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📍 cj. they/them. 20+. keeping this short & sweet <3 this is a sideblog ( no follow backs, soz ) with the purpose of exploring mature / dark subject matter in the realm of crime, horror, and smut driven plots. follow at your own discretion!
the way i’d literally die to write w/ you if you ever come back. hope you’re having a good day!
this is INSANE and so so serendipitous because i just logged onto this acc after a year (wtf??) away, wanting to revamp things and maybe reuse this url and here u are!!! trust that i am making my comeback & tysm for this motivation <3
i'm back in action !!! 🎉🎉 hi y'all, this year has been kicking my ass — and this ugly dash update is throwing me for another loop😭i'm planning on revamping this blog ( maybe making a fresh acc ? ) but in the meantime, i'd love to get a few gross things rolling on disco. in particular, i've been dying for a scummy deadbeat dad david har.bour x long lost daughter plot. trust when i say i have about a million ideas for it !! pls drop a like and i'll hit u up!
sorry for the absence — a family emergency took over my life for this past week. things are finally winding down and i hope to get back to writing by friday < 3
forced makeout sessions are so hot tho. pin me down and take your time forcing me to kiss you again and again, grind against me, lay your weight on me so i can’t escape and make me yours. draw it out until i give in and start kissing you back
amelia.
she has to bite her tongue at his attitude, vaguely reminded of how this ordeal had started. then again, it was the way he treated her that had her stomach feeling warm, as fucked as it was. mouth remains open as he kisses her again, tongue instantly gliding across his own again, as if she’s starved and his kisses were the only meal in sight. allows him to adjust her onto the couch, frowning only briefly as their bodies disconnect. can’t help but wonder how he’d treat her after this night, if he’d finally treat her with respect; or degrade her even more for giving into his sins. if he’d taunt her, or pretend this night never happened like she’s hoping, because god — she hopes she could forget the way he feels when she wakes up in the morning. props herself up on her elbows, instinctively parting her knees, and his crude language has her breath hitching, that same red heat spreading across her pale cheeks once again. “you don’t have to ask.” in fact, she prefers if he didn’t; already feeling ashamed of herself, and the more his husky voice whispers towards her, the more embarrassed she feels. still, she lifts up her hips, fingers looping around the waistband of her shorts to tug them down far enough for her to be able to kick them off; her thong following. the cool air hitting her slick cunt has a moan erupting from her, tongue sticking out to glide across her lips. one hand grips the edge of the couch, while the other hand splays over the flustered, desperate expression on her face.
you don’t have to ask. he’d remember that. he’d remember it all evening and tomorrow, for the last few days they had without their parents in the house, and for long after that as well. jude would never let amelia forget it, either, the obsessive part of his brain forever tallying every little thing she said — this was something he could use. he was immediately torn between watching her face and staring at her bared sex, her moan rivaling the ones playing on tv, and all from the simple act of being exposed. “ fuck. ” he could feel his cock twitch within his pants, surely leaking precum all over his boxers. “can you even hear yourself?” jude’s words came out like a breathless taunt, bright eyes traversing back down amelia’s body, amazed by the way that her legs lolled apart without any instruction — asking for it. “i knew you were slutty, but .. fuck,” he repeated again, guttural & hungry. jude squeezed the crease of her thigh, fingers beginning to slowly stroke through her drenched folds, touch feather-light and yet still so much slick clung to his fingertips. “you’re ripe,” he praised, “you look like you’ve already been fucked tonight.” her pussy was pink and puffy and gorgeous, begging to be stuffed. he nudged a knuckle against her swollen clit while lowering his head between her thighs, pressing & rubbing the sensitive little button in an erratic circle. there was no more hesitation before jude slid the flat of his tongue across amelia’s slit, giving a moan while licking into her.
amelia.
