just the right angle. His cock now shiny from the lubricant while watching Ben’s fingers steadily pump into my pussy while rolling upwards. He kept rolling until I had to grab his wrist with my other hand.

“P-please, stop,” whimpering as Ben’s thumb swirled my clit around, “just fill me up already, okay? Please?”

He nods, leaning down to kiss me, “awh, you don’t want to cum too early, is that it? I can’t fill you up yet, sweetheart. You’re not yourself anymore. Was me not being here and you running around mean that you had to downgrade? It’s alright, I’ll put it in slowly. So you can get used to it. Give you back that crown, my beautiful size queen.” His fingers leave me and my hand left his cock, I spread my pussy open so he slap his tip against my clit and enter my pussy. Only allowing the tip to stretch me out. My eyes tearing up slightly, he wiped away any that strayed, “doll, you need to relax.”

“I-I’m trying but holy shit,” steadying my breathing causing him to fit even more inside me. My moan went high pitched, Ben stopped me with a kiss, hands going under my moomoo to squeeze at my breasts.

“Shut the fuck up, don’t wanna wake up the kids. Nothing about me changed,” steadily pumping in and out of my pussy. As he began with a new stroke, he leaned down to kiss me again in order to stop my squeals of pleasure. Stable strokes, slapping against my cervix.

Any time I tried to push him away, he pulled my arm away. We have yet to part our lips to get a breath of fresh air, I don’t think we ever will anyways. As much as I hate Ben, I wouldn’t mind if this is how I died. Suffocation from a steamy makeout with my baby daddy while he’s hitting most of the right spots. Most. This entire thing felt like a fantasy rather than reality.

Eventually, Ben let my lips go to stand up, hands still wrapped around my arms. Watching how his cock slipped in and out my pussy. He switched my arms into his left hand so he could start to twirl his thumb around my clit. I cursed lowly, biting my bottom lip. Thumb flicking at my clit, matching the pace of his strokes. Whimpering his name out while I was unable to move my arms. Wanting to push him away but I couldn’t, tears building up in my eyes from the immense pleasure yet the pleasure began to build up as too much. Sensing a buildup on my pelvis. Shit, did I piss beforehand?

“B-Ben? Ben! Slow down, p-please,” I began to beg—plead with him. Trying to get him to stop, mainly so I didn’t embarrass myself. Tears finally slipped, fully, alongside a choked sob that I could barely silence, yet I managed. But he didn’t stop, I think he actually went slightly faster. I couldn’t hold it anymore, feeling the liquid gush out of me. Looking down, it wouldn’t stop— and it wasn’t urine! Truly don’t wanna get scientific, I don’t want to feel embarrassed even though Ben wouldn’t give that much of shit. “Holy,” out of breath already, “oh my, fuck.” Relaxing slightly with my eyes closed, still sobbing.

I realized that he completely stopped though, he also barely talked the entire time too. Opening my eyes to see him smiling, staring at my warmth. What the fuck is he doing? Let alone planning. He finally spoke up, “haven’t seen a woman gush like that since ‘73. You’re the only person who can do that, y’know. One of the reasons I’m so damn fond with you, dollface,” Ben started up again, this time waaay faster than he did a few seconds ago. “C’mon do it again. One day, maybe I could fill you up. Anorah needs a little sister. I’ll be here this time. Work while you glow beautiful, with our baby inside you. After that one leaves, I can pump more into you.”

“Why wait one when we can do it now,” I lazily smiled. Ben stopped again, feeling him leave my body which caused me to groan and whimper in both pleasure and pain. “ ‘m sorry, wait. Come back,” I watched him pant, moving from my clit to hold his cock. Painting my pussy with a mixture of our juices. He smirked to himself, “don’t be too loud then, ‘kay?” As I nodded, my body made me instinctively bite my lip while he entered back inside of me.

The bed creaked and wobbled, Ben came down to kiss me once more before the wet kisses trailed down to my neck. Applying pressure while pounding into me, marking me up. He let go of one of my wrists, grumbling into my neck, “Doll, touch that pretty clit of yours. Help her make you squirt while I pound into you. Don’t try to push me away, that’ll mean we’ll have a special round for respect.” I could only hum in response, licking my fingers lazily then reaching down to rub my clit. Ben slapped my ass a few times, pushing my leg over his shoulder to go deeper inside of me, making me squeal. His lips detached from my neck to capture my lips before he ordered me, “rub faster. Gush like the fuckin’ faucet you are. Lemme see you squirt all over my cock while I put a baby in you like you desire, sweetheart.”

Leaning back to observe the scene: the slick sounds of our work together, my neck and collarbone red and purple, arm still up, and I could feel him more than ever. It began to overwhelm me again, Ben knew instantly, cooing at me, “gotta relax to squirt. So,” he tried to steady his pace to not slow down, instead he sped up ever so slightly, unknowingly, “your tight fuckin’ p-pussy isn’t making it any better. Stop stressin’, doll. You can have anything you want, c’mon.”

Before I could release, body convulsing, I gasped, “y-you…” was all I could simply let out before gushing all over Ben. Feeling unstable, my vision blurred from the ecstasy. Gradually letting my head feel light despite my body quivering like a leaf.

“What?” Ben groaned, almost instantly after, his cum filled my walls. His cock stayed inside for a moment too long. He let go of my wrist but I didn’t move an inch, Ben grabbed my cheeks, harshly whispering my name, “hey, stay with me. I need you with me now, snap out of it.” I heard him, could only smile at him which made him sigh in frustration. He left my pussy, causing me to whine for him. Ben apologized to me with a kiss wiping away my remaining tears, one of the rare occasions he was truly gentle with me, “I’ll go draw you a bath, doll.” I nodded, enough confirmation for him to continue speaking while moving me further onto the bed so I could lay more comfortably, “you need to stay here until I come back to tell you it’s ready,” looking at the fact that I was still in my moomoo, “need’a buy you more of those.”

Nodding lazily for the last time as I closed my eyes, Ben effortlessly picked me up, walking to the bathroom connected to my room, “no, stay awake. You’re coming to the bathroom with me. Say ‘okay’ this time.”

“M’kay,” leaning into his chest, he took it since it was the best I could do. Ceramics clanking together before I realized he was seating me onto the toilet bowl. He didn’t speak the entire time, starting the bath instead, filling it with whatever he saw first as bubbles or salts. Mixing in a muscle relaxer and melatonin soap and epsom salt. I managed to gain his attention by flailing an arm out, “tower?” Shit, can I speak properly yet? Like now.

Ben shook his head, “don’t need me tomorrow,” glancing towards my fucked out state, “I’ll hate to see you back in subspace again if this is only after an orgasm, doll.”

I flipped him off.

By the time I gain consciousness, it’ll be too late and I’m going to lose my shit. Until then, I urinated properly before Ben helped me ease into the filled bathtub then got in to sit behind me, holding me close while filling to room with silence. Turning my head ever so slightly to catch his soft gaze at me so I could ask, “are you gonna actually stay if I do get pregnant?”

“Couldn’t be here last time, I gotta make this time count. You’re strong but not that strong. Stubborn though? You’re incredibly stubborn, that’s why you’re out here and still pretend that you’re not still in love with me.” This nigga gets on my nerves, I don’t think I have anymore to spare him. Ben tenderly held me closer, “also said you wanted me before you gushed everywhere.”

I shook my head, “I didn’t.”