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darecruit · 2 years

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Damn, here I was hoping that she can get away, haha. Is having ONE behaving child impossible? ;) We know for sure that troubles love Rachel so she's definitely out of the question, haha. Minus of being the main and best character ;)

I mean, it will probably be the only time she is seen getting into trouble, if that makes you feel better 😅 But drinking and then swimming in the lake in the middle of the night is pretty serious….Jack gives them all 20 swats with his hand, so it’s quick.

Here’s the bit I have of it….I wrote it ages ago because it wouldn’t leave me alone. It’s got a jump to the next morning with Shelby and Rachel which I doubt will actually make it into the story…consider it a scene from the cutting room floor.

The Camping Trip

Jack quickened his pace at the sound of splashing and laughter coming from the lake. He approached the edge of the lake and shook his head at the sight of the four teenagers. He was just about to call to them when his flashlight beam illuminated a fallen log nearby and the small pile of beer cans littered around it. Anger overwhelmed him as he turned back to stare at the teens.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE ALL DOING?”

Rachel gasped at the booming voice coming from the shore; scared eyes turned to her cousins and she could see the terror reflected in their eyes despite the darkness.

“Dad,” JJ gasped.

“GET YOUR BUTTS OUT OF THERE! NOW!” Jack yelled.

He could hear more splashing as arms and legs pounded the water and the kids swam towards his voice. They stepped onto the sand one after the other, each wearing a matching expression of guilt and nervousness.

Without a word, Jack strode over to the log and picked up an empty Bud Light can. He held it up for the teens to see.

“I could maybe let the late night swimming go, but drinking, guys? What were you thinking?” he said, his voice hard.

Rachel squirmed and hung her head; she didn’t like the look on her uncle’s face. A quick glance around and it was clear neither did her cousins. No one said anything.

“Someone better start talking or I’m gonna start busting butts!” Jack roared. He threw the can back down with the others and lit up each kid’s face in turn.

When no one spoke up, Jack sighed and made his decision. “Fine, we can do this the hard way,” he ground out, grabbing for the nearest teen.

Lexi let out a startled gasp as she was hauled towards her father. “Daddy, no!” she pleaded, finding herself staring down at the ground as her dad tucked her under his arm.

“Dad, wait!” JJ spoke up. “It was my idea. I-I thought it’d be fun to go swimming and…and we didn’t drink that much, honest.”

“Not that much? There’s more cans here between the four of you than there was when the adults were drinking at dinner!” Jack bellowed, his eyes once again falling on the pile. He figured there were at least two six-packs’ worth of empty cans on the ground around their feet.

“Dad,” JJ began again, his heart thundering inside his chest, “Please, it was all my fault. If you’re gonna be angry with someone about the drinking, it…it should be me.”

“I’m angry with all of you for drinking. You each decided to make a bad decision tonight, and you will all be held accountable for that,” Jack answered, his attention turning back to his youngest still bent under his arm.

After a moment’s deliberation, Jack yanked the girl’s bikini bottoms down to just below the crease of her backside and elicited another gasp from the girl. He wanted to make an impression, as well as keep things fair for all involved, and a bare bottom was the best way to achieve both.

He raised his hand and let it fall hard and fast onto his daughter’s bottom. “What you all did was stupid and dangerous! No one knew you were gone. What if something had happened?”

Jack ignored Lexi’s gasps and cries, stopping only after he administered a full twenty. He righted her bathing suit and stood her up before motioning for her to stand off to the side.

“And drinking! You could have drowned!” he continued his lecture, a hand darting out for the next child.

“Uncle Jack, please! We didn’t mean—” Haley cut off as she found herself in the same position that Lexi had just been in.

Jack bared the second bottom and went to work setting it ablaze. He held nothing back as he smacked his hand down again and again, counting to twenty in his head.

Haley yelped and stomped her feet, tears coming quickly. She grabbed onto her uncle’s pants’ leg to keep herself from reaching back. His hard hand spoke volumes and made her regret her actions immediately. She was relieved to be let go and scurried over to join Lexi.

“None of you are anywhere near old enough to be drinking. You don’t know how your bodies will react to it!” Jack scolded, his attention now turning to his youngest niece.

Rachel gulped when her uncle’s angry eyes fell on her. “I’m sorry, Uncle Jack!” she said as she was pulled over to his side.