allowing carnal desires to win over her morality was surely a mistake — but she’s far too deep to change her mind now, especially after feeling how his lips feel against her own. knees sink into the cushion below him, chest puffing in desperate attempt to feel him impossibly close, heavy breaths of satisfaction apply under their kiss. hardly even been touched, but amelia could feel her cunt ache with desire, coating her folds with a slickness only jude can take credit for. can’t help but whimper as her shorts dig between her cheeks, her tiny thong following short, the pressure of the fabric just enough to press against her pussy, causes hips to jerk. hands glide from his neck to his chest, fingers curling and clenching the fabric covering him as she rocks her hips, desperately, all but humping his bulge. follows his lips even when he pulls away, until his his mouth is out of view. “fuck, please.” amelia whines quietly, lifting a hand to swipe her dirty blonde tresses to the opposite side of her neck. chin dips down, pressing her cheek against him as she pants. “we — you can’t tell anyone, please. they can’t find out.” she murmurs, shaking her head slowly, her hand glides again from his chest — running her fingers through his hair. “promise me, jude.”
they were dry humping like a couple of teenagers and jude was almost positive that he could’ve gotten off like this, too. given enough time to continue grinding against his step-sister while sucking hickeys to her neck, he could’ve gotten there. he continued to mouth at amelia’s neck until her fingers swept into his curls, the motion drawing his head back. “of course,” he answered automatically, his voice rough with arousal. a frowning furrow knit between his brows as he met her imploring gaze. “i’m not stupid.” because being mean to amelia ( even just a little ) was fully ingrained in his being at this point. jude took a steadying breath, pausing just long enough to wet his lips before amending lowly, “i promise.” for once, he meant it. he squeezed her ass again, stealing another kiss as he began leveraging amelia’s lithe form to the side. he lifted her from his lap, pressed nearer to his chest while turning to deposit her back on the couch. the remote was knocked to the floor with their movement, a reminder of the adult film still playing loudly on the television, utterly ignored by jude. he couldn’t think about anything other than the blonde as he kneeled between her spread legs, shedding his t-shirt and tossing it across the living room. his brain was a blaring mantra of take, take, take encouraging him to force himself on amelia in a rough rush and fulfill the nightly fantasies that played out in his head, but he steeled himself. should this be their only moment together, he wanted to get everything from her. warm hands met her knees and slid down along the inside of her thighs, digits teasing back around the hem of her shorts and slipping further. “can i see you?” jude requested. his thumbs smoothed up along her pelvis and then back down, a slow massaging motion that had him stroking the outer most part of her pussy, hands drawing closer together. he was purposefully vulgar as he asked, “can i play with your cunt?”
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amelia.
upon learning about their parents getting married — there was a passing feeling inside of amelia that resembled disappointment. all though she was too young to understand why then; she understands now, in this moment. all these years she’s played the role of the good sister, accepting the reality the two were legally bonded now, keeping the buttons jude loved to push intact. the role doesn’t seem too important to her anymore, when his lips meet hers — amelia gets hungry. the wet sound of rough sex still plays from the television, what was once foul was now music to her ears. groans into his mouth as she tastes his tongue, her own swiping across his, hand reaching to wrap around the nape neck. her mind still yells at her to slip from his grip and go to her room and stay there until their parents were back — pretend as though this day was just another ordinary one. but the lust inside her had bursted like champagne, clouding her morals. lips pull back, letting out a heavy breath as she pauses for a split second, just long enough for her to pivot, turn around so she could straddle jude. with chest to chest; amelia is able to cup each side of his neck now before she reconnects their lips.