Tears were already falling as she was bent over and she whimpered when her uncle yanked down her bathing suit bottoms. The embarrassment of being on display in from of him and her cousins was short-lived, replaced with the desperate desire to get away from the steel-covered hand now smacking her bottom.

“Ow! Ouch!” she cried. Her backside burned and Rachel was certain her wet skin was making the whole thing ten times worse.

Jack reached his count quickly and righted Rachel’s clothes before sending her off to join the others. He turned to his son, his face grim as he rubbed his palm against the side of his pants’ leg. It was burning and he wanted nothing more than to be finished with this business.

“To me, son,” he told the boy.

JJ grimaced but went to his father without hesitation. He was feeling incredibly guilty, having had to watch first his little sister and then his cousins be spanked for what was his idea in the first place.

Jack made quick work of pinning his son to his side while pulling down the boy’s swim trunks. He ignored the stinging of his own palm, wanting to make sure he spanked JJ just as hard as he had the girls.

The father sighed in relief as he doled out the last swat of the evening. He shook his hand out as he let JJ up, looking over the four crying teenagers in front of him.

“Alright, kids, pick up your trash and let’s get back to camp,” he said with a tired sigh.

The teens hurried to do as they were told and followed Jack back to camp in silence. They were all eager to get to their tents and inspect their bottoms.

(Next day)

“But Uncle Jack already spanked us last night!” Rachel exclaimed.

“I know he did. He spanked you for drinking and then swimming in the lake. The spanking I’m about to give you is for going off without permission—again.”

“No one else is getting another spanking,” the girl argued.

“They didn’t break my rule,” Shelby stated.

“But Mom, that’s not fair!”

“It is fair. This is the fifth time you’ve broken this rule, Rachel. I’m done going over this again and again. This time, young lady, I am going to get through to you,” said Shelby.

“Mommy, please,” Rachel whined, her eyes pleading.

“Let’s go,” was all Shelby said, taking Rachel’s hand and leading her into the master bedroom.

“Everyone will hear,” Rachel tried again, hoping for leniency.

“Everyone is outside and will be for at least an hour. We have plenty of time to handle this,” Shelby replied, shutting the door behind them.

She grabbed her hairbrush on the dresser on the way to the bed, ignoring her daughter’s pleas and promises. She took a seat on the edge of the bed and pulled Rachel in between her knees.

“I love you more than anything, Rachel, but I won’t let you get away with blatantly breaking my rules. You are going to remember this punishment and this lesson.”

“No, please! I promise I’ll never go anywhere without permission again. Please. You don’t have to do this,” Rachel begged, her eyes focused on the hairbrush still in her mother’s hands. She wasn’t dumb, she knew what her mom planned to do with it, and she wanted to avoid that at all costs.

“You’ve promised me that before, and here we are again. I’m sorry, Rach, but you have earned this spanking. It’s happening,” Shelby said, her voice stern despite her breaking heart.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Rachel broke, tears falling quickly as her mom guided her over her lap.

Shelby placed the hairbrush on the bed behind her and then steeled her resolve and lowered her daughter’s shorts and underwear. She rubbed Rachel’s bottom for a moment, glad to see that her skin was perfectly white again, without a trace of the pink blush from the previous night.

“Rachel, I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Shelby began, resting her hand atop the girl’s rear end. “I need to know where you are at all times. I know you may not fully understand, but it’s for your own safety. You are a child—my child—and as my child, I have the right to know where you are and who you are with. You cannot go off and do as you please whenever you want to, especially without my knowledge.”

“I know, Mom. I’m so sorry,” Rachel sniffed.

“I know you’re sorry, honey, but sorry isn’t going to cut it. You’re sorry every time you break this rule, and yet we are still here dealing with it. And maybe part of that is my fault. Perhaps I was too lenient with you the last two times it happened, but I thought our talks had gotten through to you. I can see now that they didn’t. I won’t make that same mistake this time, Rachel,” Shelby said.

“Mommy, please—” Rachel started, sucking in a breath as the spanking began without warning.

“Ow! No! NO!” she yelped, wiggling back and forth at the onslaught. Her mother was spanking quickly, her swats hard and precise.

Shelby kept her spanks at medium-strength as she covered the entirety of Rachel’s bottom and start of thighs. She wanted to give the girl a thorough warm-up so when she switched to the hairbrush in a moment, she wouldn’t bruise her child’s skin. She hated the thought of paddling Rachel with her brush, but Shelby needed to make this a memorable punishment so she wouldn’t have to repeat it a sixth time. She wasn’t sure she could do this again.

Shelby didn’t say anything as she peppered her daughter’s bottom. She had said all that she needed to before, and Rachel knew what she had done wrong and why she was in this position. Besides, words hadn’t seemed to get through to the girl before and Shelby was tired of giving the same lecture over and over. This time, her hand and hairbrush would do the talking; it would do Rachel good to focus on her spanking without her mother’s words interfering.

Rachel whined and cried, begging her mother to stop. Her bottom felt as if a thousand bees had stung her. She was feeling extremely sorry for herself, hating that she was being spanked for the second time in less than twelve hours.

“M-Mom, please stop!” she cried, throwing a hand behind her.

Shelby ignored her daughter’s pleas and caught Rachel’s hand in her own, pinning it gently behind the girl’s back.

“This next part is going to hurt, Rachel, I won’t lie to you. You can’t reach your hands back; I don’t want to risk hitting them by accident. Do you understand?” Shelby said, her voice gentle.

Rachel’s struggling increased, as did her tears. “No, no, no! Please don’t!” she cried. “I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m sorry! I’ll be good!”

Shelby choked back tears of her own as she listened to her baby cry and promise to be good. She wanted so much to forgo this punishment, but knew she would regret it if she did. As hard as it was to dole out, Shelby knew she had to go through with it for Rachel. It was dangerous for Rachel to constantly go off without Shelby’s knowledge. Anything could happen to her girl and Shelby would never forgive herself if something ever did. A well-spanked bottom was worth the pain they were both feeling now if it meant keeping Rachel safe in the long run.

The mother picked up the brush and tapped it lightly against Rachel’s pink bottom. “Why are you getting this spanking, Rachel?” she asked.

“Please, Mom, it hurts! It hurts! I’m sorry!” Rachel cried, kicking her legs against the mattress.

Shelby closed her eyes and asked for strength. She knew logically that Rachel was fine and not hurting anywhere near as much as she was saying. Her bottom was barely pink and the girl was simply being dramatic. Shelby was sure the threat of the looming hairbrush was scaring her girl—it was meant to. Yes it would hurt, and she’d have a sore, red bottom that would burn like fire at the end of it all, but Rachel would survive.

“Let’s not draw this out, baby. Why are you getting this spanking?” Shelby repeated.

“B-Because I left camp and you didn’t k-k-know!” Rachel wailed.

“That’s right,” Shelby nodded, raising the brush. She gave her girl two quick spanks, not overly hard, but she knew they hurt plenty.

“And why is that wrong?” she continued, tapping Rachel’s bottom again.

“I need your per-permission!” said Rachel. “You need to know where I a-am!”

“Correct, Rachel,” said Shelby. “I am the mom. You are the kid. You need to ask and let me know where you are, always. Got it?”

“Yes! Yes, Mom, I swear! Please!”

“Let’s finish this now,” Shelby said, releasing Rachel’s pinned arm so she could wrap her own arm around the girl’s waist and pull her close. She wanted to keep the girl in place so she didn’t get hurt, as well as to provide some much-needed comfort.

The mother took a steadying breath before raising the brush. She exhaled and then swung her arm down. The brush hit the middle of Rachel’s left cheek, leaving a pink blotch in its wake.

Shelby eased into a rhythm, being careful not to hit too hard. Each spank landed with a loud crack that made Rachel jump and cry out. Shelby watched the girl’s reactions and the state of her bottom closely, not wanting to go overboard. Rachel’s bottom was quickly darkening to a dusty pink, but they weren’t done yet.

Rachel was fighting hard against her mother and the horrible hairbrush she wielded. It burned her skin as nothing ever had, and the girl was sure she would never sit down comfortably again.

Rachel was overwhelmed by the intense stinging in her bottom. She was still feeling sorry for herself, and part of her was angry with her mother for dealing with her so sternly, but guilt was quickly creeping in to churn within her mind.

Her thoughts turned to the other times she had gone off without her mom’s knowledge and her stomach flip-flopped at the memories. Her mother was always so scared when she didn’t know where Rachel was, and became angry and upset each time Rachel broke her rule.

It suddenly occurred to the girl that she wasn’t so much breaking a rule as much as she was breaking a promise to her mother—her mother that tried her hardest not to break promises to Rachel. The guilt Rachel had been feeling tripled and her tears turned to sobs. In an instant, Rachel went limp over her mom’s lap and accepted her fate.