there was the flicker of concern that he was being tricked. that this moment was simply too good to be true and amelia was only humoring him, kissing him back so she could wriggle free and run off as soon as he was too relaxed to react. for a split second, his hold on her tightened when she began to turn, but then all at once he released her, dazed eyes blinking and staring at the blonde in wonderment as she twisted and straddled his lap. jude surged forward to meet the kiss. he felt as if he’d been starved for years, left to collect whatever forbidden scraps of amelia that he could get, and now was possibly the only chance he’d have to gorge himself. his hands were on her thighs, sliding up to slip beneath the silky fabric of her tiny sleep shorts, rucking it up while his fingers explored her. he didn’t care as the satin was forced between her cheeks and bunched tight with his aggressive groping. if it was up to him, there’d be bruises left behind everywhere he touched, the shape of his fingerprints burned into her skin as a lasting keepsake. he groaned into her mouth, squeezing her ass and grinding upwards, finally gaining another notch of satisfaction to press against her cunt, even with these few layers still between them. “i’m going to fuck you, lia,” jude promised as he broke the kiss, head turning just far enough to bite at her jaw.
evangeline.
Evangeline had started nannying for the Bradfords due to a rise in rent meaning her waitressing job would no longer cover all her bills. It didn’t hurt that the father was patently gorgeous and the job paid better than any part time thing she’d ever picked up before. In the store, it was so easy to shoot him a little smirk and beg daddy to let her try on this or that. It made her heart race to ask daddy his opinion on the low-cut, short-hemmed dresses she pulled off the rack. This was exactly the kind of thrill she needed. Seemingly it was what he needed too — after all, William hadn’t corrected the store clerk in the slightest, even if it would’ve been so easy. She could give him this thrill. Only her. Running her hands over the body con dress, she grinned at him in the mirror as his face appeared over her shoulder. “Actually daddy, I think I need some help with the zipper,” she lied. “I got it on, but the fabric’s so tight I can’t get it back down.” Tight indeed. Tight enough that she’d removed her bra and left it hanging on the hook next to the mirror, leaving nothing to the imagination. And perhaps it was wrong to make it so clearly obvious to one’s employer that their nanny had her nipples pierced, but Eva had never been good at right versus wrong. At least not when it came to herself and certainly not when it came to Mr. Bradford. “Daddy,” she pouted, pulling her hair out of the way, “can you help me get this off?”
anyone sensible would’ve said that the dress was too tight, but william had lost all sensibility the moment that he goaded evangeline into the boutique in the first place. his gaze roved over her reflection, from head to toe, and then swept over her backside as she gathered her hair over her shoulder. “i think the fit is perfect,” he complimented, nudging the curtain back while turning on his heel and stepping inside the cozy dressing stall. in part with the store’s vibe, the dressing room was luxe ; floor to ceiling mirrors surrounded them, the dimmed mood lighting refracting off golden accents made everything look better, but william had the sneaking suspicion that evangeline could’ve strutted back out into the rest of mall nude and still looked brilliant under the fluorescents. standing behind the brunette, his hands moved to her waist, slowly smoothing up her sides and indeed confirming that the fabric was practically painted on. fingertips teased along the curve of her ribcage, gaze lifted over the babysitter’s head to meet her stare in the mirror. “i don’t know how you got this on without an extra set of hands in here,” he said, exhaling a light chuckle. “are you sure you don’t want to just wear it out?” william asked, though a hand was already sliding to her back, catching the delicate zipper and slowly easing it down.
amelia.
her entire body feels electrified — forbidden desires seeping through the closed door she’s tried to keep shut for so long. this was far beyond the normal sibling rivalry he seemed play with her over the years, and considering those little taunts had always rested in the back of her mind whenever she was knuckles deep inside herself, it’s no surprise that this was her pushing point. cunt aches under his touch, body involuntarily leaning into him. red heat crawls up her neck, teeth sinking into her lip to violently withhold the whimpers building up in her chest, but it feels impossible as his large hand cups over her smooth skin. “jude,” amelia tries again, her tone weaving from defensive to desperate. doesn’t want to get jude in trouble by telling on him — especially since he was far from wrong, especially since he’s only being vocal about the things amelia has daydreamed of. what will this mean for them in the future? knows herself well enough to know instant regret would bubble up inside her — and then how could she explain to their parents why family dinners were a little uncomfortable for her now? “this is wrong. i can’t — we can’t.” she whispers, releasing her lip from her teeth as her head leans against his, her fidgeting slowly stilling as she settles back down against him. his length against her back, his calloused hands teasing against the most sensitive areas that are silently pleading for more. finally, do lids squeeze shut, releasing the grip she had on his thigh and instead opening up her palm. she shouldn’t. she shouldn’t. but god, does she need it. “i — “ amelia swallows. “i want too.”