Shelby was relieved when Rachel finally went limp—it meant she had reached her limit. The mother threw the brush to the other end of the bed and finished off with four hand spanks to each of her daughter’s sit-spots.

#asks #glee #glee fanfic #glee au #Corcoran family #Shelby Rachel AU #Shelby raising Rachel #open arms #the camping trip #cut scene #my musings

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the-aisei-cousins · 2 months

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Event: Camping Trip

(Tw: mention and talks of Pedophilia, R@pe, child abuse, and cannibalism.(also sorry that I forgot to add this. I thought I did when I wrote this.))

You had received an email from Hope's Peak Academy

'You were invited to help Ms. Dai to take Class 82 onto a 2 week long camping trip starting tomorrow! Class 82 will be thankful for your participation.

We are not responsible for any minor damage, major injuries, any human beings being eaten, and/or deaths that Class 82 may cause.'

You decided to join. Probably your better judgment but to join, you chose none the less. The next day, you went to Hope's Peak Academy to see a group of 7 teens and one little robot girl. All had on a white shirt with brown shorts on.

One was a dark skinned girl with two IDs. One was a Substitute Teacher ID and the other a Student ID for the same school. She was in front and facing the rest of the students.

There was a boy with black hair and brown eyes. He had a bunch of scars on his body, some old, some new, some healed, some still fresh.

The robot girl was to his left. She seems to be design to look around 8 years old, but she seems to be an old model. The body was rusty in some areas and wore down by time.

To her left was a boy with an red jacket on. He had the hood over his head and sunglasses covering his face. His hands were in his pocket.

To his left was a young lady with long light reddish pink hair, dilated pupils, and a slightly jagged tooth. She was the tallest in her class.

To her left was Irofuka Nijiue. It was weird to see him not in a butler uniform. He was stilling wearing his red gloves and his hair was pulled into a short, low ponytail.

To his left was Yolei, wearing a light turtleneck sweater underneath the shirt. The also had leggings and a bag on. She was leaning towards Irofuka.

And finally, Yoshino, who had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing stockings under her shorts. She also had a small backpack on.

Yù: "Okay, let's go over the rules, one more time. No killing people, selling illegal substances or items, and no eating people. Alive or Dead. We will still be doing theapry sessions while camping. Don't wonder to far, especially at night. We have to introduce ourselves to our guests, even if we already met them. That means, telling them your actual names and Ultimate Talents, alright?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Yù: "Thank you Yoshino."

Do you say anything?

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#bloodthirsty maid: yolei aisei #buttons and threads: yoshino aisei #Event: Camping Trip⛺

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ecoharbor · 1 month

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📍Alaska, USA 🇺🇸

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deadsetobsessions · 13 days

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPT BY @out-of-jams

TOO MANY BEDS

DCXDP, GEN

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The Wayne foundation was a giant in the corporate world. What made it impressive was that their company was based in Gotham where, despite or perhaps in spite of the frequent rogue attacks and general hostile environment, the Waynes managed to run a tight and efficient ship. Their operations run extremely smoothly.

However, that was not to say there were no mistakes. There were. Wayne Enterprises usually had enough-more than enough- budget to cover such mistakes.

The employees, after all, were humans (though their new CEO, Timothy Drake, might have been a vampire considering how pale he was) and were prone to make mistakes.

Thus, due to the nature of human mistakes, the visiting senior class of Amity Park’s Casper High found themselves in a rather baffling situation.

“Well, we can’t say there’s not enough beds.” Their chaperone-teacher, Mr. Lancer rubbed the back of his bald head.

Before them laid not ten, not twenty, but fifty five twin beds arranged in neat rows in Gotham Academy’s auditorium.

“What is this, the military?” Their other chaperone-teacher, Mr. Falluca, grumbled.

“It’s not like we haven’t slept in worse places.” Sam grimaced. The class collective shuddered as they remembered the junior camping trip from hell.

“Ugh, my hair is going to get frizzy if we sleep here.” Paulina muttered.

“I thought we were getting called here for cheer or something.” Star frowned. Her boyfriend of four years, Kwan, slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to comfort her.

The doors open as a harried Wayne Industries employee ran in.

“I am so, so sorry! This isn’t where we were supposed to have you stay but WE mistook the donation request and sent in beds instead of paying for hotel rooms!” They blurted out, looking panicked. “Your hosting class - we’ll have you meet them outside, maybe?”

“It’s fine, right guys?” Danny spoke up, arms crossed. Tucker hummed at his side, tapping quickly at his

“Yeah, whatever Fentina says,” Dash grumbled. After the reveal of Danny’s identity as Phantom, his hostility and bullying died a quick death. Though, Dash kept the nicknames as they were a hard habit to kick and there weren’t any malicious intent behind it. In fact, Dash quickly became one of Danny’s biggest supporters, hidden behind scowls and general posturing.

“We could just meet in here. Get rid of the bedframes and just have a giant sleepover while you guys get everything sorted out.” Valerie volunteered.

“That’s a great idea!”

The class, coordinated from years of ghost attacks, quickly assembled the giant floor mattress. Gotham Academy’s senior class filed in ten minutes later, gaping at the giant floor mattress(es) before whooping and joining Casper High’s seniors in tumbling around.

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Danny threw an empty plastic water bottle at Kwan’s head.

“Hey! No PDA on the giant mattress!”

“Yeah, get that love shit out of here!” Someone else hollered.

“There might technically be only one bed, now, but it’s still multiple mattresses!” Stephanie Brown, one of Gotham Academy’s seniors heckled.

“Hey, Danny, it’s your turn for truth or dare!” Tim said.

“Truth.” Danny returned.

“Lameeee.”

“C’mon Fenturd, too chicken to do dare?”

“Danny, that’s so boring,” Sam smirked.

Danny scowled. “Hey, whose side are you on?”

Sam and Tucker grinned and said in unison, “The winning side, duh.”

Tim cut in. “So, what’s the worst thing that’s happened to you?”

Danny groaned. “Camping trip, no contest.”

“Camping trip?”

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#dcxdp #danny phantom #batman #tim drake #Stephanie Brown #gotham academy #dc x dp #Casper high #star #kwan #mr. lancer #Mr. Falluca #Paulina #star and kwan’s relationship #camping trip from hell

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temeyes · 15 days

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dad-daughter bonding ft. ghost and his bubba girl

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guccifrog · 1 month

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NANNY 🍡

matt sturniolo X f!reader

summary : The Sturniolos found it increasingly difficult to raise their brother, Matt's daughter especially since they were all boys, hiring a nanny seemed like the best solution, your slight obsession with money and the pay they were offering was too good not to apply, but little did you know that your bond with the dad would become more than just professional.

part 1

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"Evelyn!"Chris shouted into the hallway of the Sturniolos' house, where Evelyn could be heard giggling from the other side of the door. She was always playing hide-and-seek with her uncles, and it seemed like it was her favorite game. Today, however, Chris had a more important task at hand: getting his niece to put on a pair of pants.

But it was not an easy task. Chris had been trying to get Evelyn to wear pants for the past thirty minutes, and every time he thought he had her cornered, she would somehow wriggle free and run off to hide again.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he considered his options. He knew that he couldn't chase her around the house all day, and he was starting to feel irritated.

"Evie? come out sweetheart, I'll let you play with my hair, don't you love braiding my long hair?"Chris winced, as he remembered how Evelyn had almost made him bald once, trying to braid his hair. But, he had to try something. He heard a tiny giggle from the other side of the door and waited, hoping that she would come out.

Then it hit him. He remembered a little trick that always works. Candy. If he gave Evelyn some candy, she would probably be distracted enough to let him help her put on the pants. Grinning to himself, he hurried to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards until he found a bag of her favorite chocolates. He returned to the hallway, clutching the bag in his hand.

"Evie! Hey, Evie, come here for a second," Chris called, trying to sound casual. When Evelyn finally poked her head out from under the coffee table where she'd been hiding, she flashed him a big grin. "I've got something special for you," he said, holding up the bag of chocolates. Her eyes lit up, and she skipped over to him, her little hands already reaching for the treat.

"Treats!" she exclaimed, taking a few pieces and stuffing them into her mouth. As she chewed happily, Chris took the opportunity to kneel down beside her and gently slip the pair of pants onto her little legs. "Don't tell your dad, okay?" he said, sighing in relief as he finally buttoned her pants. Evelyn nodded, her mouth full. She had never been so happy to wear pants before.