it was wrong. there were a million reasons why they never should’ve found themselves in such a compromising position, but jude couldn’t let himself dwell on a single one. all he could think about was the crush he’d had on amelia since childhood — how it’d burgeoned in puberty and forced him into an ugly & unfair rejection of amelia, shooting down their parents and friends alike with a moody ‘ she’s not my sister ’ every chance he had. but they’d grown up alongside each other as if they were, one thin wall separating their bedrooms, and it’d still be all that separated them after tonight, when their parents returned home from their anniversary trip. later, though — that was a worry for the future. jude’s mind was growing foggy, filled by every breathy sound that amelia exhaled and obsessing over the way his name formed on her tongue when she was on the brink of moaning. she wanted this too. “amelia .. ” he rasped out, suddenly so much softer - gentler, struck by her confession. he’d been beginning to think that she’d never stop rejecting him, that they’d wrestle and argue like this until he was cumming against her thigh and that’d be that. another oddity of their relationship for his step-sister to politely ignore, but no. jude swallowed thickly as he lifted his face from her neck, hand moving off her chest to guide her jaw, turning her head towards him. the angle wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t care. he couldn’t fathom missing this moment — this chance to kiss amelia, pressing his mouth to hers with every deep emotion he felt, lips parting as he licked into her mouth with a greedy moan.
amelia.
there’s a breathy groan that leaves her as his grip on her tightens, almost like he was trying to pop her. not that he had to try very hard, even if amelia tried her hardest to wiggle out his arms, there’d be no use. it’s then does she feel it, his bulge straining against his jeans and pressed against her — the fabric of both their bottoms separating them. “jude —“ she chokes out with a gasp, fingers curling around his forearm. the line between them, the one he’s been daring to cross all night, had seem to disappear, leaving amelia’s nerves to expand, heart pattering loud against her chest. “i haven’t done anything,” defensive as she whips her head around to look towards him, shoulders lifting. “all i’ve tried to do is be your friend, but you make it impossible. and now you’re just —“ turning her on? pushing her past her breaking point? she wouldn’t be so frustrated if that wasn’t that case, if all jude was to her was an annoying step brother, if she hadn’t ever thought about him in such deviant ways before. but she has. and amelia is fucking scared — almost disgusted because of it. “jude, stop!” she tries, smacking at his groping hands, her sensitive rosy buds hardening beneath the fabric of her thin cami. other hand grips at his thigh, attempting to keep herself steady as her feet dig into the ground, desperate to squirm away without tipping over. her thighs twitch as his hand pressed against her barely clad middle, her clit nearly pulsing at the simplest touch — because he was right. as much as she’ll argue and fight, her body knows what it wants. small and whimpered moan pushes out her blushed lips, has her tilting her head back against his shoulder in order to push her chest out, more attempts to break free as her thighs waiver. “i’m not,” she whines. “nonono, this is wrong. stop now, jude, and i’ll forget this happened.”