As Chris stood up, he noticed Nick, walking into the room, his eyes glued to his phone. "Are you guys done?" he asked, looking up and, noticing the half-eaten candy in Evelyn's hand. But before Chris could respond, Nick's expression turned sour. " Chris what the hell are you doing?!" he whispered-yelled. "Giving her candy!? she had like three bags this morning!"

"Shut up, Nick," Chris hissed back, "I was just trying to get her to wear some pants." He looked at Evelyn, who was still munching on the candy, Nick rolled his eyes but didn't argue. Chris. sighed, turning to Evelyn, ready to take the rest of the candy away from her. But before he could, An ear-piercing scream filled with terror rang out through the house.

Evelyn had dropped the candy, clutching her hands to her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Chris and Nick exchanged confused glances before rushing to her side. "Evie, what's wrong?" Chris asked, panic rising in his voice.

"DADDY!" Evelyn screamed, pointing behind them. Chris and Nick turned around to see their brother, Matt, standing in the doorway looking confused. " Chris took my candy!" she cried, pointing accusingly at her uncle.

"Hey!" Chris snapped his head back to his niece" trying to defend himself. "She was the one stuffing her face with it!" Nick chimed in, half-heartedly siding with Chris. "And you had plenty of other candy!" Evelyn, however, was having none of it. She continued to cry, pointing at Chris.

Matt, looking more confused than ever, stepped into the room. Evelyn walked to his side, making grabby hands at him. "Daddy, Chris is being a meanie," she whined. "He took my candy!"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Oh, my fuck-"

"Chris!" Nick yelled, interrupting whatever was about to come out of his mouth.

"He's just jealous because he's not as cute as you, Evelyn." Nick sighed hoping she would stop. The little girl smiled up at her uncle and flipped her hair before giving Chris a nasty look.

"Kid I swear to-"

"Chris" Matt warned, raising an eyebrow. "Evie, honey, you know you can't eat all that candy, right?" He asked her. She nodded, still looking a bit upset. "Well, why don't you put the rest of it away for later, and we can find something else for you to eat, okay?" Matt suggested, reaching out to take the rest of the candy from her. She hesitated for a moment but then handed it over to her father.

Chris couldn't help but feel a bit relieved as he watched the interaction between Matt and Evelyn. He glanced at Nick, who looked like he didn't care about any of this.

Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Nick said, walking over to the door and opening it. He wasn't expecting anyone, and he definitely didn't expect to see who was standing there. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the beautiful woman before him. She had long, flowing hair that cascaded down her back in waves, and she was wearing a stunning olive green dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. A white lace parasol was draped over her arm. Her eyes were piercing through him, as she smiled coyly.

"Hello! Is this the Sturniolo household ?" the beautiful woman asked, her voice smooth and melodic.

Nick glanced back at the woman. He cleared his throat and managed to respond, "Yeah, um, yeah, it is. Can I help you?" He asked.

"Nick why is it taking so long?" a voice from behind him asked. He turned around to see his brother, Chris, standing there, looking annoyed, but when he saw who Nick was talking to, his expression changed to surprise and then amusement.

She smiled at him, before turning her attention back to Nick. "I'm here to see Mr.Matthew Sturniolo. Is he around?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Her index finger rested on her pursed lips, as she pretended to be deep in thought.

Nick looked at her curiously, before glancing back at Chris. "Um, yeah, he's actually right here," he said, signaling for Chris to call Matt.

"MATT!" Chris shouted, making Nick physically cringe at the volume. His brother rolled his eyes before turning back to the woman. She smiled politely at Nick, her gaze curious and unblinking.

"what's up ?" Matt asked, walking up behind his brother, and noticing the woman standing at the door. His jaw almost hit the floor.

"Oh, hello there," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "I'm the new babysitter, the name's y/n."

"Holy shit..."

"excuse me ?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"I said hello" Matt stuttered, clearing his throat as he regained his composure, making Nick snort.

"I was told I'd be working for the Sturniolo family. You must be the father, Mr.Matthew?" She held out her hand, her posture confident and balanced.

"Ah, yes. Yes, I'm Matt" Matt replied, taking her hand and shaking it firmly. "And these are my brothers, Nick, and Chris" He gestured to the two people who were both staring at the woman with matching smiles.

"Nice to meet you all" Y/n smiled, looking at each of them in turn. "I understand that I'll be taking care of little Evelyn from now on?"

Matt nodded, still a bit taken aback by her presence. He gestured for her to come in, and she walked past them into the house, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. "Make yourself comfortable"

"Daddy?!" Evelyn's voice echoed through the house, as she ran into the living room, her tiny hands full of toys. She stopped short when she saw the tall woman standing there, and her big blue eyes widened in awe.

"Princess" The little girl whispered, eyes still wide, as she slowly walked towards the new woman. "Who... who are you?" she asked shyly, looking up at her. Y/n knelt down to be at the little girl's level and smiled warmly at her.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm your new babysitter, y/n. I'm going to take really good care of you from now on, okay?" Evelyn nodded slowly, still eyeing her with curiosity. "Would you like to show me some of your toys?" she asked, gesturing to the toys in Evelyn's tiny hands. The little girl's face lit up, and she happily began to show her all of her favorite things.

In the background, Nick and Chris exchanged glances, still in disbelief over the new babysitter. Matt smiled to himself, thinking that she seemed perfect for the job. Not only was He confident that Evelyn would be in good hands with her, but he also couldn't deny that he was enjoying the view.

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vintagecamping · 1 month

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Quick stop to admire Agathla Peak on a road trip from Colorado to Arizona.

Monument Valley

1977

#vintage camping #campfire light #road trip #el capitan #agathla peak #history #colorado #arizona #monument valley #1970s

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beautifulbitch-2 · 4 months

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#puppy love #camping trips #cutie patootie

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plutoslvr · 4 months

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"In a world where Jason Todd can come back... then why can't my dad?" ATE. HE ATE. GET THAT BITCH 6FT UNDER BRING BACK JACK DRAKE

#forever agonised by the “what ifs” jack and tim had ahead of them. the camping trip. tim being able to be robin whilst not keeping secrets #from his dad which he HATED doing but did anyway #tim drake #jack drake #not tagging that other guy

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oceantornadoo · 5 months

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camping trip (ghost x soap x reader)

slightly dubcon but it's been discussed off-screen/they have a safe word

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"noooo, si, i'm tired." you whimpered against your boyfriend, ass arching against him even as you told him to stop.

"come on, love. let me just rest there, yeah? try to get some sleep." simon whispered into your ear deviously. his hand was stroking your inner thigh, cock hard as he rutted into you without stopping.

"johnny's right there." you whispered back. the three of you were sharing a tent during your annual 141 camping trip, and you didn't want to invade his space.

"he doesn't care, dove. do you care? he knows you're mine." simon's hand traveled farther up, stroking your clit through your pajama shorts. wetness seeped onto his fingers, making loud squelching sounds through the background noise of the woods.

soap was awake, of course, a military man trained to sleep light. his palm was pressed against his cock as he tried not to alert you of his presence, silently willing simon to continue. he locked eyes with ghost, shimmering in the moonlight, as he humped his hand and imagined it was your sweet thighs instead.

you had your eye mask on so all you knew were the rough hands under you, stroking gently without getting right where you needed them. you whined and pressed against simon, not caring anymore, too needy for your orgasm.

"thought you didn't want me, hm? aye but now you're clenching around the air, wishing it was me. tell me you want me, dove. tell me and you get to come." you were panting now, sweating as you started humping simon's hand. he was right there, yet so far. you hadn't fucked in a week and you were positively aching.

"siii, please. please make me come." he slipped his fingers inside you and you moaned, head almost knocking into soap's as you couldn't control your body's movements. you were so wet he could fit two, pumping in and out, knuckle bumping your clit.

"you're so desperate for me, hm? gonna wake johnny up to you coming all over me. would you like that?" simon was positively smirking at johnny now, who looked like he was about to collapse. he could hear your wetness coating simon's fingers, and pulled his cock out at the sound. he stroked at simon's pace, up and down, up and down, imagining it was your hand instead.

simon changed the angle, pressing his palm against your clit as he rutted into you from behind. he could feel you tensing, on the edge of an orgasm. quietly, he kicked soap's foot, forcing him to acknowledge the scene in front of him as he ripped off your eye mask at the same time.

"gonna come for me, bonnie?" you gasped, locking eyes with soap as simon drove into you, your wetness running down his fingers onto the sleeping bag. johnny reached out, hand trailing down from your cheek to your throat, gripping harsh enough to leave a mark. you felt your orgasm take over you, rushing out over simon's hands, head resting on johnny's shoulders as you went boneless.

"we should do that again, yeah?"

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x you #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #simon riley x john mactavish x you #camping trip #tornadothoughts

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