hearing amelia moan made heat lance through his body. it was vindication — proof that she was enjoying this just as much ; proof that she was just as twisted as he was, no matter how much she was unwilling to admit it. her whining pleas fell on deaf ears as jude began rubbing her cunt through her thin sleep shorts, grinding the heel of his hand back while holding her tight. “ no ! ” he repeated again, frustration crackling through his voice. “no, no! i’m tired of bargaining with you. i’m sick of playing games -” because that’s what he’d always been doing with amelia, wasn’t it? each time he snapped her bra strap, he was teasing. it was a game to see if she’d scream whenever he shouted & pounded at her bedroom door without warning on a friday night. any time he’d wrestled her into a headlock and squeezed her throat against his bicep, he let go as soon as she couldn’t breathe — not because he was afraid she’d feel how hard it made him. and maybe that’d be all over now. maybe he’d ruined it by pushing her this far, but in this moment, jude didn’t care. he was blinded by his desire, panting hotly beside amelia’s face, breath fanning across her rosy cheek. “just admit it,” he rasped, groping hand finally sliding beneath her tank to squeeze one of her small, pert breasts. jude groaned and rocked up against her again, “you want this, too - i know you do. say it. that’s all i need.” ( it wasn’t even close ) his face pressed into her neck, stubble rubbing across her soft skin, no longer hiding it when he drew in a deep breath, memorizing her scent. “tell me what a depraved slut you are. stop depriving yourself...”
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amelia.
“oh.” is all amelia struggles to say as she watches said face-fucking take place. in all the ( one. ) lovers the blonde has had, none of the love making had compared to this. and, sure, amelia is aware porn is just acted out fantasies — but there were times in her old relationship that she had wished for a little more… dominance, over her. jude stops bouncing her and amelia is left with her knees on either side of his thigh — her cunt perched right onto him. “i’m just hoping if i answer enough questions, you’ll stop the torture.” she huffs, swatting at his hand before replacing her palms against her knees, curling around them for support of herself. “it’s… fine.” the real answer? — amelia is sure thanks to the video on screen, if she slipped her hand down her tiny little shorts, she’d be meet with her hips bucking and a slickness coating her digits. her throat feels tight again, breath unsteady and her heart racing — all signs of arousal blooming inside of her core. jude’s breath is almost hot against her neck as he speaks, goosebumps fluttering across tanned skin. there’s a brief moment of relief as the male on screen pulls his cock away from the woman’s mouth in order to position her on the bed now instead, amelia tears her gaze away from the flatscreen despite her jaw being held. she squirms against her step brother, teeth violently biting down on her lip, feeling the tension inside her bubble up by each teasing moment, breaking beneath him. “seriously, just — just stop ! why do you have to be so gross? please, just turn it off. i can’t — or just let me go so i can leave.”
fine was hardly an answer at all. jude had half a mind to needle her some more, claim that she was still being stuffy & uptight — ruining their evening of bonding by not describing in great detail to her big brother what turned her on. yeah, he was being gross, even if the denial was on the tip of his tongue when amelia began squirming again. “no!” he blurted almost immediately, hand jostled from her face in her bid to get away. his arm coiled impossibly tight around her slim waist as he yanked her back, flush to his chest, and it felt almost instinctual when he rutted upwards against her ass, unable to resist the friction any longer. jude could feel heat crawling up his neck, that familiar burn of frustrated shame-lust that always hit when he was getting himself off to the thought of his step-sister — when he was jerking off into her stolen panties. fuck, fuck, fuck .. “this is what you deserve,” jude practically growled, heart hammering with a flood of adrenaline. there were no more excuses when his clothed erection was prodding her from behind. “you prance around here acting so perfect, like you’ve never done anything wrong,” he continued, grunting his preconceived notions beside amelia’s ear, “but i know it’s not the truth. you’re not a good girl.” similar to the scenario playing out in the porno, he was bodily bullying her, letting out huffing breaths while they wrestled and grappled with one another. jude’s hands kept slipping along her chest and stomach, the silky fabric of her cami giving way to hot touches of skin that practically burned. he was attempting to twist them to the side, to get them down on the couch, but before he got that far, jude dared to reach between her legs and press his wide palm directly to her sex. “you’re just as desperate,” he panted meanly. “you’re a slut.”
open to : w / nb
plot : babysitter x married dad cliché + mistaken for father/daughter
muse : william bradford ( 55, corporate lawyer )
it’d started out as an innocent offer to give her a ride home, nannying duties finished early as he and margot had made it back from brunch. tagging on a pitstop to the mall was no big deal, william even insisted that he needed to pick something up anyway. ‘ we owe you a bonus, don’t we? ’ he’d asked kindly, observing her longing window shopping. that’s how he found himself standing in the dressing room of a high-end boutique now, waiting as she tried on clothes. “how’s it goin’ in there, sweat pea ? ” he called with the curl of a slowly growing smile, leaning casually against the wall. the sales clerk had complimented their picks, saying how anything would flatter his daughter. william hadn’t corrected the assumption, instead thanking them with a grin and warm laugh, beginning to play up the act as they browsed the racks. it’d turned into a game between them, mutual doting and teasing, his hands continually finding her shoulders or waist as they wandered. he reached out to slide a finger along the curtain that separated them, curling the digit and tipping his head to peek into the dressing stall. “need daddy to lend a hand?”
amelia.
the sound of wet gagging and grunts coming from the speakers is making it incredibly hard to focus on anything but the fact. the video was similar in taste, but definitely a little more hardcore than she could find with some timid searching. between that, and the feeling of him below her, bouncing her against his lap and tightening his grip around her, it’s no wonder why amelia feels a little warm, heat between her thighs growing despite relentless mindful efforts. “because i expect us to do normal sibling activities. like go to the mall or play a video game.” she reminds him, turning her chin a little to glance down at him, her minty breath nearly meeting his due to lack of distance. the entire situation felt odd, their closeness more than they’ve been since before their parents wedding. though this was entirely inappropriate — amelia can’t help the feelings inside her stomach beginning to grow. explains why she absentmindedly hasn’t put it all her best efforts to slip from his grip — still, it all explains why she’s so adamant to remind him of their dynamic. attention refocuses on screen, her hand finally disconnecting from his forearm in order to brush blonde bangs away from eyes. “really?” she muses, can’t help but let out a breathy laugh. “you’re into cheerleaders, then? such a cliche.” gently teases, bumps her back into his chest. could vaguely remember her own short stint in uniform. only lasted less than a year, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it all connects. it couldn’t — right? ankles finally uncross, and amelia’s quiet for a moment, lips rubbing together in thought. “i’ve only watched… porn a few times.” femme admits quietly with a small nod. “so, i’m not sure of my… preferences.”
his eyes cut in her direction when amelia glanced his way, snorting gently. he’d always felt a little bit like he was going crazy — like he was the freak for harboring a childhood crush on his step-sister, refusing to let it go even after their parents’ marriage, but she was delusional. jude had never allowed them to act like siblings. at least, not in the traditional, happy-family-with-a-picket-fence sense. why would they start now? if anything, he only wanted to torment her more. jude was huffing again when she knocked back against him, feeling her relaxing under his grip — but his hold still didn’t let up. “cheerleaders, sure,” he agreed, shameless as he continued, “but i think it’s more the face-fucking.” how many times had he imagined getting amelia in that exact position? he’d stopped bouncing her around, licking his lips as he continued to watch the screen, head lifting from her shoulder. amelia’s delicately worded confession had a positively wolfish grin consuming his face. “aw -” hand raised from her thigh to pinch her already rosy cheek, utterly mocking, “finally dropping the virgin act?” but it gave jude a thrill to picture her surfing the web for something that excited her. something that she probably couldn’t put a name to, but made her core throb, left unsatisfied & unattended. he swallowed thickly and shifted on the couch, arousal growing. his knuckles nudged amelia’s jaw. “how’s this one doing it for you?” he asked, voice dropping to something a little gentler - kinder, even. feather-light touch glided to hold the blonde’s jaw, as if keeping her attention rapt to the tv, his own head angled carefully, turned just enough to keep a sideways eye on his step-sister’s face, looming over her shoulder. “is it getting you hot? thinking about watching it again later, alone?” a pause. “... have you picked up on any of the plot?” he teased, too keen to be considered an innocent question.
